Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Chapter 927: Peace in this world

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He bent down and picked up the sword, took out the handkerchief and wiped the sword carefully. He silently put the sword back into its scabbard, then turned and entered the study.

There are two letters on the table, just like yesterday.

One letter came from the capital of Dali, and the other came from the capital of Beidi.

One letter warmed his heart and made him read it over and over again, and one letter made him shocked, stunned and even angry.

He looked at the familiar small regular script with hairpins on the envelope, and his hands gradually clenched into fists. He suddenly took the letter and wanted to tear it up, but he still put the letter back silently.

The lips that had been tense suddenly tightened in a mocking tone.

He found it ridiculous.

It's just ridiculous.

His mother, who had forced him to fight for power since he was a child and even used the life of his eldest sister as a bargaining chip, was now trying to persuade him to stop.

For what she calls "I have worked hard for my mother for half my life, and now I just want stability in this world."

So what does the dedication and patience he and his eldest sister have put in over the years count

What is the happiness and joy that he and his eldest sister were deprived of

How could something so ridiculous happen

How could it happen to him

Moreover, the so-called "stability in this world" actually came from the hands of his half-brother.

He remembered that in the study just now, Zhao Jingting sneered at the eldest prince of Tubo, and for a moment, his hands clenched into fists.

Mu Nanshan stared at the letter with uncontrollable hatred. He had never hated him so much. Not when he was forced to separate from his eldest sister, not when someone cut off his fingers, not when his mother was killed by someone. When you are defiled, there is no...

He always thought that he was the kind of person whose reason was far superior to his emotions, so he never thought that there would be particularly strong love and hate in him, but what was it that made him grit his teeth now

He really hates it.

But he didn't know what he hated.

Do you hate your mother for the pressure and persecution over the years, or do you hate your mother for finding your own "settle in this world" despite his and his eldest sister's efforts and circumstances

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. In the end, the letter turned into snowflakes in his hands. He got up and walked to the window, raising the handful of snowflakes expressionlessly.

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August 18, the 28th year of Jiasheng

Southern Xinjiang.

Southwest Army Camp.

Because of his back injury, Zhou Chi has been in Southern Xinjiang for three days. The injury on his back has mostly healed. It has scabs now. It looks like it will be healed, but it has reached the point where it is extremely itchy. It was very hot and muggy in southern Xinjiang at this time, and it was even more uncomfortable when his back was soaked in sweat all day long. Zhou Chi really didn't dare to wear more clothes. He only wore a thin silk jacket all day long, which was naturally inconvenient. He had to go out to the big tent, but he was really busy. All the discounts from Guangxi were being sent here. He had a lot of things to deal with all day long, and he didn't have time to go out.

"Let's try this ointment later. I went on an inspection yesterday and tried it with the local southwest veterans. They said it was the most refreshing and anti-itching ointment." Lu Zhicheng came in through the curtain and handed a white porcelain medicine jar to Zhou Chi. , while putting a handkerchief on to wipe his face, he added, "I have inquired clearly. There are borneol, rhizome, rosin, and cnidium in here. They are all anti-itching and muscle-building. They are just right for you."

Zhou Chi put the brush back into the pen holder, opened the lid, and looked at the dark ointment inside. The cool herbal fragrance immediately came from the jar. Just smelling the smell made him feel much more comfortable. Zhou Chi Chi raised his chin to Lu Zhicheng and said with a smile, "Thank you very much!"