The prince gave me a bamboo horse

The Martial Arts Conference is held every five years, and the location is different every year. This time, it is held in Shaoyong City.

"There are still two months to go. We will pass here in about the same time. I'll go back to the palace to prepare and leave in a few days," Ming Huaiyan said.

"Don't worry!" Wen Xingyuan felt that there was no rush.

Ming Huaiyan put the letter away, "Aunt Ning, I will take my leave first, and I will pick up Yuan'er in a few days."

Ning Nanxu knew from the beginning that Ming Huaiyan was determined to go, and he didn't try to dissuade her, "Okay"

Wen Xingyuan knew that Ming Huaiyan was still angry, so he could only bully Yunmao with his head down, Ning Nanxu pushed the wheelchair forward, "I made two sets of clothes, you can try them later"

"Okay." Wen Xingyuan nodded, and Yunmao took advantage of this to escape Wen Xingyuan's murderous hands.

When Ming Huaiyan returned to the palace, Ming Xiuqi was sleeping on his back in the imperial study, and Ming Huaiyan reached out to remove the folder "Uncle Emperor" that Ming Xiuqi used to block the light.

"Ah!" Mingxiu Qimeng sat up, dropped a few more books from his body, and fell down when he saw Ming Huaiyan's tears, "Nephew, you've come back, those old officials are so difficult to deal with! "

Ming Huaiyan didn't like this, and flipped through the memorial on the table, "Uncle Huang handled it very well!"

No matter how it belongs to your own home, you have to be careful!But "Nephew, this is really not something people do. You see that your uncle has aged a lot recently, don't you feel bad?"

Ming Huaiyan pulled down Ming Xiuqi's hand and pointed at the dark circles under his eyes, "I won't go into details about why the emperor's uncle is old, but right now, please ask the emperor to do me a favor!"

"You can do whatever you want, and there is no need to discuss taking over for you." Ming Xiuqi shook his legs.

"It's not the top class." Ming Huaiyan smiled a little, "But with the reputation of the Great Yan Prince, the emperor must pay the price, right?"

"Hehe! You are still His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Ming Xiuqi jumped eight feet away, "Say it! What's the matter?"

"The Martial Arts Conference is about to be held, and I want to join Yuan'er, please wait a few days for the emperor to wait for the father to come back..."

"No! I don't!" Ming Xiuqi ran out, "I don't deal with these things!"

"Seventeen, stop the emperor!"

Shiqi immediately appeared and blocked the door. Ming Xiuqi looked at Shiqi standing at the door, so he made up his mind and ran over to pounce on Shiqi, oh my god!Seventeen waist is so thin!so thin!Ah, going crazy!

Seventeen's veins twitched, and he wanted to kick him, but Ming Xiuqi made up his mind and clung to him.

Ming Huaiyan lit a piece of wax for Seventeen, and went over to pull him away, "Uncle Huang, what is the difference between your behavior and street thugs?"

"There's no difference!" Ming Xiuqi was still immersed in the feeling of intimate contact just now and couldn't extricate himself.

Ming Huaiyan gave Shi Qi a wink, "Then Uncle Huang will help me survive for a few days, how about it?"

"Okay, okay, no problem!" Ming Xiuqi nodded.

Ming Huaiyan withdrew his gaze, "Then the remaining papers, Uncle Huang, hurry up and deal with them!" After finishing speaking, he left the imperial study room!

"Fuck (*｀へ?*)!" Ming Xiuqi realized that he had been tricked, "Ming Huaiyan, you bastard!" Jumping in anger, it took a while to calm down, Ming Xiuqi touched his chest, "Forget it!" Forget it, forget it, there's still Shiqi here!" But Shiqi had disappeared at some point, and Ming Xiuqi was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

In summer, when you go out, you only need to bring a change of clothes. Ming Huaiyan cleaned up quickly, and Wen Xingyuan was still at home taking a comfortable bath, so Ming Huaiyan came here with his luggage.

