my princess boy

Ling Xuetang was indeed going to fight in the northwest.

When Mu Xianyi asked for the exact news from his mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhen Guogong was also very helpless and said to him:

"Princess, that little bastard Ling Xuetang really doesn't listen to advice and insists on going to the northwest... Your father-in-law and I have persuaded him about the two of you. He must also want to go to the northwest for a while. Calm down and think about the two of you. Don't worry about human matters, I'll tell him to come back in a month or two, at most three months, huh?"

Mrs. Zhen Guogong's face was full of guilt when she spoke, but how could Mu Xianyi blame her?

He also knew that no one could be blamed for this matter, even Ling Xuetang had never done anything wrong, but he still didn't want Ling Xuetang to go to the northwest frontier. I was worried that something would happen to Ling Xuetang on the battlefield because of a bad mood... If that was the case, I would really regret it for the rest of my life!

But, what qualifications does he have to stop Ling Xuetang?

Ling Xuetang's ambition is to defend the country and defend the country. As a wife, she should have supported him; what's more, the two of them are in such a situation now. If he is not allowed to go, Ling Xuetang may hate herself even more.Now Ling Xuetang didn't even want to see her face, even if she said that she was bleeding, it would only increase her disgust.

After much deliberation, Mu Xianyi still had to accept the reality that Ling Xuetang was going to fight in the northwest.

It's just that, after all, I still can't bear it.

If the two were still in love, maybe Ling Xuetang would still make promises to him, maybe Ling Xuetang would still write family letters to herself, but now that the relationship between the two has broken down, Ling Xuetang treats him like a stranger, and doesn't care about anything. If you don't want to tell him, how can you let him feel at ease?

It was mid-spring on February [-]th, but Mu Xianyi felt colder than winter.

He asked someone about the date of the army's departure, and only then did he know that two days later, including Ling Xuetang, Li Yanguan, Han Yu, and even Lou Yuzhang, [-] troops were going to the northwest front.

Hearing this news, Mu Xianyi hugged the shirt he was rushing to make, and couldn't help crying again.

But soon, he wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth and continued to sew the shirt—it was the first time he regretted that he didn’t learn how to be a female red, and now even the shirt is not sewn properly, the stitches are crooked, and it is not dense , good material, but it was sewed badly by myself.

During this day and night, he didn't know how many times he was pricked by needles, and how much blood flowed from his fingers. He worked tirelessly, and finally finished the shirt.

But the work is done, how will he hand it over to Ling Xuetang?

If it was given to him directly, he probably wouldn't even take a look at it, let alone take it away and wear it.

After much deliberation, Mu Xianyi decided to ask someone to deliver it to Li Yanguan, and begged him to deliver it to Ling Xuetang when the time came.He wrote a letter and asked someone to bring a high-quality sword, and sent it to Li Yanguan together with the battle robe. The battle robe was for Ling Xuetang, and both the letter and the sword were for Li Yanguan. In order to ask him to help hand over the shirt, he was also asked to take good care of Ling Xuetang in the northwest.

Li Yanguan was an upright and loyal person, Mu Xianyi could only trust him after much deliberation.

Sure enough, after Luan Jing came back, he said that General Li had fully agreed, and reassured him.

Mu Xianyi sighed, how can he rest assured?

Ling Xuetang will be leaving tomorrow.

He looked at the lights in the West Wing that had just been turned on, and then looked down at the letterhead on the desk, feeling bitter in his heart. He wanted to write something for Ling Xuetang, but he didn't know what to write when he picked up the pen. never wrote.

The candle flames danced, and the lanterns made a "beeping" sound, which seemed so abrupt in this quiet room.

Mu Xianyi's palms holding Langhao were slightly damp with sweat. He put the pen on the pen mount, sighed, and finally got up.Walking to the mirror, a haggard woman's face was reflected in the dim yellow rhombic mirror, her eyes were red and swollen, completely lacking the usual bright and dazzling brilliance.

He wiped the underside of his eyes carefully with lead powder, trying to cover up the bruises and redness, but it didn't help at all, and it made his face even more strange.

A little annoyed, he threw the lead powder, turned around and went out——

Forget it, anyway, Ling Xuetang doesn't like herself anymore, so what does it matter if she is ugly or not?

After going out the door, the slightly cold spring breeze hit his face, making him more sober, and when he walked ten steps away from the west wing, he stopped slowly.

Do you really want to go in?

As Ling Xuetang said, keep yourself away from him.

But if you don't go, you won't be able to talk to him for a long time.In the past few days, I haven't talked to him for a long time.

He was scared and nervous, but he couldn't hold back his desire to see Ling Xuetang and talk to him. He walked back and forth several times in front of the west wing, and finally he gritted his teeth and walked in——

It's okay, even if he scolded himself and got angry with himself again, he still had more than three months to calm down, maybe when he came back from the war, the son-in-law would figure it out.

"Consort? Consort, am I coming in?"

He whispered at the door, not as if he was asking for other people's opinions, but as if he was emboldening himself.

"squeak--"

He pushed the door lightly and went in, the voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.The room was brightly lit. He walked in quietly, opened the curtain, and saw Ling Xuetang sitting under the lamp, sleeping with her head propped up and eyes closed. There was still a sword on the table in front of him, it was an old sword, not the one that Mu Xianyi won for him from the Peony Flower Club last time.From the looks of it, Ling Xuetang should be preparing for tomorrow's departure.

Looking at his sleeping face, Mu Xianyi was so nervous that she didn't dare to let go of her breath.

Ling Xuetang was born really handsome.The eyebrows are delicate and heroic, the bridge of the nose is straight, the curvature of the thin lips is perfect, and all the facial features are just right, neither too delicate nor rough, like a begonia in the snow, handsome and extraordinary, but also revealing heroic and tenacity, even sleeping It is enough to make people unable to look away.

Mu Xianyi wanted to sit next to him, hug him, and act like a baby with him.

But just think about it.

Seeing that Ling Xuetang was sleeping soundly but the clothes on his body were thin, he looked around and saw a cloak beside him, so he walked over and gently took the cloak, shook it off, walked to Ling Xuetang, and slowly covered the cloak on his shoulders.

"Crack."

"what are you doing?!"

Mu Xianyi was startled, loosened his hands unconsciously, and instinctively stepped back, his heart beating wildly—it turned out that his embroidered shoes had stepped on something, and this soft sound startled Ling Xuetang, who was staring sharply at this moment. Own.