Make peace with the Lord of the Prairie

Facing Tuobahong's blatant and straightforward invitation, Ming Heng held his back, his expression calm as usual.After all, he has been married for so long, and he is used to Tuoba Hong's surprising words from time to time, so he just rubbed his slightly hot ears, but pursed his mouth and did not respond.

Tuoba Hong saw the struggling look in his eyes, hugged his neck and straightened his upper body, blew softly in his ear, and continued to seduce: "Did you miss me for so many days?"

"..." Tuoba Hong himself is very good at this kind of thing, when he was in the royal court, he had to seduce Ming Heng every day.Fortunately, Mingheng has good concentration, and because of his concern for Tuobahong and his children, he was basically able to strengthen his will and resist temptation. Only a few times when the city was lost, he was extremely restrained and did not dare to make too many moves.

Probably because of his excessive tenderness, Tuoba Hong was a little bit dissatisfied with his desires, and the methods of seduction were endless, with various tricks, which made Ming Heng tormented.

Ming Heng held Tuoba Hong's slender waist, the skin under his palm became more and more delicate and smooth in the water, he couldn't help hugging him even tighter, he couldn't put it down.

He counted the days in his heart, and it was true that he and Tuobahong hadn't done intimate things for a while, and being seduced by Tuobahong this time, the desire in his heart was also quietly hooked.So he looked at Tuobahong hesitantly, seeing that he looked good and he didn't seem to be feeling sick, he felt a little distracted.

In fact, he missed it very much, but seeing Tuobahong's confident appearance, as if he knew that he would surrender, he was still a little unconvinced, so he restrained his expression and pretended to be reluctant to add He said, "Only once."

Tuobahong nodded with a smile, and leaned over to kiss Mingheng's neck.

Mingheng put his right palm against the back of his neck, let him gnaw on his shoulder for a while, then sighed pretendingly, and muttered: "Hey, you are really like this, you are the one who wants to be a father. capricious."

On the face, he condemned grandly, but turned over while holding Tuoba Hong, and the movement of pressing him against the wall of the pool was neat and clean.

Tuobahong buried his face in his arms and smiled silently, lazily reminding: "Be careful with the children."

"I know." The voice was muffled.

Not long after, the calm pool water swayed slightly, and the hot air on the water surface enveloped the figures of the two people in the lake, leaving only a pair of inseparable blurry silhouettes.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, the water in the pool returned to calm. Ming Heng walked out of the pool with Tuoba Hong in his arms. After dressing himself neatly, he helped Tuoba Hong get dressed, then picked him up and walked steadily towards the Go down the mountain.

Tuobahong now has a double body, much heavier than when he was pregnant, but Mingheng carried him all the way down the mountain, walking steadily, even his breathing didn't change.

Tuoba Hong leaned on his chest, with his right hand on his shoulder, he lifted a lock of slightly wet hair behind him and wrapped it around his index finger to play with, and commented in a slightly hoarse voice: "I don't see that your physical strength is not bad. "

Ming Heng smiled slightly, not being modest: "Well, my physical strength is indeed not bad."

At this time, Tuoba Hong whispered in his ear: "The technology is also very good."

"Cough, cough, cough." Ming Heng lost his breath all of a sudden, hugged Tuoba Hong and coughed three times, and his steps became a little messy.

But the culprit was completely unconscious, and buried his face in Mingheng's chest and rubbed it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a complacent and satisfied expression.

Ming Heng's face was flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't help but feel complacent.After all, no man can remain calm after being praised by his beloved for his abilities in that area.

Tuobahong looked at the corners of his mouth that were about to bend, smiled silently, and did not poke it, leaned into his arms and yawned, and then returned to the topic just now: "Actually, I have wanted to ask for a long time, You don't know martial arts, but your figure is obviously specially trained."

