[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Liuli King's bedroom.

"What will the Lord show me?" Murongli stood in the bedroom and looked around, curious.

Zidui lowered his head slightly, paused, turned around and walked into the room, and came out with a box in his hand.He looked at the eye box with nostalgia, and put it on the table, "These are all things that Ziyu gave to this king."

As he said that, Zidui opened the box, which contained many strange gadgets and several letters.

Murongli stood quietly at the side, listening carefully without saying a word.

Zidui picked up a palm-sized bag, "This is what Ziyu brought me to relieve my boredom when I was sick and couldn't go out when I was nine years old. Ziyu... is actually a very considerate child. Father also likes him A little more, if it wasn't for this...Ziyu wouldn't have gone to Zhongyuan..."

"I see." Murong Li nodded knowingly.

Zi Dui was slightly surprised, then felt that he had made a fuss, and said with a smile, "Murong's thoughts are really exquisite."

"Ziyu was favored by the former king, but the throne belongs to the lord, which inevitably leads people to speculate." Murongli said indifferently, "It's just that what others see is just a superficial appearance, but the lord should understand that the so-called heaven will send a great mission to the people, it must be Grind your body first and sharpen your aspirations, the king and Ziyu are both the sons of the former king, how can the former king not be indifferent? It's just that the former king chose the king, so he will send more love to Ziyu."

"Murong is really understanding." Zi Dui smiled reassuringly.

Murongli nodded slightly, then sighed again, "The late king probably didn't expect that his actions would be taken advantage of by someone with a heart."

"That's right..." Zidui sighed, "Liuli is no better than Zhongyuan, and the rule of hereditary succession to the throne is not so strict. My uncle relies on a man, and seeing that Ziyu is young, he thinks he can be used as a puppet to control Liuli, even Instead, those rumors were born."

"So you sent him away?"

Zidui was startled, his face froze, he tightly clenched his hand, and said with a wry smile, "Yes, it's this king, and this king sent him away with his own hands."

"Does he know?" Murong Li asked.

Zitui smiled lonely and shook his head, "Ziyu is pure in heart and never gets involved in the turmoil of the court, and this king does not want him to be involved in it. There are disputes among the countries in the Western Regions, how dare this king send him to those countries?" The country, Tianquan and my ancestors have a treaty of diplomatic relations, and have had business relations for many years, so this king sent him there on the grounds of watching his politics and studying his writings."

Murong Li was also silent.

"The king knows that he doesn't want to go," Zidui put down the gun, picked up the jug on the table, poured himself a cup of wine, drank it in one gulp, and said with a sullen expression, "He ran away the day before yesterday, and escaped." He was arrested by the king again, and he told the king that he couldn't bear to go home and didn't want to go, but the king also knew that he had never left Liuli, never left the house...but the king even reprimanded him..." As if caught up in the scene of that day again, Zi Dui sighed deeply, "I have heard about Zhiming early in the morning. The king of Tianquan neglects state affairs and does not like war, but he is easy-going. Although Zhongyuan is chaotic, the kingdom of Tianquan has natural dangers. Since Ming has no intention of competing, he thinks it will be a place of peace for the time being. This king thinks about a few years at the most, and when he is full-fledged and cleans up Dantu and Zhai Ling, he will be brought back, and this king will admit his mistakes to him. He is not patriotic. , this king can rely on him, he loves to play, and this king can also protect him for the rest of his life, but..."

But... how could he have imagined that the place he thought was the safest place became his no-going place, he thought he would have a lot of time to make up for him, but what was waiting was yin and yang, what was looking forward to was regret lifelong.

"He was fine when he left. He was playing around with his servants and was very lively. When he came back...Murong," Zidui said in a daze. It's like sleeping in the king's arms when he was a child, but his body is full of wounds. The king knows that swords have no eyes on the battlefield, but how much hatred do they have to torture him like that?"

Those knife marks, one after another, were harshly engraved on the body of his brother who was connected by blood, and pierced his heart fiercely one after another.

Zidui closed his eyes in pain. In the end, his elder brother gave him nothing but a generous burial. Even the last side of the two of them, he was still angry with him...

