Thousand-character silk

Rong Xuan. "

"I don't want to practice!" Wu Ya stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, Rong Xuan mistakenly thought that he was going to grab him again, so he quickly raised his hand and patted his hand away.Wu Ya took a breath, and lightly placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Wu Ya?! I'm sorry..." Realizing that it was Wu Ya's left hand that was hit, Rong Xuan regretted it.

Wu Ya frowned and said nothing, silently set the arrow, raised his head to set the bow, and pulled the bowstring sideways, with a mighty posture like a tiger.

"I have a wound on my hand now, and the arrow is no more accurate than before. But if I can hit the red heart, you can practice arrows for me."

"But……"

Rong Xuan looked nervously at his left hand holding the bow, a little bit of red was leaking from the gauze.

Rong Xuan stared at Wu Ya's left hand, holding the bow firmly, the unhealed wound opened again, and the bright red was stained little by little.Wuya pursed his thin lips slightly, with a calm expression on his face, he looked at the arrow, and gradually aimed with his bow.Seeing his hand bleeding again, Rong Xuan stared wide-eyed and didn't dare to breathe.

"Rong Xuan!" Jing Wuya suddenly called out his name, not only Rong Xuan, but everyone in the archery field looked at him, "Look at me, watch me shoot this arrow."

The fortitude shown in the eyes, the unquestionable self-confidence, the courage to lead the arrow and pull the bow, all moved Rong Xuan.Wu Ya has everything that Rong Xuan doesn't have, such as superb martial arts, and a genuine masculinity. While Rong Xuan admires and yearns for him, even though he is a prince of a country, he also feels a faint inferiority complex in his heart.Men in the world should be as handsome and heroic as Wu Ya.For a man like himself who was brought up as a girl since he was a child, he really lacks too much.

Rong Xuan likes masculinity, this is a well-known secret in the court, the minister who mentioned Yan She in the court made it clear that he wanted to tease Rong Xuan.Everyone knows that Rong Xuan doesn't know how to ride and shoot. Although the distance to the target is not far when shooting, it is not difficult for someone who is a bit dabbled in archery to hit the target with one arrow, but for Rong Xuan, it is simply difficult. sky.

But Rong Xuan didn't like martial arts, he didn't like archery, he didn't like dancing with knives and guns.What's the matter if I don't have the power to restrain a chicken? Don't you think you will be despised if you have a little skill?

In terms of governing the country, Rong Xuan is confident that after a hundred years from his father, he can succeed his father and continue to stabilize the country; in terms of people's hearts, everyone in the Rong Palace knows that Rong Xuan knows that benevolence is the most important since childhood, so everyone respects and obeys him.It's just that some courtiers always like to bring up the matter of their former favor and trust in General Yan Du, and they grab Rong Xuan's braid and say that he is indecisive, easy to listen to one-sided words of others, and has no emperor's talent who can consider the overall situation of Rong country. Taking this opportunity, he wanted to encourage Wang Rong to make his younger brother Wang Taidi.

Fortunately, the younger brother of King Rong supports King Rong and strongly opposes it, saying that he is too weak to be in charge of politics, and he died young two years ago, making Rong Xuan the only one who is qualified to inherit the throne. The mouth is long, but still loves to revisit old scores from time to time.This is also one of the reasons why Rong Xuan has never had a bodyguard after Yan Du.If it wasn't for the danger encountered in Tianze Mountain, the courtiers would not have any objection to bringing a foreigner into the palace to serve as the bodyguard of Prince Duanxiu.

What they want is a down-to-earth Rong Xuan who is carved out of the same mold as King Rong when he was young, wise and martial, both civil and military.There are hundreds of poems and poems in static energy, and kinetic energy leads troops to kill the enemy.But that's not me, Rong Xuan knew that he couldn't become a person like his father, nor had he ever hoped for that.So many people said that he was too gentle in dealing with others, his father had accused him a thousand times of acting like a son of a country, and the courtiers made things difficult for him because he liked men, Rong Xuan didn't even care.

But he, Jing Wuya.

He said, "Rong Xuan, you should have some manliness."

Only his words let himself mind.

