my princess boy

The further southeast the convoy went, the warmer it became.

Mu Xianyi sat in the carriage, opened the window and looked outside, the northwest was yellow-green, but by this time, the scenery outside had turned into pure green and red from time to time, and there were pieces of golden rapeseed flower field.Even the air has become humid and warm.The sky is high and far away, and the birds are flapping their wings in the air. In the distance, there are shepherd boys riding cattle and laughing with their companions.

It makes people feel like being in a cage for a long time and suddenly returning to nature.

Mu Xianyi let out a long breath, and inhaled the fresh and moist air outside into his lungs bit by bit—it was so comfortable.

He couldn't help thinking that if he and Ling Xuetang went to Jiangnan in the future, would they find Jiangnan more pleasant than the capital?After all, Kyoto is in the north, where it is dry and cold. Jiangnan must be more livable than Kyoto.

He's starting to look forward to it now.

He turned his head, and Ling Xuetang, who was sitting across from him, was in a very upright posture, with his head tilted slightly against the wall of the carriage, and there was hot tea on the quaint red sandalwood closet beside him, and the hot smoke swirled upwards, hitting his delicate face, His eyes were also covered with mist.Seeing Mu Xianyi turn his head, Ling Xuetang's lips curled up a little:

"What? Tired of watching?"

"No, I was thinking that the scenery outside is really nice, why don't we go down for a walk, okay?"

"Well, Xuanxuan wants to leave, so I will accompany you naturally, let's go."

"Okay!" Mu Xianyi walked to the door and asked Bai Yu to stop the carriage, then came back and helped Ling Xuetang down.

When going down, Lou Yuzhang and Yu Wanyan also got off their horses and were walking towards them. Li Yanguan was still riding on the horse, looking down at them, and shouted:

"Why, you guys in the carriage, are you tired from sitting upside down?"

Lou Yuzhang thought it was funny, turned around and said, "Brother Yanguan doesn't know something, riding a carriage is more tiring than riding a horse, we are physically tired, and their hearts are tired."

Li Yanguan laughed loudly and dismounted too.

"Just arrange for us!" Mu Xianyi said with a smile.

They walked along the road, and there was lush vegetation in the fields on the hillside, sparkling in the flat rice fields, misty rain in the sky, the sound of rhododendrons, and a thriving scene.

Mu Xianyi and Ling Xuetang walked slowly, admiring the rare pastoral scenery along the way, Yu Wanyan and Li Yanguan followed behind, also looking around leisurely.

"Hey, what kind of flower is this? Hydrangea?" Lou Yuzhang asked curiously.

Mu Xianyi stopped and turned around, and saw Lou Yuzhang bent over, picking flowers in a nearby bush. Not long after, he picked one and showed it to everyone, "Look, what kind of flower is this? Never seen it in Kyoto."

When Mu Xianyi saw it, he couldn't help laughing and said: "This is called Tumi, and it's also called the Buddha's joke. We plant all apricot, elm and locust trees in the capital, so you've never seen it before." He looked at Ling Xuetang again, excitedly Said, "After the tea flowers bloom, the flower season is over, so there is a poem called 'It's time for the flowers to bloom'. Women don't like this flower, saying that it symbolizes the passing of youth..."

Ling Xuetang was originally smiling, but now her smile froze slightly, her eyes staring blankly at the flowers in Lou Yuzhang's hand.

Yu Wanyan saw him at the side, quickly changed the topic, and said, "Forget it, don't talk about the flowers, I see a pavilion in front, let's go in and sit for a while and drink some hot tea!"

"Okay!" Mu Xianyi was the first to agree, and said, "It's good to have a carriage. There are still hot tea and snacks in the carriage. Wait a minute, and I'll go get them."

Seeing Mu Xianyi go back, Yu Wanyan stepped forward and patted Ling Xuetang on the shoulder, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Ling Xuetang had no expression on her face, and shook her head: "It's nothing." Saying that, she raised her eyes to look at Mu Xianyi who was walking away.

