long old

you.I also wish the Seventh Prince to pay more attention to my body. "

Mo Xuan: "Okay, this king will."

He still had that elegant smile, with a calm attitude.

Occasionally, Rong Mo couldn't help thinking there, how many accidents he had experienced before, to smile at everything like this.

Rong Mo pondered for a moment, and decided not to argue with him about this matter.

otherwise?Sooner or later he will be pissed off.

He is such a person who easily makes him anxious, Rong Mo almost thought with a sense of frustration that he was so easy to soften his heart to him, unwilling to force him to say things that he would care about.

Rong Mo: "Gu has been appointed as an imperial envoy, and is going to Handan and Zhaoyuan City."

It was rare for him to be a little shy, even a little nervous.

Mo Xuan: "How long?"

Rong Mo: "For a few months, I went to the second city to search for officials who were corrupt and accepting bribes. It may be half a year."

He raised his head, his eyes were full of light, and he said the next sentence almost pleadingly: "The emperor agrees to appoint the entourage by himself, you..."

Rong Mo didn't finish the next sentence, because Mo Xuan smiled at him, and replied clearly: "Okay, I'll go."

Rong Mo got up ecstatically, and threw himself into Mo Xuan's arms, without saying a word, just rubbing his face against his clothes.

Mo Xuan smiled at the corner of his eyes, stroked his head, simply raised his head, and murmured: "The weather is so nice."

Rong Mo raised his head and said, "Well, it's really good."

Good is untrue, it is even better to call the person you like.

Actually, it's winter now.

The sky is not so blue, but if you think about that person in your heart, you will feel better, as if you saw that person.

☆, shake the city (wu)

Three days later, at the imperial station in Chang'an City——

Rong Mo was standing beside Wen Han, waiting for Shan Fan, who was negotiating with the groom, and learning some knowledge and experience negotiating with him.

There is always nothing wrong with learning more about how to behave and get along with others.

Although he can't go deep into the streets and alleys as a wanderer, travel around and increase his experience.

But it would be great to have the opportunity to interact with people on a daily basis.

Mo Xuan sat alone in the corner, leaning against the cold wall, sleeping unsteadily: his white teeth were pressed against his lower lip, and some bloodshots had already been bitten out, even in his sleep, he was sweating coldly.

Mo Xuan's skin was as translucent as jade, even a little sickly white.

When he was nervous again, he became more pale than ordinary people, like a person who is about to die from a serious illness, which made people's heart palpitate.

When Rong Mo turned around, seeing his pale face, he couldn't help feeling distressed and unconsciously blaming himself.

Mo Xuan's health is not good. Is it too ignorant to force him out to be with me for my own selfishness?

However, Rong Mo didn't want to regret it.

Because leaving him alone in the dangerous imperial city, he would be even more unable to restrain his lovesickness, and couldn't help but worry about the other party.

Besides, even a petty official dared to save his face in front of everyone.As soon as he leaves, I don't know how many winking people will rush to bully him.

Even though he knew that Mo Xuan was not as weak and deceitful as he seemed, Rong Mo still couldn't stop his imagination.

What's more, Rong Mo also wants to see some unique scenery with him as much as possible, and have more good memories.

Otherwise, it may be too late.

In the past few days, Rong Mo couldn't help but think of these things.

Even though he kept telling himself: nothing will happen.

But I keep reminding myself of this obvious fact.

He was always afraid that he and Mo Xuan would lose even the chance to say goodbye for the last time.

Throughout his life, Rong Mo has always lost the things he cherishes habitually.

People who are used to losing can hardly imagine what they can keep.

Because they have never grasped it and are not used to seizing opportunities, they have to suffer the pain of loss.

Rong Mo didn't want to lose any more, so he had to do everything he could to hold on to anything important in life.

He doesn't know the true thoughts in Mo Xuan's heart, but even if the means are despicable, he will forget the abuse of everyone, and continue to work hard for the thing, thing or person he wants to leave behind.

