Your Majesty, he is as beautiful as a flower

There is a low table in the carriage, a set of teapots and cups are placed on it, and a chessboard is hidden under the low table.Cheng Wanqiao sat in front, while Yuchen sat on the side, and the two were at right angles.

Since getting into the carriage, neither of them spoke, and the carriage was very quiet.

Cheng Wanqiao sat up straight with his back straight, but his head was drooping, and his eyes fell on his knees.

Yuchen rested his elbow lazily on the edge of the skirt, and looked straight at Cheng Wanqiao, "Is your Highness having a neck discomfort?"

Cheng Wanqiao looked up, "No."

"Then why are you keeping your head down?"

"I..." Cheng Wanqiao blushed. The reason why he lowered his head was because he thought it was wrong no matter where he looked.

"Or, did I make His Highness uncomfortable?"

There was an indescribable embarrassment on his face, "No, Mr. Yuchen don't need to pay attention to me."

The corners of Yuchen's lips were slightly bent, and he touched the chessboard which was a few steps lower, "Can your Highness know how to play chess?"

"Only one or two."

"If it relieves boredom, that's enough."

Cheng Wanqiao reached out to take the chessboard, Yuchen's hand was faster than him, he just touched his hand, as if touching something hot, he retracted his hand, and hurriedly said: "I'm offended."

Yuchen took out the chessboard calmly, "You and I are both men, just touching our hands, how can it be considered an offense."

Cheng Wanqiao lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly. What Yu Chen said was that they were all men, and it was not an offense to touch them, but he felt like a deer was bumping around in his heart.

"Play chess." Yuchen said.

Cheng Wanqiao came back to his senses, "Okay."

The two started to play chess with each other, the road was a little bumpy, and the carriage was a little shaken, but it didn't affect it.

Cheng Wanqiao concentrated on playing chess and put all his mind on the chessboard, and the cramped feeling in his heart gradually subsided.

Yu Chen dropped a child, and seemed to mention it unintentionally, "You said earlier that you have fought in the battlefield for many years."

Cheng Wanqiao paused, "Six years."

"You look young."

"Twenty and one this year."

Yu Chen understood, "You are a prince, you should be well-clothed and well-fed, why do you still have to go to the battlefield?"

Cheng Wanqiao said: "It is because I am the prince, and as a member of the royal family, I should devote myself to the stability of the country."

Yuchen continued to settle, "You are ranked fifth, and there are four elder brothers above, are they also the same as you?"

Cheng Wanqiao shook his head, "No."

After a while, Cheng Wanqiao asked, "What about you? Do you have brothers and sisters?"

Yuchen said, "No."

After the two had a topic to talk about, Cheng Wanqiao felt much more at ease, "Have you never been out of Yulingxi?"

"No, I will come out occasionally to have a look, but the last time I came out should be 30 years ago."

Cheng Wanqiao was a little surprised, "30 years ago?"

Yuchen looked at him, "Why are you surprised?"

"I think you are not very old, so you must be crowned."

Yu Chen said: "If it is a human race, it is indeed the age of the crown, but the Yu race can live for thousands of years, and the 20-year-old has just learned to walk."

In other words, Yuchen is at least two hundred years old. Cheng Wanqiao was a little surprised. Yuchen was ten times older than him, but then he felt ridiculous. The Yu clan is the descendant of the gods. strangeness.

It takes 20 days to travel from Chizhou to the capital. On weekdays, Cheng Wanqiao led his soldiers on the road, traveling through wind and rain, eating and sleeping, and it would take less than 20 days to arrive.

But this time I brought Yuchen with him. Yuchen's skin is tender and fleshy, and there is no callus on his hands. It can be seen that he has not suffered hardships or tiredness. Cheng Wanqiao sympathized with him, and went to the nearest one when it was getting late The official house or the post station, let him rest and go on his way.

The carriage passed by a busy street, and it became noisy outside. Yuchen raised a corner of the curtain with the fan in his hand, and looked out, as if he thought it was interesting, he watched for a while.

"Do you want to go down for a walk?" Cheng Wanqiao asked.

Yuchen looked back, "His Royal Highness wants to go?"

Cheng Wanqiao just saw that he yearned for the streets outside, and thought that he hadn't been out of Yulingxi for 30 years, so he must be a little curious about the outside world, so he asked him, and he said, "Just think it's me."

"it is good."

Cheng Wanqiao got out of the carriage first, and after Yuchen.

At this time, the street was full of traffic, and there were stalls along the road, selling lanterns, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, everything that one expects to find, very lively.

Cheng Wanqiao and Yuchen walked side by side on the bustling street, attracting many people's attention.

Yuchen glanced at those who were looking at him, not understanding what they were looking at, the wings on his back had been folded, logically he was no different from ordinary people at this time.He asked Cheng Wanqiao beside him, "Do they all recognize you?"

