The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

It rained heavily at night, like the water of the Milky Way, overflowing into the world without restraint.Mu Qianli was sick, and his sleepiness was light. At night, he was woken up by the noisy rain outside the window. Originally, he just lay quietly on the bed and fell asleep again with the sound of rain, but the rain outside the window Without interruption, Mu Qianli suddenly remembered that the Moyang flowers that Gu Shibai had given him were still on the window sill.

The flower was already delicate, and it took him a lot of effort to plant it alive. If it was soaked in the downpour overnight, it would wither in the morning, so he put on his coat and got up from the bed. Before he had time to put on his shoes, he was naked He ran to the window and brought the flower in.

In the early morning of this day, his half-healed body fell down again due to the wind, cold and rain last night, and he lay under the quilt with a high fever.While Zheng Anjie reprimanded him, she invited the imperial physician from the palace to treat him. She worked hard all day, and at night, the fever subsided.

It's just that he was still uncomfortable, lying on the bed panting lightly, and the two red spots on his cheeks did not disappear, looking haggard and pitiful.Zheng Anjie wrung out the veil soaked in cold water, covered his forehead for him, and walked out.

There was a light sound on the window, and Mu Qianli slowly raised his eyes to look, and the near morning had already turned in from the window.He lowered his head and straightened his clothes, walked to his bed and said, "Little prince, there is news."

"The messenger from the battlefield is back?" Mu Qianli struggled to get up from the bed, stretched out his hand to wrap the quilt: "Is there a reply?"

"No..." Jin Chao regretfully shook his head.

Mu Qianli's eyelashes drooped down, covering his pale face, his eyes became a little dim: "Perhaps the war is too tight...he has no time to write letters..."

He held the quilt and coughed a few times, panting slightly: "Come on, bring my pen and paper..."

Jin Chao glanced at him worriedly: "Little prince, you have a fever right now, so don't write letters."

"It doesn't matter." Mu Qianli waved his hand, held his chest, took a deep breath, and said weakly: "The post envoy will leave Beijing tomorrow, if I don't write, I have to wait another half a month..."

"But General Gu didn't reply to your letter." Although Jin Chao said, he knew that he couldn't persuade Mu Qianli, so he walked to the desk and brought him a pen and paper, and took a book from the shelf Act as a desk for Mu Qianli.

Mu Qianli's hand that took the pen and paper trembled. He was weak, and after doing these actions, he broke out in sweat, but he still held on, picked up the pen and began to write on the paper.

"The war is important." Mu Qianli coughed twice, finished writing the three characters Wang Jun'an, folded the paper, and handed it to Jinchao: "He is probably too busy to come back in time. Ask... he will always get back to me."

Jin Chao glanced at him helplessly, took the letter and went through the window again, Mu Qianli just felt relieved, lay down on the bed and coughed a few times, feeling the chill hit him, hurriedly got into the bed and covered it up again.

The news of Ling Xiao's sad death came the next day. Mu Yunhuai went to Ling's mansion before he could clean up. When he came back, his face was pale as if he had lost his soul. A group of people hurriedly helped him to sit down in the front hall. He looked out of the door without knowing what he was looking at.Seeing how terrifying he was, everyone didn't dare to ask questions and stayed away.

From time to time, Princess Zheng Anjie came to see Mu Yunhuai like this, she immediately sore her eyes, waved away the servants around, walked up to Mu Yunhuai, hugged his arm and comforted him: "The old man has gone, the prince wants to mourn and change." .”

"Ling Xiao died because of this king..." Mu Yunhuai said tremblingly, looking at the ground with regret: "When Ling Xiao dies, this king feels like losing his arms."

Zheng Anjie burst into tears, hugged Mu Yunhuai's body, and kept comforting her: "Don't be afraid, my lord, you still have a concubine, and Qian'er..."

"Your Majesty is suspicious!" Mu Qianli was startled like a bird in a cage, and looked at Zheng Anjie anxiously: "Sooner or later, this king will implicate you..."

Zheng Anjie gradually burst into tears: "If you don't want to tell Your Majesty the truth, you and I will bring Qian'er back to the fief, even if we live in poverty all our lives, as long as we live in peace."