"Well," Mingheng nodded, and explained, "Actually, the heirs of the royal family all want to learn a little martial arts, but didn't I fall into a lotus pond when I was young, and my body was frozen to death. The imperial doctor said that my foundation was injured. I'm afraid I won't be able to practice martial arts in the future, so my father exempted me from the martial arts class. However, since then, I have been sick twice in three days, and I can't get better after ten days and a half months. My body is getting weaker and weaker. If things go on like this, I'm afraid I won't live for five years. At the beginning, my father rewarded me with a lot of expensive medicinal herbs, but it didn't improve, and gradually gave up. At that time, everyone in the palace believed that I couldn't live for five years. , only Uncle Huang didn’t believe it.”

"Uncle Emperor?" Tuoba Hong couldn't help but say, "Which Uncle Emperor? I heard that the previous emperor had many heirs, and brothers fought openly and secretly. He came to power by stepping on his brother's corpse. How come there is another uncle?"

Ming Heng didn't lie to him, and continued to explain: "Uncle Huang is the youngest son of the late emperor, but he is also the smartest among the several princes, with both civil and military skills, he is the most loved by the late emperor, and he is also the most suitable candidate for the crown prince in the late emperor's mind. However, it was probably because the uncle was so good that the first emperor ignored his other sons, which was self-defeating. On the contrary, the uncle made enemies in the palace. When the uncle was 15 years old, there was a very serious incident in the palace. In the poisoning incident, the emperor's uncle and several other princes who were loved by the former emperor were unfortunately poisoned. Because of his good health, the emperor's uncle was lucky to save his life after three days and three nights of rescue by the imperial physician, while the other princes were not so lucky , was poisoned and died on the spot. However, although the emperor's uncle was lucky to survive, his body became extremely weak and he could only lie in bed. So I made him a king, and chose a land with good mountains and rivers suitable for self-cultivation. Since then, the emperor's uncle has faded out of the struggle for the crown prince."

After hearing this, Tuobahong was also deeply moved: "The first emperor sent him out of the capital obviously to protect him."

"En." Ming Heng nodded in agreement, "After the poisoning incident, the first emperor was furious and ordered a thorough investigation of the matter. It was later found out that the person behind the scenes was a concubine at that time, and her child was a concubine other than the emperor's uncle. She is the most hopeful to become the crown prince outside the country. She did all this to clear up the enemies for her own child. When the first emperor learned the truth, he used the same poison to kill his concubine and her child, as well as a court lady who was involved in this matter. Eunuch. Since then, the eating of the prince and the former emperor has become extremely strict, and they have to go through at least seven rounds of inspections before they can be served on the table."

Tuobahong sneered after hearing this, and commented mockingly: "Stupid, extremely stupid."

Mingheng smiled dumbly, and acquiesced: "It's really stupid. That concubine is an embroidered pillow, but it's just a knife used by others to kill people with a borrowed knife."

Tuobahong finally became interested, and asked curiously, "Oh? Who is the real mastermind behind the scenes?"

But Mingheng shook his head and said: "I don't know, but since then this kind of thing has never happened in the palace, so the late emperor didn't investigate it."

Tuoba Hong dismissed his tongue, and said: "Whoever benefits the most is the mastermind behind the scenes. I think it's not that your late emperor didn't know, but he just didn't care about it."

Ming Heng smiled cryptically, but didn't express any opinion.In fact, he had doubted more than once.One must know that Emperor Qianyuan was not the most outstanding in all aspects among the princes. If it hadn't been for the poisoning incident that caused the royal family to lose many princes, the former emperor would not even have noticed him.It was after that incident that the first emperor discovered that Emperor Qianyuan seemed to be a malleable talent, so he took a snack.

It's just that Emperor Qianyuan was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the time, so it was absolutely impossible for him to have such serious scheming and means. If this matter was really related to him, he was just a beneficiary, not a planner.As for the real planner, it is naturally the biological mother of Emperor Qianyuan, who is now the Queen Mother.