Murong Li lowered his eyes, his pupils were hidden under his eyelashes, he paused and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Zidui shook his head slowly, "I am the one who is wrong."

Murongli looked at Zidui with a complicated expression, Zidui just laughed at himself, "I should hate myself." He picked up the wine cup and simply took a sip from the wine pot, his eyes darkened, "This king didn't protect him well. Hmph, this king just took his anger out on you."

Murong Li lowered his eyes and said after a short pause, "He came to save me after all, but I..."

"He didn't come to save you." Zi Dui suddenly smiled.

Murong Li was stunned.

"He went for Zhiming." Zidui shook the jug, "Hmph, if that man says a word, he will even die."

Murongli has been standing with his hands behind his back, and the fingers clasped behind his back are unconsciously clenched. Although he had a premonition in the past, this is the first time someone has pointed it out.

"you know?"

Zidui nodded, and looked sideways at Murongli, "If you can ask such a question, Murong must already know."

Murong Li was stunned, for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Zidui put down the jug, took the box again, took out the letters inside, flipped through the letters, "What a boy, he wrote to the king not long after he went to Tianquan, saying that Zhiming was not as good as him, and that he didn't like Zhongyuan. People in Zhongyuan are very cunning..." Seemingly remembering the man's fresh smile, Zidui murmured to himself, "But slowly... slowly it's different..." The speaker looked at the letter Suddenly, his eyes darkened, "In every letter here, the word 'Zhiming' appeared more and more. Although Ziyu said every word and every word that he regarded Zhiming as his elder brother, what did he think he was?" , only he himself understands."

Murong Li frowned and closed his eyes, his mood surged for a moment, and he couldn't help coughing.

Zidui was stunned, and hurriedly got up to support Murongli, pulled him to sit on the stool, patted his back and sighed heavily, "I thought that my younger brother, a fool, was enough in the world, but I didn't expect you to be like this." stupid."

Murong Li panted, "I'm not stupid..."

"Then you think I'm a fool?" Zidui said unconvinced, "You can escape from Liuli, why don't you go? When I was trapped in Zhai Ling, if I died, no one would hinder you from returning to Zhongyuan. Why did you come to save this king? If it wasn't for saving this king, you wouldn't..."

"My lord!" Murongli suddenly raised his voice, "Didn't we say something first, so we won't mention it again?"

Zidui smiled coldly, looking into those arrogant clear pupils for a moment, "Isn't Lord Murong not even afraid of death?"

Murongli sighed softly, then snorted suddenly, "Who said I'm not afraid anymore, I... am very scared."

Zidui was surprised, it's not surprising that he was afraid of death, but it always felt awkward to say this from the mouth of the person in front of him. This person said that he was afraid of death, but what did he do that was afraid of death?Zidui smiled disapprovingly, only as a joke.

The person in front of him was sitting quietly at the table with his head down, Zidui couldn't bear to see him, so he couldn't help lowering his voice, and said softly, "Sometimes this king is really puzzled, Murong sacrificed so much, what is he trying to do? "

Murongli looked at Zidui quietly, thought for a while, and finally decided to tell the words he had kept in his heart for a long time. He got up and tidied up his clothes, bowed deeply to Zidui, and said in a slow voice, "I will do this, but I just hope the king can do it." Forgive Zhiming."

Seeing that Zi Dui was silent, Murong Li paused before explaining, "Zhi Ming...Although he didn't mention it again, I know he always felt that Zi Yu's death was caused by him, and I don't want to see him die forever. Live in guilt and remorse." Murongli looked at Zidui, and the proud Qingtong pleaded for the first time, "Ziyu will never come back, the king is the closest person to Ziyu, Only your understanding can make Zhi Ming truly relieved."

Zidui was stunned for a long while, but he couldn't believe it was such an answer.How can he believe that the person in front of him is living in another country, wandering in a foreign country, and suffering all kinds of sufferings, but he just asks for his forgiveness for another person?How dare you believe it?The Murongli in the rumors, the Murongli he knew, shouldn't be such a subdued person in front of him, heh... isn't he a person who is like an exile from the Nine Heavens?

