Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

The street where Xie Zhao and Fu Ling are now is called Songquan Street, and it is one of several main streets in the capital.When the two walked to the side of the street, they realized that the guards of the capital had separated the bustling crowd on both sides of the street.

Songquan Street is spacious and generous. Beside the street, men, women and children in all kinds of clothes are full of joy, looking forward to the end of the road, as if waiting for someone to appear.

Xie Zhao had good eyesight, and quickly found an empty lot on the right side of the street, so he led Fu Ling towards it.

The crowd was crowded, and Xie Zhao was holding fried chestnuts in sugar in his left hand, and Fu Ling's wrist in his right hand, and walked there with difficulty, finally passed through the crowd and arrived at the destination, and his forehead was already covered with sweat.

Xie Zhao let go of Fu Ling's hand, pushed aside a chestnut and put it into his mouth, and said to Fu Ling, "I only found out today that there are so many people in the capital."

A little bit of anticipation floated in his heart: "There are so many people here, the performance later must be very good."

Speaking of this, Xie Zhao seemed to think of something, and asked Fu Ling with his head tilted: "Did you participate in the River God Festival last year? How was the performance at the Dance Band?"

But Fu Ling replied, "I don't know either."

Facing Xie Zhao's suspicious eyes, he explained in a low voice: "I don't like to join in the fun."

Xie Zhao remembered that when he first met Fu Ling, he was a taciturn and cold person, who would not go out when he could not go out on weekdays, and just stayed in the house all day reading and playing the piano.

Such a person who is not stained with dust, but now stands here, surrounded by human fireworks.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhao suddenly felt that the sugar-fried chestnuts in his mouth were not so fragrant.

He stopped and looked at Fu Ling seriously: "Your Highness, do you think Xie Zhao is troublesome?" After a pause, he continued, "You like quietness, but I always invite you to take you to places you don't like." The lively place—last time it caused you and me to fall down the slope and fall into the water, not to mention the embarrassment, and suffered a lot for no reason."

Lanterns were hung high in the wine shop by the street, and the candlelight passed through the paper cage, leaving a flickering brilliance in Xie Zhao's eyes.

Fu Ling looked into his eyes, and instantly felt that all the sounds around him had gone away.They were clearly standing on the frolicking street, surrounded by people coming and going, but he only had one Xie Zhao in his eyes.

The aroma of sugar-fried chestnuts came out of the bag, disrupting my thoughts.

Fu Ling came back to his senses, didn't look at Xie Zhao, and said softly, "It's nothing."

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly resounded heavily, and the surrounding crowd became excited for a moment. Everyone looked at the performance team of the dance band that appeared at the end, and there were endless laughter and laughter.

Fu Ling's voice was covered, Xie Zhao could only see his slightly moving lips, but couldn't hear what he said clearly.

He couldn't help leaning closer to Fu Ling's ear, raised his voice and asked, "What did you say just now? I didn't hear it."

The team at the dance band got closer and closer, and the people around became more and more excited and got closer.

Fu Ling looked down at Xie Zhao who was being squeezed in front of him, and could only lean closer to Xie Zhao's ear, and told him his answer again: "I said——Xie Zhao, those are nothing."

Falling off a hill is nothing, and falling into water is nothing.

Because it's Xie Zhao, it doesn't matter.

Black hair covered Fu Ling's feverish ears, and under Xie Zhaomingliang's smiling gaze, he stood up straight, pursed his lips and said softly, "I'm willing to do all of this."

The team in the dance band got closer and closer, and the cheers and shouts of the crowd became louder and louder.

Xie Zhao unconsciously grabbed Fu Ling's sleeve.

Obviously, he was still looking forward to the performance of Wu Yue Fang just now, but at this time Wu Yue Fang was coming to him, but he had no time to take care of it, so he leaned to Fu Ling again, persistently asking: "'What's wrong with that? What did you say after that?"

At this moment, he lost interest in the dance band, and only wanted to know Fu Ling's last words covered by the sound of gongs, drums and shouts: "Your Highness, what are you talking about?"

Fu Ling smiled without saying a word.

The performance team of the dance band has arrived in front of him, and the people nearby unconsciously take a step forward, wanting to get closer to the people of the dance band.The guards drove the crowd with outstretched arms and were soon sweating profusely.

Xie Zhao felt as if someone pushed him from behind, but before he could react, he had already been pushed into Fu Ling's arms.

The tip of the nose smelled the familiar scent of medicine again.

It is the taste of His Highness.he thought so.

Xie Zhao was in a trance, wrapping his arms around his waist.

That hand was warm and cold, leading him to turn around.The deafening drum music sounded, and just as Xie Zhao frowned, he felt someone gently cover his ears.

Before the world was quiet, he heard the man's calm and deep voice: "Xie Zhao, watch the show."

—Yes, it's time for him to see the show.

Suddenly, Xie Zhao looked up at the center of the street.

The procession of the dance band is slowly advancing on Songquan Street.

The musicians in red robes and high crowns were at the forefront of the line, smiling and beating on the snare drums hanging from their waists.Behind them, sixteen bearers also wearing red robes carried a high sedan chair.The high sedan chair was beautifully decorated, and the red silk was tied to the sedan body, hunting and dancing under the blowing of the night wind, it was extremely charming and indescribable.

And on this high sedan chair, four dancers with beautiful faces and neon clothes are stretching their bodies, as if they are responding to the music. The four of them lean back halfway together, with their waists slightly twisted, a gorgeous flower blooms. It blooms enchantingly in the night of the capital.

