"What do you mean by the doctor?" Looking at the pale face in front of him, Murong Zhao let out a light voice. There was a faint smell of blood on his body, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and exhausted. His eyes were as soft as if he was afraid of breaking some treasure.

Mu Zhi's arm hurt a lot, and his heart sucked vaguely, but his face was as bright as usual: "It's just a minor injury, and it will be fine after a few days of cultivation."

Wen Sanlang moved his lips and hesitated. Seeing that King Yong looked over by himself, he finally shook his head and chose to remain silent. Mr. Xie Jiu was right... Now that his Highness has to deal with many things, he is at a critical moment, so it is really not appropriate to be distracted.

Murong Zhao finally let go of his heart, and then he felt overwhelmed with pain and depression. His Ajiu should have lived a free and easy life, rather than bathing in this desolate border, swords and rain. In the final analysis, he was not strong enough to protect him well.

——And this takes time.

He gestured to everyone else in the tent to go out with his eyes. Murong Zhao sat sideways beside the bed, not looking at Mu Zhi's face, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Ajiu... A caravan heads south tomorrow and is passing by the imperial capital. I'll send you back together."

Mu Zhi was stunned. His hands trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "I am here, is it a hindering Azhao?"

There was a moment of silence and depression in the air. Murong Zhao moved his throat and did not speak.

Mu Zhi looked at him: "Azhao... Do you know what I'm doing here?"

The person in front of him looked expectant, and Murong Zhao clenched his hands in his sleeves into fists. He paused for a moment, and finally said, "Ajiu, don't be willful."

Don't be willful, wait for me, okay?

The light in Mu Zhi's eyes dimmed, and he tried to curl the corners of his mouth, "Okay."

...

On the other hand, when he heard that Mu Zhi was injured, Zhao Yi told him that he didn't care if he was injured. At the same time, he couldn't help but beg his uncle to visit Mu Zhi.

Mu Zhi met him after dinner. Seeing Zhao Yi walking in, he signaled the waiter in the tent to withdraw.

Zhao Yi asked awkwardly: "You, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Mu Zhi's long hair was disheveled, and although he looked pale, he didn't look energetic.

"That's good." Zhao Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said with great enthusiasm about his experiences over the past few days. "The horses on the border are so exciting to run. If you are well, we will go to the ranch in the west, which is vast and is the most suitable for horse racing!"

Mu Zhishang: "Tomorrow, I will return to the imperial capital."

Zhao Yi was stunned, his voice low, and he felt unconcealed frustration: "This is so sudden... but it's good that the frontier is desolate. If you go back early, you can save you from suffering here."

Mu Zhi raised a smile on his lips, and his voice was low and he couldn't hear it: "I am here... Is it because I suffer?"

Seeing Zhao Yi looking over in confusion, he lowered his eyelashes and cast a small shadow on his face: "I have something to do, I want to trouble Brother Zhao."

...

The long convoy disappeared on the horizon in the distance, raising a cloud of dust.

Murong Zhao stood on the top of the mountain, staring at this scene quietly without saying goodbye. He was afraid that under the eyes of that person, he would be soft-hearted and let himself leave that person with his side selfishly. Going back to the imperial capital is the best for him.

After a long time, he turned around and wanted to leave, but saw a figure running towards him.

"Yong, Your Highness, King Yong!" Zhao Yi was panting. He searched for a while before finding King Yong here!

Murong Zhao's eyes were cold and he looked at him indifferently. The undepressed cold aura around him made Zhao Yi tremble. Oh my god, why didn't he find King Yong so scary when he was in the imperial capital before?

"Young Master Xie Jiu asked me to hand it over to you something." Zhao Yi hurriedly said under Murong Zhao's oppressive eyes. He took out a brocade box while saying that.

Murong Zhao paused. He reached out to take the brocade box handed over by Zhao Yi, and did not open it immediately. He just nodded lightly, said "thank you" and left with the guard.

It was not until he returned to the tent and sat alone under the lamp that he carefully took out the brocade box from his chest and opened the lock.

——Under the dim light, Murong Zhao breathed suffocated. In the brocade box, there was a bamboo hairpin. It was a very simple style. The carving was not exquisite compared to those palace objects, but it had a particularly grand and unique style.

The man's hand with many new cocoons and small scars flashed through Murong Zhao's mind. He once asked him the reason, but the man always smiled but didn't say anything, and now he finally got the answer.

There is a piece of brocade under the bamboo hairpin, with Mu Zhiqing and elegant handwriting on it: I wish you a long birthday, I wish you a Chang'an.

——Today is his birthday. He has never expected before and has forgotten him.

In what mood did his Ajiu write the blessings? Murong Zhao's heartache.

After a long time, he put away all his emotions and unfolded the map on the table.

"Will the news of Hu Kou's next attack on the city be passed on to Xiao Luocheng?"

The secret guard replied respectfully: "Yes, everything is going well."

Murong Zhao's eyes were cold and ruthless, and he underestimated: "Let the people below push another shot. Taking advantage of this opportunity, no one of the male descendants of Xiao will have to be left."

——He wants to be faster, faster, and clear all the obstacles in front of him.

...

In the imperial capital, Mu Zhi had just recovered from the injury on his hand and was forced to get married.

