my princess boy

After Su Hongyao left, Ling Xuetang came again and told him that the Su family wanted him to wear sackcloth and mourning for Su Yubai before letting Lou Yuzhang's body go.

Mu Xianyi lowered his head, smiled sadly, and only said, yes.

He also has nothing to do for Yuzhang. After his death, it is still possible to save his face.

Ling Xuetang looked at him, it was already close to dusk, the sun was not so glaring, and the faint light refracted from the half-closed glass window slanted down on his face, shining half bright and half dark on his face. As a result, those eyes were more like a paddy field in spring, the water shimmered suddenly and was blown sparkling by the wind.

He said, "By the way, there is another news for you."

"What news?" Mu Xianyi suddenly raised his head.

"Mu Jingyuan wanted to assassinate my father, but was shot dead on the spot." After Ling Xuetang finished speaking, she looked at him, waiting for his reaction.

Sure enough, a flash of surprise crossed Mu Xianyi's face: "Mu Jingyuan? Isn't it...Mu Jingsheng?"

"It's Mu Jingyuan." Ling Xuetang confirmed again.

His two cousins, Mu Jingsheng is upright and gentle, and is often praised by others, while Mu Jingyuan is very conceited, and usually uses his identity to do evil things to bully men and women... However, today Was it Mu Jingyuan who assassinated Emperor Tianqi of Nanyue?

Mu Xianyi was stunned for a while, then lightly curled the corners of his lips and said, "I see." Then he asked, "Where's the corpse?"

"Throwing it at the gate of King Qi's mansion, King Qi is very sensible, he personally went to my father to plead guilty, and kept a low profile. My father was kind, so he sentenced him to exile in Shu." Ling Xuetang said.

The curve of Mu Xianyi's lips was stained with sarcasm, and he said, "Okay."

Whether he chooses to die for his country, or chooses to save his life, it's all a personal choice. If he himself is alive and begging for mercy from Ling Xuetang, what right does he have to accuse others of their weakness?

It's just that I don't know that Mu Jingyuan was so temperamental in front of the country's righteousness... It's a pity that I never gave him a good face before his death. If he knew that Mu Jingyuan would have such an ending, he should have given him such a temper before his death. Smile at him, and call him seriously, cousin.

Pity.

"I've already done what you wanted me to do, should you also fulfill your promise?" Ling Xuetang asked him suddenly.

When he raised his head, he saw himself in a pair of dark and deep eyes.

That gaze is so familiar, so touching, but in the familiarity, there is a complexity that I have never seen before, and in my heartbeat, there is deep-rooted hatred and shame.

He said: "Okay, I promised you, I will not break my promise."

Ling Xuetang showed some satisfaction, and said, "I'll ask someone to take a bath for you at night, so don't dirty my bed."

Mu Xianyi sneered, but said nothing.

The sun is gradually setting, and the autumn wind is cold, blowing on people's faces, with bursts of coolness.Then gradually, the night gradually fell, and the lanterns in the princess mansion were lit one by one, emitting a red and soft light in the night.

Mu Xianyi sat in front of the window and let others dress up.

It was Luan Jing and Nuan Yu who came to make up for him. Normally, the two of them were not allowed to be served, but they were called here at this time. There was no one else, but the two of them were the most able to give Mu Xianyi his unique demeanor.

With tears in her eyes, Nuan Yu choked her throat and asked him which walking rocker he wanted to wear.

Luan Jing froze and said nothing.

Mu Xianyi was disguised as a woman again.

It was a last resort in the past, but now knowing that he is a man, and asking him to pretend to be a woman, to please her between the beds, Ling Xuetang is obviously humiliating him.

There was no expression on Mu Xianyi's face, he was never sad or angry, he just let the two of them dress up, it's just that he hasn't combed a girl's hair for a long time, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He sat quietly in front of the rhombic mirror, watching the two maids dressing himself up into a charming woman, and suddenly had the illusion of going back to three years ago.

At that time, he and Ling Xuetang were newly married, and Ling Xuetang loved and doted on him. Although he didn't talk much, he was gentle in his bones.The two of them are very affectionate and deeply affectionate, like a pair of mortise and tenon that fit together tightly, and no one can try to separate them.

So, was it already three years ago?

Time passed too quickly.

He raised his eyes to look at the person in the mirror carefully, and sure enough, he saw that the person in the mirror was no longer as delicate as it was three years ago, the corners of his eyes and brows were already filled with a bit of sadness and melancholy, the look in his eyes and the expression on his face were no longer the same. No matter how young, innocent and playful, it is clearly the vicissitudes of detachment in despair.

Even with the same makeup as before, she is not as innocent and charming as a girl before.

What's more, he is a man after all, and his facial features and skin are growing towards the characteristics of a man. Naturally, he can no longer be fake as before.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when Ling Xuetang came. It was only when a white figure appeared in the mirror that he realized it suddenly. When he turned his head, he saw Ling Xuetang standing behind him, also looking at him intently. .

He stood up and said calmly, "Are you satisfied with this?"

"You've become ugly." Ling Xuetang said mercilessly.

Look indifferent.

Mu Xianyi felt a pain in his heart, but in an instant, he still laughed sarcastically: "If you have experienced the pain of subjugation and the humiliation of being a prisoner, your face will fade faster than ordinary people."

Ling Xuetang didn't continue, just asked: "After I died, did I have sex with other men?"

Mu Xianyi was taken aback for a moment, but then he became angry: "Ling Xuetang, don't push yourself too hard!"

He was just fulfilling his promise, did Ling Xuetang really think that he was a humiliating prostitute?

What's more, I have a deep affection for him, how could I do such a shameless thing? !

Seeing his reaction, Ling Xuetang seemed to know the answer, so she stopped talking and just said, "Come here."

Mu Xianyi's chest rose and fell, and he suppressed the anger and pain in his heart bit by bit, before he walked in front of him.

"Help me take off my clothes." Ling Xuetang ordered.

Mu Xianyi was already mentally prepared and did not resist, reaching out to undress him.

Originally, the two of them had done many things in the matter of undressing each other, but he was very familiar with it.

But when he was taking off the last piece of clothes, he suddenly stopped.

There was a hideous scar on Ling Xuetang's chest.

He knew that it was an arrow wound caused by an arrow that died in the northwest.It was also this arrow wound that caused Ling Xuetang's "death".

He will always remember the wound.

How many times, he dreamed back at midnight and saw this chest, the wound on the chest was shocking, he wanted to reach out and touch it, but he would never be able to touch it.

His nose suddenly became sore again.

A thought came to my mind: it's great that you are still alive.