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Jiang Xing stumbled and followed Chu Zhengan into the car, unable to speak a word along the way, his body shivered unconsciously, and his shoulders twitched from time to time.

He was so nervous that he hiccupped.

Chu Zhenqian gently patted his back, "Hold your breath."

Jiang Xing held his breath, his body was still jumping uncontrollably.

"Open your mouth."

Chu Zhenqian lifted his chin, leaned over and kissed him.

Jiang Xing was startled, and then his lips and teeth were pushed away, and he was confused and entangled. When he came back to his senses, he was struggling to breathe in Chu Zhengan's arms, and he had stopped hiccupping.

Chu Zhenqian: "So afraid?"

Jiang Xing did not say a word, silently resisting.

Chu Zhen was somewhat dissatisfied that he could not see the transparent and beautiful purple eyes of the young man.He forced Jiang Xing to look up at him, his eyes were deep and dark.

"Not only did you repay her for saving your life, but you even saved Xiyi Royal Court for her. What is there to be afraid of?"

Jiang Xing pursed her lips, "I... feel ashamed."

"Huh?" Chu Zhengan said without emotion in his voice, "What a shame."

Snow-white teeth were unconsciously trampled on his lower lip, Jiang Xing suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were moist, and Chu Zhen was slightly stunned by the eager affection in them.

"As a member of Xiyi," Jiang Xingfu closed his eyes again, as if he was extremely ashamed, "but to the Central Plains people..."

No amount of shame or guilt was torn apart by the hot kiss.

He closed his eyes tightly, wrapped his arms around Chu Zhengan's neck, and responded enthusiastically.

What Xiyi, what Central Plains, what has it to do with him?Xiyi never accepted him, and there was no place for him in the Central Plains.

Only when Chu Zhen does it, only when he hugs and kisses, his existence is real.

Yes, as long as you forget who you are, it is enough to be completely dominated by Chu Zhenqian.

However, the carriage has an end after all, the shafts creak and the horses neigh.

Jiao Huan: "My lord, we're here."

Zhou Jingyun was not there, Jiao Huan's face was not good for the camp in the suburbs of Beijing, Chu Zhenqian pushed open the window, "It's my king."

The soldiers guarding the camp immediately bowed their heads respectfully, "Welcome to the lord."

"Let go!"

The gate of the tall camp was slowly opened, and Jiang Xing twisted as if he was suffocating, and grabbed the neckline tightly.

Chu Zhen frowned dryly, "Breathe."

Jiang Xing's eyes were red and moist, and he didn't want Chu Zhenqian to see the truth.

Chu Zhen fell silent, hesitating for a moment.

Maybe he shouldn't push Jiang Xing so hard.

But there was no turning back, and the carriage stopped in front of the barracks where the suspects were held. Chu Zhenqian hugged Jiang Xing and got out of the carriage. The cloak covered his head and face, preventing outsiders from prying.

Once entering the gate of the barracks, the light was suddenly cut off, only the beating pine oil torches hung on the wall and burned quietly, the cold instruments of torture glowed with oil on the table, and the look in the grooves on the ground was one.

I don't know if it's stains or blood.

Chu Zhenqian gently covered Jiang Xing's mouth and nose with silk, "Be patient for a while."

Jiang Xing glanced at him feebly and stopped talking.

A group of people stopped in front of the innermost cell, and the leading soldier knocked on the iron door with a weapon and shouted: "You!"

"stand up!"

The shadow in the depths of the cell moved, and a dusty face lifted up.

Even in such a dim environment, one can still see her fair skin and charming features.

The hem of an orange dress was ragged by the jungle branches, but fortunately, it was still completely covered.

But she couldn't understand the Central Plains dialect, curled up vigilantly, and didn't stand up.

The soldier continued to shout, but was interrupted by Chu Zhengan: "Open the door."

"Yes."

The iron gate opened, and the woman was even more panicked, cursing in Xiyi dialect: "Go away!"

Chu Zhen frowned dryly, "We are from Xiyi."

Jiao Huan looked at the woman angrily, holding the handle of the knife tightly.

Jiang Xing was buried in Chu Zhengan's arms, vowing not to raise his head to let the woman see him.

"Don't you look at your princess?" Chu Zhen asked.

Jiang Xing shook his head, a corner of curly hair slipped out of the hood.

The woman was taken aback for a moment, then let out a strange cry, and threw herself at Chu Zhenqian.