That man looked down on how feminine he was, but he still endured his almost self-willed entanglement, he would save himself at a critical moment, and he would personally shoot arrows to encourage himself when his hand injury was not healed.

He is the person I Rong Xuan likes.

An arrow shot out, right in the heart.

Wu Ya returned the bow and arrow to Rong Xuan.

"Rong Xuan." Wu Ya lowered his bow and looked at him.

Rong Xuan didn't look at the target, and said in a heavy tone, "Wu Ya, I'll practice."

"Why are you acting so brave? I'm going to be busy again when I go back." He took his left hand, which had been soaked in gauze again, with a reproachful and distressed tone in his mouth.

"For those who practice martial arts, injuries are inevitable, so it's okay."

"If I learn it, will you like me a little more?"

The context that was quite serious just now was suddenly turned around to become a little serious.

"You practice your arrows well."

Wu Ya stretched out his uninjured right hand and patted Rong Xuan's head lightly.

On the tower of the archery practice field, a figure in black clothes looked at the two of them from afar, seeing Rong Xuan lightly picking up the bow and arrow with firm eyes, the man smiled.

"What are you laughing at, Your Majesty?" Xue Ziqian, the accompanying officer, asked.King Rong waved his hands with a smile, and greeted Lord Tingwei to leave the archery range with him.

On the way back to Chun'an Hall, King Rong kept smiling. Seeing that King Rong was happy, Xue Ziqian couldn't help asking another question.

"Ziqian," Rong Wang said, "what do you think of Jing Wuya?"

Xue Ziqian had heard about Jing Wuya for a long time, and he had just seen him shooting arrows on the archery range, so he had a bit of admiration for this young man: "He is a rare young talent."

"Then do you think he and Xuan'er are a good match?"

Xue Ziqian was startled: "Your Majesty means..."

King Rong paused, pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Xuan'er has a bit of a woman in his bones. Although he was naughty since he was a child, his temperament is still like his mother's. He is indecisive and easy to act emotionally. Talent, it may not be successful in the future. If there is a decisive and calm person like Jing Wuya by Xuan'er's side, Xuan'er will naturally be affected.

Yan Du... Ah, the matter of General Yan... Although Xuan'er always said that it was his own choice, and didn't feel resentful towards this king's father for this...but this king knows that he minds after all.Above this matter, this king always owes Xuan'er, I don't want to force him anymore. "

"Your Majesty!" Ziqian said, "Children of the royal family, heirs are the most important thing, this..."

"This king knows," Rong Wang said lonely, "Ziqian, you entered the palace as an official in the same year that this king ascended the throne. Over the past few decades, you and this king can be said to be brothers in love."

"The subject is terrified."

"My lord, I want to say a few heart-to-heart words with you."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

After the crowd dispersed, Lord Rong Wangyin Tingwei continued walking: "Ziqian, in the emperor's house, you can't control everything by yourself. Every decision you make should be thought twice before acting. Sometimes, even if you don't want to, you have to follow that decision. Do things because it is beneficial to the Rong country and the people. This king has been trapped in this chain all his life, unable to move. The only time he resisted was to marry Rong Xuan's mother and make her his empress."

Rong Hou is the younger sister of the former King Wei, she looks like a fairy, and the son of the prince at that time insisted on marrying her as his concubine after seeing her.However, when the border between Rong and Wei was tense, the old Rong Wang angrily accused him of treason.Rong and Wei also resolved the border war situation because of this marriage, so far the matter of King Rong and Empress Rong has been passed down as a good story.

Xue Ziqian nodded, his brows were still clouded.The situation of Young Master Rong Xuan is different from that of King Rong. The young master likes men, no matter which country it is in, it probably won't be a good talk.

"Xuan'er is seventeen this year."

"Return to Your Majesty, it is seventeen."

"Haha...cough cough..." King Rong looked away, thinking of things that happened a long time ago, "When I was seventeen, the princess was already born..."

"Xuan'er is destined to become the king of Rongguo. In the future, he will know that after ascending to the throne, he will only lose more and more. As a father... I hope he can get what he wants in this matter. I want it." With straight eyes, King Rong said with a touch of pampering and distress, "The matter of the heir...let him find another way to solve it. He also understands that it is impossible for everything to go smoothly. After all, he Not only Rong Xuan, but also the son of this king, the eldest son of Rong country, the future king of Rong country."

