"The prince is back!"

As soon as Mu Yuan got off the horse, the man at the door shouted excitedly, his tears filled his eyes as if he had seen his biological father.

His light armor was not yet faded, he was covered in blood mud, and he was wearing a helmet. He could still recognize who he was. He was also a genius.

It took so long since I came back? The sycamore trees in front of the door were growing and losing, and they had new branches in spring. Mu Yuan had never liked to be sad about spring and autumn, but suddenly felt a little moved.

The official took the reins from his hand and led the horse to the stable. Mu Yuan took off his helmet, took the handkerchief and wiped his face, and walked forward.

Seeing that the servant beside him opened his mouth and wanted to yell, Mu Yuan raised his hand to stop him and said:

"No need to alarm others."

It was already midnight now, and Qin Jiuxi must have gone to bed early, as for Zhao Weiran...

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw a figure standing on the sycamore tree in front of him. He thought it was a female thief. When he approached, he saw clearly that it was Zhao Weiran who was about to jump off the tree.

She held the tree trunk with ease and was about to jump down when she turned around and saw Mu Yuan's soles slipping, and she fell down from the tree in a hurry.

Mu Yuan raised his eyelids and looked at Zhao Weiran, who was rushing towards him with a ferocious expression, did not avoid it, and raised his hand to help her.

Before he could touch the corner of his clothes, Zhao Weiran gained a foothold and then took a step back.

She looked up at Mu Yuan in front of her. The man wrapped in his armor, making the wind and sand outside the border a little rough. The shadow on his face was very heavy, and some stubble grew on his chin, which made him even more fierce.

After seeing him again for several months, I thought there was no turmoil in my heart, but I was still feeling a little emotional.

She couldn't say what kind of relationship she was, and it was not like an old friend she met again. She said she was a wife who was waiting for her husband to return home, so that was even worse.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

After hearing Mu Yuan’s question, Zhao Weiran realized that the back of his hand was a little painful, probably because it was worn out when he climbed over the wall.

"Yeah, nothing."

She covered her cover with guilt, raised her eyes and saw Mu Yuan's tall body suddenly approaching, and the iron armor on her body was "squeaking" with her movements.

In the quiet air, he heard him take a light breath and suddenly lean over and approach her. His arms around and hung behind her, as if he was about to hug her. Zhao Weiran was so nervous that his hair stood up on his back.

It seemed as if she was thinking too much, Mu Yuan stood up, without any expected actions, nor had he planned to stay overnight. He just lowered his eyes and looked at her coldly, turned around and walked away.

Zhao Weiran was stunned for a moment, looking at his back gradually moving away in the night, his thoughts were turned upside down.

"Miss, Miss!"

Xiaoyuan hurried over with her skirt, pulled Zhao Weiran's sleeve up and down to look at her left and right.

"What did the prince do to you, right? I'm so scared!"

Seeing that her lady's face was a little pale, Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief and pressed her hand on her undulating chest to keep breathing.

"What are you scaring? He can't eat people."

Zhao Weiran turned his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, feeling that her expression was funny, and the chaotic emotions just now swept away.

I couldn't help but rub Xiaoyuan's collagen-filled cheeks, and she chuckled,

"Why are you so cute!"

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Mu Yuan returned to the dormitory alone and closed the door.

Although he was far away in the border area and had not returned for several months, his room was cleaned every day, and it was very clean and tidy.

He slowly walked to the window, closed the half-open window frame, retreated with a calm expression on his face, and his eyebrows subconsciously frowned.

He rushed back all the way, and the newly healed wounds on his body collapsed again. Mu Yuan lifted his bloody coat and was covered with knife wounds on his body, which looked a little scary.

He looked at the scar and felt ferocious, not to mention that Zhao Weiran had never seen the bloody storm before. He should not scare her with this injury.

Mu Yuan always has gold sore medicine in the room. He is used to dealing with wounds by himself. He has suffered numerous major and minor injuries over the years. He is still young and has strong repair ability and can still withstand it. As long as he can stop bleeding, wrap it in gauze, and endure it will pass.

