my princess boy

Seeing the dazed gaze, Ling Xuetang couldn't help but look up and look out the window.

There is a figure outside the window, standing there all the time, like a night owl catching prey in the dark night, holding his breath and holding his voice, watching the prey.

So he turned around again, and said coldly to Mu Xianyi: "Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

Mu Xianyi let the tears fall from his eyes, and with a stubborn look on his face, he continued to take off his last piece of clothing.

"Take off your own clothes, too."

Mu Xianyi's face was sullen, his gaze was elsewhere, and he stretched out his hand to take off the clothes that he changed not long ago one by one.

The night in August was already a bit cold, and Mu Xianyi seemed to feel the extreme cold. Under Ling Xuetang's gaze, his hairs stood on end, and his body trembled slightly.

But Ling Xuetang said: "What are you pretending to be a chaste woman? Get out of bed!"

Mu Xianyi felt ashamed all over his body, and he walked to the bedside with no hesitation. One foot seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't lift it up no matter what.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the action of climbing onto the bed was very strange. He seemed to have never done it before, and he didn't know whether to lift his feet first or put his hands on the bed first.

He made an awkward movement, and it took him a while to climb onto the bed.

Ling Xuetang also walked over, got on the bed, put her hands on the bed, and leaned over.

Mu Xianyi immediately closed his eyes.

Then, he felt a not-so-warm lip on his own.

His breathing became rapid, and even his heart was shaking.

He stretched out his hand, and as soon as it landed on the opponent's chest, he was grabbed. The fiery big hand held his hand tightly, not giving him a chance to resist.

The world was spinning, he was pushed down on the bed, and when he opened his eyes, it was Ling Xuetang's burning gaze.

In an instant, the light source in the entire room went out, and darkness engulfed the entire world.

"What are you pretending to be a chaste woman? Turn your back, I don't want to see you!"

Ling Xuetang's voice was indifferent.

Just as Mu Xianyi was about to turn around, in the darkness, a big hand suddenly clenched his hand.

He looked at him in surprise.

After adapting to the darkness, the man's face could be seen more clearly than when the lamp was turned on.

The fiery hand trembled a little, took his hand, slowly brought it to his lips, and kissed the back of his hand tenderly.

……

Early the next morning, Mu Xianyi put on plain clothes and white clothes, and was sent to Prince Yu's Mansion.

He has been to Prince Yu's Mansion before, but looking at everything in front of him, it is the first time that he feels that this wealthy family is so strange.

There was a coffin in front of the hall. Naturally, there was no body of Su Yubai in this coffin. After Su Yubai died, he was transported to Lin'an, where he was buried. Naturally, he would not appear in Daqi's capital.There should be Su Yubai's clothes in the coffin.

Su Zhonglin and Su Fengxuan sat on both sides respectively.Most of the Su family are in Lin'an, and only Su Zhonglin and Su Fengxuan are in Kyoto.In addition, there were some other people that Mu Xianyi didn't know. Seeing that they were dressed in gorgeous clothes and gloated on their faces, they must be from South Vietnam.

When he walked into the lobby, a guard stepped forward and pressed him in front of the coffin:

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing him kneeling down, Su Zhonglin was very satisfied. He got up and said to Su Yubai's tablet enshrined above: "Yubai, my good grandson, have you seen it? The prince of Daqi came to wear hemp and mourning for you, Kneel before your spirit to atone for your sins, your heroic spirit under the Nine Springs, rest in peace!"

There are still people whispering abuse at the side:

"Things without bones, if I were him, I would have been bumped to death a long time ago, and I knelt down to make atonement for the enemy."

"Don't say that, just look at how many nobles they are praying for, bowing their knees and flattering them in order to save their lives? They are not short of Mu Xianyi!"

"It can be seen that northerners are all boneless and heartless things!"

Mu Xianyi seemed to have never heard these words, and just knelt there, like a puppet, at the mercy of others.

Their funerals are probably unique to southerners. Anyway, Mu Xianyi doesn't know about these ceremonies, and he doesn't care. He does whatever the other party says. There is only one thought in his mind - I want to protect Yuzhang.