After walking a few steps, Rong Wang's chest trembled, and he coughed violently. For a moment, he couldn't even stand still, and he squatted down in pain.

Ziqian hurriedly stepped forward to support him in horror, full of worry: "Your Majesty..."

Rong Wang smiled, but his face was unclear.

"Ziqian, Guijue said when he entered the palace last time that this king's life was delayed by medicines to last a penny. The prescription he prescribed for this king last time... there are still a few pictures left. ?”

"Your Majesty, there are still five left." Ziqian said worriedly.

"But this king thinks...it won't last five years..."

Seven years ago, the first generation Guijue passed away. As usual, the 15-year-old Guijue had to go to the palace to meet the current king Rong.Immediately, with a flick of the wolf's hair, twelve prescriptions were left behind, and the king was asked to take one prescription a year. If he took care of it properly, he might have another chance for more than ten years.King Rong didn't feel any discomfort at that time, but King Rong of all dynasties always obeyed Guijue's words.Three years after Gui Jue left, the imperial doctor in the palace diagnosed the disease consistent with what Gui Jue said. Fortunately, Gui Jue rescued him, otherwise he would have died of a sudden illness three years ago.

"After the canonization ceremony, this king will officially hand over the thousand-character silk to Xuan'er for safekeeping."

"Thousand-character silk?"

"It's the thousand-character silk script that was said to be able to draw divine power to help when the Great Emperor of Lindu ruled the country back then."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... this..." Xue Ziqian was about to kneel down, but was stopped by King Rong.

The Lindu Five Kingdoms seem to be calm on the surface, but there are always wars at the borders of the countries.Relying on the strength of its soldiers and horses, Jingguo in the north sent troops south to invade Weiguo many times.And Jing Guohou's favorite wife, Si Ling, is from Yue Jian Guo, so he has not made any moves against Yue Jian Guo for the time being.Because of the friendship between King Rong and Empress Rong between Qin and Jin, the relationship between Rong and Wei is relatively stable. If there is an accident in Wei, Rong will definitely send troops to rescue.After coming down for several times, the soldiers and horses were at a great loss. Fortunately, Rongguo's treasury was full, and Tianze Mountain stretched hundreds of miles to the north to protect it, which kept the stability of Rongguo.

It is rumored that the thousand-character silk has been kept in secret all along. After all, it is a long-standing thing. If you talk too much, it is just a fairy tale handed down.The world only knows that such a silk book once existed, but no one knows whether it still exists and where it exists.Xue Ziqian had only heard about the thousand-character silk, but he did not expect it to be secretly stored in Rongguo.

"This should have been told to the prince before the king rides the crane... Cough cough, but I always feel that I don't have much time left, and I'm afraid that one day I will go to sleep quietly and never see the new one again." Japan's Rongguo.

Xuan'er is going to inherit the throne after all, it's better to let him know his responsibilities sooner rather than later. "

"Your Majesty... think twice, Your Majesty..." Ziqian broke down in tears.

"Ziqian, this king knows his own body. What's more, this king believes that Xuan'er can protect this thousand-character silk."

"……Yes."

King Rong was sitting in the hall of Chun'an, Ziqian brought him a decoction, King Rong frowned and swallowed it, his complexion gradually improved, and when he spoke just now, he looked weak like a fake.

King Rong raised his eyes slightly towards the archery range, and fell into deep thought again.

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☆, shooting decision

Rong Xuan practiced arrows for a day, and the tiger's mouth was ground with deep bloodstains.I was spoiled and spoiled since I was a child, and I have never suffered like this.A few times he was so painful that he was about to cry, but when he saw the blood-stained gauze on Jing Wuya's left hand, he forced back the tears again.At the end of the day, my shoulders are so sore.The palace servant Jian Yan rubbed his shoulders after giving him good medicine.

Liu Qian, the attendant, said at the side: "Master, I'm afraid my shoulders will be too heavy to lift when I get up tomorrow, you..."