"But Your Majesty may not believe it." Mu Yunhuai lowered his eyes and rested his head on Zheng Anjie's body. The two helpless people embraced each other: "Your Majesty is seriously ill, and his mind is not clear at all. He also believes in jade." Shi... the current plan..." His eyes brightened slightly, and he looked up at Zheng Anjie: "I can only sacrifice myself to keep Qian'er and you safe."

After the rain, the sky is clear again, and the earth under the sun is still calm. Occasionally, a few drops of rain and dew hang down on the branches and leaves, just reminding people that there seemed to be a heavy rain last night.

Shen Lanzhao woke up from the bed with a start, the morning sun came in from the window, a little warm, he put on his clothes, looked at himself in the mirror, handsome, tall and straight, with the rebelliousness of being a son of an aristocratic family in his eyes.In the past, if he saw his appearance like this, he would have sighed that his handsome face was unmatched by anyone.But today, he suddenly found that he was not as perfect as he imagined.

He recalled that in the heavy rain last night, the man clasped the handle of the umbrella with his jade white fingers, and his slender neck was hidden in the green clothes. Well, all anger and anger are in that well.He is not tall and seems to have just reached...

Shen Lanzhao stretched out his hand to measure it, and as soon as it reached his chest, he could see his sorrows and joys as soon as he lowered his head, and take a panoramic view of his reactions...Suddenly, I felt...Ling Shuyuan didn't seem to hate him so much. It's so beautiful...just like...just like the daffodils I raised in the jade basin.

Shen Lanzhao came back to his senses in a trance. He curled up his fingertips slightly and looked away from the daffodils in front of the window. His eyelashes trembled. What happened to him?Why all of a sudden, I wanted to apologize to Ling Shuyuan.

He hesitated, and before he knew it, he walked to Ling's mansion, but when he raised his head, he was frightened by the sight in front of him, the white sails in his eyes were fluttering in the wind, the door was filled with sorrow and joy, and there was a sense of death everywhere. .

"Master... the coffin has been raised." The servant reported.

Ling Shuyuan, who was kneeling in front of the coffin, was stunned, stood up, picked up his father's tablet, and walked forward with the coffin. The sky was covered with white paper. Shen Lanzhao stood in front of the door of Ling's mansion, looking at Ling Shuyuan on the steps. The apology that was never said was still too late after all.That sorry sentence remained in Shen Lanzhao's heart in the end, becoming the biggest regret in his life.

After the autumn rain, news of the emperor's critical illness spread from the palace. I don't know if it was the desolation of autumn. Mu Yunhuai often felt frightened. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night and sat on the bed for a long time. Zheng Anjie got up, added clothes for him, and saw him fascinated He was all hurt, couldn't help but feel distressed, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and persuaded him: "If there is no action in the palace, the prince should not worry too much and hurt his body."

Mu Yunhuai opened his eyes and saw that the sky was already dark, only to realize that he had been tossing and tossing all night, blamed himself, and sighed: "You are right, this king is indeed a little worried."

Zheng Anjie held back the handkerchief, suppressing the choking in her throat and said: "My lord was frightened by this assassination."

"Princess..." Mu Yunhuai wrapped his arms around Zheng Anjie's waist, put his head on her body, and said bitterly: "This king is useless, this king is really useless, I can't protect you well, and let you spend the whole day Fear with me."

"What nonsense is the lord talking about?" Zheng Anjie's eyes were slightly red: "Husband and wife are one body, I only hate that I didn't realize the difficulty of the lord before, so I can't share the worries for the lord."

"How can this be your fault, how can this be your fault..." Mu Yunhuai whispered.

The husband and wife were heavy-hearted, hugging each other to comfort each other, but suddenly there was an urgent knock on the door outside the mansion.Startled, the two hurriedly wiped away their tears, and walked out with each other's support. As soon as they reached the front hall, they saw a father-in-law in purple holding up the imperial decree and reading it out. The husband and wife hurriedly knelt down to listen to the imperial decree.

The father-in-law said: "The King of the South has been loyal to the court for several years. Now the Holy Majesty considers his meritorious deeds, and he is specially conferred the title of Prince. Prince Nan, get up and accept the order."

"Yes, I would like to thank Your Majesty for your grace." Mu Yunhuai took the decree tremblingly, seeing the word "Prince", his heart sank instantly, his life might not be long.