The General and His Enemy Your Highness

With the imperial edict, Mei Wang's face turned pale, she already understood that Mei Geng's position was unshakable.

But Mei Geng himself was in a slump.

Touching the memory related to that person again, Mei Geng's palm felt cold, like the feeling when holding his skin that lost the temperature the night before, it was bitingly cold.

If you hate it to the bone, you must have fallen in love with it.

The night before, he was in a desperate situation and brutally skinned him. Today, everything was overthrown again. Mei Geng's mood was complicated to the point of irritability, and the smell of blood wafting from the air made him even more upset.

"When the imperial decree is brought, the old slave will leave now."

Wuwei sighed in his heart. Now that Xiping Palace is in trouble, the life of His Highness Wu is even more difficult, but looking at the attitude of the young prince, he is also a little... cold.

"My father-in-law."

With a word of perfunctory, Mei Geng held the imperial decree and walked around the half-dead Mei Chen step by step, stopped beside Qin Gui, and whispered in his ear, "It's useless, save your life."

After explaining as if nothing had happened, when he turned around, he changed his expression, which was very different from the gentleness of the previous Rakshasa, and nodded to the three people standing in the courtyard dumbfounded, "The three of you are here to offer incense?"

Due to the unhealed injury, Mei Geng's face was as pale as Yu Yi's, and his forehead was so painful that he seemed to be sweating, and he was still talking and laughing happily.

Facing this smile, the three of them shivered at the same time, and nodded in tacit understanding.

I always feel that Mei Geng is a little... scary.

"Thank you, please." Mei Geng didn't realize it at all, and calmly invited the three of them into the mourning hall, as if the howling of wolves and ghosts in the courtyard had nothing to do with him.

The previous life was also so depressed before being crowned king, only these three people came to mourn and offer incense.

At this moment, they are young and sincere.

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It will be summer, the night will fall later, and the sun will be half-set.

In one side of the palace wall, an immature young man in a light gray robe stands under the corridor, looking at the lush asparagus bamboo in the potted plant, like an ink painting in an elegant and elegant manner.

"My Fifth Highness, what are you doing here if you hurt your knee? Hurry up and lie back."

Feeling distressed all over his face, the young man was unmoved, he hesitated and said softly: "Mei Geng...how is he?"

Wu Weichang sighed, "My lord is safe and sound, but Your Highness, why bother to take the risk to ask for this grace, which almost made His Majesty's dragon face furious. He was already weak, but now he knelt and broke his knee..."

"Elder-in-law, it's okay, the injury is not serious." Chu Ce's childish eyebrows were a little lonely, like maple leaves in late autumn, clear and sparse, "Apart from him, who else can I rely on?"

Wuwei lost his voice, and then felt distressed again.

His Highness the Fifth Highness is the son of a court lady. He was humbled by everyone in the palace. He lost his mother in his early years and had no grandparents to help him. In this deep palace, he was walking on thin ice.

Six years ago, King Xiping's only son met His Royal Highness in the palace. From then on, he couldn't help but say that he had to protect him, and even went to the palace to be a companion. His life was easier for His Highness Fifth.

The two were speechless for a moment, Chu Ce held his sleeves lightly, lowered his head slightly, and hid the deep darkness hidden in his eyes.

After a while, he said softly: "Wuwei, the defeat in the Northwest was also due to the credit of the courtiers. The army's salary and food were deducted layer by layer. In the cold winter, how can the soldiers win when they are fighting in the Northwest? You said that this great country, is it true? ...Luck is about to run out?"

Wuwei turned pale in shock, and hurriedly said: "You should be careful with your words! It's a big deal for this word to spread!"

Chu Ce chuckled nonchalantly, then fell silent, only looking at the setting sun and the western mountains.

Wuwei was also speechless, but felt sorry for His Highness, who was only 14 years old. He was clearly a child, but he saw it so clearly.

Look at the prince and fourth highness who were fighting so badly, bah!Not worthy!