Rong Xuan pulled his arm, and it really hurt, but his face was reluctant: "It's okay, I am a prince of a country after all, there is nothing I can't do, right..."

Jian Yan hurriedly protected his shoulders and persuaded him: "Master, it's getting late, Jian Yan rubs it for you again, go to rest earlier."

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?"

"it's me."

Hearing Wu Ya's voice, Rong Xuan asked Liu Qian to open the door.

"It's so late, why don't you go to sleep?"

Jing Wuya was still dressed in the same frosty clothes during the day, and the gauze that Rong Xuan had just changed for him was wrapped around his hands.

"Wu Ya, I will practice archery well... Tomorrow, don't do anything." Rong Xuan looked at his hands, feeling pain in his heart.

Wu Ya walked up to him, spread Rong Xuan's right hand, and carefully looked at the place where the medicine had just been applied.Gently covering his hand, Rong Xuan felt his palm was icy cold, and when he looked again, there was already a jade sword in his hand.

"When you shoot arrows tomorrow, wear it, and you won't feel any pain."

After finishing speaking, he nodded slightly and exited the bedroom.There are some lines engraved on the shoot, simple and generous.Rong Xuan held the cold one, and his heart felt warm.

Jian Yan said with a smile: "General Jing is really kind to you."

Rong Xuan smiled slightly, and then cast a sidelong glance at Jian Yan and Liu Qian: "If you two weren't here, he would treat me better."

"Oh, I'm so wronged." Liu Qian wiping his eyes artificially, Rong Xuan smiled and hit him.

"General Jing, everything is good. He is good-looking and skilled. Even the temperament is not what ordinary people can have. It's just that he talks less, and I don't feel close." Xuan said.

Liu Qian took over the conversation and continued: "Yes. Many people in the palace below told me that they didn't even dare to say anything when they saw General Jing. But after all, they live in the same palace, so we can't keep pretending that he doesn't exist. , I finally mustered up the courage to talk to him, but General Jing's words are so small that he can freeze people." After finishing speaking, he sighed in a serious manner.

Rong Xuan rolled his eyes, remembering that when he first met Wu Ya, he was indeed a weird person who didn't talk much, and he didn't talk about it unless he asked him.But after getting along for a long time, I found that Jing Wuya can speak quite well.He has traveled to the Lindu Five Kingdoms, and just chatting with Rong Xuan about what he saw and heard on the road is enough for Rong Xuan to listen to, so he looked at Liu Qian with a strange face: "No, sometimes I feel that what he said Just a little less." Thinking of how many times he teased Rong Xuan with his words, his hair was full of black lines.

Liuqian and Jianyan looked at each other, then nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Exactly. Master, General Jing, it seems that I only talk to you a lot."

The next day when he was shooting arrows, Wu Ya saw that he was not wearing the archery, his face was puzzled.Rong Xuan smiled and took out the sword he gave him yesterday, jokingly begging Wu Ya to put it on for him himself.Wu Ya talked about how he had such a childlike heart, but he still took the shot and put it on for him.Rong Xuan looked at the shot on his thumb and smiled happily.

"This is the token of love. You put it on for me yourself, and you will never regret it."

Wuya stared at the plain-textured Shejue for a moment, then frowned slightly, and said softly, "If I knew it earlier, it would have been better carved."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, what kind of love do you want? Go shoot an arrow."

Rong Xuan's progress in learning archery was very slow.For those who have never touched these things, even with Wu Ya's guidance, Rong Xuan's progress is still very small.As the days passed by, Wu Ya saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.It's not that Rong Xuan didn't work hard, it's that he tried his best and still could only draw a little bit of bow and arrow tremblingly.

Rong Xuan was so tired that he was sweating, and the hair on both sides of his cheeks was sticky with sweat.When resting, the whole person was paralyzed to the side and could not move.

"Who exactly do I owe..." Rong Xuan complained.

Wu Ya threw a piece of Pabu that had been soaked in water to him, Rong Xuan took it in his hand, but he remained motionless.Wu Ya walked over to take the rag from his hand, wiped it carefully for him, Rong Xuan just closed his eyes and rested.