"Is it worth it?" Zidui looked at Murongli, his voice trembling slightly in disbelief.

Murong parted farewell, and smiled lightly, "There are some things that are worth talking about."

Zidui forced a smile, feeling a little uncomfortable from the alcohol, he sat down propping up the table and rubbed his forehead.

I have done everything that needs to be done, and said what I can say, Murongli looked at Zidui, and said softly, "It's late at night, the king should rest earlier. Murongli is resigning."

Murongli turned around and walked to the door, suddenly felt the cold air hit his face, subconsciously tightened the fox fur on his body.Zidui's voice came from behind him again, "Zhiming really regrets Ziyu?"

Murongli paused, glanced at the deep sky where the snow was flying, and smiled lonely, "Zhi Ming... the only time he was separated from me in this life was because of Ziyu's death."

The north wind carried ice and snow into the house, Zi Dui looked at the empty palace door for a long time, and then murmured, "You are here to pay his debts."

In Yaoguang Wangcheng, the streets and alleys are crowded with people, and the people are happy and happy. Due to the trade and exchange, the population in the city is increasing day by day, and it has been expanded once last year.

Zhi Ming and Fang Ye came back from the city tower, and said with a smile, "Before, I was worried that the junction of the old and new city walls might become the weak point of the royal city. Seeing you today, I finally feel at ease."

Fang Ye also smiled and said, "It is His Majesty's craftsmen with unique ingenuity that made this masterpiece possible."

Regarding Fang Ye's compliment, Zhi Ming just smiled lightly, "I only know that Tianshu craftsmen are good at carpentry, but they are also good at fortification."

"Your Majesty, don't worry, Fang Ye thanked His Majesty on behalf of the people in the city."

Zhi Ming shook his head, looked at the sky, "If it's for him, it's naturally the best."

Fang Ye understood who this "he" was referring to, he couldn't help but sighed, and saw that the sky was starting to snow again, so he proposed to return to the palace earlier.

Zhi Ming smiled lightly, "Go back first."

Fang Ye opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't speak to dissuade him.It has become a routine, for the past three years, every year on this day Zhiming has to go out for a walk by himself, and only returns to the palace after the end of the day.

Zhi Ming walked alone along the main road in the city, walking very slowly along the way, and it was really too crowded to walk fast.Some hawkers have replaced their old ones with new looks, and some are still setting up stalls.

"Hey! Young Master, you are here again!" The hairpin seller greeted Zhi Ming with a smile, and now he is also an adult with a crown.

Zhi Ming smiled, "You recognize me?"

"My lord, you are joking!" The hawker's stall has now expanded, and a few tables and stools have been added in a row, specially for customers who want to learn how to carve hairpins by themselves.He took off the towel and dusted the stool, looking like a waiter in the shop, he greeted, "Sir, sit here, you come here at this time every year, and it's been three years, how can you not remember?"

It's been three years... Zhiming sighed in his heart, and asked with a smile, "I practiced at home for another year, and I think everything else is fine, except that the hair is not easy to carve out."

"My lord is still learning... I hurt my hand two years ago." The peddler looked at Zhi Ming's hand, which seemed to have a new injury. hurt?"

Zhi Ming smiled nonchalantly, "Didn't you say that the carving skill can be accomplished overnight?"

The peddler didn't expect that such a handsome young man would take his words to heart, as if he had become his disciple, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed, scratching the back of his head, "That's the most difficult thing that young master must learn, this The hardest part of wood art is carving human figures."

Zhi Ming smiled slightly, and took out a brocade-wrapped thing from his sleeve, and when he opened it, he found a piece of wood that had been more than half carved, "Please show me how to carve this hair, his hair is thin and soft, and the breeze Once it is over, it is lifted like flying catkins, and when the hairpin is removed and the crown is dropped, it will pour down like a waterfall."

"Yo, that's such an outstanding beauty!" The peddler took a look at the wood carefully, and was immediately amazed, "This...this...isn't that young master?"

