Saintess, he is a handsome boy

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Not long after the war was extinguished in the southern border town, it was in a state of decay, the vegetation was dying, the pedestrians were lonely, and there was nothing to do.But Donglin Imperial City, which is thousands of miles away, is full of lights and flowers.

The bright moon wheel sprinkled a layer of tulle on the gate of the city.The city gate guards pushed open the heavy red lacquered wooden door, and a gorgeous carriage with warm yellow glazed palace lanterns slowly drove in under the tulle.The palace lantern is engraved with the word "Ning" in Yangwen, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it is the frame of Prince Ning's Mansion.

It's just that after the curfew, there are still horse-drawn carriages coming in from outside the city, even if it is the carriage frame of Prince Ning's Mansion, we have to question him carefully.Before the leading guard could speak, a blue brocade arm stretched out from inside the carriage. The man had fair complexion, slender fingers, and well-defined joints.Spreading out the palm, a golden token fell on the palm, reflecting the bright white moonlight, it was a bit dazzling.

The guard bowed his eyes, glanced at the badge, and immediately straightened up, leading a group of guards to line up on both sides, neatly, and respectfully watching the carriage go away.

Donglin's winter night is not much colder than Nanzhao's.Nan Xiuzhu huddled in the fox ball cloak, with his hands in his hands, his nose was a little red, and he shivered slightly from the cold.He is already trying to restrain himself, after all, he is also the prince of a country, not to mention being upright and majestic, it would be too shameful to shiver from the cold.But Nan Xiuzhu couldn't help it, he was really afraid of the cold.

Luo Ning looked at him, a little worried.This is the second prince Nanzhao who will live in his Ning Palace for the next few years. Why is it different from the rumors?

A year ago, Nanzhao Kingdom united with Xiyu Kingdom and Beiqin Kingdom, and the three countries attacked Donglin Kingdom, intending to carve up its territory.Helplessly, the national strength of the Donglin Kingdom is too strong, and within a year, these three neighboring small countries that are overconfident are taught a lesson.In the end, the Three Kingdoms had no choice but to negotiate a peace. Not only did they not get the territory they wanted, but the annual tribute was doubled.

Later, in order to prevent them from making any small moves, Donglin Kingdom decided to "invite" a direct-born prince from each of the three kingdoms to live in the Donglin Imperial City in order to promote the friendship between the two countries.To put it bluntly, it is a proton.

There are three princes in Donglin Kingdom, all of whom have left the palace to establish their residences.Emperor Donglin then handed over the three foreign princes to his three sons to observe their words and deeds.Those who can be sent as protons are almost all princes who have no hope of succession.

So some of them may be very deep in the city, after all, they have to find ways to fight since they were young.Emperor Donglin also wanted to take the opportunity to test his three sons, to see which one could be the heir apparent and suitable to be crown prince.

Nan Xiuzhu was sent here as the second son of Empress Nan.As Luo Ning knew before, Nan Xiuzhu, as the second son of Empress Nan, was weak and sick since childhood, so he rarely showed his face in public.At most, he was only seen a few times at palace banquets.But just because of these few glimpses, Nan Xiuzhu gained the reputation of "the number one beauty in Nanzhao".

Beauty is not about men and women.A sick and weak beauty, even a man, must be coquettishly lying in the couch every day, never going out of the door or stepping out of the door, so it is a good look.

But things backfired.It's been less than a month since staying in King Ning's Mansion, and this is the third time Luo Ning has gone out of the city in the middle of the night to arrest people.For this reason, he had to ask Emperor Donglin for a token to leave the city, which was the golden one.

Nan Xiuzhu tightened his snow-white fox fur cloak, and yawned lazily.In the process of yawning, Luo Ning also gave Luo Ning a twitchy look, those pink eyes with starry eyes curved into a beautiful arc, as if to say: Smelly monk, mind your own business and see if I don't torment you to death.