"Although I really want to learn like you, but I really don't have enough motivation... Why is it so tiring to be a prince..." Rong Xuan wailed, "Now the arm muscles are sore, and my hands are shaking when I raise my forearm... I... um?"

The eyes were covered by the cold cloth, the bangs on the forehead were pushed away by someone, and something was warm and soft, gently covering her forehead.

"I know you worked hard."

Rong Xuan fell silent for a moment, stretched out his hand in disbelief, climbed up to the hand covering his eyes, touched the gauze, and exhaled lightly.

"Why?" The voice trembled, surprised and delighted.Opening his eyes, what he saw was Wu Ya's handsome face.

Wu Ya looked at him, and asked softly, "Have you rested enough? Let's continue." He pulled Rong Xuan up and prepared to lead him to the target.

Rong Xuan tugged at his wrist, and asked in a daze, "Wu Ya?"

Wu Ya didn't look back at him, pointed at the bull's-eye and said, "When did you beat me, and when did I tell you that it was true or false?"

Rong Xuan whispered: "Then why don't you tell me that you don't intend to say it." Then he drew up his bow and arrow, trying to aim at the target, but he didn't see that Jing Wuya behind him was covering his lips with two fingers, secretly smiling With a sound.

After a few days of training, Rong Xuan was finally able to draw the bow decently, but the bow was drawn, but the arrows he shot were not accurate.After finally shooting an arrow, the servant who picked up the arrow was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed, saying that he had done nothing wrong, and begging his lord to spare his life.Rong Xuan's face darkened, he put away his bow and arrow, turned around and wanted to leave, when he turned his head and saw Jing Wuya who was staring at him, his back trembled, and he raised his bow and arrow tremblingly, only when he saw him raising his bow and arrow, did he tremble in his footsteps The servants who walked around the target and prepared to pick up the arrows scattered around in a hurry.

"What do you think they have to run away from if I shoot an arrow? They don't give me any face." Rong Xuan complained to Wu Ya during dinner.

"They probably also feel that their own lives are more important than giving you face." Wu Ya said slowly.

One day before the canonization ceremony, Rong Xuan's arrow finally began to gradually approach the bull's-eye. When he shot the arrow into the bull's-eye for the first time, Rong Xuan ran over excitedly, holding the target happily and said to Wu Ya: "Wu Ya, let's move this back to the palace, shall we? It's so commemorative."

Afterwards, Rong Xuan's improvement in accuracy became obvious. Basically, nine times out of ten, he could hit the heart, and he would at least not miss the target once he missed the target.

Wu Ya watched, with a smile on his face.Feeling that it's almost time, he was about to tell Liuqian to go back to the palace to prepare dinner, but he couldn't find Liuqian anywhere.

"Rong Xuan, keep practicing, I'll look for Liuqian."

"Go, let's go." Rong Xuan was in a good mood, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth when he drew the bow, Wu Ya looked at him, and hit the red heart with another arrow, and then he went to find Liuqian with peace of mind.

It is also strange to say that Liuqian has been around every day for a few days, but today he is surprisingly not by his side.But there is a saying that people have three urgencies, Wu Ya didn't see him after searching for a while, so he wanted to go back first, Liu Qian will always come back as soon as possible.

"Unexpectedly, the young master can shoot nine out of ten shots."

"It's not because of Jing Wuya's help."

Hearing someone gossiping, Wu Ya quickly turned sideways and hid behind the pillar.

"This General Jing is really powerful. I heard that the young master obeyed his advice."

"What General Jing, to put it bluntly, is he the same as that Yan Du is the male favorite of Mr. Rong Xuan."

Hearing Yan Du's name, Wu Ya tilted his head and listened carefully. He heard that the voices of the two were not young. He poked his head out slightly, and the blue brocade official uniforms of the two appeared.

"Really?!" Someone said in amazement, "I thought it was just a rumor, my son, he is really with General Yan..."

"Isn't it?" said the person seriously, "at that time, it was the Yandu that the young master wanted from King Rong, and he gave it up after he got tired of it. I heard that Yandu is still worried about it. Think about it, since three years The former son abandoned Yandu, and we never saw General Yan again, saying that he went to recuperate from his illness."

"It's been a long time since Wangdu has heard news from Yandu, so it's possible that he really fell ill because of it."

