After the rebirth, the way the prince looks at me has changed

The moon is hanging high, and the light through it is sprinkled on the shore of Laibo Lake, and the sound of horseshoes can be heard in the quiet night.

Enduring the pain, Su Ziyu straddled the horse, the horse's back bumped, and the night wind was cool.He wrapped his cloak and coat tightly around Anyicheng's body, while he was shivering on the horse's back in a single shirt.

He wrapped his arm around An Yicheng's waist, fixed the unconscious man in his arms, and tightened the rein with the hand that had just been dislocated, and every time he exerted more force, the pain intensified.

Chen Moyun is really cruel, Su Ziyu thought, looking at the person in his arms distressedly.

An Yicheng's face was gentle. Under the moonlight, his skin was abnormally white and beautiful.

Ever since they came back to Lin Kingdom, they have never been tender again, the most serious master-servant relationship, Su Ziyu unknowingly stared at that confinement lips.

He whispered: "Your Highness?"

There was no response, and his arms around An Yicheng's waist were trembling nervously. Su Ziyu continued to stare at An Yicheng's lips, his eyes were hot, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he actually swallowed his saliva.

With courage, he lowered his head and lightly touched Anyicheng's lips, his heart was touched.

An Yicheng frowned, opened his eyes, saw that it was Su Ziyu, turned his head away, looked straight ahead, and happened to see the carriage parked in front of him.

Chen Moyun and Si Muqing were looking at the two of them.

"Ayun is not what you think, I'm not alone..." He panicked and struggled to leave Su Ziyu's arms, and the two of them fell to the ground unsteadily, Su Ziyu's back was on the ground, grinning in pain.

"Your Highness, are you... all right!" His voice trembled with pain, but the first thing he thought of was An Yicheng.

But An Yicheng looked at Chen Moyun bewilderedly, and he no longer had any place in his eyes.

Chen Moyun suddenly thought of himself, he used to be like Su Ziyu, falling in love with someone with all his heart, thinking about what he thought, loving what he loved, and thinking about what he missed, and in the end he was covered in bruises.

Si Muqing got out of the car and walked in the direction of the two of them, and Chen Moyun followed.

But he didn't even look at An Yicheng, he directly took Su Ziyu from Si Muqing's hand, and lifted him up.

Si Muqing could only help An Yicheng up.

"You should help His Highness." Su Ziyu kept looking behind her, but saw An Yicheng's disappointed eyes.

He has been by An Yicheng's side for so long, when has he ever seen their highness so lost.

Chen Moyun thought that he should sit in the front of the car and drive with Si Muqing, but Su Ziyu insisted on holding the door of the car and refused to enter because of his serious injury, and when he pulled him, he screamed in pain.

In addition, how could he be willing to let Si Muqing face this big devil alone, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and get into the carriage.

An Yicheng ignored him, lying on his back by the window, looking at the night outside, he seemed to be in a bad mood, occasionally looked at Chen Moyun, as if he had something to say, but couldn't say it.

The four of them arrived at the camp with their own concerns.

Chen Moyun hurriedly got out of the car as if relieved, and instead of going to the tent where Anyicheng lived, he went to the tent of four actors sent by Yao Kingdom.

Although An Yicheng was angry, he was seriously injured, and he wanted to boil the frog in warm water, slowly letting Chen Moyun indulge in his tenderness, so he let Chen Moyun go.

Three of the four players have fallen asleep, and one is sitting under the lamp, reading a book. He is sixteen or seventeen years old, seven or eight years younger than him.

Chen Moyun didn't have much impression of him, he was the most ordinary in appearance and talent among the four, and he was not eye-catching at all.

"Hello, Young Master Chen!" He put down the manuscript, his voice was gentle and melodious.

The voice sounded familiar, Chen Moyun thought about it, and asked, "I seem to have heard your voice before."

The young man smiled, "Perhaps the loudest and most strenuous cry you heard in Xiyan Pavilion is my masterpiece!"

Chen Moyun also admired how calm and composed he was when he said such words.

