The Phantom Pavilion is very quiet, not like the Han Pavilion of Han Xuanhao, which is full of warm and red decorations, except for some calligraphy and paintings that are full of books, or it is a hard-to-find pen and ink, but it has a different taste.

Both of them belong to beautiful men and are very delicate, but Han Xuanhao belongs to the evil charm that is indistinguishable between male and female, while Phantom Moche belongs to the gentle and elegant gentleness, the two have their own style but are coquettish.

Phantom Moche dived his subordinates out, and there were only two people left in the entire Phantom Pavilion, Phantom Moche personally poured a glass of wine for Han Xuanhao, and the sunny weather just now was covered by dark clouds, and even the Phantom Pavilion became black and gloomy.

"What are your intentions in staying with the prince?" Phantom Moche asked with a smile, obviously smiling warmly like a big brother with sunshine next door, but those who know Phantom Moche know that the warmer he smiles, the more he wants to kill in his heart.

Han Xuanhao looked at the hostility of the left minister in front of him and was a little vigilant, this left side has always been hostile to himself, but today there are a lot of weird rejections.

"I don't understand what Lord Zuo Xiang is saying, of course the slave family who is the prince must stay with the prince!" Han Xuanhao's white hand picked up the wine glass and smiled coquettishly, but those narrow eyes cast a cold light.

Phantom Mo Che directly grabbed Han Xuanhao's hand, and said when Han Xuanhao was about to make a move: "You are well disguised, at least at first, this son didn't find out that you were actually a man, but Han Gongzi, the momentum on your body is too obvious, it is not what a Qinglou woman should have, and your eyes on the prince are too obvious, do you really think that everyone is a fool?" ”

At first, everyone was shocked by Han Xuanhao's beauty and dressed there, and they didn't think much about it, but later they slowly contacted him, and he was a careful person, so they clearly found that this Han Xuanhao was different, too tall and slender figure, flat chest, and wide fingers and chest, which are not what a woman should have, and this Han Xuanhao will forget to disguise his voice many times when he is around the prince, and it is easy to see his gender.

Han Xuanhao withdrew his hand, and his smile remained unchanged, "Whether the slave family is male or female, the slave family is the prince's person, and please don't be despised by the slave family!" As he spoke, he also looked in the direction of the prince's bedroom, and the meaning of the complaint was very obvious.

Phantom Moche felt that he had really never seen such a faceless man, even if a man dressed as a woman, what was going on with the appearance of wanting to sue now, Phantom Moche would not admit that he was envious.

"Don't worry, this son has no interest in you at all!" Phantom Moche said dissatisfiedly, "You haven't sued the prince yet, your attempt to stay with the prince?" "Is it an attempt to a position of power or an attempt to the crown prince himself? In fact, Phantom Moche knew it very well in his heart, but he still asked.

Han Xuanhao glanced at Mo Che, fading away from the delicacy of pretending to be a woman, and even more demagoguery, "Of course, the slave family is the prince, otherwise what kind of power position can make the slave family stay here?" But... What about Zuo Xiang? Living in this prince's mansion has done so many things for the prince to enter the court, what is the picture of Lord Zuo Xiang? ”

Knowing how good the prince is, and knowing that there must be countless people who will fall in love with the prince whether it is a man or a woman, but Han Xuanhao still has a headache, he hasn't even managed the prince yet, and it seems that such a strong rival in love has come, when will his spring come!

Phantom Moche looked at the wine glass on the table, and smiled lightly, "Since Young Master Han already knows, why bother to ask this young man?" What this son asks for is just a place next to the prince, which doesn't seem to hinder Han Gongzi from anything, Han Gongzi doesn't have to look at this son like this! ”

"A place? Are you sure there is a place for you in the prince's heart? Han Xuanhao sneered, not to mention that Phantom Moche was by the prince's side, and the prince was just used to himself, where did he have their status in his heart.

"The prince doesn't have a place for me in his heart, but there is no place for you, everyone is the same, and the prince is not yours alone!" Xuan Moche's face turned cold, he was extremely disgusted that Han Xuanhao always planned the prince to his people.