"Who knows, by the way, I heard that our young master... is still the one below... two men doing things like rain and rain... It's disgusting to think about it..."

"Haha, but with the young master's appearance and figure, I'm afraid it really has a special flavor when doing bed affairs..."

"Young Master, Bo Xing is used to it. After General Yan left, how many young masters from the official family did you call to serve in the palace?"

"That's right, I don't know how long this General Jing can stay with the young master this time."

Those two people were probably the two officials above the court who proposed to perform the ceremony of shooting swallows, Wu Ya listened with bated breath behind the pillar.After a long time, he came out quietly and watched the two people get farther and farther away.On the other side, Rong Xuan put away his quiver and bow and ran towards Wu Ya, followed by Liu Qian who was trotting all the way.

Thinking of the way the man asked him with clear eyes when he kissed his forehead just now, the corner of Wu Ya's mouth twitched into an unexplained sarcasm.

"At that time, it was the Yandu that the young master wanted from King Rong, and he gave up after getting tired of it."

"Young Master, Bo Xing is used to it. After General Yan left, how many young masters from the official family did you call to serve in the palace?"

On the archery field, Rong Xuan saw Wu Ya who had returned, and immediately put down his bow and arrow and ran towards him.

"Wu Ya, just now I hit ten shots out of ten, are you happy? I knew I could beat you." Rong Xuan, who hugged himself by himself, smiled innocently.

The author has something to say: The lucky and naive son....

ps. Shejue is an accessory used as protection in ancient archery, that is, the later wrench..

☆, drunk

On the day of canonization, in front of the main gate of Rongwang Palace, Rong Xuan, holding a longbow, was standing on the shooting platform.The gold-woven robe fluttered in the wind. Rong Xuan's hair, which had always been tied casually, was carefully braided today and coiled into a jade-inlaid golden crown.Under the luxurious dress, is the full heroic appearance of a prince of a country.Standing under the stage were civil and military officials, and sitting on top of the main hall was King Rong who was waiting to hand over the fate of Rong Country to Rong Xuan.

"Wu Ya, do you think I can do it?" Rong Xuan asked softly, seemingly nervous.

"You are the son of the world, of course you can do it." The tone was inaudible.

Rong Xuan looked at Wu Ya with a strange face, trying to find something out of his face, Wu Ya said indifferently: "Your Highness, arrow."

Jing Wuya presented the arrow, Rong Xuan took the arrow and put it on the bow, after the three-way drum, he raised his hand to draw the string, the arrow body left the bow, and flew straight to the target, everything went smoothly and properly.

"Wu Ya." Rong Xuan called Wu Ya when he walked off the archery stand, "What's wrong with you today, why do you always feel weird."

"No, His Royal Highness, don't think too much." Wu Ya smiled lightly, and said nothing more.

It was night, Rong Min, who only showed up at the canonization ceremony after the ring battle, came to Rongxuan Palace with the food and wine he made himself.

"Oh, my elder brother, you have a lot of adults, so don't remember your sister's mistakes so firmly?"

"A little mistake?" Seeing Rong Min, Rong Xuan exploded with anger, "For some reason, I was entangled with a whip and thrown onto the ring. I was almost stabbed to death by Wu Ya, and almost stabbed to death by my own sister. , and also, Wu Ya's hand shed so much blood. Sister, this point of yours is big enough."

Between speaking, Rong Xuan glanced at Wu Ya with his eyes, Wu Ya looked at the two quietly, expressionless.Obviously he was fighting for him, but his face was full of indifference.

"Anyway, you're living a good life now...you still have so much to talk about..." Rong Min pouted.

"Rong Min! Are you still my real sister!" Rong Xuan yelled at Rong Min, "If it wasn't for Wu Ya's quick response, I would have gone to see the Great Sage Kong by now!"

Rong Min was full of guilt, hammering his legs and squeezing his shoulders, squatting in front of his younger brother coaxing left and right, fanning the fan in front of him and inserting nails in the back (...), Rong Xuan still looked arrogant and ignored her in anger.With a smile on Rong Min's face, he beat Rong Xuan to death a hundred times in his heart.