"Since ancient times, marriages have been the order of parents. The matchmaker said, Ah Ru, as a son of the Xie family, you should understand the principle of prosperity and loss. In the past, when you were allowed to do whatever you want, the Xie family could protect you. Now that the storm is coming, the situation is unpredictable, do you still have to be willful?"

Mu Zhi was silent. He looked at the white hair on Mr. Xie's head, and then slowly knelt down after a long time: "Forgive the child for being unfilial."

Boss Xie was extremely angry and laughed, with an unstoppable disappointment in his eyes. He looked at his favorite young son and issued an ultimatum: "Think about it these days. The Xie family cannot tolerate disobedient people. A marriage with Jian is inevitable. Aru, you have always been smart. Don't you understand the painstaking efforts of being a father?"

——In the end, Mu Zhi refused. Mr. Xie cut off his supply, so he simply moved out of the Xie family and moved into a Taoist temple. The next day, he welcomed Mrs. Xie's lobbyist, Xie Shiyilang.

Xie Shiyilang said: "Does Cousin Jiu still care about the girl before? If you can't bear to leave her, as long as you report to your uncle, even if you can't be a wife, it's okay to take her into the house as a concubine." Last year, Cousin Jiu often went out to date "beauty", but he was stumbled for a while, and he was curious about what kind of woman he could make his Cousin Jiu look at.

——This is what Mrs. Xie teaches you.

Mu Zhi poured himself a glass of wine, his voice calm as if he was talking about someone else's affairs: "He...he is going to get married."

Xie Shiyilang was stunned and suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing and was quite at a loss.

Mu Zhi didn't care, and a lazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a fan hit Xie Shiyilang on the head, "Why do you want your wife and concubine? Our Xie family does not have the habit of ruining people. What's more, Eleven, if you have someone you love, how can you bear to see him lost and sad?"

After he finished speaking, he stood up, leaned against the pillar casually, and poured a sip of wine into the wine pot in his hand. The wind blew, making his robe that he had not tied properly, became more and more scattered. His clothes were stained with wine stains. It was clearly still the unruly and unruly in the past, but it seemed that there was an indescribable silence overnight.

Xie Shiyilang was stunned, not understanding, but suddenly felt sad. Although he had complained about Cousin Ninth in his heart countless times before, in fact, where is there anyone in the world who is better than Cousin Ninth? The girl actually chose to marry someone else, so she must have a bad look!

He was racking his brains to come up with a few words of comfort, but Mu Zhi waved his hands freely and ended the topic: "I have no intention of Miss Jian, why should I delay her life again? Go back and report to my father and mother, and don't send anyone to persuade me. If I want to remove me, Mu Zhi... will never complain."

Seeing Xie Shiyilang leaving whisperingly, Mu Zhi shook his head and sneered: Such a lobbyist is probably just a small test. Who will the two elders send to come again next? He raised his head and took another sip of wine, his eyes were fascinated, and the depths of his eyes were as calm as the sea.

What Mu Zhi expected was the next person to see him was Concubine Xie in the palace.

However, Concubine Xie was not here to persuade him to accept this marriage. Her beautiful eyes were graceful, and when she smiled, her charm remained the same: "Ah Ru, your father is just a little too anxious and hopes that you will get married as soon as possible. You, it doesn't matter if you don't like Miss Jian. How many children of my Xie family can always find a suitable marriage."

She patted Mu Zhi's hand, her eyes softly with jokes: "It's just that Miss Jian, who is one of the best in the imperial capital in terms of appearance, temperament, and family background. Do you really don't regret it?"

Mu Zhi blinked and said softly: "The best in other people's eyes may not be the best in my heart."

Concubine Xie was stunned, then chuckled, and a trace of memories flashed in her eyes. In the past, she had stood in front of her brother in a willful manner, insisting on her own ideas, refusing to enter the palace, and wanting to marry that person... Unfortunately, as the daughter of the Xie family, she had no right to choose.

——However, her nephew can have. When her Xu Er ascends to the great treasure in the future, what kind of woman can't be found in this world?

"Since that's the case, I'll take care of your father and mother." Concubine Xie said lovingly, "You can't say anything angry about expelling the household registration. In the past few days, you will live in the Taoist temple first and wait until your father's anger is gone, and then go back and coax him well."

A trace of warmth flashed in Mu Zhi's eyes, and he replied: "Yes. Thank you aunt."

Listening to the sound of "aunt", Concubine Xie sighed: "But I haven't heard you call me 'aunt' for many years. When you were a child, you were clearly close to me."

Mu Zhidun. In the past, Concubine Xie expelled her anger and executed several palace maids. When he was met, he felt a little distant in his heart and no longer came to Yongjia Palace. At this time, feeling the care from Concubine Xie from the bottom of his heart, the guilt in his eyes flashed and smiled at her, and he looked like a romantic and unruly handsome young man: "It's not too late for me to be filial to my aunt now."

"You, you are so slick!" Concubine Xie pointed at him, "When the day your cousin Xu got married, you should watch him carefully and don't act weird. This is the greatest filial piety to me!"

Yes, King Cheng Mu allowed him to get married, and his princess was the daughter of Ge whom Concubine Xie had previously liked.

When he becomes a relative, then it will be King Yong?
Chapter completed!