This shadow guard is kinda nice

In the autumn of the 26th year of Chongde, King Xuan led the Xuanjia Army to defeat the Youxian King of the Xiongnu, Wuyan, the Youxian King, also died in battle, and the rest of the Huns retreated to the grassland.

In September of the same year, King Xiao Yichen of Xuan led his army back to Beijing. The flag with the Xuan character was unfurled in the wind. Tens of thousands of troops marched in order, and the people lined the road to welcome them. The grand occasion was unprecedented.

Half a month later, Prince Xuan's Mansion.

It was noon, and the air was filled with heat waves, and the ground was shadowed, and some broken gold was shaking.

Sitting in the gazebo was a man in a white brocade robe, reclining on the cushion, propping his head on one hand, his eyelids half closed, and he looked extremely lazy.

Standing beside him was a young man in a black outfit, with extremely stern eyebrows and a cold aura that made people dare not approach him easily.

"Mo Ran—" the reclining man called out in a hoarse voice.

"Master." The young man turned slightly sideways and lowered his head in response.

"Bring some plum soup."

Although the weather in September can't compare to the scorching heat of midsummer, but it happens to be at noon, and the sun is so fierce that people dare not underestimate it.

"Yes." Mo Ran responded, turned around and left the gazebo. The heat wave hit his face. He lowered his eyelids slightly, walked through the corridor, and was about to go to the kitchen, but Butler Wang came in a hurry.

Steward Wang didn't care to wipe the sweat left on his forehead, so he said, "Eunuch Fu from the palace is here."

Mo Ran's face was puzzled, as if he didn't hear clearly, "Who?"

Steward Wang took a breath, and said, "Eunuch Fu, the emperor is accompanying you."

Mo Ran's expression was cold, and he asked lightly: "How long have you been here?"

"Not long, just came."

"It is said that His Majesty wants the prince to enter the palace."

Mo Ran frowned slightly, what was the emperor thinking of letting his master enter the palace?Still obsessed with Xuanjia Army's soldier talisman?At the celebration banquet half a month ago, the emperor wanted the soldier talisman, but the master didn't give it to him.

Here we go again.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Ran said: "Go and get plum soup for the master, he is in Qinglian Waterside Pavilion."

"What about you?" Steward Wang asked subconsciously.

Mo Ran curled his lips, "I'm going to see Mr. Fu."

Eunuch Fu rolled up his sleeves. He was sitting on a chair, waiting for King Xuan's arrival.

I don't know what King Xuan is busy with, after such a long time, even the figure of the butler just now has disappeared.He was a little anxious waiting, and he had to go back to report to His Majesty.

Just when he was about to be unable to sit still, someone came from a distance, he put down the teacup in his hand, stood up abruptly, and greeted him.

When the person got closer, he realized that it was not King Xuan.

The visitor was tall and tall, tall and handsome in black clothes, it was Mo Ran.

He hid the disappointment on his face and put on his usual smile.

"Eunuch Fu." Mo Ran said softly with one hand behind his back.

Eunuch Fu responded, he did not give up and glanced behind Mo Ran from the corner of his eye, but there was still no one there.

He couldn't help saying: "Where is King Xuan?"

"The prince is still busy. If there is anything, Eunuch Fu can tell me. I will tell the prince later."

Eunuch Fu thought about it, King Xuan didn't know what he was busy with, as long as he could convey the meaning to him, there was no need to waste it all the time.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Then there is trouble."

"No problem."

"Your Majesty wants King Xuan to enter the palace, the sooner the better."

Mo Ran nodded, "Your Majesty wants the prince to enter the palace, but what's the matter?"

The expression on Mr. Fu's face didn't change at all, it was still the same smile, "Then our family doesn't know."

Hearing this, Mo Ran didn't say anything else. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Please excuse me for going this far, father-in-law."

Eunuch Fu followed him, and the two of them left the gate of Prince Xuan's mansion together.King Xuan's Mansion is located in the west of the city, it is not as lively as the center of Jinling City, the place is sparsely populated and it looks very quiet.

Before Fu Gonggong left, Mo Ran took out a few taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to him.

Mr. Fu refused twice, and finally took the silver and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Thank you...Young Master." Eunuch Fu paused for a moment, he looked up at Mo Ran, this young man had a handsome face, but he was a bit too indifferent.

King Xuan is also capable. He went to the frontier for four years and built a Xuanjia army that frightened the enemy on the battlefield. Now there is such a man by his side to serve him. No wonder His Majesty is so vigilant against King Xuan. He was deeply afraid that he would pose any threat to his throne.

Eunuch Fu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the Tian family's father-son relationship is like this.

"Eunuch Fu is being polite, let's go slowly."

Mo Ran's deep voice brought Eunuch Fu back to his senses, he nodded and said, "Prince Wangxuan came to the palace earlier, Your Majesty is waiting."

Mo Ran didn't answer, watching Eunuch Fu disappear around the corner, he sneered, turned and walked in.

The white porcelain bowl on the table was filled with plum soup again, it was bright red, and there were some shiny broken ice underneath, which was steaming.

Mo Ran stood still beside Xiao Yichen, bringing some heat, Xiao Yichen opened his eyes, and he said lazily: "Going away?"

"Yes, let's go."

"What did you say?"

When Xiao Yichen raised his hand slightly, Mo Ran leaned down and handed him the bowl of plum soup on the table.

"The emperor asked the master to enter the palace."

Xiao Yichen held the spoon and stirred it casually a couple of times, the plums were mixed with crushed ice, he smiled.

"Master, are you going?"

The spoon and the crushed ice made a clear and clear sound when they collided.

"Go, why not go."

Mo Ran leaned back against the pillar, crossing his arms, "Master, it's better to be careful, the emperor has been thinking about that soldier talisman."

Xiao Yichen was noncommittal, it wasn't a day or two since the emperor thought about it, since he came back to Jinling till now, as long as the soldier talisman is in his hand for a day, the emperor's heart will be restless.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yichen chuckled, put down the bowl, got up quite indifferently and said: "Let's go, let's go to the palace to have a look."

The two figures, one black and one white, quickly disappeared, and the bowl of plum soup on the table was no longer cold, and the crushed ice turned into water, floating bright red.