Back at the palace, Cao Qian was walking over from the stable.

"General Cao?" Zhiying was a little surprised, how could he be in the palace at this time, "The prince is back?" ”

Cao Qian's face turned pale, and when he saw her, he hurriedly whispered: "The prince has just come out of the palace, and he is in a very bad mood, madam, please be careful." ”

Zhiying nodded suspiciously, wanting to ask him what happened, but he felt that he probably wouldn't know, so he only said, "Got it, thank you General Cao." ”

Cui Yi went to the palace? What are you going to do, please Ann? No, if he plans to enter the palace this afternoon to say goodbye, he should have said to himself in advance, if it's not goodbye, then what's the matter? Zhiying [Zongheng] was full of doubts and quickened his pace.

The maids in the courtyard were chattering in a pile, and Zhiying stepped forward to ask, "Is the prince in the house?" ”

A maid replied, "Yes, the prince is in a bad mood—"

Before the words fell, a loud bang was heard in the room, and I don't know what it was broken, so Zhiying immediately ordered everyone to stand by and trotted in.

A wine jug on the floor was torn apart, Cui Yi was still wearing armor, sitting on the general's couch and panting, the green tendons on his forehead were bursting out, he was obviously angry, and he hurriedly walked around the pool of debris and walked towards him: "Lord Wang, what's wrong?" ”

Cui Yi raised his head suddenly, glared at her viciously, Zhiying was a little at a loss, stepped forward and sat down next to him, stretched out his hand to take off his helmet for him, and went to untie his collar: "What is the unhappy thing that the prince has encountered, tell me?" It will feel better when you say it. ”

Cui Yi put his hands on his knees, unconsciously grabbed them twice, and said coldly: "You don't know the good things you did yourself?" ”

Zhiying shook his head innocently: "I really don't know. The prince blamed me for going to Cheng's Mansion in the afternoon and failing to accompany the prince into the palace to ask for peace? ”

Cui Yi grinded his back molars: "In the afternoon, I was training in Xiying, and my father suddenly sent someone to call me, saying that I had something to discuss." ”

Zhiying gently took off his armor for him, stacked it neatly aside, and then looked at him: "What is the emperor looking for the prince to talk about?" ”

Cui Yi said: "When I arrived at Wansheng Palace, I found that the queen and Concubine Duan were also there. ”

Zhiying suddenly understood, and said, "Is it Miss Xie's business?" Cui Yi didn't speak, which was tantamount to acquiescence, "The emperor wants the prince to marry Miss Xie as his wife?" Is it the meaning of Duan Concubine Niangniang? The queen also agreed? ”

"You don't have garlic here!" Cui Yi was furious, and grabbed her wrist that wiped her sweat for herself, "It's clear that you made it all right!" ”

Cui Yi was extremely powerful, Zhiying was caught by him and her wrist was in severe pain, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she didn't dare to scream, gritted her teeth and said: "How is it possible, Miss Xie is making trouble for me everywhere, how can I ......"

Cui Yi snorted coldly and said, "Who else but you?" I told my father that it was enough to marry you, and I didn't want to marry again, but Concubine Duan said that you also agreed to this matter, would she still wronged you! ”

Zhiying anxiously defended: "This is indeed wronging me!" I went back to Songya Palace to ask for peace, Concubine Duan's own mother said that she wanted the prince to thank the girl, at that time I also said that the prince would not accept it, but the mother said that the parents' order matchmaker said, the emperor's holy decree, the prince has to marry if he does not marry. ”

Cui Yi's eyebrows moved slightly, let go of his hand, holding Ying's pinched red wrist, sweating profusely: "I didn't know what the prince was thinking before, and it was my fault to plan a marriage for the prince without authorization, but what's so good about Miss Xie?" In terms of gentleness and beauty, there are more girls in the capital who are better than her, not to mention that she is still targeting me everywhere, how can I hope that the prince will marry her? ”

"Yes." Cui Yi was still cold and indifferent, and didn't seem to believe what she said.

Zhiying sighed and said: "The prince thinks too highly of me, I am not a saint, just an ordinary woman, and I want to be a couple for the rest of my life, if the prince is not the prince, how can I do such a thing as persuading my husband to marry another woman?" Since the prince said that he has no intention of taking the throne, then why should I be unhappy with myself, the prince only likes me alone, isn't this the best? ”

Cui Yi asked coldly: "When did this king say that he liked you?" ”

Profit: "......"

Zhiying was stunned by this sentence, and suddenly didn't know what to say: "I...... Uh, I thought ......"

Cui Yi admired her dazed appearance expressionlessly, and then the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl, and Zhiying reacted that he was deliberately playing with herself, and couldn't help but be ashamed and annoyed: "Lord Wang!" ”

Cui Yi laughed twice and hugged her into his arms: "You just looked much more interesting than usual." ”

Zhiying was really made lose his temper by him: "What's interesting, the prince who usually doesn't smile will actually play this kind of trick." ”

After removing the armor, Cui Yi was only wearing a simple brown-red samurai robe, his chest and back were wet with sweat, and the faint smell of sweat leaked from the neckline, Zhiying was hugged by his strong and powerful arms, smelling the natural body odor that was different from the dragon marrow incense commonly used by Cui Jie in the past, he couldn't help but tremble, hugged his waist, and gently rubbed his head on his shoulder and neck twice.

The former Cui Jie brought her an incomparable sense of sweetness, every day was like living in a dream, making her feel that she was the luckiest and happiest woman in the world; And Cui Yi doesn't know romance, he only knows how to eat, sleep, and practice every day, he doesn't talk much, and he is still a facial paralysis, but snuggling in his arms makes people can't help but feel at ease, as if the sky is falling and there is no need to worry.

