Is the prince abolished today?

Wei Zhao clearly noticed that the body of the young man in his arms froze for a moment, then softened again, and buried his face in his chest, with one hand tightly gripping his robe. Something warm flowed out from the corner of the boy's eyes, and seeped into the fabric of his chest.

Now it was Wei Zhao's turn to froze.

This feeling of being relied on wholeheartedly is so strange, yet so familiar.

Many years ago, in that desolate palace, that little boy would sneak into his bed in the middle of the night whenever it thundered and rained, and curled up in his arms like a kitten...

Such a timid child does not know what is going on now, whether he will still be as afraid as he was when he was a child when he encounters a thunderstorm.Thinking of the intelligence that the secret guard had detected: "Meng Dong, Emperor Wu's tenth year, the Jingsi Temple was burned in a fire, and no one in the courtyard survived", Wei Zhao's heart throbbed.In the tenth year of Emperor Wu's tenth year, Meng Dong has only been away for three months. Has the period of thinking about that young man come to an end?Did you encounter that fire?It's a pity that the people who once stayed in that palace have been burned to ashes together with that palace, and no one can answer his question.

When Emperor Changping ascended the throne three years ago, Wei Zhao followed his memory to find the palace. The gray walls and blue tiles that were once desolate had become ruins, and there was no trace of it.Three years later, when he returned to Beijing, a new palace had already been built in that place, not to mention that no one would remember that it used to be a cold garden in the previous dynasty.Naturally, no one would know that there was a cute little boy with jade white who liked to practice sword under the pear tree in the courtyard once in that cold garden.

A young man who was very timid but dared to risk his life to save his life. He would hold his hem softly and call him master, which made him worry about him for many years, and he might never forget it in his life.

Wei Zhao withdrew his thoughts, looked down at the young man curled up in his arms like a kitten, and thought to himself, that's all, just this time.After all, the little wolf cub is a little wolf cub, even if he is pitifully showing weakness now, if he relaxes his vigilance, he might scratch his paw at some point.

The so-called poor people must have something to hate, and a considerable part of today's evil results are also caused by this brat himself.If he hadn't ordered the Yulin army to burn and loot other people's mansions, if he hadn't gone out of his way to murder the dragon's fetus, he wouldn't have given someone a handle and provoked bad reviews from the court.

"Gu, Gu just got water in his eyes."

"I can walk alone."

"Gu doesn't need Marquis Wei's pity at all."

As if aware of Wei Zhao's strange reaction, the young man's shoulders twitched, and in a muffled voice, he defended stiffly, and very rudely used his robe as a sweat towel, and rubbed it hard.

Wei Zhao: "..."

"Oh."

Wei Zhao was amused, raised his eyebrows with great interest and said, "Since that's the case, then His Highness will leave by himself? I don't have much to do."

He made a gesture to let go, and the young man suddenly lost his voice as if the button of the mechanism had been pulled out. After his body froze suddenly, his arms quickly wrapped around his waist, and he said quickly: "Gu, Gu suddenly feels very cold and has no strength. .”

"If I walk alone, will I faint in the water?"

"Gu water is not good. If no one finds out when he faints, will Gu be drowned?"

"Gu Zhen is the poorest prince in the world."

"Okay, Marquis Wei can put Gu down, Gu will try to walk as steadily as possible, so as not to drown himself..."

Wei Zhao: "..."

Wei Zhao: "..."

Wei Zhao had to remind: "Then His Highness's hand, can you let go?"

"Or, if His Highness really doesn't want to relax, can you relax a little bit, Rong Chen takes a breath."

Then, the young man followed suit, loosened his arms a little with a particularly honest body, and then stopped moving.

Wei Zhao: "..."

This kid with one mouth and another body.

The corners of Wei Zhao's lips twitched unconsciously, sighed helplessly, hugged him tightly again, exerted his internal strength, and swept out of the hot spring just like when he came.

……

Gao Jili and everyone in the Dingbeihou's Mansion were guarding outside anxiously, when they suddenly saw Wei Zhao walking out of the soup pool with Mu Yun in his arms. The young man's eyes were closed tightly, his arms were drooping, as if he had passed out, and his heart skipped a beat. one time.

"Your Highness!"

Gao Jili went up to meet him, intending to catch His Highness from Wei Zhao's hand, but unexpectedly, his warm and generous chubby palm had just touched His Highness's body, and His Highness held it tightly as if bitten by a poisonous snake. Dingbeihou's clothes corner, and drilled harder into Dingbeihou's arms.

Gao. Big padded jacket. Auspicious: ? ?

Wei Zhao: "..."

Wei Zhao had no choice but to continue hugging and asked, "Are there any clean clothes in the carriage?"

"Oh, yes, yes."

Gao Jili was still in a daze.

Wei Zhao nodded, and strode directly to the villa with the man in his arms.

The carriages of Dingbeihou's Mansion, Prince's Mansion and Changning Prince's Mansion were all waiting outside the villa.

Mu Zhen was imprisoned in his own carriage, and saw the little prince from a distance go in vertically, and was miserable being carried out by Wei Zhao, so he immediately stood up excitedly.

Ha, His Majesty handed over the ancestral family law to Wei Zhao, and asked Wei Zhao to discipline the little prince. It seems that Wei Zhao did not take it lightly, and directly knocked the little prince unconscious.Haha, on the surface, Wei Zhao has a selfless appearance, and refuses to accept the steps he offered. Isn't he secretly revenge?It turned out that the prestigious Marquis of Dingbei was not cold and invulnerable. In the final analysis, he couldn't get rid of his selfishness.