Rong Mo held Mo Xuan's hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it delicately.

He didn't want to wake him up, so he could only whisper in his ear over and over again: "Ziqing, Ziqing, Ziqing, Ziqing!"

No matter what, Rong Mo felt powerless towards Mo Xuan.

Not just because he likes him, he likes him so much that he doesn't dare to act rashly, he wants to kiss him and do many things to him.But, no.

Rong Mo has always had a false feeling towards Mo Xuan. Although he also felt this way before, he didn't feel like this.

On the contrary, in the past year, ever since Mo Xuan was bedridden with illness, he gradually began to panic.

The longer he was with Mo Xuan, the more strongly Rong Mo felt this sense of powerlessness.

Due to the environment in which he grew up, he has no sense of security.

And Mo Xuan can't give him what he needs, but Rong Mo is notoriously stubborn, as long as it is someone he believes, even if he doesn't fit the frame and fantasy in his heart, Rong Mo will crush his bones , desperately combining himself into what he wanted.

How much he loves someone is how much he dares to work hard.

Mo Xuan was immersed in a dream, and vaguely heard some shouts.

He opened his eyes habitually, but there was still nothingness and darkness in front of him.

This is the darkness he has known for ten years, it is too dark, but this is his only choice.

The man who was a head taller than him held the sword in his hand.

He leaned into his ear as if mad and resentful, asking him over and over again: "Do you want your eyes or your life?"

"Eye or life? Say it!"

"Hurry up and choose! Hurry up, do you want your eyes or your life?"

"If you can't make a choice, you don't have to choose at all."

Mo Xuan's hands were chained together by shackles, and he half-opened his eyes, annoyed by the hoarse noises of the people around him.

In the darkness, he said indistinctly, "Give me the sword."

Just to live, to speak, he felt that he had spent his whole life.

Since you are already so tired, why bother to go on like this?

After saying that, he took the sword and stabbed at his own eyes...

"Ziqing!" In the darkness, in a trance, he called out alone.

Mo Xuan suddenly turned his head, and all the sunlight was spreading in the dark palace, and there was a person standing at the end, who had imagined him countless times, and the appearance of that person was exactly the same when he grew up.

This is the voice he has been waiting for all his life, and it is also his lifelong expectation.

This point has not changed.

He stood there and shouted with all his might, "Ziqing!"

He stood there, and he also stood in the future, he and his future, calling out his name: "Mo Xuan, Mo Ziqing, live!"

Even if it is to meet me, I have to live.

in reality--

Mo Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily, brushed away the shredded hair that was wet with cold sweat in front of his eyes, his dull eyes were surprisingly bright, and replied softly: "Hey, I'm here."

Rong Mo's eyes lit up, and he shouted coquettishly, "Ziqing, Ziqing!"

Mo Xuan also responded to him tirelessly: "Hey, I'm here."

Only then did Rong Mo feel relieved, and wrapped his arms around his neck.

It took him only half an hour from deep sleep to waking up.But he walked like walking on eggshells.

This was the light in his life, how could he be allowed to live without the light again?

The person in front of him, named Mo Xuan, styled Ziqing, was the only light in his life that shone into his heart.

Shan Fan finished negotiating with the groom on matters needing attention, explained the purpose of the trip, and even gave the groom a glance at the passing jade badge bestowed by the emperor, and only then did he make clear arrangements for the trip.

It takes a total of [-] miles to travel from Chang'an City to Zhaoyuan City. They have to ride day and night for more than ten days before reaching their destination. This is only a conservative estimate.

After all, the drought in Zhaoyuan City is imminent, so they must not delay their trip for too long.

On the way, there will be a team of officers and soldiers meeting with him on the outskirts of Zhaoyuan City, escorting food and grass into Zhaoyuan City first, and helping the people in disaster relief.

And Wei Yan and Bai Chen had already set off yesterday, sneaked into Zhaoyuan City early, learned the information, and then reported the situation to His Highness the Crown Prince.