Jiao Huan had been prepared for a long time, and pushed her back to the original place with a palm, and shouted: "Barbarian dare!"

The woman struggled, her eyes widened, and she shouted at Jiang Xing: "Why are you here!"

She is not a fool, she can see at a glance that Chu Zhengan's status is extraordinary, and then think about the situation in the Central Plains, how could she not guess who this terrifying man is?

Jiang Xing was able to hook up with Chu Zhenqian, he is very capable.

Jiao Huan could only understand a few words, looked at Jiang Xing in doubt, pushed the woman into the depths of the cell, pulled out the sharp blade, "Back!"

The woman did not dare to step forward, her beautiful eyes were distorted: "You are better than me in everything, and you are better than me in everything. Now that you are in the Central Plains, how dare you—"

Jiang Xing finally raised his head, and the peculiar-sounding Xiyi language was spoken from his mouth, as smooth as the water and moonlight in the desert.

"Xiyi was defeated." Jiang Xing's eyes were full of tears, and he didn't know whether he was genuinely moved or deliberately showed it to Chu Zhengan. "You are the only princess who was sent to the Central Plains to get married."

The woman gasped for breath.

Jiang Xing: "But you are very happy, aren't you?"

"You can finally take revenge?"

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "The king of Xiyi killed my mother and favored you, a foreign bastard, shouldn't I take revenge?"

She was trembling with hatred, and her nails painted with Yin Hong Dankou were twisted together.

"I was supposed to be the most honorable princess of Xiyi, but I blame you and that foreign bitch of yours..."

Jiang Xing interrupted: "So you want to use the hands of the emperor of the Central Plains to destroy Xiyi."

The woman didn't speak, her chest rose and fell, obviously acquiescing.

Jiao Huan didn't understand half of what he heard, but he became even more confused.

In his ears, it seemed that Jiang Xing was born of a Central Plains woman and was hated by the Xiyi Princess.

What's more, the real princess of Xiyi didn't dislike marriage, but wanted to use the emperor to suppress Xiyi?

Jiao Huan's complexion was weird, and he couldn't help seeing her with a lot of contempt and less anger.

It is really rare in the world to be stupid enough to want to rely on the enemy to suppress the same race.

Chu Zhengan's tone was flat: "Is it finished?"

He spoke authentic Xiyi language.

Jiang Xing's body was stiff, like a little lynx whose neck was grabbed by a hunter, its limbs curled up and did not dare to move.

The woman sneered: "It really is you, the God of War in the Central Plains?"

"Kill my people, destroy my army." She said, "Jiang Xing, what's the difference between you and me?"

Chu Zhenqian: "Princess Xiyi."

The woman wiped her head and face, and the gold bracelet on her wrist that belonged exclusively to the Xiyi royal family flashed past.

She puffed out her chest and said arrogantly, "I am An Yuesong, Princess Xiyi."

An Yuesong turned his gaze coldly, and said with a smile, "Regent of the Central Plains, do you know who is in your arms?"

Chu Zhengan was not in the mansion, and the Prince Regent's mansion was quiet.A maid with an ordinary face walked by the lake, bent over and picked up something at random, and stuffed it into her sleeve.

She looked around vigilantly to make sure that there was no sound of other people's breathing, and then strode away.

The maid came out from the back door, greeted the guards, and said with a smile: "The caramel in the house is exhausted, the cook asked me to go out and buy some more."

The regent seldom eats sugar once in 800 years, so he made a lot of desserts in the past two days.

The guard said clearly, "Would that one have pastries tonight?"

The maid nodded, "Shh, don't say it."

The guard smiled and said, "I know, go and come back quickly."

Everyone in the mansion had vague guesses about the identity of the nobleman.

The image of the Prince Regent has always been perfect in their hearts, but too perfect seems out of reach. Most of the servants are respectful, loyal to loyal, but less enthusiastic.

Seeing Chu Zhenqian in the past two days, they also had ordinary emotions. On the one hand, they were excited about speculation about the secrets of the powerful, and on the other hand, they were more sincere and loyal to Chu Zhenqian.

Only a master with feelings can make people obey from the bottom of their hearts.

The maid walked into the caramel shop in a familiar way, bought three jars of the purest candy, and handed the scroll in her sleeve to the boss when paying.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the boss smiled and said, "Come again next time."

