"It's getting late, let's take a rest."

Mu Yuan said as he walked to her side, lowered his head and untied his belt.

"Prince, don't you stay elsewhere on weekdays? What's the matter today..."

He said slowly: "Didn't you lose your memory? I will spend more days with you and help you reminisce about it."

Zhao Weiran thought to himself that there is no need, I think you want to find out my details and find another opportunity to kill me?

Without further ado, Mu Yuan took off his coat in a few seconds, turned his back to her and hung his shirt on the wooden rack.

Zhao Weiran sat on the bed, raised his head, and his tall back came into view. He thought to himself that the male protagonist was the male protagonist, and his figure was really not a blowjob. He should have wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a tall figure.

But she didn't have the heart to admire the handsome man with wide shoulders and narrow waist now. Looking at the other person's figure, she felt worried.

"Does it look good?"

A low voice suddenly sounded, and Zhao Weiran was stunned when he heard the sound, and saw Mu Yuan looking at him through the bronze mirror placed on the dressing table.

Still think she is a voyeur who covets beauty?

My eyelids couldn't help but twitched, thinking to myself what I could say, just praise me!

"The prince's appearance is naturally good-looking."

Mu Yuan snorted coldly, obviously not satisfied with her rather careless compliment, but it was always a nice word. Even though he remained calm, he was still a little happy.

Seeing him coming, Zhao Weiran turned to face the wall, pulled open the quilt and covered himself tightly.

Mu Yuan lay beside her, and saw that the latter was motionless and looked at him with the back of his head, he couldn't help frowning.

"Zhao Weiran."

She refused to respond, and Mu Yuan said again:

"Don't pretend to be asleep, turn around, I have something to ask you."

Zhao Weiran blinked his eyes and did not move. He heard him say again:

"How do you prove your identity?"

Without waiting for her to react, Mu Yuan pinched Zhao Weiran's shoulder and broke her over, gently stripped away the bedding in front of her, and supported her with both hands, and the invading posture pressed her down.

"I am asking you, but I won't come with the real idea!"

Zhao Weiran's pupils shook, and he asked in his heart, why did he have to be on the bed? What was he trying to do when he was pressed against her?

"I...I don't know how to prove that, perhaps, what... unique characteristics are there?"

Don't know, what am I talking about!

After saying that, Zhao Weiran suddenly felt that he had said something wrong. Seeing Mu Yuan looking down at him from a high place, he felt a little scared.

He wasn't going to strip my clothes!

Mu Yuan stared at her for a while, his pursed lips moved slightly, and then said:

"The physical characteristics can be forged, and this alone is not trustworthy."

She sighed relieved, "Then how do you believe it?"

Seeing that the other party was disagreeing, she said:

"If I weren't Zhao Weiran, why would I appear here? What's the purpose of getting close to you?"

"This is exactly what I want to know."

Mu Yuan's voice and expression were low, and his peach blossom eyes, which were born with a fierce look, were filled with lights of murderous intent or love, which made people unable to see clearly.

Zhao Weiran swallowed nervously.

"If you say this, I can't argue. In short, it's impossible to explain it directly or not. Believe it or not."

Mu Yuan frowned and looked at her, as if he had to put it closer so that he could clearly see her true heart through these confusing eyes.

"Forget it,"

He raised his eyebrows and finally raised his hand and lay on his back on the pillow.

"Believe in you for now."

Zhao Weiran breathed a sigh of relief after the disaster and looked at the person beside him.

I felt that his nose was bright and straight, his outline was clear, and his facial features were skinny like a knife. Except for those eyes that had a little charm when they smiled, there were almost nothing soft on his face.

Mu Yuan's clothes were smoked with incense, and there was a dull agarwood smell on her body. She knew that it was to cover up the bloody smell that had been stained with after years of fighting on the battlefield.

Zhao Weiran stared at the shallow sword wound at the corner of his eyebrows that could only be seen near, thinking to himself:

The general who killed people like a scattered person treats life like grass, and probably regards her as Zhao Weiran as merely ant. He said that he would believe in himself for now, and that a person as vigilant as him would never be able to quit his will.

"By the way," Mu Yuan said suddenly:

"Since you have lost your memory, I will remind you that it will be my birthday in three days, so prepare in advance."

Zhao Weiran was stunned when he heard the sound, completely ignorant of the matter.

Preparation? What to prepare?

Could you ask me to prepare a gift?

Are you still a three-year-old?

Zhao Weiran suddenly felt a pain in his brain, and his ears buzzed, and he closed his eyes weakly.

"Also, what's going on with you and the fourth brother? When will you..."

