Huan Moche's Huan Pavilion is very quiet, unlike Han Xuanhao's Han Pavilion, which is full of warm and red decorations. Except for some calligraphy and paintings, it is full of books, or it is hard-to-find pen and ink. Don't have a taste.
Both of them are beautiful men and they are both very delicate, but Han Xuanhao belongs to the male and female evil charm, while Huan Moche belongs to the gentle and gentle, both of them have their own charms but they are exclusive. coquettish.
Huan Moche sneaked his subordinates out, and there were only two people left in the entire Huan Pavilion. Huan Moche poured a glass of wine for Han Xuanhao himself. The sunny weather just now was covered by dark clouds, and even the Huan Pavilion had changed. Darkness sinks.
"What's your intention to stay by the prince's side?" Huan Moche asked with a smile, his smile was as gentle as a big brother with sunshine next door, but those who knew Huan Moche knew that the warmer his smile was, the better his heart was. is to kill.
Han Xuanhao looked a little wary of the hostility of the Zuo Xiang in front of him. The Zuo Xiang has always been hostile to himself, but today there are many strange rejections.
"I don't understand what Master Zuo Xiang is talking about, of course the people who are the prince of the slave family must stay by the prince's side!" Han Xuanhao raised the wine glass in his pure white hand and smiled, but his long and narrow eyes cast a cold light. .
Huan Moche directly grabbed Han Xuanhao's hand and said when Han Xuanhao was about to start, "You disguised well at least at first, I didn't realize that you turned out to be a man, but Master Han, you have an aura on your body. It's too obvious, that's not what a brothel woman should have, and your eyes on the prince are too obvious, do you really think everyone is a fool?"
At first, everyone was shocked by Han Xuanhao's beauty and didn't think much about how he was dressed. However, when he slowly approached him, he was a careful person, so he clearly found the difference between Han Xuanhao and his excessive height and height. A slender figure, a flat chest, and wide fingers and chest are not what a woman should have, and this Han Xuanhao often forgets to use his own voice when he is around the prince, so it is easy to see him. gender.
Han Xuanhao took his hand back and his smile remained unchanged, "Whether the slave family is male or female, the slave family belongs to the prince, please don't be light on the slave family!" He also looked at the direction of the prince's palace and complained. meaning is very obvious.
Huan Moche felt that he had never seen such a faceless and skinless man. Even if a man disguised himself as a woman, he would not admit that he was envious.
"You can rest assured that this son has no interest in you at all!" Huan Moche said dissatisfiedly, "You haven't told this son, your intention to stay by the prince's side?" Is it an attempt to gain power or a person like the prince? In fact, Huan Moche knew very well in his heart, but he still asked.
Han Xuanhao glanced at Huan Mo Che, and his delicacy of pretending to be a woman faded, making him even more delusional. "Of course, the prince is the one who planned the slave family. Otherwise, what kind of power can make the slave family stay here? But... Lord Zuo Xiang. What? Living in the Prince's Mansion and doing so many things for the Prince to enter the court, what is the picture of Lord Zuo Xiang?"
I clearly know how good the prince is, and I know that there are countless people, both men and women, who will fall in love with the prince, but Han Xuanhao still has some headaches. He seems to have such a strong rival before he can deal with the prince. When will spring come
Huan Moche looked at the wine glass on the table, and smiled lightly, "Since Young Master Han already knows, why bother to ask this Young Master? What this Young Master only asks for is a seat by the Prince's side, which doesn't seem to hinder Young Master Han. , Young Master Han doesn't have to look at this Young Master like this!"
"A place? Are you sure that the prince has a place for you in his heart?" Han Xuanhao mocked, not to mention that Huan Moche is by his side, the prince is just used to himself, so there is no place for them in his heart.
"Prince doesn't have a place in my heart, but neither does you. Everyone is the same, and the prince is not yours alone!" Huan Moche's face turned cold, he was very disgusted that Han Xuanhao always planned the prince in his people.
