The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

Zhao Ji excitedly took his paintings to share with the prince in Mingyuezhuang. Although the prince is a fake, but counting the people in Bianjing who he can talk to without any scruples, this fake prince is the only one. .

"A few days ago, the King of Nan presented a beautiful woman, she is as beautiful as a celestial being, even though I have no intention of paying attention to her, but she is really beautiful, so I let her live in the palace."

Zhao Ji babbled, and put the teacup on the table aside while talking.This is always the case when he is alone with Zhao Huan, and occasionally he will do it himself, and he has no scruples about the puppet boy at this moment.

The puppet boy got up from the bed to help him, but unexpectedly staggered a step. Zhao Ji was startled, and reached out to help him, but the boy stabilized his body, raised his eyes and smiled at him.

Zhao Ji paused, a little dazed - when the young man pretending to be Ah Huan smiled, he was very similar to Ah Huan.

He had this feeling more than once, and it was also the reason why he grew closer to this boy.

The young man approached the table, lowered his head to look at the beauty on the painting, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Daddy's painting is so beautiful."

Zhao Ji immediately put aside why, and happily showed off to the young man in front of him, and revealed how he made Miss Li a reference one by one,

The system complained silently: [I think your father doesn't seem to have those worldly desires anymore?A lively and charming beauty who let others bask in the sun as a model? 】

Zhao Huan corrected: [I didn't let that girl Li bask in the sun all the time, and my father changed the scene. 】

【……Fine. 】The system said, 【You who can correct me seriously are no different from your father. It seems that you have had a dream, and you have already seen through the world. 】

Zhao Huan wondered in his mind what kind of disillusionment the system referred to.

Zhao Ji had no idea that the young man in front of him was his son who left home, but as he got along longer, he felt that the two were too similar, so after seeing enough paintings, he stared at Zhao Huan who was sorting out the scrolls and said with emotion: "I don't know when Ah Huan found a talent like you. Even I would mistake you for Ah Huan himself."

Zhao Huan shook his hand, and a trace of unspeakable guilt filled his heart, but he said nothing, nodded reservedly, and finished the picture scroll.

The weather was fine today, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, Zhao Ji saw the pale young man in front of him, worried that he might be sick from being bored in Mingyue Manor for a long time, so he invited him out for a walk in the mountains.

Zhao Huan came to see his father on purpose, he readily accepted the invitation, and the two went out together.

Mi Cangqiong was surprised when he saw the official family and the pale prince going out outside the courtyard. Before he had time to think about it, Zhao Ji said to him: "I and Ah Huan go for a walk in the mountains, there is no need to send anyone to follow."

The guards and Mi Cangqiong were taken aback when they heard his words, they never expected that the official family would be so bold when they left the palace to walk with the prince.

The mountains are dangerous, and Mi Cangqiong looked embarrassed, Zhao Huan thought for a while, and said: "It's okay to send someone to follow, if you get lost, you can come back."

Zhao Ji glanced at him, nodded and acquiesced to his arrangement.

The guard walked far behind the two of them, Zhao Huan glanced back, and the young guard immediately straightened his body and stood still.

Zhao Huan smiled at him and looked away.

Zhao Ji asked him: "Do you know what's going on with Ah Huan? Although I've heard the rumors in the world, I still feel that he's not quite the same as the Ah Huan I know."

Zhao Huan organized his speech and replied: "His Royal Highness is in good health. He is playing with friends and is coming to Bianjing."

Zhao Ji asked him a few more questions, and Zhao Huan answered fluently. After all, he was talking about his own affairs, and it was nothing more than a change in the narrative angle.

But Zhao Ji's expression became more and more strange following Zhao Huan's answer. After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't help asking: "How did you and Ah Huan... pass the news?"

Zhao Ji was really surprised, even a little bit sad - he could only guess his son's recent situation from the rumors, but the young man pretending to be Ah Huan knew everything about him.

This made the old father feel sad about being abandoned. Even though he had never asked before out of respect for his son's wishes, he still couldn't help asking at this moment.

Zhao Huan was stunned, and said: "...His Royal Highness and I are passed on by flying eagles."

The system was overjoyed to watch the excitement: [Where did you get the eagle? 】

Zhao Huan: 【...I will raise it right away. 】

Before Zhao Ji asked where the letter was, Zhao Huan quickly added: "Your Highness is afraid that someone will intercept it, so what you wrote is a secret code, and you also asked me to dispose of the letter immediately after reading it."

