But when you see his face, you will be surprised, and then it will be a pity.
Because a hideous scar crossed the bridge of his nose diagonally, the wound looked like a few years ago, but at this moment, it still seemed shocking, enough to imagine the danger at the time.
"Brother Ning Yuan, it turns out that you are here, so you can make me look for it!" A man wearing a magnificent satin robe, a golden crown on his head, red lips and white teeth, trot across the flowers.
Ning Yuan lifted his eyelids when he heard the sound, and when he saw the person coming, he lowered his head again and looked through the military book in his hand unhurriedly.
His loose sleeves are pulled up to his elbows. From the appearance, he is a little thin or even weak, but from his forearm, you can find that the smooth and thin muscles cover the hand bones, and they fight on the battlefield one by one. The scars left are the medals left by him as the general king.
"Brother Ning Yuan, why do you ignore me!"
The man panted and ran to Ning Yuan to sit down. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he did not know why he had gotten around Ning Yuan, who was nearly ten years older than him.
Seeing that Ning Yuan was reading the book by himself without putting him in his eyes, he was dull and angry for a while, and raised his hand to get rid of the luxuriant magnolia flower that had already reached his arm.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly felt a sharp look coming. He retracted his hand in a jealousy, and he heard the warning in the next second, "Don't touch my flower, Li Zhao." There was no ups and downs in his tone, his voice was low, but It makes it easy for people around him to hear the unpleasantness in his tone.
Li Zhao, the Ninth Prince of the Kingdom of Li, is now the King of Zhao. Maternal grandfather's status is distinguished, mother concubine is also a noble concubine in the palace, he has only such a son, naturally a favorite, and only hate to give enough.
It is also for this reason that Li Zhao was young. After he went out of the palace to build a mansion, he learned how to hang around the flowers, and came to harass Ning Yuan from time to time.
Fortunately, although his temperament is stubborn, but his heart is not bad, Ning Yuan can still bear it.
"Brother Ning Yuan, it is said that you are the god of murder on the battlefield, the jade-faced Yama, but in my opinion, it is not necessarily true!" Li Zhao pulled out Ning Yuan's military script and said.
Ning Yuan raised his eyebrows and poured a cup of tea on himself. Neither refute nor answer.
Fortunately, Li Zhao had known this person's character a long time ago, otherwise, he would really think he was arrogant and would not put the royal family in his eyes.
"Look at you. There is nothing to do on weekdays, that is, enjoying flowers, reading books, tasting tea, and occasionally calling you out. You never pay attention to it. Could it be that you still have to cultivate yourself in the house?"
Hearing this, Ning Yuan raised his eyebrows. His pupils were extremely light in color, appearing gray. When they were soaked in sunlight, they suddenly looked like two glass balls. He nodded lightly without any interest, and asked, "No?"
Li Zhao was angry, "Naturally yes! But I'm not afraid that you will have a bad body, look at you, you don't want to marry you because your father gives you a marriage, you don't want to give you a beautiful woman, although you accept it, you never want to get involved. , You..." Before the words finished, he suddenly widened his eyes, cautiously approached, and asked: "Brother Ning Yuan, don't you... like men?"
"cough-"
Just after drinking the tea from the import, Ning Yuan finally had some extra expressions. He glanced at Li Zhao, "The emperor was still talking to me yesterday. When talking about you..."
"Wait!" Li Zhao had a headache when he thought of his father. It was nothing more than seeing that he was too comfortable and had to arrange an errand for him, but he couldn't sit still.