"Hehe, but the slave family is now holding the identity of the prince, and you are just the prince's minion!" Han Xuanhao put down the wine glass in his hand, "I know how good the prince is, but who can grab a seat in the prince's heart? Other than that, it depends on your ability, but if you let this deity know that you hurt the prince, Lord Zuo Xiang, this deity will make you regret it!" After speaking, Han Xuanhao left the Magic Pavilion, he still has many things to deal with, and today I know that With Huan Moche's thoughts, he didn't want to kill, but he knew very well that this person was of great use to the prince, and he must not harm any interests of the prince.
Huan Moche drank the sake from the wine glass in his hand and almost choked himself, but the warm voice was in the corner of his mouth, "I will not hurt the prince if I hurt anyone, because I love him..." After speaking bitterly Smile, sad.
Since Shang Wuxin's menstrual period came, they have been sleeping in the dormitory for the past few days, and Han Xuanhao and Huan Moche will come to the prince's dormitory every day to visit the prince. For the first two days, neither of them could enter. The palace could only stand outside for a while and leave, and Shang Wuxin only let the two come in on the third day.
Because Huan Moche is very busy every day, the left minister has a lot of affairs, so he comes to the prince's bedroom every morning to visit the prince for a while, and then leaves after telling the prince what happened in the court. However, Han Xuanhao did not leave when he came to the prince's bedroom every day, and had to accompany the prince to eat every day before being driven away by the prince.
The two of them were relieved when they saw that there was nothing wrong with the prince's body, but they were all concerned about the old disease on the prince's body.
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In the luxurious and spacious study, a man in purple sat behind a desk and kept reviewing the book in his hand. From time to time, he picked up a brush to write something on the book, and then put it down to move on to the next book. Repeatedly, the man in purple did not. A trace of impatience.
The man in purple has an elegant demeanor, and even the act of critiquing a book is fascinated. The purple robe on his body is gorgeous and not vulgar, the robe with gold piping trims his nobility incomparably, and the thin waist is tied with a white jade belt, which looks outstanding and has a high temperament.
"My lord, a letter from Shangguo!" The distance took the letter and walked into the study immediately. Usually, the steps are always steady and a little hasty. It was presented to the prince in time, and now I still remember how cold the prince's eyes were at the beginning, and since then, as long as someone from afar receives a letter from the Prince's Mansion of Shang Kingdom, he can run faster than anyone else, which makes many servants of Prince Qian's Mansion think that Something big is going to happen recently.
Nangongqian put down the book in his hand and threw the brush in his hand and took the letter in the distant hand. After unpacking it, he carefully looked at the contents of the letter, but the more he looked at Nangongqian's face, the colder he became. Even those phoenix eyes were fierce, which made the distance go back a few steps and quickly left the study.
After reading the letter, Nangong Qian destroyed the letter and sat behind the desk, closing his eyes, but the worry in his eyebrows was obvious. Every time he received information from the Prince's Mansion of Shang Kingdom, it was just the daily life of some princes. Even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, it gave him a feeling that he was with Prince Shang.
But today's letter said that Prince Shang had suffered from an old illness, and he had been training in the Prince's mansion for several days before he left the palace. Nangong Qian couldn't help but think of the strangeness and inappropriateness of Prince Shang on that rainy night. become like this? Old sickness attack? Why can't he take good care of himself? Nangong Qian feels that if Prince Shang is in front of him now, he must teach this bear child a good lesson.
"If only Ye Yizhe hadn't been designed to let Ye Yizhe leave at the beginning!" Nangongqian said with some remorse. At that time, he was thinking that he would be jealous, for fear that Ye Yizhe would capture the prince's heart during the period of his departure, so he deliberately He made trouble with Ye Yizhe's voice from Nangong Kingdom and led Ye Yizhe to Nangong Kingdom, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen.
After a while, Nangongqian opened his eyes and looked at the book in front of him. It seemed that he had to deal with these matters as soon as possible and go to the Kingdom of Shang.
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A well-decorated wing room with a little medicinal incense burning inside. The decoration of the room is pure white, with a white carpet and a white curtain. There is also a man in white clothes. At this time, the man is holding the medicinal herbs in his hand and keeps experimenting. , The eyebrows are all serious and cautious.
The man in white looks very obsessed with the medicinal herbs. His temperament is like Tianshan snow lotus, with willow eyebrows and star eyes, jade face and red lips. , people can't wait to turn into the medicinal materials in his hands to get his attention.
