[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

On the eighth day of April, the star shifts sideways, benefiting the north and avoiding sharp weapons.A grand child-seeking meeting is held in the main hall.

All the members of the royal family and important ministers were next in line, only listening to the sound of gongs and drums in the audience, the Mongolian zaju "Looking at Money Slave" was being performed. The sound continued.

Khan sat on a high place and looked at the peace of the people below. He couldn't help but put down the jug and muttered.

"...If this really works, it's time to give birth."

However, in the face of her husband's doubts, Queen Chabi patiently persuaded her.

"This was specially ordered by the lamas in the Buddhist hall. Have you forgotten how our son recovered back then?"

This sentence really worked, and Khan only let out a dissatisfied hum in the end, and did not raise any objections.Chabi's eyes fell on the prince and princess who were not far away, and he couldn't help but frown when he saw both of them sitting upright. His eyes fell on the Latin man in the distance, and his brows couldn't help but frown even deeper.

"What do you think?"

When he was in a trance, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder. The Latin man turned his head and saw Binyamba behind him, then looked at the stage again, and couldn't help but shrugged.

"I was thinking, will this work?"

"As long as that guy doesn't come running to you every day it will work."

The Mongolian man patted him on the back meaningfully, laughed and left.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the banquet was still going on. Marco looked over to the real gold seat and saw that the seat of the princess was vacant, so he quietly left the seat.

The lights in the library were dim, and the hustle and bustle on the other side gradually faded away. He walked through the rows of bookshelves and saw the woman at the end.

Hearing footsteps, the woman turned around.Her face was indescribably haggard, but she still had an undisguised beauty.

That kind of beauty is the beauty that makes even a thousand pearls dim.

However, looking at the person in front of her, she opened her lips together, as if trying to suppress the turbulent emotions; as if she was about to say a thousand words, but she couldn't hold back her sobs in the end.

The Latin man was about to speak, but he felt a soft body leaning towards him. He grabbed it, and felt that the waist was as soft as boneless, and his heart was beating violently. He wanted to let go, but his hands held it. He didn't listen, but hugged him even tighter.

Her body was trembling in his arms, but her jade fingers gently pinched his shoulder.

"...If I hadn't been married to the crown prince, would you have married me, would you have taken me away..."

Marco hugged her tightly, but his heart was shocked:

Even if she didn't marry Zhenjin, she was still the noble blue princess, and she was just a passing foreigner, how could she be married?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Kuo Kuo couldn't help but scratched his back hard with his jade fingers. The Latin man kissed him vaguely. After the kiss, he only felt salty in his mouth, only to realize that she was already in tears. up.

Marco returned to his hut, lit the lamp, turned his head unintentionally and was almost startled.

Zhen Jin sat on the edge of the couch without saying a word, looking at him with low eyes and a gloomy expression.

"It's so late, where have you been?"

The Latin tried his best to calm down and said:

"Library."

The prince still looked at him.

"What book are you reading?"

"Compilation of Yi Xiang Fa"

"How many volumes are there?"

"Three volumes."

"How many chapters in total?"

"Chapter 63."

"What is the next sentence of 'The travel speed of Hou Sanchen on the armillary sphere increases the zodiac to a single ring'."

"'The half of the body is seen in the ring, so that the watch tube always points to the sun, and the sun body is often peeped in the tube."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and secretly glanced at the person in front of him, but saw that Zhen Jin was also looking at him, and didn't speak. It took him a long time to see him stand up, come to him, and look up.

Marco lowered his head to look at him, only felt that his face was soft and beautiful under the candlelight, and there was a kind of cute stubbornness in the raised jaw, so he couldn't help but suddenly stepped forward and kissed him.

Zhen Jin was stunned for a moment, then resisted angrily, but let him push and kick the Latin man to hold him on the couch and kiss him until he was out of breath.

"Bastard, why are you crazy!"

The real gold who finally broke free gave him a slap in the face, but the Latin didn't pay attention, he flattered him with both hands, and tried his best, the little prince started cursing and beating him, and soon he gradually aroused his arousal under his teasing. , not long after being served by him, his whole body was soft, his face was full of emotion and fascination, and he was completely different from his usual tricky and domineering appearance.

However, just as he was about to raise his gun to go into battle, the other party suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Don't lie to me, Latino."

His eyes were deep, and every word was like ice molded by snow.

"Otherwise I will kill you with my own hands."

When Ma Ke woke up the next morning, the real gold had already left, so he came to Boyan's residence, and after a while, he saw the prince walking in and throwing a sword at his feet.

"Pick it up, Latino."

Ma Ke picked up the sword, but the little prince in front of him still set his posture. At this time, his eyes were cold, and there was no trace of the tenderness from last night in his eyes.

In the huge training court, the two sword lights circled up and down, so fast that it was impossible to distinguish the entity from the light and shadow.The furnishings were knocked down one after another, and the place where they passed was a mess.The fierce sword energy violently rolled up the huge curtain into the void, turning it into debris and falling down one after another.The Latins were retreating steadily, but the Mongolian youth in front of him pressed on every step of the way, without giving him any chance to breathe.Marco was cornered again and again, even though he tried his best, he was vulnerable.In the broken yarn falling all over the sky, the prince's swordsmanship is magnificent and smooth.He didn't say a word, his eyes were cold and stern, and he shot viciously as if he was determined to beat the person in front of him to the point where there was no resistance.

Boyan, who was listening quietly, frowned slightly.

The Latins retreated steadily, and suddenly one of them fell to the ground because he couldn't dodge and was beaten.

"stand up!"

The prince shouted angrily.Hearing this, the Latin man felt a surge of anger in his chest, he raised his sword abruptly, stood up and let out a clear howl, he chopped the sword and rushed forward!

Zhenjin's expression tightened, and he swung his sword to block, the two swords collided again, and the red sparks flew and jumped to the feet of the two of them in an instant.The prince's every move is calm and solemn, his steps are like lotus, and his whole body is like a white bird flying.The figures of the two danced at a high speed, pulling out blurred lights and shadows in mid-air, the sound of metal impact violently reverberated in the ears, and the faster and faster beats were intertwined in the air.During the fierce battle, the Latins forgot to breathe, had no time to think, and could only curl up and stretch without hesitation based on their body's memory and instinctive reactions.

However, after all, once the skills are lost, Ma Ke is gradually unable to parry in the face of the opponent's increasingly fierce offensive. Suddenly, he only hears a low whistle from the prince. The horse came, and in a panic, he swung his sword to block it. Before he could get close, he felt an invisible pressure. The sword in his hand was suddenly blown away. He turned around with a low cry, but the blade had already reached his on the neck.

The edge of the sword close to the skin is cold and hard, just leaning forward half an inch can kill him on the spot. The crown prince's expression is sharp and his eyes are cold and stern, and Ma Ke's heart is ashamed. For a moment, he even doubted True Gold already knew the whole thing.

However, the prince just looked at him condescendingly, thousands of rays of light flashed past his eyes as black as golden ink, and finally turned into a deep calm, and suddenly withdrew his sword.

"Be careful, Latino."

After leaving this sentence, Zhen Jin left without looking back.

tbc

Note: The book "Yixiangfa Compilation" was written in the Shaosheng period of Song Dynasty. It synthesizes the knowledge of mechanical manufacturing and astronomy, and is the earliest existing monograph on hydraulically operated astronomical instruments in my country.I thought Xiao Ma might have seen it: 3

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