As soon as he turned around and entered the backyard, Chu Yan happened to be eating the freshly washed autumn pears in the courtyard.

"Ah, the things from our princess have been delivered?" Chu Yan stuffed the pears into his mouth in twos and said vaguely, "What's written on it?"

The boss unfolded the greased paper expressionlessly, "Official Bank."

"Guan Yin..." Chu Yan was stunned, his teeth creaking the fragile pear, "What exactly does Chu Zhen want to do..."

Boss: "If Chu Zhenqian wants the throne, he doesn't have to do anything."

He spoke bluntly, causing Chu Yan to sneer, "That's true."

The boss continued: "I don't believe that Chu Zhen doesn't want to."

Chu Yan washed the sweet juice on his hands in the well water, "I don't believe it either. But what is he waiting for?"

Boss: "Take a mouse shot."

Chu Yan laughed loudly: "Is there anything he taboos in the world?"

The boss said coldly: "Everyone has weaknesses."

Chu Yan pondered for a moment, "Speaking of which, I do have a little impression."

He paced briskly in the courtyard, although he was thinking about big things, he didn't appear anxious.

"When I was young, I played in the palace, and the late emperor's confidantes inexplicably demolished a palace."

"This subordinate also knows about it."

Chu Yan: "The main hall had been rebuilt when I entered the palace for the second time. Where was Chu Zhen doing at that time?"

The boss said: "Fight in the southwest."

"At that time, Chu Zhengan had no authority, only meritorious service..." Chu Yan said, "There must be no eyes and ears for him in the palace."

"But this matter is known to all the elders in the palace, and it is not a secret."

"It's not a secret to us," Chu Yan laughed, and finally figured it out, "How can someone who knows nothing suspect something he never knew?"

"The former emperor hid a secret there," Chu Yan said firmly, "a secret that is enough to suppress Chu Zhenqian."

"Guan Yin, Guan Yin..." He turned around twice excitedly, his eyes lit up, "I know!"

An Yuesong: "He is the noblest and dirtiest bloodline of Xiyi."

Jiang Xing didn't want to look at her, and buried himself in Chu Zhenqian's arms.

He also didn't dare to watch Chu Zhen do anything, for he was afraid of seeing everything that disgusted and disgusted him, and everything he feared.

As long as Chu Zhengan thinks about it, Jiang Xing's life, which is as light as duckweed, will be blown away by the strong wind immediately.

Chu Zhenqian: "Is there any more?"

An Yuesong gritted her teeth and said, "There is more!"

"He didn't marry me to the Central Plains for anything at all," she said angrily, "He was afraid that I would do something to Xiyi, so he insisted on robbing me of this heaven-sent opportunity."

Jiao Huan couldn't help lowering his head and suppressing a smile.

He originally hated the Xiyi people to the bone, but seeing this ignorant and stupid Xiyi nobleman, he actually felt that his previous deep-rooted anger seemed overkill.

With such unclear minds, they can live in the corner of the desert and dream.

"In that case." Chu Zhenqian said flatly, "I will rectify the name of the princess with the Ministry of Rites."

His eyes were cold and stern, "Help the princess clean up and send it to the palace at night."

An Yuesong was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Seek benevolence and benevolent." Chu Zhenqian curled his lips coldly, "This king will help the princess."

The group turned and left, An Yuesong suddenly came back to his senses, threw himself on the iron gate and shouted: "Jiang Xing! I want you to die!"

Jiang Xing suddenly pushed Chu Zhengan, and said in a muffled voice, "Put me down."

He turned his eyes away from Chu Zhenqian.

The regent put him back on the ground firmly, straightened his cloak and hood, "Go."

Jiang Xing took a deep breath, ran back to the prison, and fixedly looked at An Yuesong.

The woman froze and said sharply, "What are you doing!"

Jiang Xing: "I am different from you."

"You belong to the orthodox Xiyi royal family." The young man looked firmly, "But I am not."

"You forgot, my mother's tent can't even share charcoal fire in winter. It was her maid who desperately went to pick up dead branches in the ice and snow. After a day of picking, her toes were blue and purple from the cold, so she could barely burn it for an hour. After a while, it didn't work." The cold night at the end."

An Yuesong couldn't listen at all.

"I survived not because of the king of Xiyi, but because of the loyal servants around my mother."

Jiang Xing took a deep breath and spread out his flawless palm, "I haven't suffered much, because my mother is protecting me."