Isn't she just an outstanding beauty?The peddler still remembers the young man who was unparalleled in appearance, noble and flawless in appearance, and he remembered that he would make a mistake that day and make a hairpin for the two of them on his own initiative. Xinxin, I remember that when the boy in black put on the hairpin for the little boy, the little boy smiled gracefully, with gentle eyes, envious of others.

Seeing that the peddler couldn't recover for a long time, Zhiming frowned and said, "But what's wrong?"

The peddler shook his head, and it took him a long time to tie his tongue and said, "No...how come, the young master is really a genius, the eyebrows, the nose and lips, just like the little young master." The peddler looked at the portrait carefully, repeatedly Exclaimed, "It's not only similar in shape, but also in spirit. I'm not boasting. We have to learn to remember people's appearance from the beginning of our apprenticeship. The ancestor said that a person's appearance should be engraved in the heart. The more resemblance the carving is. From my point of view, the young master is probably imprinted in the bottom of his heart by the appearance of that little young master."

Zhi Ming was taken aback, looked at the wood, and lowered his eyes.

"My lord? What's wrong with you, my lord?" The peddler saw that he was in a bad mood at first, and suddenly realized that he might have said something that shouldn't be said, and thought that if he annoyed the guests, the gain would not be worth the loss. He couldn't help biting his tongue secretly, and said apologetically, "My lord I'm stupid, if I say something that offends the young master, please don't remember the villain's mistakes."

Seeing his aggrieved face, Zhi Ming smiled and said, "Where the hell, I... just miss him."

I see!The peddler breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't be happier. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen that fairy-like young man again since that year. Every time he only saw this young man in black clothes coming alone, among the crowd of twos and threes, He seemed more and more lonely, although he always smiled at him, but his face was lonely, and he was no longer like that day, with a smile like spring.

"Did that young master go on a long journey?" The peddler asked with concern as he sat beside Zhi Ming with a carving knife.

Zhi Ming picked up the carving knife, looked at the hair of the portrait on the hawker stall, and nodded.

The peddler sighed, sure enough, he couldn't help asking, "Then...will you come back?"

He saw with his own eyes that this young master misses that little young master so much, if he couldn't come back, it would be no wonder that this young master would die of grief!

Zhi Ming paused his hand just as he was about to slash his knife, and his eyes sank for a moment, "He...it's time to come back."

"That's good." The peddler heaved a sigh of relief again. Although they have been separated for so many years, it would be nice if they could meet again. They are the best at reading people in this business. His eyes are affectionate, he must also like the young man in black in front of him very much.

There are still so many people in the "Yingke Building", the storyteller is getting old, and he only talks once a year, and it is always regarded as the finale by the shopkeeper.After finishing the book, it was still the usual practice to set off lanterns. Zhi Ming watched the lanterns all over the city fly away, and the familiar three words were still indispensable on the lanterns.

"A Li, the people are looking forward to your return."

The lights flicker in the sky, I don't know if it can float to the side of that person at the farthest.

"A Li, I miss you."

"His Majesty!"

Suddenly disturbed, Zhi Ming turned around and saw that it was Fang Ye with Mo Lan at his side, and said calmly, "Is there something wrong?"

If nothing happens, they will never come to disturb you.

Fang Ye glanced at Mo Lan, and Mo Lan presented a booklet with both hands, seeing the title page as a book of the state, "Your Majesty, this is the book of the Yueshu Kingdom. The little prince of the Yueshu Kingdom entered the imperial capital seven days ago, and Prime Minister Lu has arranged He lives in the palace."

"Where do you live?"

"Zhuyuntai." Mo Lan said.

Zhi Ming raised his eyebrows, and just said lightly, "Stay as long as you live, don't let him go to find Youtai."

"Yes." Mo Lan said after a pause, "Sun Yan has sent people to guard there, and no one else can get in."

Before Yueshu borrowed troops from Tianquan, the courtiers thought about it, and felt that even if Tianquan just stood behind Yueshu, he would be able to scare Guiqiu into trembling, so it is not impossible to send troops.Zhiming thought that Yueshu had contributed to donating medicines, so it's okay to do something that is a little bit of effort, besides, it's Yueshu...

