The wind on the border was still blowing coldly.

Through a series of cleanings and erosions, Murong Zhao finally established a preliminary power in the border. At this time, while he was writing a memorial to hand it to Emperor Yongping, he listened to the secret guards' reports to the imperial capital.

"His Highness Cheng is about to marry Ge's daughter, and the auspicious day is set on the ninth day of next month."

Murong Zhao ordered without raising his head: "I asked someone to prepare a generous gift to send it to the imperial capital." This is what he meant not to go back.

Wen Sanro, who was sitting at the bottom of the head, nodded, recorded it, and prepared to give orders for a while.

"In addition, the Xie family in the imperial capital seems to be preparing for a marriage."

Murong Zhao looked up.

"It is rumored that Mr. Xie Jiu, who is famous in the imperial capital, is getting married. The prince's mansion is asking, should I prepare a gift to send?" Considering that his master and Mr. Xie Jiu seem to have a good relationship, the caring butler asked more in the news.

Murong Zhao paused in his hand, and the thick black ink dripped from the tip of the pen, vaguely blew on the white rice paper.

"Young Master Xie Jiu... are you going to get married?" Murong Zhao chewed these words in an unknown way.

The secret guard was puzzled, but continued, "I heard that it was General Jian's daughter. The Xie family is already preparing wedding banquets and betrothal gifts."

After a long time, the secret guard looked up in confusion and quickly lowered.

——Oh my God, the Lord actually laughed? He still laughed so frivolously...

On the ninth day of the fifth month, it is advisable to marry.

Murong Xu was surprised in wedding outfit. He didn't expect that his emperor brother, who was far away from the border, would come to attend his wedding thousands of miles away.

"The Seventh Emperor is so polite. Just send someone to send a gift. I will naturally know what you want," Murong said Reiluo.

Murong Zhao glanced at him indifferently and didn't say anything.

Murong thought he was exhausted all the way and was not angry: "Brother, please come in quickly, you have a good wedding wine later!"

Murong Zhao walked into the hall, and everything he saw was full of gorgeous clothes and laughter. In the midst of the excitement, he ignored all the backgrounds and saw Mu Zhi, who stood out as conspicuous as a flock of chickens.

Ajiu has lost weight and is still beautiful. The calmness in his eyes makes him look much more mature, and he has a vague charm than before, making people crazy.

He was talking to a young man in fine clothes, smiling and smiling. His familiar appearance made Murong Zhao feel depressed. The young man looked even more admiring. His eyes looked at Mu Zhi very hot, which made him feel irritated.

He walked forward with a cold face and heard others calling the young man "General Jian".

He stopped and slowed down.

Jian... The one who married the Xie family was said to be the one who wanted to marry Ajiu, who was the one who wanted to marry him.

After walking a few meters behind them, Murong Zhao's excellent ears made him hear the enthusiastic voice of General Jian: "When we become relatives in the future, the Ninth Prince must not see you..."

Mu Zhi smiled, like a jade-like radiant brilliance, and it made people unable to see it: "In this case, why did Brother Jian still call me 'June Master'? If you don't dislike it, call me 'Jiulang'."

——He did not deny that Murong Zhao's heart sank to the bottom.

Behind him, the maid's timid voice sounded: "Your Highness, please come to the seat here."

Her voice was not small, and General Jian and Mu Zhidu heard it. General Jian turned his head and saw the prince who had already emerged at the border. He couldn't help but bow to signal, but Murong Zhao ignored it directly. He stared at Mu Zhi, and saw that the man just glanced at him lightly and glanced at him as if he had seen nothing. He continued to drink freely, and was anxious and angry, and had a slight grievance.

He had a calm face, turned around in the maid's expression that was about to cry, and went to the arranged seat. He sat down calmly, but his mind was spinning wildly.

——As long as...abandoned Jian, no one would rob him of Ajiu.

A dark look flashed in his eyes. Murong Zhao raised his head and drank a glass of wine. The sharp aura on his body scared people around him who wanted to come forward to chat with him.

Yong, why did King Yong become so terrible after he came back from the border?

