Rarely, Shang Wuxin and Huan Moche went to the morning court together today.
The ministers are immune to the fact that the prince does not come to the early court from time to time. After all, even the emperor doesn't care what they can say as a minister. Even if someone wants to say something, they will only be beaten by Zuo Xiang, and then be reprimanded by the emperor. After a while, it caused the matter of the prince to turn a blind eye even for an old minister, and Shang Wuxin was the only prince in several countries who didn't like beauty and man, but he still held the position of the prince.
"Royal Father, the Lantern Festival is coming soon! I wonder if Father Emperor will go to the Wanfo Temple to light up the lights for this year's Lantern Festival?" I am very fond of the fourth prince.
The Lantern Festival in the Kingdom of Shang is a festival to pray for blessings. On that night, the streets were full of lanterns. Every household would come out with lanterns to set off the lanterns. The Emperor of Shang went to the national temple of the Kingdom of Shang to light the lights for the Kingdom of Shang. Pray for good weather in the coming year.
In previous years, Emperor Shang had to light lanterns, and this year was no exception, but there was one important point. That is, the maintenance of the order of the annual Lantern Festival is arranged by the prince, which also started many years ago.
Emperor Shang thought for a while and nodded, "Well, this year, I will also go to light the lights myself!" Then he looked at the courtiers below, and saw the prince standing there wearing court clothes, "The safety of the Lantern Festival must be arranged, prince. , I ordered you not only to protect the waters of the Wanfo Temple, but also to protect the safety of the people in the capital!"
Because in a lantern festival five years ago, people were walking by the river to set off lanterns, and there were too many stampede accidents at one time, and then a good lantern festival in Japan turned out that many people were killed and injured, that is, from that time onwards every year The Lantern Festival also has officers and soldiers in the capital to protect the people and prevent some accidents from happening.
The prince saluted, "The minister obeys the order!" At the moment when the prince raised his eyes slightly, he and Shang Ancang, who was standing in front, exchanged glances with each other. They thought that what they were doing was very obscure, but they didn't want to stand there, Huan Moche. He brought up a gentle, terrifying smile.
In the morning, it was already late when Shang Wuxin and Huan Moche came to the Tianxia Building. Since they didn't have breakfast, they sat in the Tianxia Building and started having breakfast while they were sitting. Go to the street market below.
Although there are still a few days before the lantern festival, there are many vendors selling lanterns in the street market below. Shang Wuxin has never experienced this festival before, but for a while, there is some interest, looking at the various lanterns below with a faint smile .
"Xin'er likes it?" Huan Moche looked at the young man sitting opposite him with a teacup in his hand. The young man held chopsticks in one hand and still had cakes in his mouth, but the young man's actions were not rude, but rather cute.
Shang Wuxin didn't respond for a while and asked, "What do you like?" For Shang Wuxin, he likes very few things, and what he likes will disappear in the end, so it is better to take care of his heart from the beginning, but the men around him are A beautiful accident.
Huan Moche raised his chin slightly and looked at the lanterns below, his voice contained a unique indifference, "Fancy lanterns, Xin'er likes these gadgets?" Although it seems strange for a man to like these things, if Shang Wuxin likes these things Huan Moche felt that there was nothing strange about it.
like? Shang Wuxin took a closer look and felt that these lanterns were very unique and really good, but I couldn't talk about liking the night, it was just a novelty, so Shang Wuxin took back his eyes and continued to eat breakfast, "It's okay!"
Huan Moche glanced at the lanterns below, thought a little in his heart, then smiled, put down the tea cup in his hand and brought some dishes for Shang Wuxin, but unfortunately, a picky eater only eats what he likes. And the appetite is not very good.
"It's not good to be picky eaters, Yi Zhe said that you have to eat a little of a lot of things!" Huan Moche put some vegetables in Shang Wuxin's bowl, and put the pastry and other things that should not have appeared on the table. Give the end away.
Looking at the things in the bowl, Shang Wuxin is a little disgusted. She can eat weeds and drink the blood of animals without food, but if the circumstances allow, Shang Wuxin is very picky and even difficult to serve.
Seeing Shang Wuxin still not moving the dishes in the bowl, Huan Moche sighed helplessly, and his voice contained tolerance, "Picky eating is not a good thing, does Xin'er want me to feed you?" The tenderness at the corners of his mouth was a bit of a smile.
Shang Wuxin looked at the man who started to show off again and was very speechless, he put down his chopsticks and ended the breakfast. The head of Tianxialou hurriedly stepped forward to remove the things on the table, and immediately retreated, for fear of disturbing the two of them.
"Is there a plan for the day of the Lantern Festival?" Huan Moche asked, he was afraid that if he didn't ask, Shang Wuxin might not tell him at all. .
Shang Wuxin shook his head, "There is no plan yet! But I think that day will be very exciting, I'm looking forward to it!"