Tianquan wrote a letter of state, only saying that it is possible to send troops, but the prince must enter Tianquan as a pledge.

I didn't expect that the Yueshu King really didn't even think about it, and immediately agreed. It's only been a few days, and even the people have been sent.

Zhiming smiled coldly in his heart, and secretly cursed the faint king.

"Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from the border town that Guiqiu has withdrawn its troops."

Zidui raised his eyebrows slightly, "Present it."

"Yes." The soldier raised his hands over his head and presented the report respectfully.

Zidui opened the memorial and asked, "Has Tianquan sent troops?"

The soldier smiled and said, "Your Majesty is wise, as soon as the Tianquan army arrived, Guiqiu withdrew its troops."

"Hmph, they are aware of current affairs, huh?" Zi Dui suddenly smiled, "Yue Shu sent the prince to the imperial capital as a hostage?"

"Yes, I heard that it is required by the right of heaven, otherwise there will be no troops," the soldier replied, "This is also normal, isn't it the same for borrowing troops between two countries?"

The strength is equal, fearing that the other party will take advantage of it, of course it will be so, but Tianquan now dominates Zhongyuan, and there is only Yaoguang behind him who will not compete with him at all, why does Zhiming have to want someone else's prince?

"As far as I know, King Yueshu succeeded to the throne the year before last, and he has no heirs. Where did the prince come from to give Tianquan?"

"What's the matter?" the soldier didn't take it seriously, "Prince Yueshu has no son, but his father has one. I heard that he sent him to the prince."

"Hmph, it's a good thing he did it so simply." Zi Dui said contemptuously, and suddenly remembered Zi Yu, and couldn't help laughing at himself that he was laughing at himself.

Xiao Bing didn't know what Zidui was thinking, and echoed, "Isn't it? Then King Yueshu took the opportunity to secure his position."

Zidui was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, "Could it be that he sent a jade kite?"

"That's right, so many princes don't send it away, but send the youngest one instead," even Xiao Bing said contemptuously, "The entire Western Regions know that the former king of Yueshu loved Prince Yuyuan the most, and his brother's seat is not clear. , now take the opportunity to send my younger brother out, clearly because I am afraid that Yuyuan will seize his throne once she is full of wings!"

Zidui's expression froze, and he said in a deep voice, "You must not talk about the internal affairs of other countries."

Xiao Bing stopped talking, but he still despised King Yueshu in his heart, he bowed and saluted, and was about to leave.

"Wait," Zidui called him.

Xiaobing paused, and looked at Zidui suspiciously.

Zidui thought for a while, then sighed helplessly, "Forget it, let's go down."

The little soldier saluted slightly, and retreated with a pool of mist on his head.

Zi Dui sighed lightly, he originally wanted to say that Murongli should not let Murongli know about this matter, but thinking about that person's intelligence, he felt that it was superfluous for him to do so.

"Murong is really in a good mood, why don't you call me the king after drinking?" A hearty laugh came from behind the corridor.

Murongli was enjoying the snow and drinking wine on the porch while he was warming the fire. When he saw Zidui coming, he said politely, "My lord, please sit down."

Zidui poured himself a glass of wine unceremoniously, then shook the wine jug, sensing that the wine in the jug was mostly empty, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You already know?"

Murongli looked at the white snow in the courtyard pressing down on the dead branches, and said with a light smile, "It's hard not to know about such a big event as Tianquan sending troops."

"You've been in the Western Regions for so long, you should know about Yuyuan, right?"

"The appearance is better than the snow, the world is refined, and the sound of the flute can make the geese from the nine heavens cry, like the son of a god falling into the dust." After Murong Li finished speaking, he smiled faintly.

Zi Dui suddenly felt that the person in front of him was very cute, so he chuckled, "Why does this king think that Murong is talking about himself?"

Murong Li glanced at him indifferently, and poured himself another glass of wine.

Zidui looked at him with a half-smile, and suddenly said, "According to the time, he should have reached Tianquan."

