Unsuccessful

In March, the warbler flies and the grass grows, the weather is finally warmer, and it is no longer cold every day, and even some swallows and sparrows that came early landed on the branches in the courtyard, chirping as if they were not afraid of people at all. It has been more than a month since he took the emperor's order to go to the frontier, and all the reports from the front line are great victories, which shows that the majesty and power of the past have not diminished.

But Jing Luo didn't dare to take it lightly. Although the emperor said that he handed in the military amulet after he was in charge of his father-in-law, and he could be an idle prince with his love for the mountains and rivers when he came back, but Jing Luo always felt that it was not that simple.

"A Luo, what are you thinking again?" Before Jing Luo recovered, a piece of pastry was stuffed into his mouth.

"Huh?" There was no other way but to forcefully swallow that sweet and cloying pastry that tasted like a little prince, and drank another cup of tea to calm down.

"A Tuo, foster father is in full swing at the border, what do you think?"

"Ang? Isn't it good? My father has only suffered defeats when I was a child, and won beautifully. Why do you ask?" Feng Tuo is very forgetful, but he still remembers that he has a very powerful father ...After all, it was my mother who talked about it since childhood...

"If the army only knows Prince Mu, but not the Emperor Daxia, so what?" Jing Luo was not afraid that the emperor would withdraw Feng Zhuo's military power overtly, even secretly, and he was afraid that the emperor would not let Prince Mu alone.

"This... doesn't seem very good." Even Feng Tuo really didn't understand anything, and felt it was wrong.

"Yes." Jing Luo frowned, but what can he do if he knows, there is nothing he can do now...

"Well, don't worry, anyway, the father won't be in power again after beating the Xiongnu this time, and the emperor is not a heartless person..."

"En." Jing Luo stroked Fengtuo's hair, thinking in his heart, he can't just go one way, what if the emperor is heartless?Prince Mu's Mansion cannot allow anyone to have an accident.

After Jing Luo and Feng Tuo dispersed, he didn't go back to his residence, but went out of Prince Mu's Mansion to a teahouse.

Three days later, another great victory at the border, Lord Feng Zhuo retreated the Xiongnu for more than a thousand miles, the news was sent back to Heguang, the emperor Longyan was very happy, and immediately ordered spring hunting in the suburbs of the city two days later, and all the prey were used for the wind banquet when Lord Feng Zhuo led the team.

All the royal family and officials who can face the holy will participate, and if they come out on top, there will be other rewards.

After the imperial decree, everyone in Heguang was a little excited. Since the new emperor came to the throne, he has been conscientious and diligent. There has never been spring hunting or autumn hunting. Although these field hunting is a kind of fun for the emperor, who doesn’t want to show off in front of the emperor? Show your face?If his descendants can win the first place and win the favor of the emperor, wouldn't they be able to rise to the sky?All of a sudden everyone got ready, it was time to draw the bow and bow, it was time to ride the horse, and if there was no movement, only Mu Wangfu was left.

This morning, Wu Ti guarded the gate tremblingly as before, looked at the sun that was at least five poles high, sighed silently, and thought to himself, why the eldest son hasn't come today...

Just as he was thinking, Jing Luo's figure turned into Fengtuo's yard, "The eldest son is here? You haven't gotten up yet!"

Wu Ti was also impressed, this eldest son didn't know what was so good, every time he called the little prince, he would come out with all his beard and tail.

"Wait at the door, I didn't tell you not to come in." Jing Luo gently opened the door and went in as usual.

"Okay, Eldest Young Master, be careful." Wu Ti swallowed, he still remembered the first time he served the little prince, he didn't know this, he went to wake him up, that heartwarming... anyway... He lay in bed for two days and didn't get up...

Jing Luo closed the door tightly, stepped lightly on the carpet, and when he walked to the bed, he saw a sleeping person lying sprawled on the bed, with the quilt wrapped around his waist, and his coat was tossed and slightly spread out, revealing a small piece of white at the neckline The skin is also afraid that he will be cold at night, so the charcoal fire is not removed, otherwise such a way of sleeping will definitely catch cold.

Jing Luo got closer, but Feng Tuo on the bed still didn't respond, and slept soundly.Jing Luo knew from a young age that his family, A Tuo, slept a lot. He went to bed early at night, woke up late in the morning, and had to take a nap at noon. It was probably due to his frailty. The doctor told him that it would be better to sleep more...

The weather is hot, the house is lit with charcoal fire, Fengtuo is still covered with winter quilt, it is inevitable that it will be hotter, so he can pull the quilt and clothes on his body vigorously, wishing to take off his clothes and go to sleep, Jing Luo only saw Fengtuo's little face It was so hot that it was powdery, and the lips were slightly parted, as if the small nose could not meet his breathing requirements, so the mouth also came to help. Looking at the sky, Jing Luo felt that he could not let A Tuo sleep again. It was about the spring hunting. I haven't said it yet!

By leaning over his face, he could feel the breeze brought by A Tuo's breathing, and Jing Luo always felt that he couldn't control himself again.

Gently kissed the corner of A Tuo's lips. Jing Luo was a little exhausted from the arrangements for the past few days. When he came back last night, it was already light, and two hours of sleep was already a luxury. Now the situation seems to be calm, but in fact, as long as As soon as the emperor makes a move, there will be turbulent waves. There are not many Feng Zhuo's old troops who are still as loyal as yesterday. This battle may only have a chance...