People like him who lead troops to fight have never liked to go to military doctors. The military doctors' words are farts, which annoyed them to exclaim. They left a bunch of medical advice from their mother-in-law and mothers, but they felt that their arms and legs were broken, and their bones were all trivial matters. They had never seen soldiers complaining and hurting.

However, when fighting with the barbarian army, I found that some joints were not active. Mu Yuan felt that he was young and strong, and he could not detect the severity of his injuries without affecting his daily activities. If he really affected it, it means that the problem was already quite serious.

Over time, I was afraid of suffering from chronic diseases after being delayed for a long time, so I had the idea of ​​seeking an imperial physician to see the injury.

The next day, Mu Yuan changed into clean clothes and packed up his words, and went to Jingxin Temple to meet the emperor on a routine basis.

The sandalwood was lingering in the bedroom, and the emperor sat upright on the dragon throne to review the memorial. Seeing him walking from behind the screen, he immediately put down what he was holding with a smile and came over to hold his hand. It seemed that he had seen someone very close, and his mouth was full of third brother, third brother, short brother,

Mu Yuan felt a little disgusted and had a far-fetched smile. At this moment, he suddenly felt unbearable pain in his body and felt very uncomfortable.

After a long greeting, the emperor seemed to remember that Mu Yuan had just returned from winning the battle. Perhaps his injuries had not been cured and he was prone to fatigue, so he gave him a seat.

Mu Yuan said thanking the emperor and sat down on the mahogany chair beside him. It was fine if he just stood there. When he sat down, his bones seemed to be dislocated, and there was a piercing pain somewhere on his back.

He endured the pain and looked silent. He held the handle of the wooden chair with one hand, listening to the generous speech of the handsome emperor in front of him.

"Recently, the national movement has raged, and bandits have risen everywhere. Yesterday, the Song Taifu submitted a memorial, saying that the rebels in Pu Town who were overestimating their abilities have been wiped out. These days, I was worried about my thoughts and misunderstandings, and failed my father's instructions.

The barbarians were armed with military force, and I don’t know when the world could be peaceful. Whenever I was in peace, I couldn’t help but think of my childhood, when my father and mother were in harmony, and when you and my brother were talking about everything. I missed those peaceful days.”

I just feel that when the emperor speaks human words, every sentence that makes people feel ashamed of their previous petty hearts.

Unfortunately, after this battle, Mu Yuan looked at him at first sight. In the end, he was not as good as the emperor. Once the rift in his heart arises, it is not so easy to deceive himself and pretend to be in a deep brotherly relationship.

Mu Yuan listened to the other person's words without laughing. The pain on his waist and back became more and more intense. It was not like he was numbing his pain, but like a small needle was scraping his bones one after another.

This intermittent pain is the most tormenting, and the pain makes his palms sweat oozing.

"The Grand Tutor Song found a miracle doctor for me the day before yesterday. I will introduce him to you," the emperor said with a joking smile:

"Come to visit on a date, don't drive people out."

Mu Yuan bowed, "Thank you for your kindness."

After saying that, the tingling feeling climbed up to the scalp along the back of the spine. Mu Yuan's nerves twitched straight at the forehead, and he couldn't listen to what the other person was saying. It was not until he left the Jingxin Temple and smelled the fresh air outdoors that the pain relieved a little.

To this day, Mu Yuan has probably realized his situation, but he is just waiting for the donkey to be killed by the emperor. Without the value of it, the emperor will not let him go easily.

It is not unwilling to shoulder the burden of defending the country, but he is not an invincible god. There will always be a day when he is exhausted. He must be on guard against the fierce barbarian army, fearing the emperor who is suspicious, and guarding against villains who are ready to take advantage of the situation at any time. He does not know whether he can last until the day when he succeeds and retreats.

Walking through the corner, I ran into a woman who was holding a purple clay bowl in her hand, with her head hanging down and absent-minded. She faced the tall Mu Yuan, who was so scared that she almost knocked over the bowl with soup in her hand.