Murong Li drank a glass of wine, but did not answer.

Zidui looked at the drop of wine splashed on the table, frowned slightly, and finally stopped smiling, "It's clear that King Yueshu's intentions are revealed!"

Murongli nodded, "The battle for the throne even ignores siblings..."

"You know that's not what this king is talking about." Zidui raised his hand and stared at Murongli.

Murongli sighed softly, looking at Zidui helplessly, "Zhiming will definitely not do what he wants."

Zidui nodded, convinced, "Murong really has deep affection for him."

Murong Li didn't bother to talk to him, and decided to think about it for himself.

Zidui just kept looking at him like this, both of them had their own thoughts and didn't speak.

After a long time, the jug was empty, Murongli put down the jug, looked up and looked around, and called, "Come here, have another jug."

Although his demeanor was not in the slightest, Zidui could see that his eyes were misty, that he was... drunk?He picked up the glass of wine he poured just now, took a sip, and when the tip of his tongue touched the wine, it was extremely spicy!

This man actually drank such strong wine calmly!

The palace man happened to bring up the jug, and Zidui immediately yelled, "Go down! Have you forgotten what the medical officer said? How can he let his temper do what he wants?"

The palace servants kept apologizing and retreated.

Murong Li was stunned by the yelling, and seeing the palace servants leave, he said dissatisfiedly to Zidui, "Why can't you drink?"

"You're drunk." Zi Dui tried to persuade him.

"I don't." Murong Li sat up straight, tilted his head proudly, and ignored Zi Dui, but he couldn't tell from his appearance at all, he just felt very arrogant.

Zidui propped his elbows on the table and put his forehead on his forehead, so drunk that he was so proud, he really convinced him.

"Obviously I'm jealous, why don't you admit it, you Zhongyuan people are really not frank." Zidui muttered.

When Murongli heard this, his complexion sank instantly, "I'm not jealous, this matter is not worth being jealous, Zhi Ming wouldn't like him."

"Then why do you drink so much wine? I've never seen you like this before."

Murong Li supported his paw with one hand, traced the edge of the wine cup with his fingers, and murmured, "I miss him."

Zi Dui paused slightly, his eyes darkened.

Murong Li didn't know it, looked at the wine cup, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I've survived for three years, but recently I miss him more and more..."

Zidui frowned and looked at Murongli for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart for a long time, "He... humiliated you in such a way... and sent you here under such circumstances, why did you still send me here?" ..."

The drunk man tilted his head and looked at Zidui in puzzlement. After a long pause, he finally understood what Zidui was referring to, and he didn't know if it was because of his drunkenness. Will it be humiliation? He will not humiliate me... I gave him the marriage certificate."

"Marriage letter?" Zidui was completely shocked, "What marriage letter?"

Murongli looked at Zidui amusedly, "The marriage certificate is the deed of marriage, don't you Liuli need a marriage certificate to get married?"

"Get married... when?" Zi Dui looked at Murongli in a daze, they were married!

Murongli looked at the face in front of him that was suddenly far away and near, and chuckled, "It was the night I left Tianquan."

Zidui was speechless, from shock to silence, he quietly listened to the chatter of the person seated opposite him.

"So I came here by myself. He chased me for a long time and asked me to go back with him..." Before me was the face of that man from that day again, and the pain in those eyes, bit by bit, like poisonous wine Corroded his heart, destined to make him unforgettable in this life.Murong Li closed his eyes, but he couldn't let it go, his vague tone was tinged with grievance, "But I can't go back with him...I...I really want to go with him..."

"Murong..." Zidui looked at him.

Hearing this, Murongli tilted his head and looked at Zidui, "Didn't you ask me if I was afraid that you would kill me?" Murongli snorted softly, "I wasn't afraid at first, but after I had him, I became afraid. I'm afraid that if I die, he will be sad, it's not easy to be the king of a country, I... I promised to be with him."

Zidui asked in a low voice, "You...are you so in love with him?"

