my princess boy

"Grandpa, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince has arrived."

"Let him in."

In Prince Yu's Mansion, Su Zhonglin, Duke of Qi State of Dayue, was sitting in the flower hall, drinking tea in an orderly manner. The eldest grandson Su Fengxuan at the side glanced at the concierge, turned around and said to him respectfully:

"Grandfather, I guess Yu Wenye must have come here for Lou Yuzhang."

Su Zhonglin's expression was still calm, and he took the lid of the teacup and skimmed off the foam on the tea water, saying: "It really is something from the north, so inferior, it is far less exquisite than our southern ones." After finishing speaking, he seemed to lose interest After drinking tea, he pressed the teacup on the table next to him with a "bang", looked at Su Fengxuan who was standing by and waited, and said, "It's useless to come, the old man makes up his mind, no one can decide!"

However, Su Fengxuan hesitated and said: "He is His Majesty's favorite seventh prince... and he was crowned king early. Look at the sixth prince, who is so much older than him, and has not been crowned king yet!"

Su Zhonglin sneered and said: "What is a bastard born to a man and raised in a barbaric and vulgar place in the north? Your Majesty likes him, but no one in the court seriously thinks that His Majesty will make him the crown prince, but Just pretend to flatter him with a few words to coax His Majesty!"

"But grandson heard that His Majesty intends to make him the crown prince, just because he is afraid that he..."

The sound of footsteps came from a distance, Su Fengxuan didn't say any more.

Ling Xuetang was wearing the prince's regular uniform with a python dragon pattern on a white background. He had a cold temperament. Wearing this color of clothes, he looked even colder, like winter snow blowing against his face.

The guard behind him was dressed in a strong blue outfit, holding his sword expressionlessly. The master and servant were like two green pine trees walking in winter, cold and clear.

The figure gradually entered the hall from the front of the hall.

"The old minister has seen His Highness King Ming." "The young minister has seen His Highness King Ming."

"You don't need to be too polite." Ling Xuetang's face was pale, not very warm.

Su Zhonglin's face was not very respectful, and he had a half-smile on his face: "Your Highness, please take a seat."

Ling Xuetang was not polite to him, and directly sat down at the head, and asked: "Father gave the North Qiyu Prince's Mansion to the Duke, I wonder if the Duke can still get used to it?"

Su Zhonglin sat down at the bottom, clasped his fists and gestured upwards, and said, "Your Majesty's grace is immense, and the old minister is very grateful, but the people from the north are rough, and the houses are rough and simple, square and square, and they are not as beautiful as my Da Yue building." As he spoke, he looked at Ling Xuetang with a slight smile, and said, "This is because the local culture and customs are the same. Otherwise, how can there be such a saying as 'Oranges grown in Huainan are oranges, and those grown in Huaibei are oranges'?"

Ling Xuetang lowered her eyelids slightly when she heard this, and said in a calm tone: "If I had known this, I should have asked Father to let the Duke stay in Lin'an, otherwise the Duke would also become a 'trifoliate' in the barbaric place of Beiqi. This is my great loss."

Hearing this, Su Zhonglin couldn't help but look a little ugly, and Su Fengxuan at the side immediately laughed and said:

"Your Highness was joking. Humans are human after all. There is a saying, 'It's easy to change your country, but it's hard to change your nature'. It can be seen that what a human being is, it's brought out from the womb."

A three-point smile appeared on Ling Xuetang's lips: "Feng Xuan is right."

Su Fengxuan smiled embarrassingly.

"Your Highness came here specially, what can I do with the old minister?" Su Zhonglin's tone was a little blunt, and his face was also a little impatient.

Ling Xuetang turned to him, and said patiently: "I heard that the Duke wants the tomb of Lou Yuzhang, and this palace came here specially to intercede with him."

Su Zhonglin didn't expect him to speak so bluntly, he was stunned for a moment, then he snorted coldly, and said in disdain: "Is a lowly Beiqi junior worthy of His Highness's honor to come to plead with the old minister?" Said Looking at Ling Xuetang, his shrewd eyes narrowed slightly, "Could it be that... His Highness still misses his homeland and Beiqi's personnel affairs?"

The eyes of the two met, and they both saw the sharpness in each other's eyes.

"Heh." Ling Xuetang suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at, Your Highness? Is the old minister wrong?"

"Why does this palace miss my homeland? Is there anything in Beiqi that I can miss?" Ling Xuetang asked him, then slowly turned around, and said in a manly voice, "This is what Mu Xianyi meant."

When Su Zhonglin heard it, he seemed to have caught his pain, stood up and scolded: "Your Highness! Is it possible that you still miss this man? You came to be a lobbyist for him!"

Ling Xuetang turned her head again in a slow and orderly manner, and said calmly: "I'm a man, what's wrong with liking his body? He promised to be my male favorite, so I begged for him. I think it's a good deal, Duke." What do you say?"

His black eyes stared at Su Zhonglin arrogantly and indifferently.

Su Zhonglin was at a loss for words, his face darkened, and he couldn't utter a word—this Yu Wenye, he didn't take himself and the Su family seriously, and kept talking about how he got a male favor, which was more important than how he avenged his grandson more important!

And when he said this, he still had no way to refuse. Could it be that he said to him, "No, Your Highness, don't favor men, I must take revenge"?

He wanted to say something, but Ling Xuetang spoke before him:

"Anyway, everyone is dead, the Duke should express his condolences. I will report to my father and beg him to chase after the little general." Ling Xuetang stood up, dropped such a sentence, and said, "I bid farewell, the Duke Please stay."

With that said, he strode out.

Su Zhonglin stood at the same spot, his chest ached with anger, and he wanted to catch up with him and argue with him, but he also knew that the other party was the Seventh Prince, no matter how unbearable his status was, he was the emperor's favorite son, and he couldn't tear himself apart shameless.

"Damn it!" Su Zhonglin patted the table hard, and the teacup that had been pressed on it shook violently and made a "bang".

"Grandfather, don't be angry." Su Fengxuan hurriedly comforted him, "Yu Wenye is the prince after all, not to mention... Yu Bai is dead, no matter what you do, he will never come back to life."

Su Zhonglin listened, and his old face showed a bit of sadness: "If I knew it, I wouldn't let Yubai go to the battlefield... It's all your father's fault! It doesn't matter what you say, what is it now?" When he said this, he seemed to have thought of something , his face turned sullen, "No, they can't be so cheap... Since they can't dig Lou Yuzhang's grave, then let Mu Xianyi come and wear sackcloth and filial piety for my family!"

Su Fengxuan was taken aback when he heard this, and called out, "Grandfather..."

"Yubai is the most valuable person among those who fought against Yu Sui in Northern Qizhong this time. His Majesty will definitely agree. What's more, Mu Xianyi, a subjugated prince, is just wearing hemp and mourning for my family Yubai, but it's still cheap He is gone!" Su Zhonglin smiled sinisterly, and said, "If Ling Xuetang refuses, I will go to His Majesty and say that he still misses his homeland, and see if he dares to be so arrogant!"

Su Fengxuan listened, as if he was persuaded, he also smiled slightly, and stopped talking.