Huan Moche, who was still a little worried, saw Shang Wuxin's appearance that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and knew that Shang Wuxin knew this matter. Although he really wanted to help and even arrange things, he thought of Nangongqian's letter. He suppressed it. Nangongqian told himself that he could protect Shang Wuxin but not restrict Shang Wuxin. Now that he wants to come to Nangong Qian, he really understands Shang Wuxin. How can such a person hide behind others? She has always been at the front. that one.
"If there's anything I can do to help..."
Shang Wuxin waved her hand, "My man, is it possible that I'm being polite?" Although Shang Wuxin doesn't depend on others, she doesn't know too much about her own people. Maybe she has a possessiveness, so for Shang Wuxin Whether these men or their power, she has never been divided.
Huan Moche heard Shang Wuxin's domineering words, and instead of being unhappy, he nodded obediently, "Of course, I'm all yours, and everything else is yours!" Thinking of this, Huan Moche suddenly stood up, bent down and approached Shang Wuxin, who was sitting across from him.
"Xin'er, since I'm all yours, you..." Huan Moche stretched out his hand and suddenly clasped the back of Shang Wuxin's head, dropped a deep kiss, and released Shang Wuxin when Shang Wuxin's breathing was a little uncomfortable, slightly mute "When did Xin'er correct my name?"
After all, although Shang Wuxin admitted and accepted Huan Moche, he never left Huan Moche resting in the bedroom, let alone what happened. Huan Moche is not in a hurry. A person of color, otherwise, he would not have been clean after so many years, he just wanted to use certain things to be sure.
Shang Wuxin stood up directly and walked to Mo Che's room in the building of the world. There were many new paintings that did not exceed Shang Wuxin's expectations. The same thing was that the people in the paintings were all of him, and many of them looked like Shang Wuxin himself. have never been found.
Huan Moche followed Shang Wuxin into the room. He felt a little embarrassed when he saw the portraits of Shang Wuxin all over the room, but seeing many of the newly painted Shang Wuxins in these portraits recently made him feel satisfied.
"Xin'er, it's been cold at night lately!" Huan Moche walked behind Shang Wuxin and wanted to work hard for his own welfare, but he didn't want Shang Wuxin to suddenly sit on Huan Moche's big white bed, facing the Huan Moche hooked his hands.
Huan Moche's peach blossom eyes are shining. Although he feels that the world is safe and no one will come up to disturb him, men and women have the same expectations for their first time, and Huan Moche is no exception.
But no matter how tumultuous in his heart, Huan Moche still smiled and came to Shang Wuxin and sat down slightly, his smile was still gentle, but how pleasing his trembling body looked, he clearly thought very much in his heart, but in Shang Wuxin's eyes it became Fear. Shang Wuxin was puzzled. Could it be that he became a robber who oppresses beautiful men? Seeing this Huan Moche, his forehead was sweating.
"Afraid of me? Or afraid of me eating you?" Shang Wuxin approached Huan Moche slightly, but his heart was full of smiles. No matter how gentle and gentle this man looked on the surface, he was actually a bit ridiculous because of his youth. Shang Wuxin really wanted to Eat the man, although it's not a good time.
Huan Moche shook his head and tried his best to smile, but he didn't know that the corners of his lips were trembling. Huan Moche carefully recalled some of the things he knew, thinking about where to start, thinking about Huan Moche and felt his body Fever, excitement and nervousness made Huan Moche's handsome face distorted.
Huan Moche held back his excitement and prepared to go to untie Shang Wuxin's clothes, but he didn't want Shang Wuxin's hand to rest on Huan Moche's trembling hand at this time, with a playful look in his eyes, "What is Mo Che trying to do? I know my neck hurts and I want you to give me a massage!"
On purpose, it was definitely on purpose! Huan Moche's already nervous face suddenly turned blue. Whether he was being teased or being trained, he felt the cold sweat on his forehead. Huan Moche felt very embarrassed, and even wanted to shake his hand and leave, but he just watched sitting on the bed. The Shang Wuxin was reluctant to bear, so he took off his boots and sat behind Shang Wuxin with his hands on Shang Wuxin's neck and pressed slightly.
The neck and neck is a place that a person should protect. You must know that people who are generally skilled in martial arts can crush a person's spine and cause death by using internal force. Huan Moche feels at ease about Shang Wuxin's reassurance, just now. The anger that had arisen also disappeared.
Shang Wuxin didn't make a fuss about her illness. It was really uncomfortable to see Zhezi's neck these days, and she just opened her mouth just to make Huan Moche not so embarrassed.
"Let's go out for a walk?" Huan Moche said looking at Shang Wuxin's neck and felt more comfortable. He rarely gets along with Shang Wuxin. He used to look at those men and he was very envious of getting along with Shang Wuxin, but now there is something like this He didn't want to waste a good opportunity.