Zhao Ji withdrew the question he wanted to ask in disappointment, and stopped talking.

The scenery in the mountains is beautiful, insects and birds are singing, and the tall and low buildings in Bianjing can be seen from a distance, and the glazed tiles on the Taihe Palace are shining.

Zhao Huan said: "Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue are going to have a decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, will Daddy want to watch the battle then?"

Zhao Ji stared at the shining glazed tiles in the distance, and said decisively: "Watch!"

Zhao Huan was not surprised, and warned: "Be careful, don't slip your feet."

The two talked for a long time about the arrangements for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and walked around Mingyue Village. When they returned to the village, Zhao Ji was sweating on his forehead and his face was flushed, but the face of the young man beside him seemed to be much paler.

Zhao Ji was a little worried, and asked him quietly: "Are you really sick?"

Zhao Huan wiped his face and replied: "No."

Looking at the white face of the young man in front of him, Zhao Ji thought to himself that he was not sick.

Before leaving, Zhao Ji told him to take good care of his illness, and after receiving Zhao Huan's response, he went down the mountain in a sedan chair.

Zhao Huan stood at the gate of the village, watched the sedan chair and attendants disappear on the mountain road, and turned back to the village.

There was a strong wind in the mountains, and the boy's clothes fluttered, as if he was going to go with the wind.

Zhao Huan closed and opened his eyes, sat up straight, covered his forehead, bent over and frowned.

Yu Tianbao was driving outside, and Ah Fei was also taking a nap. Before Zhao Huan opened his eyes, Wang Lianhua was the only one in the carriage looking at the scenery outside the car.

Zhao Huan's movements were not small, Wang Lianhua turned his head and glanced at him, thoughtful, and didn't ask questions immediately.

The crimson-clothed boy bent half-bent for a long time, during which time he stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, but he didn't make a sound. The bright yellow sword tassel on the hilt shook slightly and didn't stop.

Wang Lianhua looked at it for a while, only to realize that it was because of Zhao Jueming's slight trembling.

But after straightening up, the boy still had that calm expression on his face, showing no sign of forbearance, he even smiled at Wang Lianhua by the window.

A Fei was sleeping in the carriage, even if Wang Lianhua had questions to ask, she shouldn't have asked in this place.Therefore, with his usual expression, he nodded lazily to the other party, reached out and picked up the water bag on the table and threw it into Zhao Jueming's arms.

Zhao Huan uncorked the pouch silently and drank the water.

It hurts.

he thinks.

The time I stayed was longer than before, and I even walked around a lot, consuming more energy than before, and it's not surprising that it hurts.

The system does not comment on Zhao Huan's choice in this regard, but reminds him to think about how to deal with Wang Lianhua's inquiry in advance.

Zhao Huan drank the water with downcast eyes, feeling a little worried.

They hurried to the town ahead before night fell, and settled directly at the first inn.

Zhao Huan chatted with the innkeeper downstairs, learned some local conditions, and when he finished the conversation and was about to go upstairs, there was the sound of his knuckles tapping on a pillar outside the inn.

Wang Lianhua stood by the pillar, smiling but not smiling, and said nothing, but Zhao Huan, who had no teacher, resigned himself to his fate and walked with him to the sparsely populated street.

The moonlight was like water, and there was a bark in the town, followed by many dogs howling.

Wang Lianhua waited patiently for the barking of the dog to stop before she said, "You don't need me to tell you, you know what I want to ask."

"It's just a minor illness." Zhao Huan said, "It's nothing serious, I'll take care of you, Senior."

He was sincere, and seemed to really think that it was no big deal.

But Wang Lianhua recalled how the other party had bent over and endured the pain for a long time during the day, but she didn't think it was a big deal.

Wang Lianhua had faintly noticed it before—Zhao Jueming would sometimes hold his forehead in a daze after waking up from a deep sleep, but at that time the other party's expression was normal, so he didn't pay much attention to it; but today Zhao Jueming's appearance is obviously The pain was so unbearable that he had to pay attention.

Zhao Jueming's answer was also within his expectation, after all, Zhao Jueming was a log, or a stubborn log.

It is rare for Wang Lianhua to care about people. Although she had expected it long ago, she was still a little unexplainably depressed, so she could only reply: "If you are sick, you need to be treated. Don't hide your illness from being treated."

Zhao Huan answered seriously, but Wang Lianhua didn't ask any more questions, and the two returned to the inn where they stayed.

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