The reborn prince is hard to raise

East Palace.

Gu Mingheng and Xie Yunhong played chess in the gazebo under the clumps of green bamboos, the fragrance of tea wafted in, the afternoon sun was very warm, and even the breeze carried a faint fragrance of flowers.Xie Yunhong held the folding fan in one hand and patted the palm of his hand gently. He looked at the chessboard with frowning eyes and fell into deep thought.

After a long time without having any idea, and with Mu Hanjiang constantly pacing up and down, Xie Yunhong gritted his teeth and said, "Wood, can't you keep walking in another place?"

Gu Mingheng couldn't help laughing when he heard the words. He looked at Mu Hanjiang with an innocent face, and his smile deepened.

Xie Yunhong and Mu Hanjiang entered the palace early today, at that time Lu Chengning had already gone to the former court, so Gu Mingheng played chess with Xie Yunhong to pass the time.

However, Mu Hanjiang was so excited that he couldn't calm down for a moment. He had been pacing in the pavilion for a long time, and it seemed like this was the only way to relieve the excitement in his heart.The sound of footsteps continued to reach Xie Yunhong's ears, making it difficult for him to calm down, and this is why he was angry before.

Just when Mu Hanjiang didn't know how to explain, Jiang Bai, the manager, trotted all the way towards the gazebo, stood outside the pavilion with some messy clothes, and said, "The Crown Princess, the two sons, General Mu and the two little Mu The general has arrived at the gate of the palace." The gate of the palace naturally refers to the palace gate of the East Palace.

Gu Mingheng and Xie Yunhong subconsciously looked at Mu Hanjiang, and saw that his eyes were shining brightly, but he was also timid.

He turned his head hastily, speaking in a hurry, "Ah Heng, why don't you go and talk to my father and brother first, how about I change clothes before coming out?"

He raised his sleeves to look, and suddenly felt that the clothes he was wearing were very inappropriate.The mood that had been excited for a long time seemed to have turned into nervousness and bewilderment, not knowing what to do.

"Mu San, are you going to dress up to be a Tanhua Lang?" A loud voice came from a distance, with a deep smile.When Mu Hanjiang heard this, his entire expression froze on his face, he wanted to turn around but didn't dare, he stood still and couldn't move.

"Idiot!" Xie Yunhong opened the folding fan and stood up, with a smile in his eyes, "Your father and elder brother and second brother are behind. After waiting for so long, you still dare not see them?"

Xie Yunhong looked at Mu Hanjiang at this moment, feeling a little bitter in his heart.Although he lived in his ancestral house in the south of the Yangtze River when he was young, he can still reunite with his parents every year.However, Mu Hanjiang has been in Beijing for so many years, border wars are frequent, and father and son brothers have never met each other.It's no wonder that Mu Mu was nervous and excited, and he was timid because of his closeness to his hometown. It's the same mood, right?

"Okay, San'er, are you ashamed?" Mu Hanyi walked to the pavilion in a few steps, his scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind, eye-catching.

He grabbed Mu Hanjiang's shoulder with one hand and twisted it violently, then turned him around, looked at Mu Hanjiang whose eyes were wandering and raised his eyebrows, "Why, I, Saburo of the Mu family, was chasing wolves in the desert. Where did the energy of running for a day go? Can I still eat you?"

The scars under his eyes are very conspicuous, which makes his heroic spirit tinge with evil, but facing the third brother whom he hasn't seen for several years, he is very gentle.

Unexpectedly, Mu Hanjiangmu stared at him blankly, his eyes turned red, his nose flapped, and he was about to cry.

Now Mu Hanyi became anxious, and quickly let go of his hand. He didn't know what to do for a while, and said repeatedly, "Mu San, don't cry..." He quickly took two steps back and turned to look at General Mu and Mu Han who were standing beside him. Ying, "Father, brother, look at this..."

His face was full of anxiety, like this when he was a child. Whenever he drew his bow and shot arrows, the young Mu Hanjiang would stand aside helplessly, as if he was about to cry or not.At that time, he had no intention of drawing the bow, and simply put down the bow and arrow and led Mu Hanjiang to run wildly around.

