Quick Wear: Pampering Your Lover

Lu Xingzheng had already collected evidence and sent it to Mingzhen. This reply letter informed him that the relief supplies were on the way. He calculated that they would arrive in about three or four days.

His men have infiltrated Yanbei and Hengdan. When the time comes, he only needs to open the city gates in advance and welcome them in, and the people will be saved.

"Send someone to pick them up as quickly as possible."

Only a few people sneaked into the two cities, and most of his men were outside the city. Some of them were clearing the way to make it easier for the grain carts to be transported, and the others were waiting for support.

"Yes." The guard wearing armor and masking his face behind him lowered his head and answered.

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Northern suburbs, Luoxiaping.

This was the place Mingzhen often came to when he was young. It could be considered the royal horse farm. It was spacious and bright. Even in winter, when the grass and trees had withered, there were still many evergreen trees, making this place look like early spring.

When the sun sets, you can clearly see the shape of the sunset from here, and the grass and trees will be covered with a layer of orange-red gauze, which is beautiful.

With her unremitting efforts every day, her relationship with the Third Prince has indeed become much closer. Although he is still pretending to be stupid, he no longer has that sense of alienation and vigilance.

Today she brought the third prince here.

"Third cousin, do you like it here?"

"I like it, I like it, flying a kite!"

"Instead of flying a kite today, how about taking my third cousin horseback riding?"

"Okay! Ride! Ride!"

This person is pretending to be stupider than a fool. Mingzhen suddenly felt fortunate that the Third Prince did not play the role of a drooling fool.

She changed her clothes with her people, led out her favorite Arabian horse named "Zhaoying", and walked out.

Mingzhen hadn't seen his baby Zhaoying for a long time, so he touched its head carefully. Zhaoying was also very human-like, as if he recognized Mingzhen, and rubbed Mingzhen's palm affectionately.

After reminiscing about the past with Zhaoying, Mingzhen mounted his horse directly, pulled the third prince behind him, and forced his arms to wrap around his waist.

Although Mingzhen was bold, she was cautious when playing. Moreover, there was someone following her. She squeezed the horse's belly, carefully rode the horse for two circles, and then slowly whipped the whip and trotted away.

She tied her black hair up high, wore short-sleeved narrow trousers and small leather boots, and tied leather arm guards and waist guards. Looking at the tall white horse, she looked heroic and valiant, and it really looked like that.

The weather was cold, and after running two laps, his body was getting hot. Ming Zhen curled his lips, feeling the two pieces of cloth being pulled around his waist, as if he could sense Ming Shiyuan's gnashing of teeth.

She deliberately leaned back, and when she noticed the momentary tense of his chest muscles, she spoke in a voice that the two of them could hear: "Third cousin, I know you are not stupid."

But Ming Shiyuan didn't show any emotion at all, and he hugged Mingzhen's waist and begged pitifully, "Pretty brother, can you go slower? A Yuan is afraid..."

The cold wind blew on their cheeks, Mingzhen laughed out loud, and a white mist came out from his lips, which was quickly blown away.

"Third cousin, to be honest, you really are pretending. Do you know how hard it is for me to hold back my laughter on weekdays?"

Because Ming Shiyuan had been pretending to be stupid for more than ten years, there were not even any secret guards around to monitor or protect the prince.

She still had doubts in the palace, but now that she is out of the palace, she has become somewhat unscrupulous.

The arms around his waist tightened almost instantly. Mingzhen coughed and stopped teasing him. He freed one hand and patted his muscular arms, "Hold on tighter."

She rode her horse into the woods and stopped by a pool of water.

This pond was also a place Mingzhen often visited. There was a pavilion next to it. The two men dismounted, and Mingzhen pulled him to sit in the pavilion. Ming Shiyuan was unspeakably obedient, his dark eyes staring at her all the time.

Mingzhen was not afraid and met his gaze.

To be fair, although my third cousin's face is always covered with a few dirty marks in the palace, it is very handsome.

Perhaps because he often runs under the scorching sun, his skin is darker than other young men in the capital. His body is agile and strong, but he has a pair of almond-shaped eyes like obsidian that are full of innocence and purity, and he is somewhat similar to Mingzhen.

Mingzhen subconsciously took out a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe the dirt off his face, and said with a smile: "Third cousin, are you sure you want to continue acting? Well, just treat it as my own monologue. I know a few people who are good officials, such as Cui Yu, Peng Tongyi, Song Qian..."

These people were all ministers who followed Ming Shiyuan.

Before she could finish her words, the man in front of her pressed her against the wooden pillar in the pavilion and strangled her neck. "What do you know? Who sent you here?"

His eyes darkened instantly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his breath was full of sinisterness.

Mingzhen shrank back at the coldness of his hand and subconsciously frowned, "It's cold."

Ming Shiyuan subconsciously withdrew his hand, a look of regret flashing across his face. After reacting, he could only move a little further away from Ming Zhen, his tone still threatening, "Speak."

Mingzhen threw the handkerchief in his hand away without panic and said softly, "Third cousin, I'm here to make a deal with you."

"What deal?" Ming Shiyuan asked calmly, his eyes still fixed on the exposed part of her neck.

Her skin was so slender and fair that you could see the blood vessels beneath her skin. Maybe it was because she was raised too delicately, but even though he had restrained his strength when he pinched her just now, a red mark was still left.

Mingzhen noticed his gaze and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

The Third Prince is not thinking about whether to spare his life or kill him, right?

So cruel.

It was a pity that she always brought her favorite cakes every time she went to see him, but all those cakes were wasted.

Mingzhen didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "I want to help you get to that position."

Ming Shiyuan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ming Zhen sharply, with confusion and vigilance in his eyes.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Ming Shiyuan frowned. "Why would a playboy like you, who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, help me?"

Although he didn't know why he knew those people were his people, he still didn't quite trust his cousin.

If this was King Huai's idea, it would be even more impossible. Everyone knows that King Huai admires his brother, the emperor, very much, and his temperament is not competitive. He would definitely not go against the emperor's ideas.

He knew that he was just a child born to a lowly palace maid, and his status as a prince did not give him any privileges, and he never asked for these so-called family affections.

Although Mingzhen's sudden approach shook him and warmed his heart, it could not dispel his doubts.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

She must have some purpose in approaching me.

Is there anything about him that is worthy of Mingzhen, the precious prince, to be concerned about?

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