This look was too familiar to Luo Ning.He tightly covered his wrist, and there was a string of red sandalwood beads wrapped around it, which was given to him by his master Wuwei when he entered Wangu Temple to practice at the age of three.The faint sandalwood lingers around the wrist and gradually calms the mind, don't do anything, don't hit people, the visitor is a guest, and the monks are merciful.Luo Ning has often warned himself this way recently.

Although it has been more than three years since he returned to secular life, Luo Ning's life is no different from that in Wangu Temple. He still eats fast and recites the Buddha's name, gets up in the morning to chant scriptures and practice martial arts, and goes to the Buddhist hall to copy scriptures after dinner.Such a peaceful and peaceful life makes him very satisfied. It is enough to be with the Buddha in this life with a pure heart and few desires.

Until...the appearance of Nan Xiuzhu.

When the carriage reached the corner of the street, Nan Xiuzhu patted the wall of the car heavily: "Stop! Turn! Turn in! Go to Ruomengfang! I have made an appointment with Rumeng, so I can't miss it!"

Luo Ning's brows twisted into the word Chuan. This guy just went out of the city to a gambling house, and now he's going to a brothel, which is simply unreasonable.He couldn't bear it anymore, and the sandalwood scent of the Buddha beads couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. "You're not finished!" Luo Ning grabbed Nan Xiuzhu's skirt, and with a little force, he lifted him up and pulled him in front of him.

In the not-so-spacious carriage, Nan Xiuzhu supported Luo Ning's knees and leaned against his chest in a strange posture. His legs seemed to be kneeling but not kneeling, trying to maintain his balance.Nan Xiuzhu didn't know martial arts, his arms didn't have much strength, and he started to tremble slightly after holding on for a while.But he couldn't let go, if he let go, he would kneel down.

A man kneeling on his knees kneeling down on his parents, how could he kneel down to this stinky monk in front of him?no way.

Nan Xiuzhu had a cheeky face: "Otherwise...will you accompany me?"

Luo Ning's face turned dark immediately.

The coachman only heard a scream from inside the carriage, but he didn't know what happened. "His Royal Highness King Ning?" He asked in a low voice.

"Nothing, go home." A cold and ascetic voice floated through the thick car curtain.

At this moment, Nan Xiuzhu was burying his head in Luo Ning's lap, still supporting his arms to keep his knees from touching the ground, but tightly covering his cheeks with both hands, yelling. "His Royal Highness Prince Ning is beating someone!" He said miserably.The coachman naturally pretended not to hear anything.

Luo Ning pulled him up and placed him right next to him. He turned his head to take a closer look, and thought, "You're so delicate, isn't it just that your face was pinched?"But... Seeing Nan Xiuzhu's white and tender cheeks swell up.

Luo Ning was speechless.So delicate, like a porcelain doll.

Luo Ning was a little embarrassed: "Your face seems to be swollen..."

Nan Xiuzhu touched his face, he could feel the tingling pain.He stared at Luo Ning, his cheeks looked red and bulging because of the swelling, which was a little cute.

Luo Ning said again: "You... look like this, you can't go to the brothel, you can go after you raise yourself." Even though you have a guilty conscience, you have to be righteous and confident.

It was already the third watch when we returned to the palace, the moon was high and the starlight was very dim, and the mist made it even darker.Nan Xiuzhu stood in the courtyard, staring at the mist without falling asleep. He had something to do tonight, but Luo Ning was like a dog's skin plaster, and he couldn't shake it off.

"Night." Nan Xiuzhu called softly.

A black shadow floated in front of him, and a handsome young man in black shorts appeared in front of Nan Xiuzhu.

"Master." Ye bowed and saluted.

"You go to Ruomengfang. I met Liu Ying from Ruomengfang tonight. It must be something important. I... I'm afraid I can't leave." Nan Xiuzhu looked at the courtyard door, Luo Ning had already opened the door and entered up.

The shape of the night is like a ghost, and it has long since disappeared.