Li Muhe waited until Xiaoyue's drip was finished before going to rest, in fact, he was already sleepy and dizzy, but after all, he had to do things well, and only he could pull out the liquid here, so that when he arrived in the room, he went straight to the bed, and fell asleep on the pillow.

But on the other hand, the same people who traveled all night did not go to make up for sleep.

Yu Lan sat upright in the room, the muscles of his face were frozen together, his expression seemed to be a little nervous, and there was a touch of white standing behind him, it was An Ruixuan.

"The third prince lives in seclusion here, it seems that he is recuperating."

It was still an understatement, but there was a strange brilliance in the fox's eyes.

An Ruixuan pulled out a book of the art of war from the bookshelf beside him, and casually flipped through the old pages, making a rustling sound.

Today's third prince An Yuhan turned out to be the leader of this Hutou Mountain, recalling that he used to be the glory of the country, and he was also known as the god of war of Minliang country, which is really ridiculous to think about.

From the moment of the renewal of the Minliang Kingdom, the new emperor began to ruthlessly exclude dissidents, but all the forces that threatened his position were eliminated, and women, children and children were not spared, and the methods were extremely cruel.

This includes his son, An Yuhan.

How to say it, the blame is only that these three princes are too good on the battlefield, after he commanded the three armies, the emperor no longer regarded him as his own son, but a thorn in his side.

An Yuhan is also a dead brain, and he revealed all his dissatisfaction with the emperor's policies, so that he would catch fire, and in the end he was pushed to a death path by his own father, and his army was completely wiped out in the battle, and there was not even a complete corpse.

However, it is really a creation and a trick, in the border of Minliang Kingdom, this stubborn tiger head village, according to rumors, has some mysterious connections with various countries, so that the emperor has no choice but to take it, such a group of forces turned out to be created by him.

"An Ruixuan, say it, you want to be like this."

An Yuhan closed his eyes lightly, his eyelashes trembling. Now that I've come to this point, I can only accept my fate. An Ruixuan is bound to inform the imperial court, with his martial arts, he is afraid that he will not be able to help him, and the plan he has been planning for many years is afraid that it will be shattered as soon as possible.

The corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, the white robe slowly moved in front of him, An Ruixuan threw the book in his hand on the table, and looked at him meaningfully.

"Benjun doesn't want to do anything."

"An Ruixuan, don't deceive people too much!"

An Yuhan slapped his palm on the tabletop, making a muffled sound, although the sound was not loud, but the wooden table under the tiger skin tablecloth had cracks.

"Oh?"

An Ruixuan raised an eyebrow, his eyes were full of disdain, and he twisted his neck lazily and made a gurgling sound.

"Why did the third prince say this? Benjun is just curious, and what you want to do has nothing to do with Benjun. ”

"You...... What do you mean? ”

An Yuhan turned his head to look at him, with a surprised expression on his face, he squinted his eyes slightly, flashing with an uncertain light.

Nothing to do with it? Does that mean they won't get involved? Can you believe what he says?

"Don't hide it from the three princes, this monarch has already handed over the military power and quit the government, as for this country is not easy to master, whether the world is in chaos or not, this monarch doesn't care."

Seeing that his expression relaxed, An Ruixuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and continued.

"What Benjun cares about is whether the person named Xiaoyue in that room is Nangong Yue."

The snow-white wide sleeves were raised, An Ruixuan pointed in the direction of the south room, his eyes shone sharply, An Yuhan's body stiffened suddenly, his expression became more and more flustered, he coughed twice as if he was hiding something, and his hands were clenched tightly in his robe.

"Nangong Yue? Hehe...... Shi Ziye is really good at joking, they are all people who have been dead for seven or eight years, and it doesn't feel ridiculous to mention her! It seemed that because of his anger, a green tendon on An Yuhan's forehead burst out, which was particularly eye-catching on his fair skin.

Raising his hand and nodding at the south, a gloom appeared on his face, and his tight cheeks trembled slightly as if he was forbearing.

"Her name is Ling Xiaoyue, she is my wife, and she is Ling Feng's sister, if you don't believe it, go and check. I still have some things, so I'll be with you! ”

After speaking, he clenched his hands in front of his chest, shook his cuffs and left the room.

His angry departure did not affect An Ruixuan's mood.

The draped white robe dragged on the velvet carpet, he picked up the book on the art of war on the table, opened one of the pages with his eyes down, paused on the page with his fingertips, and smiled thoughtfully at the four striking printed words on it.

There are four words clearly printed on it with a small seal of Juanxiu, and the golden silkworm is shelled.

Does the golden silkworm shed its shell? That's where it gets interesting.