Shan Fan and the others did not go to Zhaoyuan and Handan for sightseeing, but to arrest traitors, enforce the law impartially, and investigate corrupt officials in the second city.

This trip is more dangerous, so we must be more careful.

After the investigation of the situation in Zhaoyuan City was clear, they had to go to Handan City non-stop and repeat the process again.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not ever think of dividing the army into two groups and conducting separate investigations.After all, it saves time.

It's just that Shan Fan and Bai Chen were worried when they saw that His Royal Highness was leaving the imperial city for the first time.

Therefore, the two joined forces with Wei Xian, who was also worried, and persuaded His Highness the Crown Prince for three days, and finally made His Highness the Crown Prince give up his stubborn opinion.

Shan Fan was also able to show his ambitions, escorting the champion of liberal arts, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and the Seventh Prince to Zhaoyuan City.

Just because of this, Bai Chen fought against him for three days before accepting the reality.

Shan Fan was holding the pass token of the stable, just now he planned to go to the stable and bring back the riding gear and horses used for the trip.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that his master had already embraced the Seventh Prince in the corner.

Shan Fan couldn't help but sighed with complicated emotions, looked at Academician Wen who was also suffering from the same disease, and patted him on the shoulder sadly.Hope they make it through.

Shan Fan thought about it for a moment, then simply led Wen Han to the stable.

You can't leave Academician Wen here alone, waiting for the two masters.It's better to leave as soon as possible.

Rong Mo moved a small bench from the groom's side, sat beside Mo Xuan, still holding his hand, and said softly, "Ziqing, what did you dream about?"

Rong Mo and Mo Xuan never force each other to tell their past stories, but trust each other unconditionally and wait patiently for each other until he thinks the time has come.

Although, at first Rong Mo also set out to investigate Mo Xuan's past.

However, except for the folk rumors and the past events that Mo Xuan had told him, all his investigations were fruitless.

All the people who knew were either dead, or they kept secrets and kept their hearts on their hearts, unwilling to tell him.

No matter how much Rong Mo coerced and lured him, he couldn't get more information about Mo Xuan.

After Rong Mo bumped into walls everywhere, he simply stopped asking.

What Rong Mo has is always the Mo Xuan after that, but not the complete him.

Rong Mo has made up his mind and will not force him to speak.

Because he himself has a past that he doesn't want others to know, and he will never open his heart to others easily, but he can't bear it and is really worried about him.

Rong Mo put his whole life's patience on Mo Xuan, hoping that Mo Xuan would tell him some of the past and share the burden with him.

Mo Xuan didn't intend to hide it from him, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

How should he tell this inexperienced 15-year-old boy how unfriendly the world really is?

He has hated it for so many years, and it has long been worn away by time. The hatred has accumulated in his blood and penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

Mo Xuan: "I just dreamed about some past events... It's irrelevant, if you want to hear it, I'll tell it."

Back then, Mo Xuan worshiped the world's divine fortune-telling, a master doctor who knows life, confusion and death as his teacher, and also wears Qizhi. The emperor dotes on his mother, Mo Ling, who is just like the favored son of heaven.

Even the servants and maids in the palace respected him and hoped that he would ascend the throne as emperor.

These naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the queen and her son-in-law, the current emperor.

The author has something to say: Is it sweet?I asked you are sweet?On Valentine's Day, I'm really giving out candy.

I will say that I wrote half of this chapter and cried, and when I typed that paragraph, I cried again.

(manual bye)

☆, shake the city (land)

"Three princes."

Lou Xun stood in front of the imperial concubine's bedroom - the Hall of Eternal Life, bowing his eyebrows pleasingly.

There was a hint of disgust in his eyes, mixed with a little hatred and a fear that could not be erased and penetrated into the soul.

The visitor also gave him a disgusted look.

Lou Xun was startled, and immediately changed his words in a polite manner: "Good luck, Your Majesty!"

Only then Rong Shu nodded in satisfaction and walked into the Hall of Eternal Life.

Rong Shu only held the coronation ceremony today, becoming the emperor.