"Brother Xuan, do you want to eat candy? You will feel better after eating candy~"

"Sister, I'm 17 years old, not a three-year-old!"

Rong Min smiled and said that he was here to celebrate his becoming a prince, and Rong Xuan was arguing with Rong Min because of Wu Ya's injury, and he had no intention of letting Rong Min go.Rong Min only cared about picking up vegetables and handing wine, pouring cups of wine to Rong Xuan and Wu Ya while laughing, without any intention of apologizing for throwing Rong Xuan to the ring that day.

"Come, try the Baihua Niang brewed by the princess himself."

"Is it poisonous?"

"...Yes, one bite will definitely kill you."

"Okay, bring me a pot, I'm going to kill Rong Min."

"..."

Qi to Qi, Rong Xuan's stomach was full of the snacks and snacks that Rong Min brought over.Baihua brewing is brewed from hundreds of flowers. It has a thick mouthfeel and a sweet and mellow aftertaste.Thinking of the subtle changes between Rong Xuan and Wu Ya after the ring, Rong Min turned his head away from Rong Xuan and rolled his huge eyes.I really don't know what is good or bad, if it weren't for this princess, how would you have a chance to make a qualitative leap with Wu Ya, you little brat?

She glanced at the food and wine on the table that had been eaten by the three of them. Baihua Niang had great stamina, and Rong Xuan was a little bit overwhelmed. Swallowing it down his throat as soon as he was drunk, the corner of Rong Min's eyebrows slightly raised.

Since you are helping, let's help to the end, Rong Xuan, and remember to thank my sister for my good intentions.

At this time, Rong Xuan looked at Wu Ya in a drunken way, and stretched out his hand to gently caress the gauze on Wu Ya's left hand, feeling a little distressed in his heart.

"It's really... You can dodge it by rolling sideways, but you just desperately grabbed my sister's sword... Later you taught me how to shoot arrows, are you stupid..." Rong Xuan muttered, "Does it still hurt? ?”

"The pain has been gone for a long time, now we just need to wait for the wound to heal completely." Wu Ya said, while withdrawing his hand, his face turned red for some reason.

"General Jing rescued my younger brother that day, and he was extremely moved by Tolerance."

Wu Ya smiled vaguely, but turned to Rong Xuan.

"He really is a man worthy of Brother Xuan." Rong Min smiled, and Wu Ya's slightly flushed face was even more red now.

"What's the use of being worthy," Rong Xuan said, "He never said a word."

Originally thinking that after Yan She, Wu Ya should tell himself what the kiss on the forehead meant that day.But since yesterday, something is wrong with Wu Ya, and there seems to be a layer of distance between Rong Xuan for no reason.One can imagine that only Wu Ya once showed his undisguised disdain for being a broken sleeve.

Relying on the strength of his wine, Rong Xuan raised his finger and pointed at Wu Ya: "You have been with me for more than half a month, do you still think that I am someone you look down upon?"

Wu Ya supported the table and raised his eyes to look at Rong Xuan.

Over the past half month, the time we spent together was neither too long nor too short, and Wu Ya was actually used to his feminine and delicate appearance and all kinds of capriciousness that a prince of the royal family would have.Rong Xuan is different from what he thinks, he is not a soft bone who only knows how to ask others for help like when they met in Tianze Mountain.In all fairness, he has many advantages.It is not surprising that a son of a country dabbles more than ordinary people. Rong Xuan's self-cultivation is much higher than that of ordinary people because of his status as a son since childhood. Although he is a willful person, he is not a stubborn person.What Wuya didn't expect was that in the royal palace, almost all the palace people respected him, obeyed him, and loved him. When they dragged themselves to chat on weekdays, once they talked about their young master, all the palace people wished they could turn their heads. Look up to the sky to praise.

"In this world, there will never be another person who is as popular as our young master." Liu Qian said firmly, "There will be no one more beautiful than our young master."

The latter sentence has a heavy tone, as if reminding Wu Ya of something.

Coupled with Rong Xuan's hard work for the canonization ceremony, the previous disdain has long since dissipated, so how can there be any contempt?

"Tell me, do you still look down on me?" Rong Xuan asked.

