my princess boy

In August, the city of Kyoto was drowsy in the sunshine, putting all the weight on the people of Kyoto. Because of the drowsiness, the city was quiet and peaceful, and there was no sound at all.The elm trees are full of strings of elm coins, which hang down in strings, but the fallen leaves are slowly falling, spreading the desolation all over the roadside.

Ling Xuetang was riding on the horse, and could only hear the sound of his own hooves. Looking at the familiar roads, he couldn't help but think of all kinds of life here.

After walking for a while, thinking for a while, he slowly raised the corners of his lips, and sneered ironically——when an orange grows in Huainan, it becomes orange, and when it grows in Huaibei, it becomes orange?

In this sentence, Su Zhonglin is mocking him from a bad background, saying that he has grown into a "trifoliate".

I am afraid that the emperor knows very well whether he has grown into a trifoliate or not.

As they were walking, not far away, two women who were dressed completely differently from the Beiqi women came over. They were wearing red clothes and had a lot of thin braids. They were clearly dressed like Xizhi——It was Ah Luo. Jia and her maid.Because Xizhi and Dayue joined forces, after the fall of Beiqi capital, an army of Xizhi also entered the capital, including Aluojia.

But in the past, Aluojia had unreasonable thoughts about him, but now he is the seventh prince of Dai Viet, she couldn't control it, so she gave up on it.

The two came close to each other, Aluojia looked up at him, but there was no usual admiration on his face, only disappointment and angrily said: "Ling Xuetang, you let me down so much!"

Ling Xuetang looked at her coldly on the horse, without saying a word.

A Luojia looked at him, only to feel that the hanging elm money was reflected on Ling Xuetang's white clothes, casting a green shadow, making him more indifferent and desolate, she couldn't help scolding: "Mu Xianyi treats you like this, but you treat me like this He, I didn't expect that you would be such an ungrateful, heartless and heartless person!"

Hearing this, Ling Xuetang laughed instead of anger. He raised his lips and smiled sarcastically, as if he didn't care about her accusation, and said to her condescendingly: "In that case, you should stay away from me and stop bothering me. !"

"You..." Aluojia was at a loss for words, and after a long time, his whole face flushed with anger, and he said, "Yes, I don't like you anymore in the future, you will not end well!"

Ling Xuetang, however, acted as if she was unknown, pinched the horse's stomach, and rode away on the horse.

"Princess..." The maid at the side wanted to persuade her, but she stopped her and said indignantly:

"For him, Mu Xianyi ran all the way to Xizhi to find him, and even took risks to save him for him, but now he abandoned Mu Xianyi and imprisoned Mu Xianyi for the sake of his status as the prince of Nanyue. Although Mu Xianyi He is my enemy, but he is also an admirable enemy, he shouldn't be reduced to such a fate, I have seen through Ling Xuetang, such a man, don't mind!"

……

Su Hongyao came to see Mu Xianyi.

Su Hongyao had nothing to do with the Beiqi royal family, so she was not locked up. Ling Xuetang allowed her to come and see Mu Xianyi for the sake of her previous friendship.It's just that when she saw Mu Xianyi, her eye circles turned red:

"Xianyi..."

Mu Xianyi looked at her outside the window. She was wearing a light green skirt and her hair was a neat snake bun. Compared with that winter, she obviously had a lot of vicissitudes.

"How did Xuetang become like this?" Su Hongyao reached out and pinched the wood on the window frame tightly, the expression on his face was full of disbelief, and even a bit cruel, "So, I would rather he died……"

"Sister Hong..." Mu Xianyi stopped her. Seeing this, Su Hongyao seemed to understand what he meant, and hated her indisputable appearance and said:

"It's all like this, do you still have him in your heart?"

Mu Xianyi smiled self-deprecatingly: "Sister Hong, if feelings can be cut off as soon as they are said, then I will be like him."

Su Hongyao said helplessly: "But..." She looked Mu Xianyi up and down, reached out to touch the heavy and cold shackles on his hands, and said in a deep voice, "For you, life is It's too painful..."

Mu Xianyi still smiled, with a bit of bitterness in his smile, but also a bit of detachment: "Sister Hong, all living beings are suffering, and I am not the only one. My father said that in the world, life and death and love cannot be forced. But I think, apart from these two things, you can’t force yourself to be proud or frustrated.”

As he spoke, he raised his head slowly, looked out at the lush green courtyard, and looked far and wide: "I also thought about why such suffering had to befall me, if only I had done so... ..." He turned his head and smiled sadly, "But if you always think that if you were at the beginning, you will never be able to face the reality. Life is like walking among thorns, and you will be blamed at every turn. Yes, just live."

Su Hongyao never expected him to think so thoroughly, but she was still aggrieved for him: "However, it is too unfair for a person like you to be treated like this!"

Mu Xianyi smiled: "If I am not the prince of Daqi, but a commoner, maybe what I should worry about today is the years of exorbitant taxes, the disease of children, and the spring plowing next year... I am the prince of Daqi, so I should worry about it." Suffering such humiliation of subjugation, without Ling Xuetang, such humiliation should be endured."

He stretched out his hand to hold Su Hongyao's hand, and comforted her, "Sister Hong, don't pity me, and don't complain about me, you should go far away, lest I hurt you."

Su Hongyao's eyes turned sour all of a sudden: "How can I ignore you?"

"If you die for me like Yanguan and my mother and concubine, I will feel uncomfortable, sad and guilty, why don't you live well and find a place where there is no right and wrong, peace and joy, and I will be happy in my heart. Even if you die, you will die in peace."

This is the truth that he only understands now, but the sad thing is that he only understands this truth after so many people died for him.

Su Hongyao closed her eyes, tears rolled down her eyes, clinging to his hand, she cried softly.

Mu Xianyi didn't speak, and let her hold his hand, pressing his forehead to his hand, wet and hot tears wet his palm.

"Xianyi, the former prince has fled to the northeast, and it is said that he is contacting the old army to support himself." Su Hongyao suddenly said in a low voice.

Mu Xianyi was startled, and glanced around calmly, seeing that the guards around him didn't pay attention to them, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "That's good, if he's here, the southern thief I won't let him go."

"But I'm afraid... for his own life, for the sake of preserving his glory and wealth, he will settle down in a corner, and will never regain the country again..." Su Hongyao's worries are not groundless—the Emperor Zhao Gou of the Southern Song Dynasty wanted to preserve his glory and wealth. , insisting on refusing to fight against the gold, and reusing the Zhuhe faction, if Mu Jingluo now establishes himself as the king and settles down in a corner, he may not follow him, and only seeks his own safety and wealth. The common people, let alone the crown prince Mu Xianyi who would threaten his status?

But Mu Xianyi said in a low voice: "Even if he doesn't come back, he lives in a corner and grows old safely, I don't blame him, as long as he lives well, why bother to go through this muddy water?"

Su Hongyao slowly raised her head and looked at him in a daze.

The person in front of him is like a piece of beautiful jade. The erosion of running water and wind and sand does not seem to reveal a single crack in him, but it has been polished more transparently. It's just that this kind of carving is really too bitter. .