"What's wrong?" Cui Yi asked, listening to the tone, he was not angry at all, and even a little fluttering.

Zhiying smiled and asked, "Isn't the prince angry?" ”

Cui Yi sighed "hmm", and did not answer positively: "Go and let people boil some hot water, this king wants to bathe." ”

Zhiying went out to lift the high-pressure warning, and the maids were busy and quickly brought hot water.

Cui Yi soaked in the tub, put his arms on the edge of the bucket, and sighed comfortably. Zhiying opened a brown paper bag, shook some medicinal herbs into the water, and Cui Yi asked strangely, "What is it?" ”

"A little medicine that can relieve fatigue, Sister Cheng gave it." Zhiying stirred up the herbs, then soaked the cloth towel and began to rub him.

Cui Yi nodded with satisfaction: "You two get together." ”

Zhiying said with a smile: "Sister Cheng is good, I copied a lot of health recipes from her, and I will stew soup for the prince to drink when I go back." ”

Cui Yi lay on the edge of the bucket and asked her to rub her back, and Zhiying said, "By the way, there is something to tell the prince." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Does the prince know about Yang Hai?"

Cui Yi pillowed his arm, half-closed his eyes, and said: "I know, the general Zhenbei of Emperor Wen of Dongjing, stationed in Bacheng - that is, about 500 miles outside Juxia Pass in Ganzhou, and was still under the jurisdiction of the Dongjing Imperial Court at that time - for fifteen years, Dongjing and Yuqiang were safe and sound, it is said that he did not mourn after his death, and the ethnic minorities outside the Guanxi did not dare to approach within ten miles of Bacheng within three years. ”

Zhiying said in surprise: "How can the prince know so clearly? ”

Cui Yi snorted and said, "This king has taken General Yang Hai as an example since he was a child, and one day, Da Chu will snatch Bacheng back." ”

Zhiying laughed, scooped up a scoop of water to rinse his hair, Cui Yi wiped his face, and asked puzzledly, "Why did you suddenly ask this?" ”

"Well, because when I came back in the afternoon, I met the descendants of General Yang Hai on the road."

Cui Yi sneered: "General Yang Hai's descendants? And then, you went to hook up with people again? ”

Zhiying couldn't help laughing: "I saw him selling himself on the street to bury his father, so I gave him ten taels of silver." ”

Cui Yi was very disapproving: "Most of them are liars, he said that he is a descendant of Yang Hai, you believe it?" ”

Zhiying said helplessly: "He has the silver moon gun handed down by General Yang Hai in his hand, there should be no fake, as for how much ability he has, the prince can test it himself, if it is an impostor, it will be forked out." ”

Cui Yi is not interested in literati, but is still a little interested in martial artists, and this person is suspected of being a "descendant of childhood idols", so he said: "Where are the others? ”

"I should be going to bury my father, I told him that if there is any difficulty, he can come to the palace for help, and he should come in a few days. - How many tricks does the prince want to do with him? Zhiying asked jokingly, "When the prince was a child, he should have fantasized about face-to-face battles with General Yang Hai, right?" ”

Cui Yi snorted disdainfully, but did not refute.

Day after day, Yang Qiong didn't come, but Emperor Jianyuan and Concubine Duan sent people to find Cui Yi and Zhiying respectively, talking about marrying Xie Yuchan.

Cui Yi bit to death, if he doesn't marry, he won't marry, Emperor Jianyuan is about to be angry with this son and have a stroke, but he can't do anything about him, so he is so worried that his white hair has grown a few more.

And on Zhiying's side, Concubine Duan persuaded her openly and secretly, but Zhiying only pretended to be innocent, saying that it was useless to persuade her, and showed the bruises on her wrists to Concubine Duan, Concubine Duan saw that she was injured, and knew that she couldn't force it too hard, so she had to give up.

"Don't make the emperor angry, how can a parent not worry about the marriage of their children." Zhiying sat in front of the makeup and combed her hair, and when she saw Cui Yi scratching her ears and cheeks from the bronze mirror, she felt very funny.

The weather in August was hot, Cui Yi was naked, wearing a pair of thin silk pants, sitting on the edge of the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, looking absent-minded.

Zhiying combed her hair, and stacked all kinds of hair accessories neatly in the box, tinkering around, Cui Yi finally got impatient and urged: "What are you still tossing!" ”

"If the prince is tired, go to bed first." Zhi Ying replied very naturally.

Cui Yi stretched his face and didn't speak.

Zhiying reached out and picked up the earrings, and when she was halfway up, she suddenly reacted, turned her head and looked at him in surprise: "The prince wants to ......"

Cui Yi continued not to speak, and his eyes glared at her with gloomy eyes.

Zhiying laughed instead, so she didn't clean up anymore, blew out the lamp to the bedside, wrapped her arms around Cui Yi's neck in the dark, and asked, "Why is the prince suddenly interested today?" ”

Cui Yi couldn't wait to throw her down on the bed, reached out to open her clothes, and kissed her around hungrily like a wolf that had been hungry for three days.

Zhiying wondered, the two have been married for half a year, and Cui Yi has always seemed to be pure-hearted, which made her suspect that Cui Yi liked men because of his long-term military life and too few women, but looking at his performance today, why did he seem to be incomprehensible and didn't serve him well?

"Hey! Tap the prince! ”

Cui Yi's hands were full of rough calluses left by holding the gun, and his strength was great, and Zhiying felt that his ribs were about to be broken by him, so he couldn't help but speak.

Cui Yi hurriedly let go of his hand: "Did it hurt you?" ”

Zhiying burst out laughing: "One thing, what's wrong with the prince today, I didn't eat anything for dinner." ”

I couldn't see the expression on Cui Yi's face in the dark, but I guess I couldn't see anywhere.