my princess boy

What Mu Xianyi returned to was his Princess Mansion.

He hasn't returned to the princess mansion for a long time, since he became the crown prince, he has been busy and busy, and has been living in the palace, so he has no time to go back to the princess mansion.However, although he won't come for a long time, everything in the princess mansion is still the same as when his father was still there.

July is raging, but the plane trees in front of the main hall are still emerald green, and the sweet-scented osmanthus trees are ready to bud. Because no one takes care of them, the flowers, plants and trees here seem to be crazy, like a woman who has not combed her hair, unkempt.The autumn wind blows, and there is a chill in the face.

There were three or five servants kneeling in front of the door, all with their heads down, panicked, not daring to face Ling Xuetang who appeared again as the Seventh Prince of Nanyue.

Mu Xianyi didn't seem to see them, and after entering the door, he stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

"Go!" The guard behind him pushed him roughly.

He staggered, took a few steps forward, but stopped again, just laughed foolishly, and said in a low voice: "Xuetang, before you died, you said that you would come to see it with me the next day. The newly built Princess Mansion, now, finally fulfilled your promise..."

He still remembered the feeling of the warm, moist and thick blood flowing on his hand, and he could feel the heart-piercing urge to cry at that time.

Thinking about it now, I still want to cry.

He stretched out his shackled hands, wiped the corners of his eyes, then turned his head to look at the silent Ling Xuetang.

This man is so handsome, wearing Nanyue's brocade robe with gold patterns on a white background, he is even more handsome, like a god.

"Yu Wenye, tell me, you really don't want to miss old love, do you only want to be the Seventh Prince?"

Ling Xuetang's face was always indifferent, just like when he first met him, he said: "Why do you want to miss the old love? I have never tasted the taste of power before, and now I know how refreshing it is to be a master. Like fine wine, once you drink it, you will never forget it.”

As he said, he looked at Mu Xianyi with his black eyes, and said in a proud tone: "Mu Xianyi, what I hated the most before was marrying a wife who made me kneel down, but now you and I are doing the opposite, this is exactly what I want. Of course, if you still like me, I can make you my male pet, and I will still love and spoil you like before..."

In front of the public, he actually said such words.

Mu Xianyi felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly. His chest heaved and his dirty clothes trembled slightly along with his body. He took several deep breaths before he suppressed the extreme resentment and discomfort. .

He looked up at him, choked his throat, and sneered a few times: "Now you want me to be your seventh prince concubine, and I don't even bother to be your male favorite? Yu Wenye, you are ungrateful and clinging Powerful, shameless, don’t think that everyone is the same as you!”

He originally thought that he couldn't say the three words "Yuwenye", but at this moment, he said it very naturally - he felt that calling the person in front of him "Ling Xuetang" was an insult to these three words.

Ling Xuetang looked at Mu Xianyi, her face seemed a little ugly, and said coldly: "Mu Xianyi, don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

"I don't know what's good?" Mu Xianyi asked back, "If you were half guilty, you wouldn't say such things!"

"Do you know how Li Yanguan died? Because of your entrustment, he led thousands of troops against [-] South Vietnamese troops. He fought fiercely for many days. In the end, he suffered multiple wounds and died in battle under the city of Yangzhou. ...He has the meaning of a friend, but you are not worthy to talk about brotherhood with him! If he has knowledge, he will be ashamed to be with you!"

Ling Xuetang laughed mockingly, and said disdainfully, "It's him who is stupid."

Hearing these words, Mu Xianyi's eyes became sour, and tears stained his eyes: "Yu Wenye, you are a heartless, heartless scum! You are not worthy of entering my princess mansion, get out, get out... ..."

As he spoke, he pushed Ling Xuetang, but his hands and feet were in shackles, and he hadn't had enough to eat for many days, so he had no strength at all. Instead, Ling Xuetang tightly grabbed his wrist and stared at him sharply:

"Mu Xianyi, you are a prisoner, this is no longer your princess mansion!"

"You don't go, I'll go, you let me go, I'm going back to Duke Zhen's mansion, I'm going to find my son-in-law, he's waiting for me there..." Mu Xianyi said, speechless, tears streaming from her eyes Li rolled down his cheek.

"Ling Xuetang is dead, now, only me, only me!"

Mu Xianyi looked at his sinister eyes, tears kept flowing, but he laughed at himself, and said in a low voice: "Yes, my Xuetang has been dead for a long time, and she will never come back to love me and pet me again." ..."

Tears kept falling from his dirty face. He looked at the person in front of him with a smile on his lips, as if it didn't hurt at all:

"On that day, the coffin will be built and Xuetang's coffin will be nailed to death. As usual, the eldest son will call three times. The mother-in-law said, Xian'er, Xuetang has no children, and no one will call him. You are his son." My wife, come and call three times and send him away. I thought it would be so difficult to call three times, I can’t bear him, and I can even call ten times in a row.”

"I called him, Xuetang—but after the first call, my tears came down, and the second time, I couldn't yell. I told my mother-in-law, mother-in-law, I can't do it, I will cry, She heard this, came over and hugged me, and said, cry, it's for Xuetang."

"So, with tears in my eyes, I yelled three times in a row, 'Xuetang! Xuetang! Xuetang!' After I called out three times, my whole body seemed to be full of strength, and I rushed over to the man who was about to nail the coffin. The man pushed it away, fell on his coffin, and burst into tears..."

"He's dead, I don't have a husband anymore, I don't love my husband anymore, and I won't have Ling Xuetang for the rest of my life!"

Mu Xianyi said, as if he was in the mourning hall that day, and in front of him was the coffin that was about to be crucified, crying miserably.

All the servants of the princess mansion fell to the ground, weeping inwardly.

Ling Xuetang's face was stiff, she slowly looked away, and said in a strange tone, "Come here—take, take him away and lock him up!"

"Yes!"

Mu Xianyi was still crying, and seemed unconscious after being roughly taken away, as if immersed in his own world, unable to extricate himself.

Ling Xuetang flicked her sleeves and hurried into the house.

In the dark, without the light from the outside, those deep black eyes blinked once, and the tears stained on the eyelashes, like thin mist beads, and disappeared in the blink of an eye again.

When the autumn wind blows, there is the slight sound of leaves dancing in the courtyard, and the glazed lanterns in front of the hall tremble slightly.It seems that nothing has changed in the old Princess Mansion, all the layout and scenery are so familiar.