Youth is fleeting, and after his death, if Mu Xianyi really guarded him all the time, it would be too hard. I wonder if he can find someone reliable to entrust him with the rest of his life?

"A Tang, what are you thinking? Let's go!" Li Yanguan passed by him, put his arms around his shoulders, and led him forward.

Ling Xuetang glanced at Li Yanguan, then thought of something, and looked away.

After walking for another five days, it was not far from the capital city, and there were still about three days to go.

There were more than two hundred people in the convoy, so they set up camp at night.

Sitting in the carriage, Mu Xianyi read the letter secretly sent by Concubine Chen by the oil lamp.The surrounding area was quiet, except for the chirping of insects and partridges in the wild. He looked at it for a while, then put the letter on the oil lamp, ignited it, and fed it directly into the small furnace beside it.

Ling Xuetang sat on the side, looked at him quietly, and didn't ask him about the contents of the letter. The dim yellow light shone on his delicate face, casting a half shadow on it.

"The concubine mother said that the empress intends to raise the younger brother Jiuhuang, but as a result..." Mu Xianyi said this, a chill appeared on Jumei's face, "On the day before the empress adopted him, the younger brother Jiuhuang died. , was poisoned to death in his own room."

Ling Xuetang frowned: "Have you found the murderer?"

Mu Xianyi shook his head.

"Since Mu Jingchen intends to become the crown prince, it's probably because of him." Ling Xuetang speculated.

"Brother Jiuhuang is only six years old, how can he do it?"

"As a king, most of them are ruthless. When Liu Bang ran away, he could even abandon his wife and children, let alone brothers? Perhaps to them, the relationship between brotherhood and father-son is nothing important." Ling Xuetang looked at Mu Xian Yi, seeing him with his head half down, biting his lip, the light falling on his eyes, like waves rippling, made people think he was shedding tears.

The carriage fell silent.

After a while, Ling Xuetang said in a low voice: "Xuanxuan, what are you going to do?"

This sentence seemed to be asking Mu Xianyi, but it was more like talking to himself.

Mu Xianyi was stunned for a moment, then thought for a while, and said seriously: "I don't want to be a man again in this life, I will be a husband and wife with you for the rest of my life, Mu Jingchen killed siblings, but I am a 'woman', even if I am not Girl, I am also a broken sleeve, he shouldn't think of harming me, right?"

After hearing this, Ling Xuetang smiled a little, and reached out to touch his cheek, her fingertips were slightly cool: "You really don't want the throne? Are you really willing to just be a woman in a deep house, staying in the high-walled inner courtyard every day, Do you read, write, feed flowers and plants?"

Mu Xianyi held his hand, without thinking about it, and said with a bright smile: "Well! What's so good about the throne, it's nothing compared to you. I, too, have three wishes."

"Which three wishes?"

"I wish you a thousand years..." When Mu Xianyi said this, Ling Xuetang's smile froze for a moment, but he was so excited that he didn't notice this slight change at all. He just said to himself, "I wish you a long and healthy concubine. The three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, and we will meet each other every year!"

Ling Xuetang seemed to be very happy when he heard this, reached out and hugged him into his arms, and said with a smile: "Well, Xuanxuan is so good, I..." He suddenly snorted, coughed, and was stunned for the rest of the sentence. I didn't go on.

"What's the matter..." Mu Xianyi wanted to lean out, but Ling Xuetang pressed her into his arms vigorously:

"It's okay, just don't move, just moved and touched my wound."

After hearing this, Mu Xianyi quickly stopped still: "How about this? Is it better? Does it hurt?"

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." Ling Xuetang said, slowly stretched out her hand, calmly wiped away the scarlet blood stain on her lips with her thumb, hid it in the palm of her hand, and stretched out her hand.

The cuckoo crows blood at the fifth watch.

Flowers can't help being cold, people can't help being cold.