The next morning, the dissatisfied Prince Yun got up early and planned to go to the back garden to practice swords. As soon as he walked into the plum forest, he saw Qin Mo squatting on the tree branch to pick plums - holding half of his mouth, holding two in his left hand, and leaning forward with his right hand, picking another one.

"Tsk, this guy actually dares to attack Meiyuan's Meizi." Si Haochen suddenly felt bored and found an exit.

As the leader of the secret guard, Qin Mo still has real skills. Although he has been coveting plums for a long time, he still has the intuition to perceive danger.

Subconsciously, he turned his head, the sword energy swept over, and a few strands of hair fell down. It's a little slower, and my head will be cut off! All the assassins have touched the back garden, have those dead boys all slept to death?

Qin Mo directly shot the plum in his hand in the direction where the sword energy came. After a few swipes, the plum was cut into pieces and attacked him with a head of force. The speed was so fast that he couldn't even hide. Even if he was splashed with plum flesh on his face, the plum core was accurately and hit his forehead twice.

Qin Mo was so sour and sour. The man who was eight feet tall was tearful. He could feel that the green bag had grown out of his scalp. Qin Mo was stunned. When he saw the prince carrying the Chixiao sword in his hand, he looked murderous. He didn't want any more face, he just wanted to cry-

Who annoyed the prince early this morning? He must have eaten the melon. He had also come to Merlin to steal plums before, but the prince turned a blind eye. But he didn't want to cut him with one sword.

"Prince, listen to my explanation..." Qin Mo tried hard to circulate his bulging head and organized his language, "The plums are all ripe, it would be a waste not to eat them on the ground..."

"I have tried a hundred moves with me, and all the plums on this tree belong to you." Before Si Haochen finished speaking, the sword fell down.

With the prince's fighting style, he will be cold if he only has 100 moves, even fifty moves: "Don't have a plum tree, so don't fight."

Qin Mo was "running in his head" in front, and Si Haochen chased him closely behind. Qin Mo couldn't run anymore, so he went straight to the ground and gasped against the pillar.

As soon as Mingruo woke up and went out, he saw his boyfriend standing there in a strong outfit, with the sword in his hand already falling into the scabbard, but he looked full of vitality.

Qin Mo, opposite him, collapsed on the ground like mud, and his outer robe was broken and hung on his body, swaying in the morning breeze. There were two bags on his forehead, one left and one right, and it looked like he had horns on his face...

Mingruo blinked his eyes and spoke suspiciously: "Mr. Qin, have you experienced the heavenly tribulation when you were 'turning into the dragon'?"

Qin Mo almost spit out an old blood. Has he experienced the heavenly tribulation? He was almost the same as being cut by the prince: "Return to the princess' words... I am accompanying the prince... practicing sword..."

"Oh." Mingruo looked at the two green bags on Qin Mo's head and felt pain, "Be careful next time, don't hit the wall again..."

"..." Qin Mo was a little confused. When did he hit the wall? He subconsciously pressed his head and jumped up from the ground in pain. He was just rushing to escape just now, but now he felt very sour and refreshed when he touched it.

"Go to the doctor to give you some ice cream, it will be better." Ming Ruo now doubted whether Qin Mo was stunned. Why did such a big bag be pressed hard? I wonder if it hurts?

"I understand." Qin Mo went to the doctor with his legs trembling.

"Why are you getting up so early?" Si Haochen walked to Ming Ruo.

"You are going to rush back to the army later. If I don't get up and watch, you will definitely leave without breakfast." Ming Ruo snorted.

"Okay, I will accompany my beloved concubine to have breakfast before going." Si Haochen held his wife's little hand and walked towards the flower hall.

The masters finally came back. Madam Dong made some of her best snacks and porridge. She fried herbal fritters and made tofu.

Looking at the sumptuous breakfast, Ming Ruo was in a good mood and put a bowl of tofu in front of Si Haochen: "When will you come back? Do you want me to go to the city gate to greet you?"

"You stay in the mansion obediently. After I return to the capital, I have to enter the palace. You can't go back to the mansion even if you pick me up." Si Haochen poked Mingruo's forehead, "There are many people in the city gate, and it's messy, don't bump into you."

"Oh." Mingruo nodded, "Then I'll wait for you at home."

"Yes." Si Haochen's lips raised slightly, thinking that the breakfast tasted very good.

Si Haochen went out after breakfast, and Mingruo took Zisu and Zicao to the back garden to pick plums, preparing to talk about plums.

The back garden was busy, and the ones that could be picked from Mingruo and Perilla Purple Grass. Those that were too tall would be picked from Yusui and Chu San.

Fifteen happened to pass by. Mingruo saw such a strong man, how could he let him go: "Come here to pick plums."

"Princess, picking plums is a difficult task, and my subordinates are not able to catch up." Fifteen waved his hands repeatedly.

The secret guards had already spread. In the morning, Lord Qin was beaten out by two horns by the prince because of picking plums. With his skills, he probably had to be beaten to his head. He should do something simple: "Where should I move these picked ones to? I will move them here."

"That's fine, you can move these two baskets to the front yard first." Ming Ruo waved his hand.

"Okay." Fifteen brought up a basket and went to the front yard happily.

Qin Mo saw that Shiwu brought a large basket of plums over and wanted to take a detour. Now he had a shadow on plums, and his head hurts when he saw them.

Fifteen even greeted him with a bad attitude: "Mr. Qin, don't eat plums, it's freshly picked, it's so fresh!"

"Get out!"

Fifteenth, he put down the bamboo basket and rolled to the back garden to move another basket.

Si Haochen returned to the army and began to arrange affairs.

"Prince." A secret guard came to report, "Last night someone wanted to enter the mountain with supplies. Seeing that he was on high alert, he retreated. But the person didn't leave, probably waiting for us to set off the camp."

"Ha, then wait." The army is stationed here, can we still leave?

Si Haochen only brought two lieutenants and ordered two hundred light cavalry to the imperial capital.

The Minister of Rites was stunned again. Do the main troops want this?

"What are you doing while staying up, so hurry up and follow the Grand Marshal to go back to the imperial capital." The military officer who had attended the banquet with the Minister of Rites reminded him.

"This...the army..." The Minister of Rites was still a little confused.

"Of course the army is going to be stationed outside the city. What's the matter if they all enter the imperial capital?"

The Minister of Rites thought it was the same. Even if Prince Yun wanted to lead the army into the city, the emperor could not agree.

Prince Yun was really so he didn't even say hello when he left like this. The Minister of Rites was helpless and had to take his entourage and rode a horse to chase him.

The army joined the army and looked at the dark face of the Minister of Rites, and couldn't help but sneer: "Why did the Grand Marshal return to the emperor, can't we still have to discuss it with you? You are not from our Northwest Army, hum!"
Chapter completed!