"Hehe, but the slave family is now holding the identity of the prince, and you are just the prince's minions!" Han Xuanhao put down the wine glass in his hand, "I know how good the prince is, but who can seize a seat in the prince's heart depends on his ability, but if you let the deity know that you hurt the prince, Lord Zuo Xiang, the deity will make you regret it!" After saying that, Han Xuanhao left the Phantom Pavilion, he still had a lot of things to deal with, and today knowing Phantom Moche's thoughts, he didn't want to kill people, but he knew very well that this person was of great use to the prince, and he couldn't harm any of the prince's interests.

Phantom Moche drank all the sake in the wine glass in his hand, almost choking himself, but the warm voice was at the corner of his mouth, "I will not hurt the prince if I hurt anyone, because I love him..."

Since the moon of Yan Wuxin came, they have been nested in the dormitory for a few days and have not come out, and every day Han Xuanhao and Phantom Moche will come to the prince's bedroom to visit the prince, and the two of them can not enter the dormitory for the first two days and can only stand outside for a while before leaving, and on the third day, Yan Wuxin let the two of them in to visit.

Because he was very busy every day, there were many affairs for Zuo Xiang, so he came to the prince's bedroom every morning to visit the prince for a while, told the prince about the affairs of the court, and left. But Han Xuanhao didn't leave when he came to the prince's bedroom every day, and he had to accompany the prince to eat every day before being driven away by the prince.

And the two of them looked at the prince's body and seemed to have nothing wrong with it, and they were relieved, but they were concerned about the old diseases on the prince's body.

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In the luxurious and spacious study, a man in purple sat behind a desk and kept reading the folds in his hands, picking up a brush from time to time to write something on the folds, and then putting down and then moving on to the next fold, over and over again but the man in purple did not have a trace of impatience.

The man in purple behaved elegantly, and even the action of reviewing the excerpts was fascinating. The purple robe on his body is gorgeous and vulgar, the robe with gold wire trim sets off his nobility incomparably, and his thin waist is tied with a white jade belt, which looks outstanding and has a noble temperament.

"Lord Wang, the letter of the martyrdom!" Holding the letter in the distance and immediately walking into the study, usually always steady footsteps with a little hurry, not too much fuss in the distance, but the last time I received a letter from the prince's mansion but did not present it to the prince in time, until now I still remember how cold the prince's eyes were, and since then, as long as I receive a letter from the prince's mansion in the distance, I can run faster than anyone else, and it makes many people in the palace think that something big is going to happen recently.

Nangong Qian put down the fold in his hand and casually threw the brush in his hand and took the letter in his hand in the distance, and after opening it, he carefully looked at the contents of the letter, but the more he looked at Nangong Qian's face, the colder it became, and even the phoenix eyes were fierce, which made the distance take a few steps back and quickly leave the study.

After reading the letter, Nangong Qian sat behind the desk after destroying the letter, closing his eyes, but the worry on his eyebrows was obvious. Every time he received a message from the Prince's Mansion, it was just some of the prince's daily life, even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, but this gave him a feeling that he was by the side of the prince.

But today's letter said that the old illness of the prince had attacked, and he had not left the palace after cultivating in the prince's mansion for several days, Nangong Qian couldn't help but think of the weirdness and inappropriateness of the prince that rainy night, what happened to this prince to become like this? Episodes of old illnesses? Why can't he take good care of himself, Nangong Qian felt that if the prince was in front of him now, he would definitely teach this bear child a good lesson, why didn't he make people worry about it like this?

"If only there was no design to let Ye Yizhe leave!" Nangong Qian said with some self-reproach, at that time, he was thinking about being jealous, for fear that Ye Yizhe would capture the prince's heart during the time he left, so he deliberately made trouble with Ye Yizhe's voice in Nangong Country to lure Ye Yizhe to Nangong Kingdom, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

After a while, Nangong Qian opened his eyes and looked at the fold in front of him, it seems that he is going to do his best to deal with these things and go to the country, if you don't see the prince Nangong Qian with your own eyes, how can you not worry!

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A well-decorated side room, which burned a little medicinal incense, the decoration of the room was pure and white, the white carpet and white curtain, and a man in white clothes, at this time the man was holding the medicinal herbs in his hand and constantly experimenting, and the eyebrows were serious and cautious.

The man in white looked at the medicinal herbs and was very obsessed, his temperament was like the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, with willow eyebrows and starry eyes, jade face and red lips, his skin was as white and clear as ice and snow, and the steep eyebrow peak was like an iceberg on the Tianshan Mountain, cold but amazing, which made people want to turn into the medicinal materials in his hands to get his attention.