"Come in!" Ye Yizhe's voice was as clean and clear as snow lotus. On weekdays, as long as he was studying medicine and medicinal herbs, no one would dare to disturb him, but only his subordinate Xiao Bao would disturb him. Zhe knew exactly what it was for.
Xiaobao walked into the room very lightly, for fear of disturbing the master, put down the letter in his hand, and walked out of the room quietly, standing outside the room and exhaled, thinking that he had walked out of the gate of hell. Thinking that the master has not been taking care of many things in the business or researching medicinal materials for a long time, but even if he persuaded him, it was useless. At this time, Xiaobao realized that only the Prince Shang could make the master different. .
Ye Yizhe put down the medicinal herbs in his hands, took out the handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, a little annoyed. After so long, he still hadn't figured out how to detoxify the prince without harming the body. Zhe is a little frustrated and anxious. He will always remember the cool lips of the young man, which has become his sweet dream every night these days.
The clean, jade-white hand took the letter and opened it. At first, the corner of Ye Yizhe's mouth was slightly raised like the warm sun on the iceberg, but when he saw Ye Yizhe, he threw the letter away, feeling still in his heart. Ye Yizhe, who was constantly irritable and had no emotions from childhood to adulthood, was very uncomfortable.
After standing there for a long time, Ye Yizhe picked up the letter again, but when he saw "Prince is now safe and sound", his irritability relaxed slightly, and then he began to doubt again. He clearly gave the prince a pulse. In addition to being poisoned, the prince is too weak. Why didn't he find out that the prince had an old disease? Thinking about Ye Yizhe, he was even more dissatisfied with his medical skills. He was called a genius doctor by the world but couldn't save the people he cared about most. Ye Yizhe was sulking.
But when the sullenness was over, Ye Yizhe obediently went to the medicinal herbs and began to study it. He couldn't help thinking that there were still people waiting for him to save him. To heal the prince.
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The yellow sand filled the sky, the high city walls blocked the enemy's footsteps, and the simple tents lined up on the yellow sand to dot the empty frontier, and even the scorching sun overhead was very scorching.
In the middle and largest tent among all the tents, a man in a black robe was constantly looking at the distribution map in his hand. The man was wearing a black robe, which outlined his tall and straight figure. The hair naturally hangs down from the side of the cheek, the eyes as deep as the sea are like obsidian, glittering with the icy luster of glass, the facial features like knife-cut, are indescribably handsome, just standing there like this, can't say elegant Out of the dust, handsome as a god.
When He Lanjin handed the letter in his hand to Leng Yufeng, his face was really weird. Although he also admires the prince and thinks it is a wise thing for the general to be loyal to the prince, recently He Lanjin always feels that the general pays too much attention to the prince. feel inappropriate.
"It's still not going!" Leng Yufeng said dissatisfiedly looking at He Lanjin who was still standing there.
He Lanjin immediately withdrew, but his doubts became bigger and bigger, but he just couldn't figure it out. Forget it, He Lanjin felt that the general was a person with a sense of proportion, and he was too worried.
After taking the letter, Leng Yufeng was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he hadn't seen the prince for a long time. He used to think that everything was good here, but now he feels that nothing is good because there is no such young man named Shang Wuxin here. His military skills can help the prince, and he really wants to see the prince.
After reading the letter, Leng Yufeng's brows did not loosen. Thinking of the prince's body, he thought why he didn't know the prince early, and protected the prince by his side when he was young, so that the prince would not After suffering so much, in the future, no matter what, you must not miss the prince, and you must protect the prince no matter what your status is.
After destroying the letter, Leng Yufeng picked up the letter paper and wanted to write a letter to the prince, but after holding the brush for a long time, Leng Yufeng didn't know that he was writing.
Prince? No, that title is too unfamiliar.
Careless? No, this title is too standard, and it can't express my feelings at all.
heart? This is very good, but if the prince sees it, he is afraid that he will destroy himself, but he really likes this title. My heart, my heart, my heart...
After a long time, Leng Yufeng didn't write a word, and angrily threw away the writing brush and went straight out of the camp to train troops, but today the entire military camp was trembling with fear, because General Leng was training the soldiers like a madman. When the soldiers saw General Leng, they wanted to run just as they saw the King of Hell.