Mu Yuan said and turned his head and found that Zhao Weiran had no movement at this moment, and was obviously asleep.

I have never seen anyone who can sleep like this.

"Hey? Hey, Zhao Wei..."

He called her a few times and refused to respond. Mu Yuan was too lazy to call again, so he blew out the oil lamp, closed his eyes, and brewed his sleepiness.

But I never thought that I would have some insomnia this night.

He focused his mind for a long time, his thoughts were chaotic, and he couldn't help but look at the people beside him, recalling the past-

Zhao is a family of generals. Zhao Weiran's father Zhao Ziqian was a famous general in the previous dynasty and was highly valued by the Emperor.

He still remembers his twelfth birthday. That day in the courtyard, Zhao Ziqian's big and thick palm touched his head and said to his father:

"Your Majesty, I see that this child is a very good martial arts seedling. I taught him that he will achieve great success in less than five years. By then, he will be a man with a brave and fearless wolf on the battlefield!"

He finished speaking with great momentum, but was mocked by Deputy General Yuan.

"Come on, Grandmaster, who doesn't know what kind of preaching people is that you are inhumane and you don't recognize your relatives! The brothers are so thick that they can't stand it. How can the little prince be able to bear it?"

The surroundings burst into laughter. Zhao Ziqian was the most severe commander in the military camp, but in private he was a heroic and unrestrained person. He was not annoyed, and pointed at the nose of the general and smiled:

"Go, what nonsense? Don't ruin my reputation here! Don't eat dinner anymore. Go to the schoolyard to run fifty laps!"

When he fought against Xiao Mu Yuan, he heard about the reputation of Marshal Zhao, a powerful general of his generation. The elite troops of the Taxue Camp under his command were defeated and invincible. There were no foreign enemies on the border for more than ten years.

With such a heroic character, the soldiers and generals he brought out will definitely not be bad. Even the chefs who cook in the military camp are bloody men with blood and loyal hearts, and they are in a ruthless and unyielding spirit in their bones.

Later, when he met the third prince, General Zhao was still traitorous and refusing to let go.

"Boy, don't you really follow me?"

As he said that, he slapped Mu Yuan's back. The force of his palm was heavy and thick. The latter felt a numbness on his back, and the pipa bone almost shattered. He said bluntly:

"A man is a real man and spitting blood for the country is the greatest honor in his life. Don't act like a villain in the palace. That's not a gentleman, but a maggot, bah! I, Lao Zhao, spitting too much!"

"Okay, the handsome man, don't cheat others," Deputy General Yuan smiled:

"The little prince's dragon blood phoenix marrow is different from our stubborn buns. He may be the emperor in the future."

Mu Yuan was stunned when he heard this and said that these reckless men who did not care about the affairs of the court were really unrestrained. The loss was that there was no one else at the moment, and the disaster was almost out of the mouth.

However, he was indeed unwilling to be a general who served the country loyally and was not as concerned as his brother Mu Yi. He felt that it would be better to be a general who would serve the country in the future.

But the old emperor was still unwilling to let his precious son go to the Taxue Camp to follow Zhao Dashui Camp to suffer hardships. However, Mu Yuan had a hard bone to lead troops to fight. Even if he was in the Taxue Camp, he would have been stumbled on this road after a few years.

Spring is born and autumn is killed, years change, and regime changes, but only ten years are there.

The late emperor died and his country changed its rule. Now the people in the dynasty are the second prince Mu Yi, and his brother Mu Yuan, who is thicker than water, have become the emperor's right-hand man. However, his status is special, both as a prince and a general.

Zhao Ziqian has been stationed in the border for many years and has little social relationship with Mu Yuan. However, such a loyal and righteous man was framed and fought for most of his life. In the end, he was a filthy reputation as a traitor. He was so sinful that he was despised for all generations.

Zhao was raided all over the family because of this, and the person who took the initiative was Mu Yuan.

I never thought that after a long time of separation, the person who almost became his master has now become a dead soul under the knife.

I still remember the day when Mu Yuan led his elite troops to flatten Zhao's mansion, the soldiers surrounded him like beasts, dismantling objects and killing people when they saw them.

Blood stained his hands, Mu Yuan looked at Zhao Ziqian, who was kneeling on one knee, and the Shengjun sword in his hand pierced the other party's exposed chest.

"Zhao Ziqian, you collude with a foreign race and intend to rebel. Today, I will follow the emperor's imperial edict to eliminate the rioters and thieves and kill the nine Zhao clans!"

The man with a stagnant face chuckled blood, and his voice and expression were firm,

"The emperor is above, and the thick soil is proof. I have never had the intention of rebelling!"
To be continued...