"It seems that An Yicheng likes you very much!" He sat down, picked up the book that the young man put on the table, glanced at it, then put the book down in a panic, his face flushed.

The boy's smile deepened, and his feet under the table slid across Chen Moyun's calf restlessly.

Chen Moyun was shocked, stood up, and looked coldly at the boy who was still laughing, as if he could chop off the boy's feet in the next second.

"You are so easy to be shy. If only An Yicheng could tease you so easily!" The boy sighed, and then turned to the book left by Chen Moyun, leaving Chen Moyun alone in the fog.

"He should be very teasing. Are you barking...or loudly?" Why did he continue to talk about this topic!

"He has never touched the four of us!" The young man sighed, "The nightly singing in the mansion is just to deceive people and create a false impression for Jiang Zeyou's informant hiding in the mansion. Naturally, it is also to trap the four of us. Let us cut off contact with the outside world."

Speaking of this, Chen Moyun also probably knew the identity of the person in front of him, and he could blatantly say this to himself, so who could it be if it wasn't Jiang Zeyou.

"Master Chen, my name is Mo Ying, and I'm your Majesty's informant just like you." Mo Ying stood up and bowed to him, feeling young and mature.

Chen Moyun also saluted him back.

"I'm different from you. From now on, you will do your thing, and I will do mine. They have nothing to do with each other!" After Chen Moyun said this, he went to bed and slept in Moying's bed.

Mo Ying was not surprised by Chen Moyun's words. After observing for the past few days, he had already seen that this person was not sincere to His Majesty.

A successful informant should do everything possible to please the enemy's favor and gain the enemy's trust, instead of challenging the enemy's bottom line again and again like Chen Moyun and trying to die again and again.

Mo Ying turned a few more pages and found it boring. He had all this knowledge in his heart, but it was useless. What a pity.

He took a sip of water, squeezed into Chen Moyun's side, grabbed the quilt and covered himself.

Chen Moyun frowned, and didn't bother to open his eyes. After all, this was Mo Ying's bed, and he was the one who snatched it first, so he was at a loss in the first place.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around his waist, Chen Moyun opened his eyes, facing a pair of clean and bright eyes.

Wu Nong's soft words sounded in my ears: "I have read so many books and learned so much knowledge, but I have never had the opportunity to use it. Why don't Master Chen take pity on me and fulfill my little wish. I can too!"

As he said that, he tore off Chen Moyun's belt, and Chen Moyun turned over and pressed him under him, pressing a gleaming dagger against Mo Ying's neck.

"Don't think that if you belong to Jiang Zeyou, I won't dare to kill you!" His eyes were filled with murderous intent, without any hint of a joke.

"Good brother, I was wrong, please forgive me this time!" He pulled up Chen Moyun's sleeve without fear of death, and shook it lightly. Every time he shook, the dagger moved closer to his neck.

is a cruel man.

Chen Moyun put away the dagger and got out of bed, Moying didn't lie down anymore, and sat up to see what he was going to do.

After searching the room for a while, he took two ropes and tied Mo Ying's hands and feet respectively.

"Good brother, you play more than Ah Ying!" He chuckled, smiling charmingly to Meng Lang, deliberately seductive.

Chen Moyun didn't bother to care about him, covered all the quilts on his body, and fell asleep without leaving a corner for him. Today is really too tired!

……

He thought that An Yicheng was injured so badly yesterday that he shouldn't be participating in today's martial arts hunting competition. Unexpectedly, An Yicheng sent someone to pick him up early in the morning to watch.

Chen Moyun looked at the sachet on his waist, and then at Mo Ying. The young man was pouring the porridge from the pot into a bowl, and he suddenly had a plan.

"Alas! What are you doing, this is the porridge I cooked!" Chen Moyun directly pushed Moying aside, poured the porridge already in the bowl back into the pot, and got into the carriage holding the pot.

Chen Moyun poured the medicinal powder from the sachet into the pot and shook it again.

When Anyicheng saw him walking over with the pot in his hands, he was a little surprised.

"Thank you Your Highness for saving your life yesterday, this is my first time cooking, I hope Your Highness will not dislike you!" He babbled nonsense in a serious manner, and when he put the pot on the table, he realized that he didn't bring any bowls and chopsticks.