"I……"

Wu Ya staggered to his feet and was eager to refute, but suddenly the words he overheard at the archery range a few days ago popped into his mind.Hearing fragments of Rong Xuan and Yan Du's past and Rong Xuan's romantic anecdotes that he didn't know, made me feel inexplicably depressed, and then changed my mouth again, "Wu Ya respects His Royal Highness."

"Who wants your respect! Wu... Wuya?!" As soon as he uttered a word, he saw Jing Wuya, who had just got up, limp and fell forward, and Rong Xuan hurriedly got up to support him.

"Wu Ya?!" Rong Xuan shook him, Wu Ya groaned softly, but he couldn't stand up.Are you drunk?Although he drank a lot today, Wu Ya doesn't look like a person who can't handle alcohol. When he touched his forehead, he immediately retracted his hand because of the heat. What's the matter?Rong Xuan looked at Rong Min somewhat at a loss, Rong Min had already walked three steps in two and was about to exit the palace gate.

"Where are you going, sister? Wu Ya..."

"My palace seems to be on fire, I'll go and have a look!" After speaking, he flashed out of the palace immediately.

Rong Xuan frowned, looking at Jing Wuya who seemed to be a little unconscious, and didn't know what to do. Also, what happened to Rong Min's weird and ambiguous smile before he left?

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☆、Drunken tent

"Liuqian, Liuqian!" Rong Xuan helped Wu Ya back to the chair and sat down, then called out the door twice, but no one answered.It seems that when Rong Min left just now, the palace people at the gate were also sent to rest.

Rong Xuan was dumbfounded, although he was not as drunk as Wu Ya, but relying on himself alone, it was not easy to help Wu Ya up, let alone send him back to the room, and he couldn't leave Wu Ya alone Asleep here.

"Why don't you...sleep with me today?" Rong Xuan pointed a finger at the inner room, and Wu Ya, who was almost drunk, naturally didn't respond.

"Okay," Rong Xuan clapped his hands happily, "It's such a happy decision, eh."

After talking to himself, Rong Xuan walked over to help Wu Ya up.Just when he got up, Wu Ya suddenly muttered, "Where are you going..."

"Inner room, my room, you're drunk." Rong Xuan himself was still staggering, but he spoke as if only Wu Ya was drunk.

After listening to Rong Xuan's words, Wu Ya seemed to wake up a lot in an instant. He pushed Rong Xuan away with all his strength and wanted to walk towards the door. After walking a few steps, his feet softened and he threw himself down firmly. Grasping the skirt of the chest, the whole person curled up.

"Wu Ya!" Rong Xuan ran over to help him up.Wu Ya's face was flushed with drunkenness, hot air from his mouth was rushing against Rong Xuan's neck, Rong Xuan stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and was so hot that he retracted his hand instantly.

Have a fever?Impossible, today and tomorrow are fine, how could it be possible to suddenly have a fever.

"Rong Min..." Thinking of Rong Min's weird and ambiguous smile before he left, Rong Xuan suddenly realized something, "Could it be that in Baihuaniang...sister, aren't you..."

Jing Wuya in his arms suddenly reached out and grabbed Rong Xuan's front, half-opening his eyes, and said in an extremely firm tone: "... Take me back."

"It's not that I don't want to, I can't go far by myself, you know..." Rong Xuan couldn't help frowning.

Wu Ya struggled to remember, his brows furrowed deeply, helplessly, as if he was stepping on cotton, he had just lifted up half of his body and fell limply back into Rong Xuan's arms.

"My... room, send... take me back..."

Rong Xuan was a little annoyed, thinking that he would not take advantage of others, so it was necessary to reject sleeping in his bedroom so much.

"Understood!" There was a bit of anger in the words, "Can you sleep on the bed at night and I can make the floor by myself? Hmm?"

Shaking Wu Ya, Wu Ya seemed to have fallen asleep, there was no reaction at all, and he didn't know if he listened or not.

After placing Wu Ya on the couch, Rong Xuan turned to the cabinet to pull out another quilt. For some reason, the water-blue quilt on the bottom bed was particularly pleasing to the eye. The other two quilts on the bed were pulled out together, burying Rong Xuan tightly like an avalanche.