He didn't even have time to change the dragon robe, so he hurried over triumphantly.

Rong Shu's whole body was snow-white, glistening against the sunlight, giving him a somewhat otherworldly aura.

This body, in Lou Xun's eyes, is extraordinarily dazzling and eye-catching.It's like a clown who came here to show off and show off.

He inevitably sneered with disdain, and turned his worried eyes to the palace in the distance.

The eldest princess was sent to the cold palace forcibly by the guards yesterday, leaving only the Seventh Prince in the Palace of Eternal Life.

The Seventh Prince is still young and promising, with both civil and military skills, at this time he is just a ten and one young man.

But Rong Shu was 20 years older than him, with so much thoughtfulness and the principles of life.

With these advantages, how can the Seventh Prince fight against him?

Just dealing with those false and untrue rumors is enough for the Seventh Prince to be in a hurry, not to mention Rong Shu who came to add trouble at this time with malicious intentions.

Thinking of those rumors, Lou Xun frowned fiercely, or clenched his lower lip, in case he would get angry and shout out angrily, causing trouble for the Seventh Prince.

But Lou Xun just couldn't get angry.How old is the Seventh Prince, and they speculated about him so maliciously based on the pretentious rumors in the market.

What's more, they humiliated him openly and secretly in front of the palace people, just to tarnish his reputation.

Obviously the Seventh Prince had already clearly said that he would not compete with them for the throne.

Those people still refused to give up, and it intensified.

Lou Xun blushed for the swear words that came out of their mouths, fearing that his mouth would be dirty.

Not to mention telling the Seventh Prince that his ears are clean.

Rong Shu, who was walking in front, didn't notice Lou Xun's small movements behind him. Of course, even if he knew, he didn't bother to care about a servant's thoughts.

He is full of ambition now, full of joy and wants to show off to his defeated generals.

Even if Mo Xuan is the proud son of heaven, so what?

This world still belongs to him, and Mo Xuan can't share it at all.

A vicious light flashed in Rong Shu's eyes, and he happily imagined the picture of Mo Xuan bowing his head to him.

Not only will he not get a share of the pie, but he will be doomed.

If there was a mirror in front of Rong Shu at this moment, he would be able to see that his eyes were full of poison and full of jealousy just like the eyes that would appear when his mother looked at the imperial concubine.

But who cares?Rong Shu has already won.

Not only did he win the throne, but he also ruined Mo Xuan's reputation.

However, this is not enough.

Because this is not enough to make Mo Xuan fall into the poisonous swamp, never recover, and lose the chance to make a comeback.

Rong Shu's plan had been brewing in his heart for a long time, until it fermented and took root.

Only wait for the day of victory to be released.

At this point, the time has come.

Rong Shu pushed open the old gate of the Hall of Eternal Life, the sound of the door opening reverberated in the empty hall, it was extraordinarily sharp and ear-piercing, and the accumulated dust hit his face.

Rong Shu couldn't help frowning, and used his hand as a fan in disgust, flapping it in front of his nose, and sneezed loudly a dozen times in a row.

Since the death of the imperial concubine, Mo Xuan and Mo Qiuliang have been living in the Palace of Longevity. Although the emperor wanted to take them to him to discipline him, the queen stopped them on the grounds of "improperness", so he had no choice but to give up.

Without the emperor's interference, the daily life of the two of them was decided by the queen.

The queen and the imperial concubine are notoriously at odds, how can she do her best for them.

The queen wished they could be imprisoned in the palace and fend for themselves.

In the center of the Hall of Eternal Life is a small altar like a round furnace, and on the altar is a shrine filled with sacrifices.

There was a man kneeling in front of the altar, with his palms folded, kowtowing in prayer, and speaking Sanskrit that Rong Shu couldn't understand.

He was dressed in plain white clothes, and his childish and delicate face was full of piety.

When Rong Shu saw his holy, non-human appearance, he would feel disgusted in his heart.