I don't know how long it has passed and how many ceremonies have been carried out. When the ceremony official said that the funeral was about to take place, Su Fengxuan came over and handed Su Yubai's tablet to him. With a mocking and smug smile on his face, he said:

"Mu Xianyi, just take Yubai's tablet and walk in the front, and lead the team to the outskirts of the city!"

Mu Xianyi was taken aback, and couldn't help but question: "I didn't say there was such a process before!"

This is clearly for him to go parading!It is to let the people in the whole capital see how their prince flatters the invaders!

"Oh? That means the Seventh Prince didn't tell you?" Su Fengxuan hooked his lips, "We told His Highness the Seventh Prince, it's too late for you to regret it now!"

Mu Xianyi stared at him, the blood all over his body was churning, he wished he could throw the tablet in front of him and kill them all with martial arts!Anyway, the chains on his hands and feet have been removed now, at worst, he will die, and he will be clean!

But, but, he can't!

His eighth younger brother, Mu Jingheng, is still in the death row, his parents-in-law are still alive, and many nobles in the palace of Daqi are still imprisoned. If he dies, they don't know what will happen.

not to mention……

"Why? Unconvinced?" Su Fengxuan had a displeased look on his face.

He took a deep breath, held the wooden tablet tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to crush him, and forced himself to look at the tablet: "No, since I promised, I won't break my promise!"

"Okay." Su Fengxuan smiled triumphantly, and said to the people below, "Come here, put him in sackcloth and filial piety!"

Then someone came over and put him in sackcloth and a filial hat on his head.

This was the third time in Mu Xianyi's life that he wore hemp and filial piety.

Once for Ling Xuetang, once for his father, and this is the third time.

The team set off quickly, from Prince Yu's Mansion, to the streets of the capital city, blowing and blowing, very lively.

The common people all went out to watch the fun. I don't know which family would dare to hold a funeral in such a ostentatious way under the strict management of the Southern Bandits.

But if you don't look at it, you don't know it. When you look at it, you are shocked - isn't the prince Mu Xianyi who is walking in the front?

Mu Xianyi used to be the princess of Jincheng, and later became the prince. This story is too legendary. His story is spread among the people. Many people have seen his portrait. Even if some people don't know, the Su family will reprimand him loudly and let them knew.So they began to discuss:

"Is it really the prince? He actually wears sackcloth and filial piety for the enemy, is he crazy?"

"Shameless! The prince of a country has done such a shameful thing, no wonder I am praying for death! Shame! Shame!"

"Shameless! To save my life, I have no shame for doing such a thing!"

"Spineless! If I were him, I would have killed myself and died for my country. He can do such a thing. He is really boneless!"

……

Holding the memorial tablet, Mu Xianyi didn't seem to hear the voices of these discussions, and just concentrated on walking on the road, as if he was completing some important task.

"He is still so serious about it, he is not reconciled at all!"

"That's right, it's better to die, kill him!"

"Snapped!"

Mu Xianyi had a headache, and felt a hard object hit his forehead hard. He subconsciously looked at the ground, and saw a stone fell on the ground. He didn't dare to look at the angry crowd, so he just lowered his head slightly. Go forward by yourself.

There was hot and humid liquid flowing down the cheeks from the forehead, and the pain followed it, flowing into Mu Xianyi's heart bit by bit.

"Kill him, kill him, and embarrass us Daqi!"

"That's right! Shame on us Daqi, embarrassment on the late emperor, smash him to death!"

"Smash him to death! Smash him to death!"

"Don't throw stones!" A guard yelled at them.

Thus, shoes, cabbage, and persimmons were all thrown at Mu Xianyi.

At this moment, the crowd suddenly became righteous and patriotic people. They lost their reason and their individual voices, and what was left was only the fanaticism of the group, maintaining their justice.

Mu Xianyi was thrown all over his clothes, and the plain linen clothes looked like a freshly packed Baijia clothes, colorful.

He laughed, held the tablet tightly, looked into the distance, and laughed.

I don't know what I'm laughing at.