But Mingheng didn't want to believe it, because in his impression, Grandma Huang had always stayed out of the matter, devoted herself to the Buddha, and was always accompanied by the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng.If all this is really as he thinks, then he can only say that people who know people know their faces but don't know their hearts, and people who turn to Buddha may not necessarily be merciful.

Regarding the secret history of the palace many years ago, Tuobahong didn't seem to care much about it. He cared more about the emperor uncle who survived, so he pulled Ming Heng's hair and raised his head to remind: "Your emperor uncle's It's not over yet."

"Oh," Ming Heng came back to his senses, sorted out his thoughts, and continued, "Since the little emperor was far away from the court at that time, he was lucky to escape the tragic battle for the crown prince. The little emperor's uncle killed them all, and he even invited him to Beijing for a reunion every year at the palace banquet. Speaking of my father's six sons, but the little emperor's uncle took extra care of me. When we met for the first time, I was teased by my elder brothers , probably because he saw me as pitiful, so he took me away, and then often invited me to his place for snacks, and he would bring back any strange things he encountered outside. The little emperor uncle is the only one who loves me in the palace. I care about my people. So after my accident, everyone gave up on me, only he was unwilling. He promised me that he would cure me, and even for this reason he asked my father to ask me and brought me back His fiefdom. I lived with Uncle Huang for three years. During these three years, Uncle Huang invited many famous doctors to treat me and taught me martial arts himself. But my foundation has been ruined, and I can only practice some basic moves Strengthening the body. I didn’t expect it to be useful. My body is getting better every day, and even the number of illnesses has improved. In the third year, I am more likely to suffer from cold weather, and I am no different from ordinary children. It can be said that my life was saved by the emperor, without him, I would not be where I am now."

Although more than ten years have passed, Mingheng still sighed deeply when he talked about this incident again, and his eyes turned slightly red.

Tuobahong gently stroked the corner of his eyes, looked at him tenderly, and whispered after a long time: "Thank you, uncle, otherwise I would never have met you."

Mingheng smiled and rubbed his forehead with him, and said: "I have a chance to take you to meet him. His fief is in Donggan, not far from Yerou."

"En." Tuobahong nodded.

The two walked and chatted, and they had already reached the wooden house before they knew it.Tuoba Hong pushed open the half-closed door, and made a gesture of silence to Ming Heng with his finger on his lips.

Ming Heng nodded, walked lightly, tiptoed in, closed the door carefully, and walked into the room.

It was already the middle of the night, and the whole wooden house was quiet, with snoring sounds coming from the house from time to time.The lights in He Zexi's room were already off, and Mo Jia didn't know whether he went back to his room or stayed behind.

After a day of tossing around, the two were also tired, so they went back to the house and climbed into bed in the dark without even turning on the lights, and fell asleep hugging each other.

The next day, Wu Meng and several guards got up the earliest.Since they came suddenly, there was nothing to buy in this cabin, so Wumeng went to the city to buy more goods with his men.

When Mingheng and Tuobahong got up, there were not many people left in the wooden house.So the task of fetching water and washing fell on Mingheng again.The two left the room after washing up in the room, just in time to see Mo Jia coming out of the kitchen with a bowl, and stopped to say hello when they saw them.

"Khan, Your Highness."

Tuobahong nodded, gathered the cloak on his body and walked over.It was still a bit chilly in the morning, so Mingheng added a cloak to him, which just happened to cover his stomach.

Tuobahong walked up to him, glanced at the soup bowl, and asked, "What is it?"

Mo Jia stared at the mask on Tuobahong's face for a long time before replying, "It's ginseng chicken soup for Han Yi."

Han Yi...Mingheng and Tuobahong were stunned for a while before they realized it, they looked at each other, and raised their eyebrows tacitly.

It's only been a day since I've known her even by nickname, so there's something to be said for it?

Mingheng thought secretly.

At this time, I heard Mo Jia say again: "I cooked a lot, if Da Khan and Your Highness want to drink, I will bring it over later, and I also cooked shredded chicken noodles."