"Mu Hanjiang, come here!" Seeing the appearance of the two youngest sons, General Mu laughed out loud, and then shouted, so angry that even the bamboo leaves trembled a few times.

Mu Hanjiang trot subconsciously and stood in front of Mu Dejun—this is a habit he has developed since he was a child. After standing still, he shouted, "Father handsome!"

After shouting, he was a little dazed. The moment his voice came out, he seemed to have returned to the Yanyun military camp when he was a child, wearing a dirty robe, standing in front of his father with a branch in his hand, and said stubbornly, "I'm going to fight with them!"

He looked at the burly father in front of him, still the same as before, but much older, with a taste of vicissitudes.It seems that all the wind and sand, gold and iron horses of Yan Yun have been integrated into the wrinkles on his face, turning into moving marks.

The father commander in armor is still handsome, with the blood and calm engraved on the battlefield. Although his face is calm, there is relief and guilt in his eyes.

Mu Hanjiang watched, his body still standing upright, but the eye sockets that had just disappeared suddenly turned red again.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the most shocking thing in his life was the aging of his loving father and the graying of the general.

"Okay, I'm not such a crying boy!" Mu Dejun clapped his big hands on Mu Hanjiang's body, and softened his tone, "I'm very pleased to see you like this. I am worried that you will cause trouble in this capital, but now it seems that even if you are not on Yanyun's land, you can still be the pride of your father!"

His voice was hoarse, looking at the young son who had grown up in front of him, his heart was full of complicated emotions.

"I, Mu Hanjiang, will never let my father down!" Mu Hanjiang raised his hand and wiped his face, his back straightened like a spear.But the hands hidden in the sleeves were tightly clenched, and only then did he suppress the emotions that surged from the bottom of his heart.

All these years, he has always wanted to return to the Six States of Yanyun, the place where he was born and raised.Although there is yellow sand in the desert and dry grass in the sky.He is what he understands, where is the destination of his blood.

Several people sat in the pavilion, Mu Hanjiang calmed down, met the smiling eyes of the elder brother and the second brother, and his wheat-colored face also turned red.Embarrassed, he picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp, then coughed out suddenly, "Hot—" It was very difficult to say.

Seeing this situation, everyone present burst into laughter.

Not long after talking, Mu Dejun's eyes suddenly fell on the chessboard on the table, "Is this the endgame between Gu Jiu and Xie Ahong?" He looked at the chess pieces between the horizontal and vertical, full of interest.

Heizi started peacefully, and he didn't see how aggressive he was in the first game, but after the middle game, he gradually became more aggressive.The chess game is not over yet, but Baizi's irreversible decline can already be seen.This black man must be very patient, he can deploy the dark lines step by step, and he will not waver or panic when seeing the white pieces approaching layer by layer.

Playing chess is like marching, which shows his human nature.

In recent years, Mu Hanjiang has often mentioned the two names "Gu Mingheng" and "Xie Yunhong" in his letters. In recent years, there have been more princes.It is not difficult to see his closeness and admiration for these three people.

Presumably he came to this capital alone, almost alone and helpless when he entered the palace.Growing up with these three people, it can be said that we get along day and night, and the relationship is naturally extremely close.

Regardless of whether it is the prince, or Gu Mingheng and Xie Yunhong, they are all rare people in this world, and they will be difficult to estimate in the future.In the bustling capital city, Mu Hanjiang never got to know the playboys, or learned bad habits and lost his will, which has a lot to do with them growing up together.

Thinking of this, he saw that the three of them were less serious and distant, and more intimate.

"This is because the younger generation and Ah Hong took advantage of the excitement and made the general laugh." Although Gu Mingheng lived two lifetimes and had more years of quietness, but seeing General Mu whom he had admired since the last lifetime at this time, Now even sitting with him, seeing him judge his chess game, I feel a little more uneasy.

And Xie Yunhong, who was sitting on the side, paused his hand holding on to the folding fan, looking a little expectant.

"The chess played by Ah Hong and Ah Heng is naturally very powerful!" Mu Hanjiang muttered from the side, but was slapped on the head by General Mu, and he let out a cry of pain as he stroked his head.

