Prince Wuchen

"Brother Wuchen...Brother Wuchen..." Wushuang's worried voice called back Wuchen's wandering spirit. He raised his head and looked at the third sister who was always enthusiastic and authentic. At this moment, he could no longer be authentic.Smiling slightly, "Third Sister, don't worry, Wu Chen is just curious, there are still girls in this world who are willing to marry Wu Chen."

"Brother Wuchen?"

"Third sister, third sister push me out, okay?" He stretched out his hand towards Wushuang, so stable and calm, it was this kind of expression that made Wushuang entrust his son to him at the last moment of his life.Because of this, Qing Wuchen's life was changed.That Wu Chen, who is indifferent to fame and wealth, had to enter the imperial court, live in the Prince's Mansion, and... get along with that man day and night, and also had to become a captive in the millennium cycle for the sake of the only heir of the third sister.

But fate didn't end there.

The little prince who took care of Wuchen single-handedly, the little prince whom he was as close as his son, died in battle.From then on, his white body was stained with blood.In order to appease his bewildered soul, to appease the third sister's soul in heaven, and to appease the soul of the little prince, he stood up for the first time after sitting in a wheelchair for the past thirty years.Disobeying his oath in front of the master, he touched the little prince's cold body and said: Son, uncle will avenge you.

At that time, I had to sigh that the passion of the years never left marks on his face.From that moment on, the flames of war really started to burn.

At the end of his life, he was leaning against the emperor's arms, and when he was about to fall asleep, he said: Third sister is in heaven, but I am in hell, can you say sorry?

The emperor's tears fell silently.He hugged the man in his arms tightly, and said in a choked voice, "Wait for me, Wuchen, and I will accompany you."

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"Okay." The siblings came to the door of their father's study room. The door was open, and it could be seen that the people in the room were waiting for him.Wu Chen politely said to the two of them: "His Royal Highness, Father."

Qingxian stepped forward and pushed Wuchen in: "Did your third sister reveal anything to you?"

Just as Wu Chen was about to speak, when the prince saw him, he said, "I want to have a private chat with Wu Chen, is it possible?"

There was no sound in the room.When Qingxian went out, she also closed the door of the room.Qing Wuchen had never felt so depressed before, the other party's deep and introverted eyes stopped on him, he wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't.When the line of sight intersects, you can clearly see the reflection in each other's eyes, so clear, so clear.

No one looked away, this glance seemed to have passed a thousand years.Gradually, a smile appeared in those deserted eyes.Surprise flashed across Wuchen's indifferent eyes.It's just this subtle movement, but the prince caught it.

"Nan Xiangguo wrote a letter to make friends with our country, and they proposed marriage. The son of the protector is the most distinguished son of the royal family besides this palace."

Wuchen chuckled lightly: "Then the prince is a lobbyist for the emperor?"

Gree Hui remained silent, thick black and slightly raised, looking at Wuchen.

Wu Chen smiled again and asked: "The prince thinks, should Wu Chen agree to this marriage?"

Gree Hui's hands were clenched suddenly, so tight that it hurt.Whether to agree or not, Gree Hui cannot and cannot answer.It's just that Wu Chen didn't know that on the day of his wedding, a man sat in the study all night.That night, there were papers all over the study room of the prince's mansion. On the paper, there were only two words: dust-free.

Dust-free, dust-free, do you really want to be free from any dust?

"If I say yes, will Wuchen accept this marriage?" Jiujiu's indifferent voice sounded.