Wen Xingyuan looked at the sky outside, "Brother Ayan, didn't you just go back not long ago?"

"I think it's better sooner rather than later, we'll set off tomorrow." Ming Huaiyan put the burden on the table.

Wen Xingyuan: ...

Going out is still by carriage, Wen Xingyuan watched the capital getting farther and farther away, "Brother Ayan, what about the court affairs? What about the mirror?" This hand was so embarrassing!

"Government affairs and Jing'er are handed over to Uncle Huang, and Father is on his way back!" Ming Huaiyan said.

"Oh" Wen Xingyuan fell on the back of Shi Qi in front again, a little gloating, "Then Xiaoyao Wang found that Shi Qi was missing, didn't he!" You must know that half of Xiaoyao Wang picked up because Shi Qi was around him.

Ming Huaiyan smiled without saying a word.

"Ah! A group of liars!" Ming Xiuqi hammered the table in the imperial study room. He didn't see Shi Qi yesterday. He thought he was hiding from himself, but he didn't expect to find out when someone else came this morning. Ming Huaiyan Take Seventeen away, "Ah! You bastard, I curse you, curse you..." Ming Xiuqi turned his mouth a few times when he wanted to curse, "Curse you! Forget it, alas, who is my nephew !"

"Wow!" Ming Huaijing burst into tears suddenly, and Ming Xiuqi wanted to cry too, "Ming Huaiyan, you bastard! Let Wen Xingyuan make trouble for you bastard!"

Ling Yi continued to hold the sword in a daze while digging his ears outside.

Not long after going out, Wen Xingyuan felt that Ming Huaiyan was out to play, the carriage was walking slowly, even the aged ox cart on the side of the road was faster than him, "Brother Ayan, are we too slow!"

"It's just right!" Ming Huaiyan closed his eyes and rested his mind. He naturally knew that it was too slow, but Wen Xingyuan's leg was still hurting a few days ago. If he rushed too fast on the road, it might affect his recovery.

Now that Ming Huaiyan had said so, Wen Xingyuan had no objection, and sat there quietly reading a book.

But no matter how slow it was, we still arrived at Shaoyong City, and there were still ten days before the meeting.

"Yunlai Inn, I wonder if uncle and the others have arrived?" Wen Xingyuan got out of the carriage.

Ming Huaiyan walked in front, "go ahead to rest the meeting"

"Um"

Although the speed of the carriage was slow, there was only so much room for him, and if he stayed in it for a long time, his whole body ached.

"Guest officer, how many are there?" asked the shopkeeper.

"Waiting for someone" Wen Xingyuan took out the token.

The shopkeeper hurriedly walked out of the counter and saluted, "Young master, this way please, the master has explained it."

The shopkeeper led Wen Xingyuan and the others to the backyard. Once they arrived, the backyard was isolated from the hustle and bustle in front. The backyard was full of rows of bamboo, and several independent small buildings were located here. It's almost there!"

"Okay, shopkeeper, go get busy!"

"Wait a minute." Ming Huaiyan stopped the shopkeeper who was about to leave, "Can I borrow your kitchen for a while?"

"Yes, and there is also a kitchen in the small building. If you need anything, young master, just send someone to tell you." The shopkeeper handed over.

"Thank you!" Ming Huaiyan nodded.

Pushing open the door, Wen Xingyuan went straight to the big bed in the room, rolled around a few times before closing his eyes and resting his mind, "Brother Ayan, what are you using the kitchen for?"

"Don't do anything, don't sleep now, sleep later!" Ming Huaiyan said.

"No!" Wen Xingyuan simply pulled the quilt to cover himself, and began to sleep.

Ming Huaiyan sighed, went to take off Wen Xingyuan's shoes, covered him tightly before opening the bag and hanging up his clothes.

When Ming Huaiyan felt sleepy, footsteps came from outside, "Your Highness, the hot water is ready!"

