my princess boy

"I, I just want to cover you with a cloak..." Mu Xianyi's heart was beating violently, his whole body was trembling from his cold gaze, and he wished he could escape immediately, but this thought only flashed in his mind , In the end, he still bit the bullet and stayed where he was.He looked at the cloak that fell on the ground, and hurriedly picked it up again, "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Ling Xuetang looked at him, with a look of disgust on his face, and his brows were tightly frowned: "Didn't I tell you to stay away from me? Are you still sticking to me?"

Mu Xianyi didn't dare to look into his eyes, and hugged the cloak tightly with both hands, as if treating it as his own life-saving straw: "I...I think you are going to the northwest tomorrow, come, come and see you .”

At this moment, the drafts that had been typed outside were all messed up, and he couldn't organize a single sentence. Mu Xianyi didn't even know why he was talking.

Seeing him lowering his head, Ling Xuetang still couldn't cover his red eyes that couldn't be opened, and his tone became more impatient: "I went to the northwest to avoid you, and you still come to me shamelessly?"

Mu Xianyi was taken aback, and looked at him in surprise.

Seeing his indifferent eyes, staring at me without any mistakes, I couldn't help but feel ashamed and uncomfortable, slowly lowered my head again, and said bravely, "I'm sorry..."

"Get out!" Ling Xuetang turned away and didn't even look at him.

Mu Xianyi finally mustered up the courage to come in, how could he just go out like this?Moved a few steps, walked in front of him, and said to himself: "Northwest Tianhan, you have to take care of yourself; swords have no eyes, so you have to be careful. I heard that Xizhi Dahan is insidious and cunning, so you must be careful... ..."

"Have you said enough?" Ling Xuetang interrupted him, her gaze became sharper.

Mu Xianyi was even more anxious: "You have to be careful, I'll be waiting for you at home, you have to remember to write a letter to me, if you don't write it to me, it's fine to write it to your elder brother or your father-in-law, just leave me a sentence or two That's good, I will miss you very much, and I will be very worried about you..."

Speaking of this, his eyes turned red, it can be seen that Ling Xuetang's complexion is getting uglier and more indifferent, and he is holding back his tears, trying to smile:

"Forget it if you don't write to me, don't hate me on the battlefield..."

Ling Xuetang looked at him and said nothing.

Mu Xianyi finally couldn't help it, lowered his head, turned around and walked out quickly, ran into the bedroom in one breath, sat on the bed, hugged the cloak in his arms, and cried desolately.

Surrounded by silence, only the sound of his sobs could be heard.

He didn't know how long he cried until he realized that he had brought out the man's cloak, and wanted to return it, but he really didn't have the courage to go again. After thinking about it, he said:

Forget it, just treat it as a token left for me before the son-in-law left.

Thinking about it this way, he really felt much better. Holding that cloak, as if holding Ling Xuetang, he gradually stopped crying.

After a while, Luan Jing was called in again and ordered:

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to the city to send off my son-in-law, don't forget to call me early."

After hearing this, Luan Jing frowned and persuaded: "Master, why bother?" After leaving, the son-in-law didn't appreciate it; what's more, watching the son-in-law leave made me feel even more uncomfortable, why bother to come?

But Mu Xianyi said: "No, I can rest assured only after watching him go."

Luan Jing sighed, and had no choice but to follow him. Seeing that his face was haggard, and he had cried again just now, he couldn't help but said indignantly: "The son-in-law is really cruel, the master is like this, so he doesn't care at all. Don't you feel distressed? Half a year of love between husband and wife, just because of the princess...is it gone? "

Mu Xianyi just stared blankly and didn't speak.

Luan Jing said again: "That's because the princess likes him. If the princess doesn't like him and likes other men, let's see how he can spoil the princess's wishes!"

"Luan Jing!" Mu Xianyi stopped her, motioned her to stop talking, then lowered his head, and said, "It's because I feel ashamed of him, not to mention love, how can I put it right?"

He said, looking outside, today is the seventeenth of February, the moon is still round, but it symbolizes the reunion of husband and wife, but why does it shine on their resentful couple?

Really, there is only Chun Tingyue in love, and it is still a picture of a fallen flower!

Early the next morning, Mu Xianyi got up, dressed in a hurry, got into the carriage, and went to the top of the city - where his father would send out a tiger talisman and order the army to move out.

He was wearing a cloak, a hood, and a veil. The wind on the city wall made him tremble all over, and his cheeks ached a little. After a long time, his head also ached.

It was so easy to wait for the army to arrive, and to wait for his father, and only after his father arrived mightily, several generals came forward.

Mu Xianyi saw Ling Xuetang wearing armor, riding a tall black horse and carrying a sword in front of the large army with a dignified appearance, not to mention how heroic he was.He loved Ling Xuetang's appearance so much, he kept looking at him burningly, unable to move his eyes away.

His father was speaking, encouraging and encouraging the soldiers.

Mu Xianyi had never seen such a scene before, and the feeling of joy and freshness slightly dispelled some of the sadness of parting.

However, soon, the drums sounded, and the horn sounded.

Mu Xianyi's heart, which was still jumping with joy just now, suddenly sank.

Ling Xuetang turned the horse's head and gave orders to the soldiers. The soldiers turned around in unison and walked away at a neat pace.Ling Xuetang also followed them, gradually walked away, and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

Mu Xianyi had always been afraid of Ling Xuetang leaving, but seeing him leave with his own eyes now, he didn't feel uncomfortable, as if he was just sending Ling Xuetang to the school field in the suburbs of Beijing for training, and he would come back in the evening.

It’s not that he’s too ruthless, it’s that he hasn’t parted with anyone for a long time in the past 17 years. At this time, he still doesn’t know that parting is always easy. How to hold back the thoughts sprouting from the crevice of flesh and blood when seeing the cloak worn by the other party, the used wolf hair, or even the place where he sat.

That night, the marching army stopped and set up camp to rest.

In the tent, Ling Xuetang was wearing armor, sitting in front of the burning brazier and reading military books.

"A Tang!"

Lifting his head, it was Li Yanguan who was full of smiles. He was holding a package, walked straight to him, sat on the futon, and bumped his arm:

"Hey, do you know what I brought you?"

"What?" Ling Xuetang asked, but there was no expectation on her face.

Li Yanguan opened the bag, took out a battle robe and handed it to him: "Here, your little princess made the battle robe for you."

Ling Xuetang had already received it, subconsciously glanced at it a few times, sneered disdainfully, and said, "Sew it like this, only he can do it."

With that said, he threw it back into Li Yan's care.

Li Yanguan was taken aback, and said, "You don't want it? The princess sewed it herself!"

"No." Ling Xuetang said without raising her head.

"Hey, don't give it to me. The material is so good. When you arrive in the northwest, it's good to use it to cover your body at night..." Li Yanguan said, pinching the shirt under his arm, and was about to get up with his hands. Suddenly, he felt that the battle robe under his arm had been taken away, and when he turned his head, he saw Ling Xuetang put the battle robe to his other side, his gaze was still on the book, and his expression seemed calm:

"Who told you that."

"You said you didn't want it! Just give it to me if you don't want it!" Li Yanguan was serious. "It's a pity to lose the princess's heart like this. Give it to me!"

As he said that, he was about to rush over to take it, but Ling Xuetang pressed the book against his chest, and those black eyes looked at him awe-inspiringly:

"Find a fight."

Li Yanguan was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed and pointed at him: "Ling Xuetang, Ling Xuetang..." He laughed again, turned and went out.

After he went out, Ling Xuetang glanced sideways at the shirt again, her expression became more complicated.