"Come in!" Ye Yizhe's voice is as clean and clear as a snow lotus, as long as he is studying medical skills and medicinal materials on weekdays, no one dares to disturb, and the only one who dares to disturb is his subordinate pouch, and the pouch is very clear what it is for to disturb Ye Yizhe at this time.

Xiaobao walked into the room very lightly, for fear of disturbing the master, put down the letter in his hand and quietly walked out of the room, standing outside the room and exhaling, thinking that he had walked out of the ghost door. Thinking that the master has either to take care of many things in business in recent days, or to study medicinal materials, he has not rested for a long time, but even if he persuades, it is useless, and at this time, Xiaobao found that only Prince Yan seems to be able to make the master different in this world.

Ye Yizhe put down the medicinal materials in his hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands clean, a little annoyed, for so long he still hasn't studied how to detoxify the prince without harming his body, which makes Ye Yizhe, who has always been full of medical skills, a little frustrated and a little anxious, he will always remember the slightly cool lips of the young man, which has become his dream every night these days.

The hand that wiped clean and white as jade took the letter and opened it, and at first he looked at Ye Yizhe's mouth slightly hooked like the warm sun on an iceberg, but when he looked at Ye Yizhe and threw away the letter, he couldn't stop being irritable and had no love since he was a child.

After standing there for a long time, Ye Yizhe picked up the letter again, but when he saw that "the prince is now safe and sound", his irritable feelings were slightly relaxed, and then he began to wonder again, he obviously gave the prince a pulse, the prince was too weak in addition to the poison in his body, why didn't he find out that the prince had an old disease? Thinking about Ye Yizhe, he was even more dissatisfied with his medical skills, he was called a miracle doctor by the world, but he couldn't even save the people he cared about the most, Ye Yizhe sulked.

But when the sullenness passed, Ye Yizhe obediently walked to the medicinal materials and began to study, thinking that there were still people waiting to save him, he must cure the prince's poison, even if he was an old disease, he would also cure the prince.

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The sky is full of yellow sand, the high city walls block the footsteps of the enemy, and simple tents are lined up on the yellow sand ground to dot the scenery in this empty frontier, and even the scorching sun above the head is very hot.

In the largest tent in the middle of all the tents, a man in a black robe is constantly looking at the distribution map in his hand, the man is wearing a black brocade robe, outlining his long and straight figure, black hair naturally hangs down from the cheeks, eyes as deep as the sea are like obsidian, flashing with a cold luster like glass, knife-like facial features, is indescribably handsome, just standing there, indescribably dusty, handsome as a god.

When He Lanjin handed the letter in his hand to Leng Yufeng, his face was really strange. Although he also admired the prince and felt that it was a very wise thing for the general to be loyal to the prince, but recently He Lanjin always felt that the general paid too much attention to the prince, and this kind of attention and the relationship between the monarch and the minister faintly made He Lanjin feel inappropriate.

"Not yet!" Leng Yufeng looked at He Lanjin, who was still standing there, and said dissatisfiedly.

He Lanjin immediately retreated, but the doubts in his heart became bigger and bigger, but he just couldn't figure it out, forget it, He Lanjin felt that the general was a person who did things in a measured way, and he was too worried.

After taking the letter, Leng Yufeng was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have not seen the prince for a long time, he used to think that everything was good here, but now he felt that nothing was good, because there was no young man called Yan Wuxin here, if he didn't think that his military exploits could help the prince, he really wanted to see the prince.

After reading the letter, Leng Yufeng's sword eyebrows never let go, thinking of the prince's body, he felt that why didn't he know the prince earlier, and protected the prince when he was young, so that the prince would not suffer so much, no matter what he did in the future, he should not miss the prince, no matter what his identity was, he had to protect the prince.

After destroying the letter, Leng Yufeng picked up the letter and wanted to write a letter to the prince, but Leng Yufeng didn't know how to write after holding the brush for a long time.

Prince? No, that's too rusty.

Centerless? No, it's too modest to express your feelings at all.

Heart? This is very good, but if the prince sees it, he is afraid that he will destroy himself, but he really likes this title. Heart, heart, my heart...

After a long time, Leng Yufeng didn't write a word, angrily threw away the brush and walked out of the camp tent directly to train the soldiers, and today the entire military camp trembled with fear, because General Leng was training the soldiers like crazy, so that the soldiers wanted to run when they saw General Leng as if they saw Hades.