That's right, in the eyes of those who think they are famous and famous, the son of a whore is like dust on the ground, discarded grass, how can he bear the name of such a noble believer?

Mo Xuan obviously heard the sound made by Rong Shu when he opened the door, but he still knelt in front of the shrine.

Rong Shu could see very clearly that the engraved name on the memorial tablet was clearly "Shen Ling——Yangzhou Geisha".

He couldn't help feeling angry, stepped forward, and kicked the altar over.

The censer on the altar was dumped on the ground, and the ash was scattered all over the place.

Only then did Mo Xuan react, and turned around, his raised phoenix eyes were filled with cold light.

This is the look in Rong Shu's eyes that she always remembers when she wakes up from her sleep.

It's like a glacier that has just melted from the snow, and it's like an unsharp dagger.Although small, it should not be underestimated.

Mo Xuan turned around, saluted and saluted, with a proud and proud body: "Brother Three Emperors."

After a while, seeing that he didn't answer, he called out again as if waking up from a dream: "Kowtow to the new emperor."

Rong Shu didn't care about his rudeness, with a dark face, his eyes fixed on the soot on the bluestone floor, and asked: "What are you doing?"

Mo Xuan put his hands on his clothes quietly, and said softly: "The emperor is praying for the people of Zhiguo, and praying for the fate of the country."

"After all, it was the third brother who succeeded to the throne. The emperor does not want the common people to repeat the same mistakes as the fourth brother."

"Brother Three Emperors, do you still remember how Brother Four Emperors died?"

Rong Shu's body froze suddenly. Of course he knew how his fourth younger brother Rong Hui died, and it could be said to be very clear.

Because Rong Hui was the one who did it himself. In order to deter Mo Xuan, he pressed his head into the water in front of his eyes and suffocated him to death.

Later, Rong Shu found a random reason and bought a eunuch who accompanied his fourth brother, and hurriedly buried his brother with the reason that "the weather is getting warmer, the water surface is too slippery, unfortunately it cracked, and he drowned in it".

At first, Rong Shu never thought that he would be killed.

Because Rong Hui was three years younger than him, and was only in his twenties at the time. If he struggled hard, he would definitely be able to escape. How could he drown to death so easily?

Only later did Rong Shu know that Rong Hui had been afraid of water since he was a child, because his nurse had inadvertently thrown him into the water.

Therefore, Rong Hui left a shadow, and when he encountered water, his whole body would become stiff.

It's hard for Rong Shu not to suspect that the Seventh Emperor Brother who has been close to him since childhood knows this.

What's more, he was also there that day, if he wanted to stop it, how could he let him drown?

Even though he is only an eight-year-old boy, it's hard for Rong Shu not to be suspicious of him.

At this moment, what does it mean for Mo Xuan to bring up old things like this?Rong Shu couldn't be more clear about this.

He reached out and picked up Mo Xuan's collar, dragging him outside.

Rong Shu's height was nearly eight feet, and Mo Xuan was more than a head shorter than him at this time. It was a breeze to drag a child who did not resist and walk away from the palace.

Mo Xuan raised his head and looked at the autumn-white sun, it wasn't very warm, it was just dazzling and brilliant, directly shining chills in people's hearts.

Probably this is the only time, and also the last time, to face such a beautiful sunshine.

Mo Xuan couldn't help thinking this way, turned around with difficulty, glanced at the worried Lou Xun, and shouted to him: "Don't be afraid." But he didn't hear it clearly.

Rong Shu threw Mo Xuan in front of the door of the Leng Palace, and ordered the guards in the Leng Palace to bring Mo Qiuliang back.

Mo Qiuliang also had a lingering arrogance, regardless of the guards' obstruction, he rushed out as soon as he heard Rong Shu's voice.

When Mo Xuan saw Mo Qiuliang, his cold expression finally softened a bit.

Mo Qiuliang didn't call him "Emperor Brother" in a panic, and Mo Xuan didn't want to call Rong Shu "despicable" so vulgarly.