"And when you were at your worst, you were just demoted from the royal court by the King of Xiyi, and 'barely' survived in the Princess Mansion."

Jiang Xing said: "I don't have the slightest affection for Xiyi, but it is also the place where I grew up, and I will not harm it."

"What about you?"

An Yuesong said furiously, "Get out! Get out!"

Jiang Xing turned and left, silently returning to the regent's side.

Chu Zhengan put him in the carriage, and said two words indifferently:

"farce."

Jiang Xing shook, raised his eyes, and looked at Chu Zhenqian timidly.

"Uncle Emperor..."

The princess who should really marry the emperor is back, Jiang Xing should not call Chu Zhenqian emperor uncle anymore.

But he didn't want to change the name, it would be like the relationship between him and Chu Zhengan turned into two hostile camps again, and they would never get along for the rest of their lives.

Jiao Huan waved the soldiers back silently, and turned to the driving place and bowed his head in silence. There was no one around the carriage.

Jiang Xing was sitting halfway by the door of the carriage, without pedals, he was carried up by Chu Zhengan directly, his legs were hanging in the air, and his knees touched Chu Zhengan from time to time.

Chu Zhenqian let Jiang Xing hold it in one hand, and turned the giant clam with the other hand, and the crisp sound of the beads made Jiang Xing's heart flutter.

He lowered his head and said in a crying voice, "I'm sorry. I lied to you."

"Look up at the king."

Jiang Xing sniffled and looked over.He was holding back tears, his eyes and nose were red, as if he had been in a steamer, his lower lip was already injured, and it was already bitten in a mess.

Chu Zhen sighed.

The hot lips pressed together, and Jiang Xing's eyes lit up, bursting out with a starlight of surprise.

Tridacna Skewer pushed back his hood, letting out his soft and shiny hair.With the aroma of the Central Plains saponins, it was still the smell after Chu Zhenqian washed him last night.

Chu Zhen said: "You don't think that this king is really unaware?"

His fingertips curled up his curly hair, and lightly brushed his eyelids.

Jiang Xing instinctively closed his eyes, but he no longer panicked.He grabbed Chu Zhengan's wrist, pressed his soft cheek lightly, arched him like a kitten, and said coquettishly: "Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang..."

"Do you know that curly hair and different eyes are extremely rare even in Xiyi?"

Jiang Xing nodded indiscriminately, his eyes were hot, and his fingertips were sore.

Chu Zhenqian looked down at the young man who was tightly relying on him, and laughed softly.

If such a clumsy, dull, and extravagant beauty had no power, she would have been plundered wantonly and kept in the depths of the treasury, never to see the light of day again.

But when he raised his eyes, his adoring and penetrating eyes were full of trust and dependence.

He is willing to be locked up by another more noble person.

The clam lightly pressed against the earlobe, Chu Zhen said, "It's swollen."

Not only the earlobe was swollen, but the ankle was also swollen.

The skin texture moisturized by goat milk can be broken by blowing, and even the callus in Chu Zhengan's palm can't bear it.

Jiang Xing pursed his lips and said, "The tea leaves sent by the emperor are still in the palace."

Probably no chance to take it out again.

Chu Zhenqian suddenly asked: "Do you want to marry me?"

Jiang Xing was startled.

"It's just a joke with you." Chu Zhenqian slightly hooked his lips, brushed his ears and hair and kissed his earlobes lightly, "I'll take you to see the fish killing."

The carriage went straight out of Beijing and was heading south.

Jiang Xing asked in surprise, "Uncle Huang is going to the southeast?"

Chu Zhen nodded, it turned out that the hidden compartment under the car was already full of travel supplies.

"It will take half a day to arrive by water."

The carriage stopped at the port, it was already late at night, and the black armored army held torches, like silent sculptures.

With a bloody evil spirit all over his body, this is Chu Zhenqian's most trusted army. He has fought with him for many years and is invincible.

The huge ship swayed gently on the surface of the water, and the black shadow was like a giant beast that chose to devour people.They are indeed here to kill.

A team of civil and military officials had long been waiting on the deck, Zhang Qiulin, who had been wronged and demoted, was on the list, and the rest were all members of the Prince Regent's family from humble backgrounds.

Zhang Qiulin couldn't see the shadow clearly in the dark night, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and immediately found the familiar slender figure.

My heart was complicated for a while.

The prince would actually take that person with him...