Murong Li smiled softly, and said infatuatedly, "Yes, I am in love with him, I like him, huh...I didn't tell him that I like him...I like him...I have liked him for a long time... When we meet, I must tell him... I like him."

Zidui finally stopped talking, for three years, he had never seen Murongli smile sincerely, for three years, only tonight, he smiled.

It turned out that he was so pretty when he smiled, and for a person who was obviously so cold, his smile was as warm as the warm morning light in March, it was really the morning light at dawn.But when he laughed, he read that person's name, those clear pupils seemed to have passed through the vast desert, and saw the emperor in the majestic palace.

"Zhiming... Zhiming... I like you..."

Murong Li swayed with his forehead supported, his eyes were lightly closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.He was really drunk, his hands softened, his head seemed to fall to one side, Zidui quickly raised his hand to support his head, staring blankly at the person in front of him who had already fallen asleep.Flying snow walked through the corridor, and two crystals stopped in his hair.Zidui got up carefully and brushed the snow off his hair, carried him to the bed in the house, tucked the quilt for him, ordered someone to bring the stove in, and opened the window to let in the wind.

He looked at the sleeping man in front of him, took out a letter of credence from his arms, and placed it gently beside Murongli's pillow, "Don't be sad, he will come to pick you up soon."

"Bastard!"

Mo Lan glanced at the memorial that was thrown on the ground, leaned over to pick it up, but dared not put it back.Since Murong Li left, Zhi Ming has almost never lost his temper. He has everything in mind, so people can't see the clues. It must be something said in the brochure that made him unable to bear it anymore.

"Your Majesty, did you get stuck in bringing A Li back?" Mo Lan tentatively asked, except for A Li, Mo Lan couldn't think of anything else that could make Zhi Ming angry.

Zhi Ming snorted coldly, walked quickly to Mo Lan, snatched the folder, and threw it into the charcoal fire, "I don't know what is blocked."

Mo Lan looked at the stove that had started to emit black smoke, and said with a smile, "Yes, the carbon is not good today, and the smoke and dust are very heavy. Your Majesty, let's go out for a stroll. I have asked someone to come and change it."

"You can go with the widow, and just tell Ah Hua about these things."

Come out to breathe, the mood is indeed much clearer.

"Have Xunyou Terrace and Xiangxu Terrace been arranged?" Zhi Ming asked.

"It's all arranged properly," Mo Lan said with a smile.

Zhiming nodded, then suddenly said, "Ah Li doesn't like things that are too gaudy, except for red, other colors should be lighter."

"Yes, rest assured, Your Majesty." Mo Lan shook her head helplessly.

Zhi Ming paused, "I'd better go and see for myself."

Zhi Ming left as soon as he said he would, but Mo Lan sighed lightly and had no choice but to follow.

Turning around the Liushang Pavilion, bypassing the Luanfeng Terrace, a burst of clear flute sounds went straight to the sky, like weeping and complaining, mellow and moving.

Mo Lan couldn't help sighing, "This Xiao..."

The people beside him have already hurriedly followed the sound of the flute.

"Your Majesty!" Seeing this, Mo Lan hurriedly followed.

But Zhiming didn't care about it, he only focused on the sound of the flute, and when he walked around the forest gardens, he saw a tall man standing in the garden, wearing a jade-colored robe and a water-red cloak, with his hair hanging behind him , not yet wearing a crown, about fifteen or sixteen years old, closing his eyes and reciting a flute.

Mo Lan froze for a moment and froze for a moment.

Zhi Ming stepped forward in a daze, grabbed the man, the flute stopped, and the man looked back at him with panic in his eyes.

The moment the man looked back at him, Zhi Ming was stunned for a moment, and the pulling hand lost all strength in an instant.

The man tried his best to calm his mind, put away his Xiao and bowed towards Zhiming, "Yueshu little prince Yuyuan, I pay my respects to the co-lord, may the co-lord live long and be safe."

"Oh." Zhi Ming replied lightly.

Mo Lan looked at Zhiming, then at Yuyuan, stepped forward quickly, and said with a smile, "So it's the little prince, why is the little prince here?"