He turned his head and showed her a pure smile: "Liang'er, protect yourself."

Mo Qiuliang: "Oh, I will."

Seeing that he was unmoved, Rong Shu had no choice but to intensify and drag him into the cold palace.

Along the way, Rong Shu dragged Mo Xuan along the roughest ground.

It stands to reason that his back had already been rubbed to a bloody mess, and even if the bones weren't exposed, a layer of skin had to be worn off.

But Mo Xuan didn't say a word. He has never been a person who moaned without illness. When he encountered no matter how much pain he encountered, he would never yell out, let alone complain to others.

This is his own business. Whether he survives or not is all his business, so what should he do with others?

Rong Shu threw Mo Xuan on the floor of the cold palace, he lifted Mo Xuan's face with his toes, those eyes were still clear, as if they could pierce the skin of a person and reveal the heart of a person.

It just so happened that what Rong Shu disliked the most was his eyes that despise everything.

He drew out his saber and pointed it at Mo Xuan's neck.

Mo Xuan curled the corners of his mouth, and there was a smile in his eyes, whether it was ridicule or sarcasm.

Rong Shu stepped on Mo Xuan's still thin chest with one foot, and crushed it fiercely with the toe of his shoe.

Mo Xuan snorted and frowned slightly.

Seeing his reaction, Rong Shu intensified and kicked his body hard.

Rong Shu: "Does it hurt? Is it uncomfortable? Brother Seventh Emperor can't even say begging for mercy?"

After saying that, he kicked a few times more vigorously, stabbing his skin with the tip of his sword, and soon it turned red.

"Madman." Mo Xuan spat out the word, gritted his teeth, and didn't want to pay any attention to him.

Rong Shu laughed loudly, and threw the blood-stained saber in front of him.

Rong Shu: "You have always been ambitious. Even though I have ascended the throne as the emperor, I still don't worry about it, Brother Seventh Emperor..."

Rong Shu leaned down and spoke to him tenderly, brushing his bright eyes with his hand, but the fierce movements under his feet did not lose any strength, but became more violent.

Mo Xuan: "What exactly do you want to do, just say it, why bother to pretend."

He turned his head to avoid Rong Shu's hand.

Rong Shu: "After much deliberation, it is more appropriate to kill the Seventh Emperor."

"But, I can't bear it. Brother Seventh Emperor, why not give me those eyes of yours."

"Hurry up and make a decision, do you want your eyes or your life? Hurry up!"

Mo Xuan's eyes froze.There was a hint of relief in his eyes, but there was no fear.

He said coldly, "Give me the sword."

After saying that, he snatched the sword from Rong Shu's hand.

The author has something to say: La la la la la ~~~ Are you happy?

☆, shake the city ([-])

Rong Mo couldn't help stretching out his hand, and caressed Mo Xuan's godless phoenix eyes.

He knew it was futile, but he still gently blew on his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt? If it hurts, I'll blow it and it won't hurt."

Mo Xuan couldn't bear it, showed a slight smile, and responded softly: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore."

It probably means that no matter how much torture he has suffered, if that person asks and shows a little bit of distress, he will feel that all the suffering in the first half of his life is worth it.

Rong Mo frowned slightly, grabbed Mo Xuan's shoulder, aimed at his face seriously, and kissed him.

Mo Xuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he closed them again, allowing himself to sink.

The tender and soft lips of the young man brushed against Mo Xuan's eyes, and they circled around gently, his warm breath seemed to flow around his ears.

Mo Xuan raised his head, responded to him as best as he could, stretched out his hand, and stroked the young man's smooth yet resilient long hair.

Seeing that the man didn't resist at all, Rong Mo went ahead and followed Mo Xuan's cold face.

In an instant, he grabbed the man's warm lips.It doesn't contain too much desire, it is the warmth that comes naturally.

Startled, Mo Xuan opened his eyes.

He couldn't see the sea of ​​stars and stars in Rong Mo's eyes, but Rong Mo could see his own reflection through his eyes, equally fascinated.