The woman seemed to have no idea what Mu Yuan's identity was. She just looked at him dressed and thought she was a noble person. After bowing, she walked sideways.

Mu Yuan glanced at the other person's back and suddenly remembered that when he entered the palace this morning, he heard his father-in-law say that the emperor had recently won a new favorite. He didn't remember her name, but only remembered that he was a doctor. Although he was a low-ranking figure, he was like a golden branch and a jade leaf. He had a beautiful appearance and a cool temperament.

After a quick glance, Mu Yuan had no time to pay attention to how beautiful the woman was. However, as far as he knew, the emperor was not very concerned about women. He had no wives and concubines in the harem. He only had two or three ministers who had favored him symbolically gave him a title, which was just to stabilize the hearts of those court officials.

The emperor was ambitious and was not concerned about the affairs of the wind and moon. This time, he was lucky to an unknown doctor, which seemed a bit strange to outsiders.

In the Jingxin Hall, the door of the door was pushed open by the visitor. The emperor leaned lazily on the dragon chaise, his eyelashes were lifted up slowly, looking at the woman standing at the door, wearing a lilac cloud and smoke silk skirt,

The woman's name is Leng Mengqing, and she is not the daughter of a wealthy family. Her father was the imperial physician appointed by him. Because she accidentally got cold in the wind a few days ago, she went to the palace for her father and treated others. However, the emperor saw her and asked for her name immediately.

Being favored by the emperor, Leng Mengqing had no joy in her heart, only endless fear,

She walked to the desk in the middle of the bedroom and wanted to put the bowl down and leave, but when she entered the Jingxin Temple, she could not leave as long as she wanted. It was like a rabbit that had entered a wolf's den, and could only be taken away by others.

The emperor's nine fives are the emperor, calling the wind and rain, and there is nothing they can't get. He never hides his desires and sweeping his eyes from the woman's chest freely. His slender fingers bent and said:

"come over."

Although he looked similar to Mu Yuan, he was not born with peach blossom eyes that were exactly the same as the latter. He inherited the phoenix eyes of the former emperor, with a narrower and longer tail. He wore an imperial robe, showing the mighty and domineering emperor appearance.

The emperor rarely smiled sincerely. At this moment, he raised his eyebrows slightly at the woman in front of him and smiled a little romantically.

"Emperor," Leng Mengqing was afraid of his smile, and buried her head, not daring to look at the person in front of her.

"The little woman is a vulgar person, and she is not as loving as the emperor."

The man changed his sitting position, his two thin lips were gently opened and closed.

"I said I wanted to give you the imperial concubine, who dares to point fingers?"

When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel cold in my heart, and my head was buried lower.

I know how the woman in the harem is so vicious that someone with her identity and background comes in, so I can’t imagine what a good ending will happen.

"The little woman has no body and is not worthy of the emperor's love. She has a marriage contract, so I hope the emperor will fulfill her."

"engagement?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Who dares to steal a woman from me?"

After saying that, he grabbed the woman's slender arm in his palm, pulled her over, and leaned her thin lips close to her ears.

"That sick man is about to blow up the light and pull out the wax. Are you going to marry into a widow?"

What the emperor refers to Mr. Xu, who had made a marriage contract with her childhood when she was young. One day she was teased by a playboy in the street. Mr. Xu was stabbed to save her, and since then she fell into the root of illness.

Hearing this, Leng Meng's legs suddenly became weak. He should have thought that the emperor had clearly figured out her background. None of the relatives and friends around him were under his control.

The man's eyes were smiling, but she only saw the sinisterness in his eyes, a chill spreading in his chest, and said with a look of fear:

"I have a broken word, please let him go."

"It's better to learn how to please me instead of pleading for other men!"

The emperor grabbed her hand and suddenly used force, and pulled her into his arms. Leng Mengqing was pulled by him and staggered. As soon as his body fell, he would sit on his thigh.

The eunuchs and palace maids at the door all knew the current situation and closed the door.
Chapter completed!