Chapter 47: Beaten

Just as Mu Xiaoxiao was looking down and thinking hard, a hand grabbed her and pulled her back. Before she could call, a familiar voice was heard.

"Xiaoxiao."

Mu Xiaoxiao stopped resisting when she heard the voice, turned around, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Aunt?!" ā€

Aunt Qiao'er took her far away from the crowd, and Haosheng interrogated, "Why did you come with you?" ā€

Mu Xiaoxiao pointed to the large army in the distance, "The prince brought me here." She told the truth.

"Prince?" Aunt Qiao'er repeated in disbelief, she watched the prince grow up, and said as usual that according to Bo Zeyu's temperament, she would not be so messy. "Why did the prince bring you?" There were too many doubts, and she didn't believe it.

"The prince said that when he was around, people would not notice me." Mu Xiaoxiao opened her watery eyes, looking sincere, not like lying, and her voice was still a little hoarse.

Hearing her say this seems to have some point. Aunt Qiao'er breathed a sigh of relief, "Did the prince tell you about today's itinerary?" ā€

"Nope!" Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head honestly.

Aunt Qiao'er lifted her mouth, and stopped talking. It's cold in the mountains and there are not too many rooms for people. Many of the palace maids and eunuchs brought with them had to sleep in the wilderness.

After thinking about it, since it was brought by the prince, there must be a place for her to live, so he pulled Mu Xiaoxiao and asked her a few words, and then let her go.

The previous troops were already almost at the top of the mountain.

At the front, Emperor Bo Zhao and Empress Lin supported the Queen Mother together, climbing up step by step.

A short distance behind.

Li Weiran, who was dressed up in fancy clothes, accompanied Bo Zeyu as usual, and sometimes talked to him about the beautiful scenery around him. Bo Zeyu would talk to her a few words when he was up, and he wouldn't say a word when he was not interested. She's not annoyed, she's always chattering.

Behind him are Li Youran, who is dressed in plain clothes and has no makeup, and Li Tairan, who is personable.

Li Youran always had a faint expression on his face, and sometimes he was shocked by the ever-changing mountain scenery and let out a small exclamation.

Several times was heard by Bo Zeyu in front.

He would turn his head curiously, not knowing what kind of scenery could fascinate Li Youran. He followed her gaze.

I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, and there were dozens of small stone peaks around. The peaks are inky blue. Immediately afterwards, the mist rises, and the milky white veil separates the heavy mountains, leaving only the cyan peaks, which is really like a landscape painting with refreshing brushwork and dense ink. Surrounded by mountains, a pool of clear water, clouds and mist, green pine forests, and a faint mist. Too many beautiful things.

Every time I retracted my gaze, I would deliberately look at her a few more times.

She is always dressed very plainly, and her face without powder is naturally delicate because of too much exercise and panting redness.

Bo Zeyu sometimes compares several women around him.

Li Weiran never hides her beauty, she always presents her most beautiful side in front of everyone, but she will get tired of watching it for a long time.

My sister Li Youran has a good foundation, she doesn't talk much, and she is not abrupt when she puts it on the side, but it's a pity that it's too monotonous.

"Prince......" Mu Xiaoxiao's voice always lingered in his ears endlessly, she didn't have a prominent family or a beautiful appearance, she didn't even have superfluous decorations, but there were a lot of ...... Excess vitality.

doesn't cry or make trouble, but Anfen always gets into trouble.

The thought of her gives me a headache.

Bo Zeyu stretched out his hand to support his forehead, but an imperceptible smile appeared on his mouth.

"Greetings to the Emperor."

"Welcome to the Queen."

"Welcome to the Queen Mother."

"Greetings to the Prince."

At the top of the mountain, the wind is surging.

The abbot in red Gaza was at the front, followed by a long group of monks.

Everyone owes a salute.

"The master doesn't have to be polite." Emperor Bo Zhao's words were high-spirited, and he spit out the ambition of Lingyun. The heart is ambitious and bold, like a lion descending from the clouds.

"Thank you, Lord Long." After the abbot got up, a group of monks followed.

"Master, this palace is a little tired, take us to the guest room to rest first." Queen Lin, who was already out of breath, mentioned yƬ.

"Please come with me." The abbot paced inside.

Empress Lin followed closely with the Queen Mother.

Emperor Bo Zhao paused.

When Bo Zeyu caught up, his eyes shot at the cold star, and his two eyebrows were like paint and looked at Li Weiran, who was not leaving.

Li Weiran on the side felt bad, and left with a debt.

"What does my father command?" He stood deferentially to the side.

Emperor Bo Zhao leaned sideways, wearing a purple and gold crown with a bundle of hair inlaid on his head, his eyebrows were tied with two dragons grabbing pearls and gold wiping his forehead, wearing a two-color gold hundred butterflies wearing flower red arrow sleeves, tied with colorful silk and flower knots and long spike palace silk, covered with a stone blue flower eight groups of forging row tassel gowns, wearing a blue satin foundation and small court boots, and his speech was clear, "You brought Mu Xiaoxiao here." ā€

Not an interrogative sentence but an affirmative sentence.

Bo Zeyu, who has always been very self-controlled, was a little panicked, "She's here?" He didn't send anyone to call her, Bo Zeyu lowered his eyes and thought that she must have come with her. He closed his eyes in annoyance, this stupid guy couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood.

"I brought it." Bo Zeyu admitted.

Emperor Bo Zhao was in a commanding body, emphasizing, "Don't let anyone find out her identity." ā€

Bo Zeyu hesitated for a second, but still agreed, "Erchen remember." ā€

"Well, then you stay and assign a room." Emperor Bo Zhao believed that he was a smart man, so he no longer cared, and he always adhered to the free-range education method of his son.

"Thank you, Father." After bidding farewell to Emperor Bo Zhao, he stood at the door of the temple and assigned a room.

The local officials who came with him all settled in one by one after a bit of coldness.

Aunt Qiao'er and other grandmothers also have a place.

It's hard to see the lowly reserve personnel.

He saw Mu Xiaoxiao in the crowd at a glance.

Half a head shorter than the average eunuch, she hasn't heard her mouth all the way, and she keeps pointing at the distance, always with a smile on her face, compared to the people next to her, she is always energetic.

When she got closer, she found Bo Zeyu standing at the gate of the temple with a black face.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't smile at all, shrugged her ears and followed, and only stepped forward to ask for peace, "I've seen the prince." ā€

Bo Zeyu didn't look at her, and used her as a line, entering the temple before her, and blocking the door behind her.

Reprimanded, "You are free to wander around, and all of you are left outside, and you are not allowed to enter the temple." ā€

"The prince forgives his sins."

The eunuchs and maids who were left outside knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Although Mu Xiaoxiao was a second late, she still knelt down like everyone else, and she suddenly forgot that her new injury had just healed, and knelt hard.

"Sss The pain made her gasp, and she began to cough violently in her throat, and her face was red after a long time.

The man in the white shirt unconsciously clenched his fists, and the bruises on his face burst out.

The palace maid in the front row for unknown reasons thought that Mu Xiaoxiao had angered the prince.

stood up, rushed up and slapped Mu Xiaoxiao, and reprimanded him harshly, "Be bold, you should listen to the prince's reprimand." ā€

This slap really stunned Mu Xiaoxiao. She forgot to cough.

Big eyes blinked at her red palms.

It was the first time she had been beaten, and she forgot to fight back.

The hot pain on her face reminded her that this was not a dream, "You ......" Mu Xiaoxiao, who had been reacting for a long time, stood up, the pain in her knees swept over, she stumbled, fell forward, and had a big bag on her head.

Revenge fails, and new wounds are added.