【Chapter 31】Loneliness

"Xiao Rang, Xiao Rang!" The Seventh Prince frowned, and swept his fierce gaze to the person who hurriedly ran in with dissatisfaction, "The enemy is now, where did you go?" I'll kill you if you miss the military plane! ”

Xiao Rang, who rushed to the front of the Seventh Prince in a few steps, shrank his head in fright, obediently, why is the prince so angry today, is he having trouble with Miss Murong? Maybe others don't know that since the woman left, the relationship between Miss Murong and the Seventh Prince has always been very delicate, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as if it is a separation. As one of the few people in his entourage who knew about his relationship with Murong Yan, Xiao Rang certainly knew that the best option for the Seventh Prince to be silent when he was in a bad mood. But as a playmate who has been by the prince's side since he was a child, a trusted confidant and friend, Xiao Rang can't watch the person in front of him who has been deeply involved in the struggle for imperial power sink down, maybe no one can heal the deep wound in his heart now, but, if possible, he doesn't want to see these two people who should be together get hurt again, even if they are all lying to themselves, even if they are not willing to admit that they are lying to themselves. No matter how sad it is, as long as there is someone around him who loves him deeply, it is also happy.

Xiao Rang looked at the warm teacup on the desk, and was secretly surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect that the seemingly weak woman was also hidden, needless to say, her whereabouts were weird, even when she left just now, she couldn't catch up with herself, and Xiao Rang, who was inconvenient to break it, asked knowingly, "What about Miss Murong?" ”

The Seventh Prince looked at him deeply, but said lightly as if he didn't know anything, "She's gone." Xiao Rang pretended to be stunned for a moment, "Gone?" Why? The Seventh Prince swept a smile across his face with a look of consternation: "She said she had something to do, so she left first-with your kung fu, you should know that she is already gone, right?" Xiao Rang, who was exposed, smiled apologetically embarrassedly, his expression suddenly became a little weird, he tiptoed behind the Seventh Prince who was lying in front of the huge military map, and showed a knowing smile, "Maybe someone is doing something to others, that's why Miss Murong will say goodbye..."

Before the smile on his face faded, Xiao Rang was punched upside down and flew out, the handsome face of the Seventh Prince suddenly distorted, and instantly became extremely hideous, he pulled up Xiao Rang's battle armor, "Dare to say a word again, I will kill you!" ”

Xiao Rang smiled faintly, "Your Highness wants my head, and I will give it with both hands, anyway, this life was originally reserved for His Highness." It's just that I don't want to see His Highness hurt Fuwan again and again, and I don't want to see His Highness distracted by his children's private affairs in front of the enemy! You are the military god of the Great Zhou, and you are the best candidate to inherit the throne. Now hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the border are watching you, tens of millions of people are waiting for you to end this war, all states are looking forward to your triumphant news, and your brothers are staring at your every move, eager to put their ears in your heart to listen to and grasp your handle! But you didn't move, and you even threw the tiger talisman aside without looking at it. Although I, as a subordinate, shouldn't say so much, but if you are still so stubborn, we will not be blind even if I am killed by the subordinates! I don't think even Miss Fleur wants to see you like that. ”

The Seventh Prince looked at the wide-eyed man in front of him in a daze, as if he had suddenly woken up from a dream, but with indelible pain. It's been a long time, I haven't heard this name that should have been on my lips all the time, the scene by the mirror lake is like yesterday, and the voice of Yiren still echoes clearly in my ears, but I can never see each other again in this life. The Seventh Prince closed his eyes, and a tear that flowed out of nowhere slowly passed from his emaciated cheeks, dripped onto the cold armor, and quickly disappeared.

The hand slowly let go, as if I heard the gentle voice whispering in my ear again: "Fang Xin is hard, recruiting people; The prince laughed, and the concubine cried. The monarch is the commander-in-chief, and he should know that the soldiers are a disaster without vain, and the battle for victory and defeat is just a passing cloud and is fleeting. Since ancient times, after the dust has been collected, it is a woman who has rolled tears, thousands of miles of white bones, and there is no more people's happy land, hoping that the king will be sympathetic to the common people and have great righteousness, so as not to let the wars break out frequently, causing the people to suffer. May the king's soldiers sweep away the injustice of the world, and the concubines will also chant the scriptures every time and pray for the blessings of the common people in the world..."

It's just that this voice that has not been heard for a long time is so clear at this time, people can't help but break their hearts and intestines, and tears splash green shirts.

Xiao Rang was surprised to find that the ruthless and noble prince in the eyes of everyone was just a sad person who had lost his soul at the moment. He tried to be indifferent, silently watching the person in front of him wipe away the pale tears on his face with the corner of his clothes, as well as the precious tenderness.

"Your Highness..." A herald carrying a bright yellow flag knelt down in front of the big tent, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Xiao Rang. The sweaty herald muttered and quirmed his chapped lips as he looked at the man standing in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"Let him in," the calm voice of the Seventh Prince came out of the tent, and when he turned around again, he was already the prince who had been feared by countless soldiers, and only Xiao Rang noticed the faint sadness that inadvertently revealed on his knife-cut stone-carved face.

"Yes." The hoarse voice of the herald soldier whose face was burned by the flame echoed in the empty tent, "The Holy Lord has issued an edict to order His Highness to immediately engage the Hui soldiers to relieve the urgency of the border plug!" ”

"Solve the urgency of the side plug?" The Seventh Prince smiled lightly, as if asking the person who knelt on the ground, and as if asking himself, "What is the urgency of the side plug..."

The herald who had just handed over the Longxi post guards in the palace looked indifferently at the white-clothed person in front of him, "As long as Your Highness knows who the white clothes on your body are wearing, you will naturally understand!" ”

Xiao Rang's face was cold, and he didn't move, and a long sword silently rested on the neck of the person who raised his head.

"Stop!" The Seventh Prince smiled at the herald who still didn't change his face under the sharp blade, and asked casually, "Where is your home?" ”

The herald on his neck had been cut by a sharp cold blade and smiled indifferently, "Half a year ago, I didn't have a home. The King of Wei was defeated, and more than a dozen large towns in Biansai were slaughtered countless by the Hui people, and I jumped into the dung pit to survive. I thought that His Royal Highness would command the army to smash the Yellow Dragon and avenge hundreds of thousands of unjust souls, but I didn't expect to see the wrong person! ”

"Bold!" Xiao raised his sword eyebrows and shouted loudly. If it weren't for the order of the Seventh Prince just now, he would have killed this disrespectful personality on the spot.

On the contrary, the Seventh Prince waved his hand indifferently, and said to the person who was bent on death: "The army is about to start, and the Chinese army is still lacking a vanguard, are you willing?" ”

The herald was stunned for a moment, staring at the jade-belted plain-robed man in front of him, and only after a long time did he slowly lower his head, his voice hoarse, "Even if you die, you will not give up!" ”

The Seventh Prince drew his sword from his waist and stuck it in front of the herald, no longer looking at him, "Live—this is an order for you." ”

When the black and thin man raised his head again, the Seventh Prince had already strode out of the camp.