In October, the weather is approaching winter, and the people of the imperial capital have already worn thick clothes.

The turbulent storm in the court was no longer in the heart of His Highness Yong. The Ministry of Revenue was gradually under control, especially after the Wei Changdao case, Emperor Yongping had just left many officials of the Ministry of Revenue, allowing him to put him in his own hands.

Now the Wei family and Xie family are fighting fiercely in secret, and some families who are preparing to take advantage of the situation are also making small moves in private. Murong Zhao is not ready to intervene. He has a talented accuracy in the general trend and knows that now is the best time for him to keep a low profile.

Therefore, even with the queen's repeated hints, Murong Zhao still pretended to be stupid, and on the contrary, he became an idle person.

And just so happened that his Young Master Xie Jiu was also an idle person. There was nothing wrong with being with idle people.

Murong Zhao happily ordered the groom to go to the north of Shangheshan.

...

Xie Mansion, Xie Shiyilang looked at the appearance of Deputy Mu Zhi going out and couldn't help but say, "Cousin Jiu, can I go?"

Mu Zhi raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile: "Do you know what I'm going out for? You have to follow me?"

Of course, Xie Shiyilang couldn't say that this was the instructions of your biological mother, Mrs. Xie. He scratched his head: "Who must have invited my cousin Jiu to the poetry banquet? For such a elegant thing, my brother also wants to join in the fun and study."

"Fengya is Fengya, but it is not a poetic feast." Mu Zhi chuckled, looked up at the distance, with a brisk and cunning smile in his smile, "Beauty is like wine, and can only be enjoyed. Eleventh cousin, I wish I could take one step first."

Xie Shiyilang: "..." He stared at his cousin's back as he was wandering away in a daze. Couple Jiu is... going on a date? How do you tell your uncle this?

However, to Xie Shiyilang's surprise, when Mrs. Xie heard about this, she was still very happy: "I always thought that he would look down on anyone, and I was afraid he would live alone for the rest of his life. Very good. It seems that your Ninth cousin just didn't know what it was before!"

Xie Shiyilang asked weakly: "Aren't you worried that this will affect the marriage of cousin Jiu?" He heard that other aristocratic families were strict in such romantic affairs before marriage, so why was his aunt so different?

Mrs. Xie waved her hand generously: "With your ninth cousin's appearance, demeanor, talent and reputation, what kind of woman can't marry? How can you be like those petty families who want to use the so-called "cleanness" as a bargaining chip? How can you have the style of a noble family!"

Xie Shiyilang: "..." He suddenly knew who the Ninth cousin's carelessness was inherited from.

...

Enter from the south and north of Shanghe Mountain, and walk along the path, and finally you can meet in one place. The place is sparsely populated, but there is a wooden house that is simple and elegant. It was built by Mu Zhi when he was young. He was the only one who knew about it, but now there is another King Yong.

Walking on the mountain road, I remembered my beauty, Mu Zhi had curved eyebrows and eyes.

The night before Mu Zhi moved from Prince Yong's Mansion to Xie's Mansion, the night was shining, the beauty looked lonely and cold, but there was a bright expectation in her eyes. Mu Zhi knew that this person had drunk. Although the alcohol smelled very light and Murong Zhao had changed his clothes, Mu Zhi could feel his condition differently.

Many years ago, when they didn't know each other's identity, Mu Zhi once brought wine to the palace. At first, he just joked that his little girl had tasted it, but he didn't expect Murong Zhao to let go and pour half a pot of water. What's amazing is that Murong Zhao's expression remained unchanged after drinking, and was still snow-white. If he hadn't suddenly become extremely clingy and changed his usual taciturn appearance, and kept placing himself in his arms and whispering coquettishly, he wouldn't have known that he was drunk.

——So at this moment, if there was a stone wrapped in the heart of His Royal Highness Yong before, it had now cracked a deep gap.

"Does the Ninth Prince know Zhao's intention?"

Mu Zhi leaned forward and touched his cold lips, smiled softly, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, "Is your highness's intention... like this?"

Murong Zhao was stunned. A layer of bright red finally floated on his face like ice and snow, and starry lights in his eyes were so beautiful.

...

There is footsteps.

Mu Zhi was stunned. The moment he looked up, there was a bright smile in his eyes. The simple words were read in a low voice: "A Zhao."

Murong Zhao, wearing a black crane flask, walked from the corner and held Mu Zhi's hand with a cold face. Sure enough, he felt cold. He frowned tightly, and without saying a word, he draped his flask on Mu Zhi.

Mu Zhi was helpless, he disliked and said, "Black doesn't match my clothes today."

Murong Zhao: "..." He really doesn't understand what these famous scholars are thinking. Can demeanor be used as food? Moreover, the people in the Xie family do what they do. Their young masters dress so little, so they dare to let him go out. In the Yong Prince's Mansion, such servants must be punished heavily!

Seeing Mu Zhi wanting to take off his cloak, Murong Zhao quickly stretched out his hand and pressed him. If his subordinates were so disobedient, he could only have a warning look to prevent them from talking nonsense, but he couldn't be tough on the person in front of him: "Put it well, I'll have a gift for you later." His tone was soft, as if he was coaxing a child.

Mu Zhi looked at him sideways: "Aren't you cold?"

Murong Zhao felt warm and whispered: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and the weather changes have little impact on me. Just put it on."

Mu Zhidun, after all, pulled him away faster.

The voices of the two gradually faded away in the mountains and forests.

"Why aren't you waiting for me in the room?" Mu Zhi smiled.

"How can I feel relieved if you are so casual?" Murong Zhao let out a soft hum.

...

This year's winter is colder than before. But Murong Zhao's mood is countless times better than before.

After months of love, Murong Zhao can't help but smile when he thinks of his Ajiu.

Ajiu, his Ajiu.

For this name, Murong Zhao thought quietly for a long time. "Aru" is Mu Zhi's nickname. It's so close, but unfortunately he was called by others in advance; "Jiulang" was also very good, but Mu Zhi's brothers and friends called him that; "Amu"... "Mu" was subconsciously ignored by him because of his pronunciation.

Murong Zhao thought about it and had to give him a unique title, just as he suggested that Mu Zhi called him "Azhao", which was something that others had never called. So there was "Azhao".

This title that no one knows gives them a different kind of intimacy. When they occasionally stay together, their long hair tangles and their breaths collide. Murong Zhao whispered "Ajiu", and his heart was only sweet.

His Ajiu stripped away the unrestrained and romantic romance in the eyes of the world. He was clearly so cute, with clear gentleness and openness. Even if he was lazy and unruly, he was so pure that he was touching.

It makes people... want to hold everything in front of him.

In Mu Zhi's eyes, Murong Zhao seemed to have become a clingy girl when he was a child. He obviously wanted to accompany him, but he refused to speak, but secretly used various methods to attract his attention.
Chapter completed!