"Send it in!" Ming Huaiyan said.

In his sleep, Wen Xingyuan felt that someone was taking off his clothes, and felt that his whole body was warmed up. He opened his eyes and nose, and there was a smell of medicine. He knew that Ming Huaiyan had prepared a medicinal bath for him again, "Brother Ayan"

"woke up?"

If you don't wake up, how much do you have to sleep?Wen Xingyuan cursed in his heart.

"Then if that's the case, get up and get dressed." Ming Huaiyan came over with the clothes, and it turned out that he woke up at the end of the bath and slapped his face!

"Wow" Wen Xingyuan stood up, Ming Huaiyan didn't expect Wen Xingyuan to stand up like this, he paused before handing over the clothes.

Wen Xingyuan was a little confused, he was still in the water, how could he wear clothes?Stepping on the stool next to him and getting out of the tub, Ming Huaiyan felt that Wen Xingyuan reached out to take the clothes for a long time, and when he looked back, he felt annoyed, why he forgot.

Go over to support Wen Xingyuan, "Slow down!"

"Okay" Who knew that just after he finished speaking, his feet slipped, Wen Xingyuan wondered where he was covering first?It hurts to fall without clothes!

"Yuan'er" Ming Huaiyan hooked his hand, and hugged her waist into his arms. The delicate touch in his hands, it's not that Ming Huaiyan has never touched Wen Xingyuan. Not much, just a little less in the past two years, but this time, it felt like there was some kind of numbness in the place I touched, and I was fascinated by it.

Don't fall!Wen Xingyuan stood up, but Ming Huaiyan still hugged his waist tightly, "Brother Ayan, I'm standing up!"

"En!" Ming Huaiyan slowly let go of his hand.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ayan, I got your clothes wet!" Ming Huaiyan's clothes were wet by the water on his underwear.

"It's okay, you go and change your clothes, don't catch the cold!" Ming Huaiyan moved his eyes away, not looking at the looming shadow somewhere.

After changing his clothes, Wen Xingyuan went out to sit in the sun to dry his hair, Ming Huaiyan called someone to come in and clean up.

When Ming Huaiyan changed his clothes and came out, Wen Xingyuan had already fallen asleep, and covered him lightly with a thin shirt, and then wiped his wet hair with a handkerchief, but all kinds of charming images appeared in his mind, " Bang"

The book in Wen Xingyuan's hand fell to the ground, Ming Huaiyan came back to his senses and bent down to pick it up, and gathered his thoughts to wipe Wen Xingyuan's hair.

Lou Cheng, who went out to inquire about news, is back, "Your Highness"

"Is there any news about Bai Xiaotong?" Ming Huaiyan stepped aside, not disturbing Wen Xingyuan's sleep.

"It is said that there will be an auction in seven days, but the location is not mentioned. They will send invitations in advance." Lou Cheng was a little ashamed that he only inquired about this information.

"Well, our imperial court has very little contact with these things in Jianghu, you should pay more attention these few days," Ming Huaiyan said.

Lou Cheng nodded, then turned around and went out again, presumably because of the orders from the hidden guards who followed him.

Wen Xingyuan slept until the sun went down, Ming Huaiyan did not wake him up, but moved from outside the house to the house, Wen Xingyuan got up and put on his coat, Ming Huaiyan was practicing martial arts in the yard, Wen Xingyuan could see Ming Huaiyan emerging from his hair and cheeks dripping sweat.

After a quarter of an hour, Ming Huaiyan finally stopped, and Wen Xingyuan went over with a handkerchief, "Brother Ayan, change your clothes quickly, don't catch the cold!"

"Okay." Ming Huaiyan took it and wiped it, "They said that Shaoyong City is very lively these few days, do you want to go out and have a look?"

"At night?" Wen Xingyuan read from the book that every time he described the martial arts conference, he always mentioned that night is a good time to fight.