The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

The next day, an imperial decree was issued from the Golden Palace, and thousands of soldiers were on standby. As the season turned to summer, the scorching sun was shrouded in a dazzling halo, converging into bright spots of light in the sky. Sliding up and down.

Ling Shuyuan's eyes could not be opened under the sunlight, he squinted slightly, and walked outside the palace gate on the vast palace street.

From time to time, a few accompanying officials chatted with him, greeted him, and then continued to move forward.

The scorching sun made people feel a little troubled, Ling Shuyuan couldn't help but frowned, and quickened his pace, but suddenly he heard a familiar voice behind him calling him: "Ah Yuan!"

The voice was crisp and light, and he turned his head. Shen Lanzhao was wearing a black official uniform embroidered with bird patterns, and walked over with a smile.

"Lan Zhao." Ling Shuyuan raised his hand, and wiped the perspiration from his face with the sleeve of the moon-blue official uniform, and subconsciously let out the irritability on his face: "Your Majesty ordered you to prepare for the war. You should be busy these few days."

"It's really troublesome." Shen Lanzhao affirmed, but smiled happily, and held Ling Shuyuan's hand in high spirits: "Let's not talk about this, I have another good thing to tell you!"

After he finished speaking, with a spring breeze on his face, he dragged Ling Shuyuan quickly towards the palace gate.

On the palace in the distance, Mu Qianli looked at the two people walking hand in hand on the palace street, frowning in doubt.

"Prince Regent." Jin Chao, who was standing beside him, called softly, took a step back, turned his head, and signaled him to look at the approaching person: "General Hussars is here."

"What are you looking at?" Gu Shibai stepped forward, seeing that Mu Qianli's eyes were still on the palace steps ahead, he couldn't help turning his head to follow his gaze.

On the palace street where the sun was shining, two people, one tall and one short, were walking out while holding hands while talking, he couldn't help but be stunned, and looked back at Mu Qianli.

Mu Qianli withdrew his gaze, his chest fluttered slightly, he seemed to sigh lightly, and said with a deep breath: "Ah Yuan and Shen Lanzhao seem to be hiding something from us..."

Hearing this, Gu Shibai couldn't help clenching his fist to his lips, and sneered: "That's their own business, so let them handle it themselves. Let's talk to His Majesty about regaining the lost land first."

"Let's go." Mu Qianli turned around, smiled helplessly, walked through the hall corridor with Gu Shibai and the maids behind him, and left slowly.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell and reflected on the vermilion porch beads, turning crimson, slowly swaying with the swaying tree shadows outside the green wall.

The lanterns in front of the mansion are gradually getting colder, and the long steps facing the door are free of busy shops and small stalls, which is different from the silence and calm of the street market.

As the night gradually darkened, a sedan chair passed through the less forgiving streets and alleys, and stopped in front of the gate of the mansion with two red lights hanging high.

"Ma'am..." Outside the sedan chair, an accompanying man walked up to the curtain of the sedan chair and said softly, "Here we are."

There was no answer in the sedan chair, and after a while, the curtain of the sedan chair was slowly opened by a slender finger.

"Madam." The man stepped forward flatteringly, and helped the woman in the black cloak off the sedan chair.

The woman looked up, and on Shen Hong's plaque, there were two words engraved in official script - Lu Fu.Her eyes were slightly lowered, and a cold light like a blade flowed through her. She lifted her skirt and walked up the steps, walking towards the door.

A servant at the door came up to meet them, and the rest hurriedly turned around and opened the door, and respectfully welcomed the woman in the black cloak and the man beside her in.

The lamp was flickering, and the light in the study was dim. Lu Shang walked back and forth by the desk in a panic until there was a sound at the door.

He hurried forward, opened the door, looked at the person coming and complained: "You guys are here! Come on! Come in."

The woman in the black cloak waved away the man beside her, stepped into the study, the door was closed, the dim candle flame danced on the curtain, and the woman slowly took off the cloak cap on her head.

The orange candle shadow was slender, Lu Shang looked at the woman who turned around in front of him, his pupils dilated instantly, and exclaimed: "It's you!"