The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

Mu Qianli brought the refugees back to the inn, touched the porridge on the table, and found that it had cooled down. Holding the bowl, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, and the warmth in his heart that was warmed by the porridge immediately froze.

Jin Chao looked at him distressedly, and the young girl with her younger brother behind him also seemed to see his frustration, she smiled and suggested: "This porridge is cold, I'll cook another bowl for the prince."

"Do you know how to cook porridge?" Asked Jin Chao, the woman nodded, and the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in her arms raised his head, and proudly echoed: "My sister cooks delicious porridge. In general, it’s the porridge shop.”

Hearing this, Mu Qianli looked at the young woman expectantly, with a mild expression on his face: "Then I will trouble you." He put down the cold porridge bowl, and turned to look at the refugees behind him: "You must have been hungry all day... "He said, glanced at the young woman, showing a hesitant expression.

The young woman understood immediately, leaned slightly and said, "Xiaomin Su Yuzhi."

"Okay, then I'll trouble Miss Yuzhi to cook some porridge for everyone." After Mu Qianli finished speaking, he saw that the refugees were dressed in rags and the weather was so cold that they were about to freeze, so he turned around and told Jin Chao next to him: "Currently, go out and buy some new clothes."

"Ah!" Jin Chao exclaimed, looking at the night sky, shouted: "My lord, it's already midnight, where can I go to buy clothes?"

"I know you have this ability!" Mu Qianli said with firm eyes, stretched out his hand and patted Jin on the shoulder, and suddenly the corners of his lips raised, showing a sinister smile: "If you can't figure it out, don't blame me for deducting all your monthly money! "

Yuzhi's porridge cooking skills are really unique. When a pot of porridge is served, the aroma of rice soup instantly covers the entire inn.Jinchao came back from outside with some clothes, walked to the door, smelled the rice fragrance, and sighed: "It smells so good."

"My sister's porridge is the best in the world." A person beside him suddenly said, looking down, he saw that it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, his face was covered with dust, but his eyes were round and round. bright.

He couldn't help being a little interested in teasing this boy, so he hugged his clothes, leaned slightly to the boy's side and said, "Hey, kid, what's your name?"

"My name is Su Yetao, don't call me a child, you don't look much older than me." The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy complained, he looks majestic now, but he doesn't want to cower in front of his sister at all. In her arms, a timid little boy.

Recently, he was a little annoyed by him, stood up, took advantage of his height, rubbed the top of his head, and said disdainfully: "Then I'm older than you..."

Mu Qianli leaned against the table, watched them arguing, and said in his heart: How childish!But it's good to be so carefree and naive, just like when he and Gu Shibai were in the academy.At that time, they were also like this, arguing over some trivial matters.He always blamed that Gu Shibai was taller than him, and he could barely reach Gu Shibai's forehead only by stepping on his feet.

Jian Jia's thoughts are like a seamless trap, and only those who are deeply in love can realize that they have fallen into the prison.It was Mu Qianli who was deeply in the deepest part of missing that he suddenly realized that he was actually thinking about Gu Shibai.

He clearly said that he would not read it, but in the prison of love, even if he escaped for a short time, he would be captured by the love hidden deep in his heart inadvertently, and he would not be able to escape.Once the love in the heart is unforgettable, those who are deeply involved will be willing to be prisoners.

But now, it's not the time to read these, he shook his head to dispel these complicated thoughts.Yuzhi brought a bowl of hot porridge to him, and he took it with a smile, lifted the hem of his clothes slightly, and walked upstairs.

Zheng Anjie lay on the bed and coughed lightly. Seeing Mu Qianli open the door and come in, she hurriedly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, took a long breath, suppressed the pain in her throat, and only let out a few light coughs.Mu Qianli hurried up and looked at her worriedly: "Mother Concubine..."

"Mother and Concubine is fine." Zheng Anjie shook her head immediately before Mu Qianli finished her question, stretched out her hand to signal Mu Qianli to help him sit on the bed, panted lightly, and comforted with a smile: "It's just a little cough, It will be fine soon."

The corners of Mu Qianli's eyes were slightly red, he lowered his eyes to cover them, patted on the concubine's hand, picked up the porridge at the side, picked up a spoon and took a sip, served Zheng Anjie to eat, and reported to her What happened: "I have just rescued a few refugees from Yan Ting outside, and I heard from them that Yan Ting is suffering from a plague, and I am afraid that my mother and concubine are now weak and infected with the disease in the past, so I want to invite my mother and concubine to stay in this inn. Stay here temporarily, and wait for the disaster to subside, and the ministers are picking up the mother and concubine to go to Yanting."

"But what do you do?" Zheng Anjie asked worriedly. Although she was relieved that Mu Qianli could do things independently, she was still worried when she heard about the Yanting epidemic.

Mu Qianli put Zheng Anjie's hand into the warm quilt, lowered his eyes and blinked, and gently comforted him: "My son is the king of Yan Ting, and I want to take care of the people of Yan Ting, but the concubine doesn't have to." Worrying, when the minister arrives at Yanting, he will definitely take good care of himself, and will ask Jinchao to write letters to his mother and concubine regularly."

"Qian'er..." Zheng Anjie felt bitter in her heart, tears welled up in her eyes, she stretched out her hand to gently stroke Mu Qianli's face, and said in a crying voice: "You are only 15 years old, you are only 15 years old..."

"When the father was 14 years old, he was famous in the capital for his achievements!" Mu Qianli held Zheng Anjie's hand, and said with burning eyes: "Although my son is not as good as the father, I must let the people of Yanting trust in them." King Chen."