Once on board, Jiao Huan led Jiang Xing to the main cabin, while Chu Zhengan had something to discuss with the diners.

The water surface was cold and wet, and Jiang Xing was shivering from the cold, but fortunately, a charcoal fire was lit in the cabin.He took off his cloak, threw it casually on the back of the chair, squatted down beside the copper stove, and spread his hands to keep warm.

He was not very old, but squatting there at this moment, wearing old clothes that didn't fit him, looked even more childish.

Jiao Huan hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Who are you?"

Jiang Xing glanced at him behind the warm orange flame, "The...prince of Xiyi?"

After all, he himself laughed, "It's just that no one admits it."

With mixed blood, if he can really be counted as a royal family, who would dare to let him leave the royal court?Not to mention turning into a concubine princess.

"An Yuesong has a paranoid personality," he continued, "no one can reverse what she believes. She wholeheartedly believes that it is my mother who made her no longer the most favored princess in Xiyi."

Jiang Xing smiled wryly, looking very pitiful, "But she didn't want to think about it. It was her mother's tribe who led the troops to rebel against the King of Xiyi."

Xiyi is different from the Central Plains. Although the only king was elected, it is actually composed of various loose tribes, and they are constantly fighting each other for their own interests.

"She hates me, and she hates the king of Xiyi even more."

Jiao Huan was speechless for a while, opened his mouth, and said dryly: "Now you have nothing to do with Xiyi."

Jiang Xing smiled softly, "Yes."

Jiao Huan held the handle of the knife uncomfortably, feeling a little guilty.

On Jiang Xing...he really never saw a look that made him suspicious.Maybe he's just overthinking it.

This young man is so dull, the slap on his neck at that time, maybe it was just a joke?

Jiao Huan stood beside the candlelight in a daze.

Jiang Xing asked suddenly: "Do you still want to kill me?"

Jiao Huan's heartstrings that had just been relaxed immediately tightened.

He stared at Jiang Xing in disbelief, "You...know?"

The young man stretches his body lazily, like a big cat.

The purple eyes narrowed, and Jiao Huan was pinched at the end of the eyes.

The guard was cold all over.

The cabin door was pushed open, Chu Zhengan walked in slowly, and waved Jiao Huan back: "Go and rest."

Jiao Huan couldn't speak, and went back to his room with hands and feet, covering his face in pain.

He's going crazy.

Chu Zhenqian walked up to Jiang Xing, and the young man immediately slid on the ground, hugged his arm and rubbed him affectionately, "Is the emperor tired?"

"Acting like a baby again." Chu Zhengan said casually, brushing his messy hair away, "What are you hiding by the lake?"

Jiang Xing looked at him embarrassedly, and said, "Paper for Chu Yan."

"It really is that kid." Chu Zhenqian snorted softly, "What did you write?"

"He wants to know what is hidden in the winery. I wrote the official money." Jiang Xing confessed obediently, "I wrote it randomly."

Chu Zhenqian: "Good boy."

Jiang Xing looked at him brightly, "Isn't the emperor angry?"

"What's the use of being angry with you?" Chu Zhen dragged him to sit on the bed, "Sleep."

Jiang Xing pursed his lips and smiled, and unconsciously touched the small mole on the bridge of his nose, "If the emperor is angry, I can make it up."

The little lynx stretched out its body, and the slightly curly hair tail blocked most of the collarbone. He flicked it, and then turned to cover the smooth texture.

"Uncle, where did the bell go?"

Jiang Xing tilted his head and pinned his soft hair behind his ears, "Have you heard the rumors about it?"

Chu Zhenqian half-kneeled on the couch, leaned over and stroked Jiang Xing's side face, the young man squinted his eyes to avoid the drooping hair, and complained with a smile: "It's so itchy."

"Jiang Xing."

Jiang Xing was suddenly called by the regent's name, and froze on the bed.

Chu Zhen said dryly, "You are too young."

"Don't understand anything?" Jiang Xing pressed his cheek against him, "You want to talk about this, don't you?"

Chu Zhenqian: "You know."

Jiang Xing asked with a smile: "Are you going to say next, 'You and I have only met each other for three days'?"

He curled up tamely beside the most powerful man in the world.

"But it was the first time I saw it after I lifted the red cloth."

The young man got up and hugged Chu Zhenqian tightly with his flexible arms.

"It was you who saw it."

The author has something to say:

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