Shang Wuxin doesn't like going out very much nor does it like to be lively, and the appearance of the two of them must be too attractive to go out there, but looking at Huan Moche's eyes, Shang Wuxin still nodded. All people wear a hat with a light gauze on their heads, and everything except a pair of eyes is hidden in the hat.
The two seemed to be walking side by side, but Huan Mo Che was holding Shang Wuxin's hand under his wide sleeves, and those peach blossom eyes had a genuine smile, even if they didn't show their true face, it was enough to make the woman on the side of the road. Cast with affection.
Huan Moche enjoys this kind of leisurely walk with Shang Wuxin like a sympathetic person. Neither of them is a person who goes shopping in the capital, so they wander aimlessly. Huan Moche is watching Shang Wuxin, while Shang Wuxin is a Looking at the street shops lining the streets, this is the capital and the country of no heart.
At this time, Shang Wuxin saw a teahouse, and there was a storyteller in the teahouse.
"Go and listen?" Shang Wuxin hooked Huan Moche's finger.
The slightly cool fingers are in his hands like cats, and now he is hooking his fingers so that the corners of Huan Moche's lips are not curved at all. Wuxin's naughty fingers clenched slightly, and then stretched out his fingers to scrape Shang Wuxin's palm.
Huan Moche frowned slightly after listening to the voices in the teahouse. These rumors in the market are always exaggerated and they like to make trouble for nothing. Fearing that it will affect Shang Wuxin's mood, Huan Moche slightly lowered his head and approached Shang Wuxin's ear. "It's just gossip, and it will stain the ears of the heart."
Shang Wuxin stopped talking and took Huan Moche's hand directly into the teahouse.
Huan Moche smiled helplessly, letting Shang Wuxin pull him, keeping his footsteps so that Shang Wuxin didn't make any effort.
The two of them entered the teahouse, and although they were wearing a hat, they were full of temperament, and there were many people with a hat in the capital, so everyone just glanced at them and looked away, which was not surprising.
"Two young gentlemen, do you need a private room or sit in the lobby?" The little second greeted with a smile on his face with a towel around his neck.
Huan Moche looked at the lobby and found that there are all kinds of people of the three religions and nine tiers. Although the box on the second floor is a bit crude, it does not affect the fact that books can also have an independent space. "
Xiao Er happily took the money, and quickly took the two to the second floor to find the best box for them. Soon after the two sat down, they saw Xiao Er carrying tea into the box, and his voice was pleasing." The two young masters have ear blessings today, and what the storyteller is talking about today is the matter of the princes!"
Huan Moche asked with a smile, "Ao? But what about Prince Shang?"
"Of course! The crown prince of the Kingdom of Shang is famous!" Seeing that the two of them stopped talking, they withdrew.
Huan Moche picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and placed it by Shang Wuxin's hand, then got up and took down Shang Wuxin's hat, because it was in the box, so even if the two of them took off the hat, there would be no problem.
As soon as Huan Moche sat down, he heard the voice of Mr. Storyteller below, "Today, we are talking about the story of the Prince of Shang! We will continue!" He heard the sound of Banmu tapping on the table, and Mr. Storyteller said in a cadenced manner.
"When you talk about Prince Shang, you have to mention the things about Prince Shang, Zuo Xiang and General Leng!" Mr. Storyteller said here and saw gossip flashing in the eyes of everyone below "I heard that there are many beautiful men in the Prince's Mansion, and there are no concubines in the Prince's backyard. On the contrary, they are all handsome men, and the prince takes care of these men in every possible way! And Lord Zuo Xiang and General Leng were also kidnapped by the prince and had to submit to the prince's majesty and become one of the prince's many favorites!"
Shang Wuxin laughed, looked at Huan Mo Che and his voice was trembling, "When did I bully you? Male pets? These people really can imagine!"
Compared with Shang Wuxin's indifferent attitude like listening to a joke, Huan Moche was a little unhappy. He didn't like the world's misunderstanding of Shang Wuxin, and he didn't want Shang Wuxin to take the throne in the future.
The more the storyteller below said, the more outrageous he was, "The prince didn't go to the morning court. At night, there were several men in the palace, and their bodies were hollowed out, so the prince set his sights on the world's magic doctors, and even directly gave the magic doctors to the devil's claws!"
He was talking vigorously, but he didn't want a peanut to fly into Mr. Storyteller's open mouth, but that peanut directly smashed Mr. Storyteller's front teeth.
Shang Wuxin smiled at Huan Moche, who took the shot, and took the bucket hat and the two to leave the teahouse, but a new storyteller has come to the teahouse from today onwards.
"Today, when it comes to the matter of the Prince of Shang, we must know that Lord Zuo has loved the Prince for a long time, so he has always followed the Prince, and he will surely win the Prince's love!" Mr. Storyteller said with a smile, eloquently portraying the Prince as a man who loves the people like a child The head of the East Palace, Zuo and others admired the prince, so they followed the left and right hearts and fell in love. For a time, the relationship between the prince and several men became a beautiful legend in the streets and alleys.