Cheng Wanqiao smiled, "No, they all look at you."

"Why?"

Cheng Wanqiao took a look at him, with bright eyes and bright teeth, as if a god might not be as good-looking as him when he descended to earth, "Mr. Yuchen's appearance is peerless, and it's rare to see him. Anyone who sees him wants to take a closer look."

Yuchen opened the fan and shook it, "No one has ever mentioned my appearance, you are number one."

Cheng Wanqiao smiled faintly. He has been living in Yulingxi and is the son of King Yu. Of course, no one dared to talk about his appearance in person.

Yuchen ignored the eyes of the people on the street, and looked at the stalls on the street. He had never seen some things before, and felt a little novel. When he saw a stall selling sachets, he walked over.

Cheng Wanqiao also followed.

The old woman who sold the sachet smiled, "My lord, let's buy a sachet."

Yuchen glanced at the sachet hanging on the wooden shelf, and took off an apricot-colored one embroidered with irises, "I want this."

The old woman said kindly: "Master, you have good eyesight. This is embroidered by the most famous embroiderer in the city. The workmanship is top-notch, and the stuffing is all high-quality spices. It is worthy of your status."

Yuchen tilted his head and asked Cheng Wanqiao, "Do you want one?"

Cheng Wanqiao said: "I usually wield knives and guns, so I don't need this."

"There is always a time when you don't use swords and guns."

Cheng Wanqiao let go, "Then buy one."

Yuchen picked another one from the shelf, the one with a navy blue background, embroidered with auspicious clouds, "How about this one?"

"Okay." Cheng Wanqiao nodded.

Yuchen said: "Then I want this."

Cheng Wanqiao took the purse and asked the old woman, "How much money are these two?"

The old woman smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "Two are worth eighty Wen."

Cheng Wanqiao took out a piece of broken silver from the purse, "There's no need to look for it."

The old woman took it with both hands and smiled happily, "Thank you, my lord."

Yuchen and Cheng Wanqiao continued to walk forward, Yuchen gave him the navy blue sachet, "What you gave that woman just now was silver?"

"Hmm." Cheng Wanqiao felt that the question he asked was a bit strange, but thinking that Yu Lingxi was isolated from the world, maybe it would not need money at all, so he asked, "Does Yu Lingxi not use silver?"

"No, whatever I want, I can take whatever I want."

Cheng Wanqiao smiled, "But outside, everything you want will cost you money."

"I don't have money, so what should I do?"

Cheng Wanqiao said: "I have it. If you want anything, I'll buy it for you."

Yuchen looked at him, "Why did you buy it for me?"

This question stumped Cheng Wanqiao, he thought for a while, "You are a distinguished guest, I will buy what you want, it should be."

"Then this time, I've come to the right place."

-

It was a rainy summer day, and the sun was still shining brightly in the morning, but in the afternoon it was covered with dark clouds, and it rained cats and dogs at any time.

Cheng Wanqiao immediately decided to go to the nearest post station to shelter from the rain.

The carriage stopped in front of the post station. Cheng Wanqiao got out of the carriage first and opened an oil-paper umbrella. When Yu Chen came out, he handed the oil-paper umbrella over Yu Chen's head, not caring about his shoulders getting wet from the rain.

Cheng Wanqiao covered Yuchen with the oil-paper umbrella in his hand all the way from the entrance of the post station to the house. After entering the house, he put the umbrella aside to drain the water.

The steward of the post station rushed over, seeing him drenched in the rain, he knelt down quickly, "Damn the little one! Damn the little one! I didn't know that His Highness the Fifth Highness was here, but failing to welcome him is a small dereliction of duty."

Cheng Wanqiao said to the steward kneeling on the ground: "It's not your fault, get up."

"Thank you, Your Highness." The steward stood up, and hurriedly said, "Your Highness got caught in the rain, so I'm going to prepare hot water for His Highness to take a bath."

Yuchen glanced at Yuchen again, he was also drenched in the rain, he said: "Also prepare for this young master."

"Okay, my little one obeys, let's prepare water now."

After the manager went down, Yuchen looked at Cheng Wanqiao whose clothes were half wet, "Speaking of which, I was also at fault, how could I take care of myself and let His Highness get caught in the rain."

Cheng Wanqiao smiled back, "It doesn't matter, I'm used to the rain."

Every time Yuchen heard him say these words, he felt a little distressed. This man is a nobleman, he has no airs of the royal family, and he is willing to endure hardships and hardships. people know.

After taking a hot bath, the rain hadn't stopped. Standing under the eaves, Cheng Wanqiao looked at the gray sky, fearing that the rain wouldn't stop today.

The door next to him creaked open, Cheng Wanqiao turned around, and saw a man with loose hair standing at the door. His hair was still dripping with water, presumably it had just been washed.