Mo Xuan was actually full of contradictions about this.

He selfishly wanted to respond, to deepen the kiss.On the other hand, out of reason, he is unwilling to shoot at a 15-year-old boy.

Even though he has liked him for nearly five years, Mo Xuan still feels that he is violating ethical principles.

Regardless of what he was thinking, Rong Mo easily pried open his teeth and drove straight in.

Under his teasing, Mo Xuan's tongue was pulled, and then collided wantonly in his mouth.

Mo Xuan's eyes were filled with watery light, he held a little lust, and panted slightly.

He had never done that kind of intimacy with others, and he was still young, so he easily lost the city gate.

Only then did Rong Mo leave his lips in satisfaction, kissed his forehead, sat next to him, held his hand, and rested his head on his shoulder.

Mo Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he flirted with someone, but stopped at the end, and who did he learn the bad habit of immediately pretending to be good?

But there was also nothing he could do about it, so he had to rely on his internal strength to suppress it.

Mo Xuan is not very sensitive, but it is rare to be so close to him.

They have been together for two years and never took the initiative to exceed the rules, they just stopped holding hands and hugging, and occasionally kissed each other's forehead.

Friends are more than lovers.

Mo Xuan was half a round older than Rong Mo, and he was extremely far-sighted and reserved.

I always worry that the other party has never been like myself, with such an unbreakable affection.

Before it was confirmed, Mo Xuan would not take the initiative to break that layer of window paper.

Today, he realized that this person didn't understand, he just pretended to be confused.

Rong Mo frowned, and threw himself into Mo Xuan's arms lightly, calling in a low voice, "Ziqing."

He showed a sly smile, quite sure that Mo Xuan would have nothing to do with him.

As expected, Mo Xuan raised his hand in surrender, flicking his forehead with his hand.

He shook his head helplessly, but still stretched out his hand and embraced the man in his arms.

Mo Xuan: "You, you."

If love is compared to war, then he is willing to surrender, because the moment he sees that person again, he will already be defeated.

He only wants to crown that person as king, and those great countries and splendid cities can all be thrown away.

Really willing to be the foolish king in the mouth of the people, and wanting to change that person to smile sincerely.

Shan Fan and Wen Han wanted to enter the room to remind them, "It's time to go", but when they saw the postures of the two in the room, they barely stopped.

Shan Fan suddenly remembered a sentence Bai Chen once said: "Just kidding, if you disturb someone's relationship, you will be kicked by a donkey."

Wen Han helplessly raised his forehead, forget it, just wait a little longer.

Fortunately, both of them are rational people, and they are concerned about the famine in the second city and the people who are still suffering.

Gentleness returns to tenderness, but the business of this trip is something I dare not forget.

Rong Mo straightened Mo Xuan's messy collar, and couldn't help frowning happily, it was something he messed up before.

Mo Xuan also raised his head and smiled, Rong Mo unconsciously smiled with him.

Rong Mo led Mo Xuan out of the stables, cleared his throat pretentiously, and ordered, "Let's go. Let those corrupt officials regret coming out and making trouble."

He got on his horse, but saw that the three people were still standing there, showing some doubts.

Mo Xuan couldn't help laughing out loud.

With Rong Mo's cute appearance, and when he speaks such... "prestige" words, it always makes people feel surprisingly childish and cute.

Shan Fan and Wen Han also sniggered at the side, Rong Mo had no choice but to let them laugh away.

But, to be fair, Rong Mo is no longer a naive child.

His face can no longer be called childish, and has begun to look a little angular.

Rong Mo's appearance resembled Xue Xiang's, but he didn't look feminine, and only had the effect of softening his facial features.

He has a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, which are almost the unique features of the Rong family.

When Rong Mo smiled, there seemed to be stars in his eyes.But most of the time, they all smiled on their faces, but their eyes were deserted.

This kind of desolation fell on others, it was an unreasonable coldness, like a sharp long sword, it drove straight in and pierced people's hearts.