The people in the dance band moved forward for a certain distance.

Fu Ling withdrew his hand, and after a brief silence, Xie Zhao heard the noisy human voice again.

Fu Ling asked him, "Is the performance good?"

"nice."

Xie Zhao nodded, then turned his head to look at Fu Ling: "I really wonder what His Highness said just now."

Why is this person so stubborn?

Fu Ling said dumbly: "It's nothing, it's just a common thing in the world."

Common things?

Xie Zhao heard his perfunctory, curled his lips, took out a sugar-fried chestnut from the paper bag in his hand, peeled the shell and put it in his mouth to chew vigorously: "What common things in the world can make you so mysterious?" ?”

He guessed: "You didn't say something to scold me, did you?"

This is the trick.

Not being fooled by him, Fu Ling didn't answer a word, and stood quietly beside Xie Zhao, but the corners of his lips raised quietly.

He said softly, "The show is over, Xie Zhao, it's time for you to go back and rest."

The leg injury has just healed, and today's road is enough.

Xie Zhao sighed: "If we want to go back now, it depends on whether we have the ability."

Fu Ling was taken aback for a moment, and quickly understood what he meant.

The performance of the dance band was not over yet, and the surrounding crowd were obviously amazed by the performance, and they followed the team of the dance band to move forward.The two were coerced by the crowd and could only be forced to walk forward together.

Fu Ling was helpless, and just wanted to ask Xie Zhao to come closer, but before he could say anything, he saw several tall men suddenly squeezed in front of him.He frowned, and just about to pass these people, when his gaze inadvertently swept over the back of one of them, he froze.

The manza pattern was embroidered on the back collar.

Manzhahuado grows in Beiyan and is loved by Beiyan people. It is often embroidered as patterns on outer robes or small objects such as purses.

——These are people from Beiyan.

Realizing this, Fu Ling's eyes were deep and his body tensed unconsciously.

Sure enough, when passing through an alley, a few people on the left pushed him into the alley as if nothing.

Fu Ling entered the alley, looked at the man leaning against the wall in the alley, and sneered: "So it's Master Zeng."

The man stood up straight, revealing a face hidden in the darkness. It was Zeng Cheng who sneaked into the capital not long ago.

Fu Ling's attitude was indifferent, but Zeng Cheng didn't seem to feel it at all, he still smiled and respectfully knelt down on one knee to salute him: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Hearing this title again, Fu Ling was in a daze for a moment.

Those distant memories resurfaced in his mind in an instant. He looked at Zeng Cheng who was bent over the ground, and felt that everything was ridiculous: "You call a proton a prince?"

Fu Ling sneered: "I was not a prince many years ago, let alone now."

Fu Ling didn't tell him to get up, and Zeng Cheng didn't obediently continue to kneel on the ground.

He stood up, patted the dust on his robe unhurriedly, and then smiled calmly towards Fu Ling: "His Royal Highness, Prince Beiyan, you have always been the only one."

The prince who was deposed and sent to another country as a proton?

Fu Ling thought he heard a joke.

Seeing the mocking smile on Fu Ling's lips, Zeng Cheng shook his head, feeling in his heart that it was a little unreasonable for him to entrust this matter to him.It wasn't him who caused the matter to this day, why should he come all the way to help deal with it now?

But no matter how many complaints, they all disappeared after looking up and seeing Fu Ling.

Forget it, everything is worth it for the sake of a rich future.

Thinking of it this way, Zeng Cheng felt much more at ease, and the depression that he had been acting cautiously in the capital these days was also reduced a bit.

He revealed to Fu Ling: "The master's physical condition has deteriorated rapidly in recent years."

Fu Ling's brows and eyes didn't move, and he didn't show any emotion.

He calmly said: "Isn't there still my good second brother?"

Zeng Chengchang sighed, and said in a pitiful tone: "...It is said that it has something to do with him."

I don't know who he has pity on.

"It's all on its own." Fu Ling's eyes were indifferent, as if he was referring to two strangers: "So that person felt betrayed, and now he thinks of me, right?"

Zeng Cheng nodded yes.He originally thought that Fu Ling would happily ask him when he would leave, but Fu Ling turned around and wanted to leave bored, leaving only one sentence "I won't go back".

not going back?Is this to give up the throne? !

Cracks finally appeared on Zeng Cheng's calm expression, and he said in disbelief, "Why don't you go back? You have been neglected here, and even your residence is shabby! Don't forget, Dayu is not your home!"

He opened his eyes wide and tried to persuade Fu Ling: "After you go back, you can get much more than here."

"Do you think Beiyan is my home?"

Fu Ling stopped in his tracks, and tightened the paper bag filled with fried chestnuts in sugar.The sugar-fried chestnuts in the bag were no longer warm at first, and the paper bag became a bit cold, but the faint scent of chestnuts could still be smelled.

He raised his head to look at the full moon in the sky, and smiled softly: "I haven't forgotten that winter, when my mother dragged her sick body and knelt outside his palace begging him not to send me to Dayu."

Such a proud woman like her, she gave up her dignity for her son and knelt for three full hours.

Fu Ling remembered that the snow was so heavy that day that it covered her body with white after three hours.Fu Ling also remembered that the wind was very cold that day, and the tears on his face froze, and he couldn't cry anymore.

But that winter, he still left.

He didn't even get to see her for the last time.

Fu Ling clenched the paper bag in his hand.

He said lightly to Zeng Cheng who was behind him: "Master Zeng, go by yourself, I won't go."