Cheng Wanqiao was stunned for a moment, this man was good-looking, and when his hair was loose, he was a bit indisputable.

"What's wrong?" Yuchen stepped out of the threshold and walked towards him.

Cheng Wanqiao's eyes fell on his dripping long hair, "Why don't you dry your hair."

Yuchen randomly twisted a strand with his hands, "I think so, but I can't find a clean veil."

"Wait for me for a while." After speaking, Cheng Wanqiao immediately went to the steward of the post station to ask for a clean cotton handkerchief, and hurried back.

Yuchen glanced at the handkerchief in his hand, "Do you want to help me?"

Cheng Wanqiao hesitated for a moment, "Okay."

Yuchen entered the room and sat on a round stool. Cheng Wanqiao stood behind him and wiped the water off his hair with a handkerchief. He considered himself a rough man, and he washed his hair on weekdays. Just wipe it off.But Yuchen's hair couldn't stand his tossing, he slowed down and brushed very carefully.

Yuchen picked up a cup of tea on the table and took a sip, "Is this the first time Your Highness has helped someone brush their hair?"

Cheng Wanqiao said: "I'm stupid, don't dislike me."

"How come, His Highness is willing to condescend, I am already flattered."

"Your Highness!" Jiang Hanxing stood at the door of the room and saw Cheng Wanqiao helping Yuchen wipe his hair, as if he had seen something terrible, he was dumbfounded and speechless.

Cheng Wanqiao didn't stop the movement of his hands, looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Hanxing was shocked by Cheng Wanqiao's actions, his thoughts were confused, and he forgot what he was going to do here for a while, "The last general... the last general also forgot."

Cheng Wanqiao said: "Then go back and think about it."

Yuchen put down the teacup, "Your Highness, if you have something to do, go and do it first, and I will do the rest myself."

"There's nothing to be busy about, it's almost over."

Just as Jiang Hanxing was about to leave, he took a step away and remembered, "Your Highness, the general remembered, there is a letter from you in the capital, and I just brought it to you when I arrived."

"Go to the main hall and wait for me first, I will come right away."

"Yes." Jiang Hanxing turned around and left, then scratched his head, His Royal Highness Fifth Prince was actually helping Young Master Yuchen to dry his hair, didn't he read it wrong just now?

Cheng Wanqiao helped him brush his hair, and his waist-length hair was neatly pasted behind his back, "It's done."

Yu Chen said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Cheng Wanqiao said: "Will the rain stop for a while, we will stop here today, when your hair is dry, if you are tired, take a nap first, and I will call you for dinner."

"it is good."

After Cheng Wanqiao finished explaining, he turned around and left.

The letter from the capital was sent from the palace, but it was just asking him if he could successfully invite King Yu.Presumably, the letter he sent back to the capital five days ago hadn't arrived yet, so the palace sent a letter to inquire about the situation.

Cheng Wanqiao wrote another letter and ordered someone to send it back.

The next day was sunny, and Cheng Wanqiao and his party started their journey early in the morning. They walked on mountain roads with very few people.

Resting by the river at noon, Cheng Wanqiao ordered someone to set up a pot and cook some rice porridge.It's just that they are all men, rice porridge can't satisfy their hunger, Jiang Hanxing came back with a bag of peaches after going out, and still had one in his mouth.

Cheng Wanqiao looked at the bag of peaches and asked him, "Where did you pick them?"

Jiang Hanxing said: "There are farmers near here, and there are two peach trees behind their house, and they pick them there."

"But we have agreed with the farmers, do you leave any money?"

"This..." Jiang Hanxing swallowed the peaches in his mouth, "Your Highness, just a few peaches."

Cheng Wanqiao said sternly: "I have said on weekdays that as a soldier, the duty is to protect the stability of the people. You must never ask for things from the people's homes, otherwise you will be no different from bandits. You go there again." , make it clear to the farmer to make an apology, and then give some money.”

Jiang Hanxing felt a little ashamed when he was told this, "It's Your Highness, the last general will go here."

Yuchen watched Cheng Wanqiao the whole time. This person usually looks docile, but he is indeed extremely strict with his subordinates.

When Cheng Wanqiao turned his head, he happened to meet Shang Yuchen's gaze, Yuchen didn't dodge at all, but he lowered his head embarrassedly, "Master Yuchen laughed."

"I only got a taste of His Highness's demeanor as a general, but I don't know what's so ridiculous."

There was a trace of shame on Cheng Wanqiao's face, he was obviously used to seeing strong winds and waves, but Yu Chen's words always made him feel agitated.

The author has something to say: I was crying stupidly by myself. I originally put this chapter in the manuscript box and posted it tomorrow, but I set the wrong time and sent TAT today