Although Emperor Yongping's fiftieth birthday was held in the face of various natural disasters this year, it was still held grandly and luxuriously. In order to erase the shadow of this year, under the instructions of Emperor Yongping, it took a hundred times more effort than before.

On the day of the birthday party, the palace was filled with people. Glazed tiles, red lacquered doors, and the high dragons and phoenixes seemed to fly away, but the eyes inlaid with gems were looking down at the world with a proud look.

It is magnificent and solemn and majestic. This is the core of the power of the imperial palace and the Great Xia. King Cheng Mu allowed to walk on the corridor paved with white marble, with his young eyes full of ambitions.

He looked around and saw that the huge palace was regarded as the thing in his hand before the prince was born. He was the most noble prince and the prince he loved the most. He should inherit the throne, right? Other princes have never been taken seriously by him.

But now, everything has changed. The little baby who only knows how to cry and drink milk has taken away his status and future. Just because his mother is not the queen? It’s ridiculous!

Murong Xu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of cruelty flashed across. A little baby... Even if he became the prince, he would still say whether he could grow up!

His fists clenched and he slammed hard on the fence beside him.

"Hiss..." The pain in the moment made Murong Xu take a breath.

A chuckle sounded.

Someone? Murong looked over unhappily and looked at a pair of eyes as clear as glass, with a light smile inside. The man had a handsome face, and his light-colored robe was clear and light. When he looked at him, he became bright for no reason, better than the beauty and luxury of this palace.

The man was sitting on a tree, holding a folding fan in his hand, looking at Murong Xu with a smile, obviously seeing all his predicament just now.

But Murong Xu lost all his anger in an instant. Not only because this person is his own cousin, but also because... he is a face-controlling person. How could he still get angry when facing such a face?

He smiled and said hello, as if nothing had happened just now: "Ahem... Cousin Aru, why are you here?"

Mu Zhi didn't answer, and he looked into the distance, wondering what he was thinking: "I haven't been here for a long time... the scenery has changed a lot." There are only one of the lush trees in my memory.

Murong Xu was not angry, and said casually, "A few years ago, my mother thought that these trees had covered the scenery, so she ordered people to cut off and plant flowers. Cousin, look, this flower is a treasure introduced from the Western Regions, what is it called... Mansharo, the gardeners in the palace finally raised it, but now it is a scene in the palace... "

He paused and raised his eyebrows. In the distance, Murong Zhao, wearing a mysterious suit, had approached. His cold face and cold aura made Murong Xu feel a toothache.

When the two saw the favor, Murong Xu was secretly surprised. The seventh emperor brother was not a person who would come to say hello when he saw him. I don’t know if it was the arrogance raised by the queen. He usually looked indifferent to anyone, which made many people feel so angry that they were so angry.

Although Murong didn't like this very much, seeing that he was so indifferent and did not like to make friends, he put down his focus. In addition, he wanted to maintain his brother's tolerance and generosity, so he never made things difficult for him on the surface.

Although these seventh emperor brothers are from the queen, now that the queen has a prince, he may not be able to be in the same mood as the queen... Thinking of what his mother said, Murong Xu decided to win over the emperor brother who was named king with him. He was about to say hello when he saw the emperor brother, who had always been indifferent and arrogant, stretching out his hand to the tree.

Mu Zhi smiled softly, without hesitation, leap back with one hand and jumped into Murong Zhao's embrace with a faint cold fragrance.

In front of Mansharo, the intersection of the mysterious and blue clothes was as beautiful as a painted face.

Although they separated soon, Murong Xu was still stunned: "..." Is this still his cold seventh emperor brother?

Mu Zhi clenched his fist with his left hand and put it on his lips, pretending to cough lightly: "Thank you, Your Highness Yong, for your help."

Murong Zhao said lightly: "It's okay, it's just a matter of raising hands."

Murong looked around suspiciously, and could not see anything. He looked at the sky and said, "Seventh Emperor Brother, Aru's cousin, the mother's urge was anxious, I'll take a step first."

When his figure disappeared, Murong Zhao's cold expression melted instantly. His hand under his sleeve held Mu Zhi's, and snorted: "'Cousin Aru'?" Even if he was a cousin, he didn't have to scream so close, right?

Mu Zhi smiled and looked back at him, his voice was scattered, but his tone was very gentle: "'Aru', 'Muzhi' was called by them, but 'Ajiu' only belongs to 'Azhao'."

Murong Zhao felt a sweet feeling like honey in his heart. He did not notice the meaning of Mu Zhi's words, and turned his head and kissed him gently on the forehead of Ajiu. This was obviously a brainless action. His lips and warm skin were about to separate, and Murong Zhao's ears couldn't help but turn red.

Mu Zhi finally couldn't help laughing out loud. In Murong Zhao's angry eyes, he held back his laughter and changed the subject: "What are you looking at just now? Is there anything behind me?" When Murong Zhao walked over, his eyes stopped behind him for a long time.

Murong Zhao was stunned. He was silent for a while. He wanted to bring up this topic, but when the person in front of him looked at him with a smile, he couldn't help but say, "Behind you... there should be a tree."

He sighed in a silence: "That was my favorite place in the past...."

And everything was destroyed in the order that Concubine Xie said lightly. Whether it was the person in his memory or the place.

Murong Zhao looked at the bright red flowers, and his eyes flashed with cruelty. After he had his own strength, the first thing he wanted to do was to destroy them. But later, he calmed down and chose to let them grow. Every time he saw them, he would remind himself in his heart.

Mu Zhi smiled casually: "I used to like this place very much." But from his perspective, these flowers nowadays are actually quite beautiful.

Murong Zhao was immersed in his thoughts. He heard this and thought he was comforting himself and did not think too much.

They walked side by side until the number of people increased, and they separated quietly and entered the hall one by one.

Murong Zhao felt regretful. He hoped that he and Ajiu could walk side by side in front of the world without caring about the eyes of others.

——But it is not possible now. His long eyes were hanging down, covering his slightly melancholy eyes, and his suppressed aura made the surrounding air suffocate.

The fifth prince beside him gritted his teeth and smiled, hoping that Murong Xu would be there quickly for the first time. At least with him in the middle, he would not feel so cold.

...

The banquet officially began after the emperor and empress took their seats.

Emperor Yongping looked at Mu Zhi specifically and saw that he arrived on time today, but he was a little uncomfortable: "Why did Jiulang come so early today? This is not like you!"

Mu Zhi raised his glass calmly, drank it all, and said lazily, "Your Majesty's fine wine and beautiful women here are hard to come here, how can you not come here early?"

Emperor Yongping thought that the beauty he was talking about was the dancer at the banquet, so he couldn't help but laugh and said generously: "If Jiulang likes anyone, just take it back home!"

"So, thank you Your Majesty." Mu Zhi did not refuse.

Only Murong Zhao noticed that Mu Zhi glanced at him when he said this, with a deep cramp in his eyes. He lowered his head and poured wine. He looked calm, but his heart was beating very quickly, half shameful and half sweet.

In a daze, the wine spilled out of the pot and dripped onto the table. He didn't realize it, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he felt a little proud in his heart. He was the only one in his eyes.

...

After half a tour of wine, the wine was filled with wine, and it was so happy. On the high platform, Emperor Yongping suddenly turned black. He was so angry that he trembled all over. He could only calm down with the queen's consolation. Only the hands in his sleeves were still shaking uncontrollably.
Chapter completed!