During the whole wedding banquet, Murong Zhao didn't say a word, and no one dared to come forward to persuade him to drink. Murong Xu Ben intended to take this opportunity to win over this younger brother, but when he saw his cold face, he remembered his stinky and tough temper, he decided not to make bad luck for himself, and entered the new house amid everyone's laughter.

Murong Zhao glared at the light-colored figure and stood up and left. He put down his wine glass and after a moment, he left the hall without any noticeability.

Under the report of the secret guard, Murong Zhao found a drunken boy in the rockery in the garden. Mu Zhi couldn't bear to drink and fell asleep leaning on the rockery.

Even though Murong Zhao blamed him in his heart, he still couldn't help but feel pity when he saw this. He strode forward, untied his cloak and put it on the man, and then carefully picked up the boy. Worried that he would wake up the man, Murong Zhao whispered to the secret guard: "Prepare the horse and go home."

When he returned to the bedroom of the palace, Murong Zhao put Muzhi on the bed. The boy's long hair was as scattered as ink and satin, and his face was red. The momentary charm made Murong Zhao shook his eyes.

"Um..." Even though Murong Zhao's movements were very careful, Mu Zhi woke up in a daze. The young man who seemed to be still drunk raised his eyes lazily. When he saw Murong Zhao, he narrowed his eyes lightly, as if he was identifying who it was. Then he let out a self-deprecating chuckling, stroked his forehead with his hand, and said to himself: "I'm so drunk..."

Seeing that he was staggering and trying to get up, Murong Zhao couldn't help but strode forward to support him and hold him in his arms.

Mu Zhi did not refuse, but instead leaned his head on his shoulder and rubbed it affectionately.

Murong Zhao's heart trembled, and there was indescribable softness. He still muttered to himself as he heard the man in his ears: "Well... Ah Zhao... In his dream, why are you still so thin..."

Murong Zhao's eyes gradually softened, and he whispered: "If you are not by my side, I am not thinking about food and food, how can I not lose weight?" He said in the end.

He hugged the person in his arms tighter, and his tone was questioning and tempting: "Ajiu, are you really going to get married?"

Mu Zhi's eyes seemed to have mist. After being drunk, he seemed to have a great reaction to the word "marriage": "My marriage? I...I'm not married..." He said sadly, "My A Zhao is going to marry...My A Zhao..."

Murong Zhao frowned and said in a deep voice: "When did I say I want to get married?"

"You, you are going to get married to Miss Xiao..." Mu Zhi's eyes were blurred and he suddenly sneered, "I am at the border... has it affected your interactions with Miss Xiao?"

Killed by the self-deprecating in his words, Murong Zhao stared in his eyes and said fiercely: "Without Miss Xiao, how could Miss Xiao come from? It's just Xiao Luocheng's wishful thinking!" He leaned his head on Mu Zhi's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "When I get the military power of Xiao... I promise that they will never appear in front of you again..."

Mu Zhi didn't know if he understood it, but he still arched in his arms, looking very restless. Murong Zhao felt affectionate in his heart, and remembered Mu Zhi's previous words and asked: "What's going on with you and Jian?" Thinking of what the Jian family man said, "I'm going to be relatives soon." He felt like a thorn was stuck in his heart.

Mu Zhi blinked his eyes, thought for a while before saying, "Jane...Jane is going to get married to my Juro..."

Murong Zhao was at the top and famous. If he wanted to marry, he would naturally put him first. How could it be Xie Jiajuro's turn? He must have refused this marriage... I'm afraid he'd suffered a lot?

Holding his wrists that had lost a lot, Murong Zhao felt both distressed and happy, and hugged him for a while and couldn't bear to let go.

However, gradually, he felt something was wrong. Mu Zhi rubbed in his arms and let out a low breath. As soon as Murong Zhao saw him, he knew that he was a popular medicine among the nobles of the aristocrats.

Although this medicine is not harmful to the body, it is very exciting to take with wine. Murong Zhao's eyes are deep: Who secretly put the medicine in Ajiu's cup? If he didn't find his Ajiu, what will happen next...

There was murderous intent flashing in my eyes. When I looked at the person in my arms, it became softer again, and there was a hint of hesitation in this softness.

Before he could make up his mind, Mu Zhi, who couldn't bear it, threw him down. The confused style that emerged from his uncomfortable appearance made Murong Zhao's breathing stagnate.