"Su Ziyu, go get the bowls and chopsticks, they won't taste good when they're cold!" The joy in An Yicheng's eyes didn't seem fake, but to Chen Moyun it didn't matter at all.

Bows, arrows, and targets have been prepared on the school grounds. People of low status stand in a huge circle around the school grounds, while dignitaries and dignitaries sit on high platforms.

Su Ziyu filled the porridge and handed it to An Yicheng. He looked at Chen Moyun, then at An Yicheng, and said worriedly: "Your Highness, think twice!"

Chen Moyun directly snatched Anyicheng's spoon, smiled and sent it to his own mouth, "Your Highness, can you rest assured?"

Think twice, what A Yun did, even if it was poison, he had to swallow it.

"Su Ziyu, you're the only one who is troublesome, how could Ah Yun hurt me!" He smiled and drank a bowl of porridge with a look of endless aftertaste.

"Ayun, do you know what the lottery is? A sweaty white horse sent by Yao Kingdom. I heard that it is the descendant of Lin Luobai's mount. I will win it for you!"

Anyi Cheng determined to win, and walked to the middle of the school field.

Chen Moyun followed his figure to the railing, thoughtful, didn't his horse die a long time ago!

The first item of the competition is the competition of archery.

Although An Yicheng was injured, he wanted to use this contest to let Chen Moyun see his brilliance.

Everyone concentrated on the target and drew their bows and arrows to the full. There were ten arrows in total, and Anyi Cheng's arrow hit the bull's-eye with ease.

"Ayun, how about it!" He held up the arrow, like a child asking for praise.

"Your Highness is very powerful!" Chen Moyun said calmly, without emotion, if he met An Yicheng during the march and battle, it is estimated that his name as the invincible god of war would be taken by An Yicheng.

In the first event, An Yicheng won easily.

The second project, sword competition.

The person who fought against him turned out to be An Zexi. Lin Kingdom's group arena was not about ending, but life and death. Before Emperor Lin, there was an example of fighting for the throne in a group arena, but this method requires Emperor Lin's consent.

It turned out that the drug was prescribed for this purpose. It seems that An Zexi's assassination plan has already begun!

Chen Moyun looked at An Yicheng, if there were no accidents, he would die on the stage, Chen Moyun thought about it, and it was a pity.

He hasn't competed with Anyi Cheng in an upright manner yet.

Anyicheng saw that he was looking at him "worriedly", so he returned Chen Moyun with a big smile, Ayun was really kind to him today.

The two saluted each other, the slight smile in An Yicheng's eyes disappeared, and he looked at An Zexi coldly, following a sword coming, he suddenly leaned over to dodge, suddenly felt a burning sensation in his stomach, so painful that he took it The sword hand trembled slightly.

"You drug! No, you instigated Ah Yun to harm me!" He looked at the man on the stage.

Chen Moyun was holding on to the fence, bent over, trembling all over, looking extremely painful.

"How can you say the word abetment? It's not a day or two since your beauty wanted you to die!" An Zexi said and turned around and came over with a sword. An Yicheng knew to hide, but the pain made him hesitate step.

A sword cut his arm. "You want to earn the throne by fighting in the ring, but you also need the consent of your father. It is meaningless for you to do so!"

Another sword came, but Anyicheng managed to dodge it.

"When you die, this king will say that you asked for it in private, black and white, this king has already forged it! At that time, there will be no proof of death..." An Zexi smiled charmingly, no longer showing mercy.

"Is this poison... lethal?" His waist and arms were scratched, and An Zexi seemed not to want him to die happily.

"Naturally, if there is no antidote within three hours, you will definitely die!"

While they were beating and talking, An Yicheng's body gradually had more wounds, which made Su Ziyu very anxious.

"Good brother, don't be reincarnated in the royal family in your next life, your beauty will take care of you!" He deliberately aroused An Yicheng's anger.

The more excited the emotion, the faster the toxin spreads.

An Zexi looked at his heart, and pierced it with a sword.