Mingheng was very surprised: "Master Mo can also cook?"

Mo Jia nodded: "I can only cook some home-cooked dishes."

"That's amazing." Ming Heng looked at himself and Tuoba Hong, then at Mo Jia and the decent bowl of chicken soup in his hand, filled with emotion.If he and Zexi can succeed, at least their family won't have to worry about starvation, unlike their own family, who can only drink the northwest wind if they don't have servants.

Tuobahong also patted him on the shoulder, praised him, and then asked him to deliver it to the people in the room first.

As soon as Mo Jia left, Tuoba Hong took Ming Heng's hand and entered the kitchen: "Come on, let's try Mo Jia's cooking."

Mo Jia sent the chicken soup and didn't come back right away. Mingheng and Tuobahong were indeed hungry, so they were not polite. They filled a large bowl full and sat at a small low table in the kitchen to share their food.

After eating a large bowl of noodles and drinking another bowl of chicken soup, Tuobahong licked the corner of his mouth and said with satisfaction: "The taste is not bad. Mo Jia is really hiding his secrets."

Ming Heng also nodded in agreement, and became more and more curious about Mo Jia's mysterious life experience. While wiping Tuoba Hong's mouth with a handkerchief, he asked, "What is Mo Jia's origin?"

"I don't know," Tuoba Hong cupped his face, "the person who picked him up was Ze Xi. Later I asked Ze Xi, and Ze Xi seemed to know something, but he didn't seem to care about it. I also asked Mo Jia, but he doesn’t want to say more.”

Ming Heng was a little worried: "You dare to stay by your side even if you don't know his details, what if it's a spy sent by the enemy country?"

Tuobahong smiled confidently, and pointed to his own eyes: "I have confidence in my eyesight, and I haven't looked past it for so many years. Moreover, Mo Jia's face is so recognizable that he can tell at a glance that he is from the Baiyou Kingdom." Ye Ruan and Baiyou are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, and they have no intersection at all, so they are even less likely to be spies. As a citizen, Mo Jia is naturally saddened by Baiyou's destruction of the country, and it is understandable that he does not want to mention the history Originally, I didn’t force me to ask.”

Ming Heng still felt uneasy: "Even so, it's better to know clearly. If you don't want Mo Jia to reveal her scars, why don't you ask Ze Xi? Didn't you say that Ze Xi might know something? Jia knows. If his origin is innocent, we should not know how we treated him in the past and how we will treat him in the future. If there is a problem with his origin, we can take precautions."

Tuobahong was also really curious about Mo Jia's background, and thought Mingheng's proposal was good, so he agreed.

It was not until noon that Wumeng and several of his subordinates came back with a carriage.There was not enough manpower, so Wu Meng called Mo Jia to help, and Ming Heng and Tuoba Hong took the opportunity to sneak into He Zexi's room.

He Zexi was leaning on the bed and reading a book.After resting all night, his face was a little bloodier than yesterday, and he was not so weak anymore.

Tuobahong checked his pulse first, and he was relieved when he found that there was no serious problem, and then fed him a sip of water.

He Zexi put down the book and saw that the expressions of the two were different, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

"En." Tuoba Hong nodded, and suddenly stretched out his hand to squeeze his waist.

Ever since his belly got bigger, Tuobahong often suffered from back pains. Ming Heng knew his waist was sore when he saw him doing this action, so he hurried over and used his body as a meat shield for him.

Tuoba Hong took advantage of the situation and leaned back, found a comfortable position before asking: "Who is Mo Jia?"

He Zexi froze for a moment, frowned slightly, and asked, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious. You picked him up, you should know."

He Zexi didn't hide anything, nodded sincerely, stared at the quilt for a while, and then said softly: "Mo Jia, he is Baiyou's prince."

The author has something to say: Ming Heng: This article is also called "The City Is Full of Little Princes", just any person is the prince of a country, can it still work!

Author: Who made our label the Marquis of the Palace (picking fingers)