Wei Zhao is like this, the emperor is probably even more so.Mu Zhen was worried that he would be severely punished after returning home, but after seeing such a relaxing scene, Mu Zhen was not worried at all.Not to mention that he was framed by the black-hearted little prince, even if he really scratched the little prince's arm, so what, the emperor could really punish him for a former prince?That is absolutely impossible.The emperor was afraid that he would slip his hand and wring off the little prince's entire arm.

On the other side, Wei Zhao came to the carriage of the Prince's Mansion, intending to put down the cub in his arms, but failed after several attempts.Because the cub is so clingy, he is holding on to the hem of his clothes tightly like an octopus, and keeps hugging him, as if he will disappear from this world as soon as he lets go .

The corners of Wei Zhao's eyes twitched involuntarily.

If you really can't be soft-hearted when dealing with little wolf cubs, it's only a short time before you start to kick your nose and face with lawlessness.

Gao Jili had just found a clean change of clothes and came out. When he saw this scene, he almost didn't fall straight down, and once again suspected that one of his brain and the brain of the obedient little Highness must be broken.

Otherwise, why would he be completely unable to understand the absurd behavior of the obedient little Highness treating a wolf as a mother.

In the end, Wei Zhao had no choice but to carry the little boy into his carriage and put him on the only long couch.

Different from the resistance when he got into the carriage of the Prince's Mansion just now, the boy obediently loosened the corners of his clothes this time, and as soon as he touched the white fox fur on the couch, he nestled down and slept comfortably like a little lazy cat.

Wei Zhao: "..."

Wei Zhao shook his head helplessly again, and ordered the soldiers to find a thin blanket to cover the boy, and then sat down behind the long table with his robes on, to deal with the backlog of military affairs in the morning.

It was a fine spring day, and the sunlight streamed in through the car window, covering the entire couch. The young man was wearing a robe as white as snow, and his black hair was only tied with a brocade belt. In the light and shadow, it seems that it is about to return to the feather, which is somewhat unreal.

Wei Zhao soon discovered that although the young man fell asleep, he obviously slept very restlessly, uttering vague ravings from time to time, and frowning tightly.

Wei Zhao was disturbed by the babbling for no reason, and couldn't calm down to deal with those boring but important military affairs that affected the whole body. After putting down the notebook in his hand for the third time, Wei Zhao rubbed Rubbing his temples, he finally decided to get up and see what the little brat was up to, why he refused to sleep peacefully.

When he took a closer look, he saw that the young man was sweating profusely on his forehead, his black hair was sticky and wet, and the newly changed snow robe on his body was almost soaked in sweat, his teeth were tightly biting his lower lip, as if he was enduring some unbearable pain.

"Teacher...Teacher..."

The young man uttered a weak raving again, but couldn't really hear what he was talking about.

At first, Wei Zhao thought it was because of the injury on his arm, but after thinking about it, he realized that it was wrong. Although the scratch on his arm was severe, he had already treated it with the best gold sore medicine in the army, and it should be able to reduce the inflammation and stop the bleeding soon.Could it be because... Wei Zhao recalled the situation when the young man was struggling to walk in the soup pool just now, and his eyes could not help but move down, and fell on the soft and slender waist of the young man.

He stretched out his hand, and tried his best to roll up the snow robe little by little without disturbing the little boy. When he saw the situation inside, he was really taken aback.

The originally snow-white and soft waist was now swollen high and covered with a large area of ​​bruises. Among them, the five deep-colored black and blue fingerprints were particularly shocking, and the most serious part even had small purple Sha spots.

Wei Zhao couldn't believe it.

Although he used some extraordinary means, it was only five or six points of strength. How could this little brat be so delicate.

In the past, people like Gu Rufeng and Liu Si'an always liked to brag to him about Feng Qiwu's stunning young lady named "Chun Qin". As for many rich and noble sons in Beijing, they would spend a lot of money just to leave a mark on that young man, and they would go there to check every few days.Wei Zhao sneered at first, but now that he saw the tenderness and softness of the little boy in front of him, he felt that the so-called tenderness of the young man was not worth mentioning.

As soon as his thoughts diverged, Wei Zhao couldn't help recalling again, the boneless softness of the whole body when the young man entered the water just now, and the unique touch that seduced people's desires, and a certain string in his heart seemed to be gently plucked. .

The so-called food marrow knows the taste, if one day he is really taught to raise such a delicate little thing, and then under that kind of situation, he probably can't help but want to mark the little thing severely.

After breaking some joints, Marquis Wei, who had always been cold and ascetic, suddenly felt that doing that thing seemed to be one of the most wonderful pleasures in the world.

The left and right military affairs were inadvertently dealt with. Seeing that the little boy was still frowning, looking extremely painful, Wei Zhao ordered his soldiers to fetch safflower oil, which can reduce swelling and blood stasis, and poured two drops on his palm to melt. Gently massage the bruise for the cub.

"Well……"

Even a slight touch immediately elicited a strong reaction from the young man.The boy shrank his body inward, and frowned fiercely, as if he was complaining about his anger and dissatisfaction.

Wei Zhao simply dragged the man into his arms to restrain him, then deliberately slowed down his movements, and rubbed the bruise again.Apart from struggling hard at first, gradually, probably because the medicated oil played a role, the boy's frowning brows finally relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep again.