Yuyuan was stunned for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Msg Lu asked me to live here."

Zhi Ming looked around for a while, only to realize that it was Zhu Yuntai.

"You know how to play the flute?" Zhi Ming stared at Yu Yuan coldly.

Yuyuan glanced at Xiao Xiao in her arms, nodded and said, "I have learned."

Zhi Ming snatched the pipe flute, his eyes frosted, "This is Gu Lingxiao!"

Unexpectedly, Yuyuan, who had a docile face just now, suddenly said urgently, "Give it back to me!"

Mo Lan looked at Yuyuan in surprise, and then looked at the flute. It seemed to be very similar to Murongli's, but the end of the flute seemed to have a word "Xiao" engraved on it, and the bamboo spots on the flute's body could not be seen. Great agreement.

"Your Majesty, this is not Ah Li's flute." Mo Lan approached Zhi Ming and whispered.

Zhi Ming looked down at the flute in his hand, it was indeed not, he felt a little embarrassed, and handed the flute back, "I'm sorry...for a while..."

Yuyuan snatched Xiao back and hugged her in her arms. She looked at Zhiming with fear in her eyes, but more of anger. Zhiming had never been looked at with such eyes before, so she froze on the spot for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Seeing this scene, Mo Lan was really embarrassed, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, but Yuyuan suddenly bowed to Zhiming, and said coldly, "Yuyuan doesn't know the etiquette, and if she sees a crime on the king, I hope your majesty will forgive me. If Your Majesty has nothing else to do, Yuyuan will leave."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhiming to speak, he turned around and ran away in a hurry, hugging his Xiao.

After the air was quiet for a long time, Mo Lan suddenly said, "Your Majesty..."

Zhi Ming turned around, but couldn't see any emotion, he just said calmly, "Let him go."

It's night, and the sound of Zhuyuntai's announcement pierces the tranquility.

Zhiming asked the palace guards to stay outside the hall, and entered the main hall alone.

To hear Xuanjia, Yuyuan was already kneeling in the hall waiting, Zhiming glanced at him, said "Get up," and sat down on a chair beside him.

Yuyuan stood up, still hugging his bamboo flute, but refused to take a step closer, just looked at Zhiming defensively.

Zhiming was stared at for a long time, finally couldn't take it anymore, and said funny, "You seem to be very afraid of widows."

Yuyuan looked at him and whispered, "No."

"Then sit here, the widow has something to ask you."

"Please speak, Your Majesty, I... I can hear you."

"?" Zhi Ming tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his index finger, and asked in a deep voice, "In May of the third year of Mingzheng, the Liuli King exchanged five hundred horses for your medicine. What kind of medicine did you ask for?"

Yuyuan was startled, thought for a moment, and said, "This medicine has no name, because the ingredients are hard to find, and the quantity is not much, it is our royal family's secret medicine." Because the medicine does not have an official name, it is difficult for Yuyuan to The description was clear, and after struggling for a while, a flash of inspiration suddenly said, "It's the kind that was once dedicated to Tianquan."

From Yuyuan's description, Zhiming had already guessed pretty well, and after getting the final result, he still couldn't help but fasten the armrest tightly.

Yuyuan could see that he was in a bad mood, but she didn't dare to ask rashly, so she had to watch him from a distance.

Zhi Ming rubbed his forehead and asked again, "How much did they ask for?"

Yuyuan rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief, "I don't know, Brother Wang won't let me know about this."

Zhi Ming didn't speak anymore, the hall became very cold and silent for a moment, he saw Yuyuan standing alone in the hall, suddenly he couldn't bear it.

"It's still cold, why are you wearing such thin clothes?"

Zhi Ming took off the sable fur, and stepped forward to put it on Yu Yuan, but Yu Yuan seemed to be shocked, stepped back, and declined, "Yu Yuan is not cold, how dare you bother Your Majesty."

Such alienation and fear of him made Zhiming unable to persevere, so he only called the servant to give a few instructions, and then left.

In the early morning of the next day, Shangshutai issued an edict, and the emperor went to the northwest to welcome King Yaoguang on a personal tour.