The three of them looked at the sky, finally stopped their smiles, got on their horses, and left Chang'an City secretly.

Eighteen days later, in the suburbs of Zhaoyuan——

Rong Mo wiped the dust on his face, widened his eyes, looked at the wind and sand blowing up in the distance, and couldn't help frowning.

Before this, Zhaoyuan City was also a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and rich people.It is really heartbreaking that a drought has transformed the town into such a barren and inhabited place.

Shan Fan and Wen Han worked together to set up the tent, and Mo Xuan was willing to help, but Shan Fan saw that he was blind, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was staring at him, so he refused to agree, so he had to politely refuse.

Mo Xuan had no choice but to smile wryly, so he had to sit quietly aside.

In fact, Mo Xuan has been regretting why he hastily agreed to Rong Mo all this way. After all, he has nowhere to use.

The luggage is all simple, carried by the accompanying horses, and the daily security and food and clothing expenses are all taken care of by Shan Fan and Wen Han.

Once he came, it just increased his burden for no reason.

Rong Mo knew what he was thinking, and also wanted to coax him, saying with a smile: With him around, I have something to look forward to and think about it.

Mo Xuan didn't feel the slightest use, after all, it also means useless.

Of course Rong Mo knew that he was joking, but he really wanted to tease him.

He just threw himself into his arms, sniffing his forehead, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I have a place to use you, so I will call you here. If it is useless, I will leave you in Chang'an City, but don't worry." .”

Mo Xuan was so entangled by him that he couldn't help it, so he had no choice but to accept his sighing heart dumbfounded.

Big deal, just like what Rong Mo said, treat it as if you are going out for a trip, and relax a bit.

Shan Fan got up, ready to go out to find firewood.

Seeing him walking outside, Wen Han hurriedly got up and said, "I'll go with you."

He didn't want to collect firewood, but the man's house was nearby, and he really wanted to visit it.

Shan Fan got up, looked at Wen Han's slender arms and legs, slowly shook his head, and said gently: "No need, the academician should rest first."

Wen Han: "Ah? Oh." He nodded and sat down obediently.

Mo Xuan glanced at Wen Han, and he turned around sharply.

Mo Xuan smiled gently at him, and Wen Han immediately relaxed, moved closer to him, and couldn't help but ask: "Seventh Prince, why did you say His Royal Highness asked me to come?"

"If you talk about experience, Lord Wei Yan is more experienced than me; when it comes to tactics, I've never been able to hide things, and His Royal Highness showed more talent than me when he investigated Mu Yao; when it comes to martial arts, I'm just Not to mention."

"What am I here for?"

Mo Xuan: "I don't know either." He shook his head and smiled at his doubts.

Wen Han's eyes widened in disbelief, and he said in surprise, "Does the Seventh Prince not know? I thought the Seventh Prince was closer to His Highness the Crown Prince than I was, so he must know about his plan."

"I didn't expect the Seventh Prince to be as aimless as me..."

Wen Han murmured, his voice became softer as he spoke.

Mo Xuan smiled, noncommittal.

Rong Mo just came back at this time, kissed his forehead, leaned on Mo Xuan's shoulder affectionately, smiled and said nothing.

Wen Han felt a chill for no reason, as if he was being targeted by some cold-blooded animal.

Shan Fan also happened to pick up firewood and came back, taking advantage of the opportunity of digging for firewood, he reported to Rong Mohui in a low voice: "Your Highness, I checked on purpose. The caravan that was promised to meet us on the way has not yet arrived today... "..."

"Is there an accident?" He hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

They should have joined the soldiers transporting food three days ago, but they have been waiting here for three days.

No matter how far the distance is, no matter how slow the footsteps are, it is impossible to delay for a long time.

Rong Mo frowned, suddenly thinking of Zhang Cherui and the others.

It's just that this case is completely different from what they experienced.Moreover, Rong Mo is not as easy to deceive as Zhang Cherui.

Rong Mo: "Meet with Wei Yan first, and then search the nearby cottages.