Mu Dejun looked at the young son with an exaggerated expression, and intentionally turned his expression down, "If one day your chess skills can reach this level, then I will let you be the master general."

At this time, Gu Mingheng, who was listening with a smile, suddenly turned his head as if he had sensed something, and saw Lu Chengning in black clothes walking slowly.He changed out of the heavy crown robes, his black hair was tied high, revealing his handsome facial features, and he wore a triple train, giving him an extremely calm demeanor.The sun all over the sky fell on him, as if he was being swallowed up, making it hard to ignore his existence.

He also seemed to notice that Gu Mingheng was looking at him again, with a pair of eyes like dots of ink looking back, his brows stretched, and his lips curled into a smile, which suddenly made Gu Mingheng startled for a moment, lost in thought.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Lu Chengning had arrived in the pavilion at some time, talking with General Mu, Mu Hanying and Mu Hanyi.There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, with a three-point habitual alienation, a dignified temperament, and his black suit set off his clear eyebrows.

While saying this to Mu Hanying, he glanced in Gu Mingheng's direction, and then quickly withdrew his gaze. Such a subtle movement made Gu Mingheng feel that he was paying attention to him all the time, and did not ignore him for a moment.

This kind of cognition made his heart suddenly warm, but when he remembered that he was staring blankly at him, it was a little unnatural, and the tips of his ears were slightly pink.

Lu Chengning had been paying attention to Gu Mingheng, and seeing him pretending to be natural, his smile deepened a bit.

As it was getting late, Lu Chengning and Gu Mingheng personally sent the few people to the gate of the palace.The octagonal glazed palace lanterns have soft light, illuminating the road under your feet.

The palace attendant pulled the curtain of the sedan chair and waited respectfully for Mu Dejun to get into the car.Mu Dejun suddenly paused, turned around and said meaningfully to Lu Chengning and Lu Chengning, "I just got the news that King An is about to enter Beijing." After speaking, he got into the car, and the curtain fell, blocking his sight.

Mu Hanjiang on the side raised his hand happily, "I'm going home first." The word "family" is more cautious and joyful than usual - the empty general's mansion has never been a home, and now there is a father Brother, is the real home.

Seeing them getting into the sedan chair and melting into the darkness, the two turned around and walked towards the sleeping hall along the road.

The sound of insects is faint, and the night in early spring is still a little cool.Thinking about what General Mu said before leaving, Gu Mingheng looked a little dazed.Is An Wang going to Beijing so early?It was actually five years earlier than the previous life!

The chaotic memories kept pouring into my mind, which made my emotions very complicated.He seemed to see himself tied up in a cold and damp dungeon in his previous life, with Lu Chengning's screams beside his ears.

No, no matter what, you can't repeat the same mistakes!

Subconsciously rubbing his cool hands, he felt a burst of warmth covering his back.Looking sideways, it was the coat that Lu Chengning was wearing on his shoulders. On the black bottom of the coat were swirling moiré patterns, which gave off a faint light in the dark night.The temperature tainted on it leaked onto the skin densely and penetrated into the blood vessels.

Gu Mingheng was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyes to meet Lu Chengning's focused gaze.His eyebrows and eyes are thick in color, usually like a deep pool, with majesty and alienation.But at this time, it seems to be soaked in the night dew, softening the ink color, and pouring out affection.

At that moment, Gu Mingheng seemed to hear the slight sound of dew on the green leaves by the roadside sliding down the leaf tips and falling to the ground, and even the sound of flower buds cracking and blooming clearly appeared in his ears.

Lu Chengning kissed him softly on the brow, warm breath with deep emotion, "The night dew is heavy, Ah Heng don't want to catch a cold." His voice gradually spread, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, echoing in his ears, penetrating every inch heart and soul.

The author has something to say: [The author who can’t restrain himself:

I imagined His Highness the Crown Prince's sentence "The dew is heavy at night, Ah Heng must not catch a cold" I was so excited! ! ! ! !

That kind of deep magnetic male voice gently whispers in your ear... Aww, I can't stand it! 【Okay, the author has entered madness mode...】