"Ajiu..." Murong Zhao's voice was hoarse. A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he finally refused and let the movements of the people on his body.

One-night stand.

Although he was very tired, Murong Zhao still got up very early as before. After washing and changing clothes, the secret guards whispered to the report: "Master, news comes from the border, Hu Kou is ready to move... Mr. Zheng asks you to return to the camp immediately."

Murong Zhao nodded. He said quietly: "Prepare the horse and get up in a quarter of an hour."

When the secret guard left, he walked into the bedroom and stared at Mu Zhi's face, which was still sleeping for a while.

"Ajiu..." His fingers gently depicted his delicate and white face. Murong Zhao put his head close to Mu Zhi's ears, and his tone had a more intimate smile and determination, "Wait for me."

...

Mu Zhi woke up in Prince Cheng's Mansion. Mu Rongxu shook his head and said half complaining and half teasingly: "Yesterday everyone thought you were gone, but after looking for you for a long time, you can't help but find a room to fall asleep soundly."

Mu Zhi rubbed his head, his tone was lazy and confused: "Is that right?"

Murong Xu was surprised: "Don't you remember it?"

Mu Zhi was a little distressed: "I felt like I had a dream..." He felt a split headache, and he paused and stopped thinking, "Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Murong Xu breathed a sigh of relief with guilt.

Yesterday he was really obsessed with it, so he promised his mother to drug his cousin's cup, "so that he could see the taste of a woman and not reject the birth of a child." If something happened accidentally last night, he would have no place to cry! Fortunately, nothing happened to his cousin Aru.

...

Time passes like a flash of time, and two years have passed in a flash.

Mu Zhi still lives in the Taoist temple, and occasionally goes to Concubine Xie’s Yongjia Palace to chat with her to relieve her boredom. Although Mr. Xie no longer forces him to get married, he seems to have given up on him. Even though Jiulang of the Xie family became more and more famous, he has made countless students and famous scholars admire him, he no longer has the pride as before, and he no longer mentions this young son in front of others.

Even after Mu Zhi returned to the Xie family for a few more days, he would still urge him to go back to Daoguan with a stern face.

Looking at the lonely back of her son, Mrs. Xie secretly wiped her tears: "Why are you so cruel?"

Mr. Xie did not answer, and after a long time he sighed: "The news came from the palace that Your Majesty's body has become worse and worse."

Mrs. Xie was stunned and hesitated, "Will this be more beneficial to us? The prince is young..."

"The prince is young, so it's not worth worrying about... but King Yong is afraid he is unjust." Mr. Xie frowned. I wonder if it was his illusion, but King Yong seemed quite cold to the Xie family?

"The current aristocratic family is no longer the aristocratic family that was thirty years ago." Mr. Xie said, "I am afraid that if King Cheng cannot ascend the throne, the first one after the new emperor takes office will be the first to attack our Xie family. Ah Ru is not involved in the government affairs, which is very good; it will be better if he is far away from his family. Even for the sake of fame, the new emperor will not touch him."

Thinking about the momentum of King Yong's increasing popularity in the border in the past two years, a trace of worry flashed in Mr. Xie's eyes. Now everyone is staring at the prince and Wei family, which gives King Yong, who is out of the matter, enough time to hide his strength and accumulate strength. He has been blocked back several times, making it difficult for people to understand the thoughts and true strength of the Highness. This can't continue like this... Mr. Xie narrowed his eyes.

However, what was unexpected was that before Mr. Xie could do anything, Emperor Yongping suddenly became seriously ill and was in a panic.

At the border, Murong Zhao was setting up personnel arrangements in the imperial capital. He buried the line for a long time and finally showed its usefulness bit by bit.

After touching the bamboo hairpin in his arms, which he regarded as treasured, Murong Zhao's eyes were dark. Two years ago, he thought everything had been resolved, so he even gave up his composure and let the man go all night... But in the end, the man never sent a letter.

He felt awkward, and he felt a little aggrieved. All his usual calmness and rationality disappeared. He simply stood up like anger and only secretly inquired about all the news about the man.

——Until the news that Emperor Yongping was seriously ill came.
Chapter completed!