Changkong watched Bai Yi being eaten tofu by Hou Cong, although he was displeased, he also had a heartfelt eye: "It is said that this monkey has a heart disease, so don't provoke him to go crazy, he can't eat and walk around." He grinned a few times, "get up, open up", and pulled his sluggish sister away from Hou Gongzi.

Under the light, he didn't know if his eyes were red or his sister's cheeks were red.

That night, General Hou Lao responded to his requests, and agreed to Yuwen Changkong to join the escort team on the spot, and also gave him the title of "Captain of the Expeditionary Horse". Yu Wenxing's heart slowly loosened from the initial pain, and he made up his mind to find a solution to the problem in the next few days, and his son told him before leaving - he must not let Bai Yi die.

In the bedroom, Hou Cong was untied by Qingsong's wide clothes, and suddenly remembered something. "What do the people out there say about me?"

Qing Song is not too shrewd to deal with this kind of problem: "You don't care. Isn't it just a big paulownia flower? ”

"It's not this, it's even harder."

"Oh," Qing Song untied his middle coat and opened the knot of the Luo belt carefully. "Say, you, a little, heart disease." His hands began to shake. Hou Cong grabbed Qing Song's hand and let the lake-green belt and moss-green coat fall to the floor.

"Don't be sloppy, do you know and remember outside, Yuwen Baiyi defeated me. I almost forgot about it. Otherwise, why did the emperor choose her to be sent to the prince? ”

Qing Song tried hard to pull out his hand, but he was clenched tighter and tighter, and the smile he squeezed out was more ugly than crying, but he had already thought of an idea, "Eldest Prince, you misunderstood." Who can remember the competition! The emperor knows the girl of the Yuwen family because she is good at kung fu, but she has been guarding you when you are fighting, so you can charge into battle. Besides, that Mo Chang was her prisoner! ”

Hou Cong let go of Qingsong with a "snap" and watched him lower his head to pick up his clothes.

Scene after scene replayed. Guards, shadows of white armor and white armor. I was a little bored, a little evasive, and deliberately didn't look at her more. There were 20 people in the convoy, he knew. But just tired of her, avoiding her. Now that I think about it, the others are still a blur, but she is so clear - she seems to have returned to the battlefield, standing in the same position, slightly uncontrolling, her eyes drifting to the place where she shouldn't be - she.

It turned out that at that time, I recognized her.

At this time, Qingsong had already folded Hou Cong's middle clothes, and his mouth was verbose: "Eldest son, you have a lot of things, and it is common for you to have a bad memory." When you were a child, you had a year or two of hard work, and every day you said that the next time you saw that dead girl, you would kill her with your own hands. What happened next? I haven't done it all the time, have I? Qingsong seemed to think that this was funny, hehe, he was happy, and sent the order outside, and when the hot water was ready, he brought it in, and then helped the master to soak in the bathtub.

Hou Cong was upset and wanted to take a bath by himself. As soon as Qingsong went out and stood up, he heard the master cry like seeing a ghost, and hurriedly came back. He didn't know that Hou Cong had just started to pick up the soup and slide it over his arm, when he remembered the arm of the white clothes he had held at night, and shivered in the hot water.

"It's scary." Hou Cong said four words. Qing Song sighed, and secretly told himself to remember to put on a calming incense tonight.

Even so, Hou Cong still had insomnia for a while, he couldn't understand himself, he couldn't understand the white clothes, and occasionally he thought of the monkey in the sky. Suddenly, he found himself clinging to the puppet doll and threw her to the foot of the bed as if her heart was being known. After all, he couldn't sleep without her, and after a quarter of an hour, he listened to the sound of the watch outside, and hugged him back.

"Little Baiyi, you are one, a little Baiyi." He looked at the doll and said. "The next time I see Da Baiyi, I'll ......"

He fell asleep. But Qingsong stayed up until dawn tonight. He was genuinely worried about his master, and he was worried about himself. Early in the morning, he and his father, Old Man Huang, came in to serve the master to freshen up, and heard Hou Cong ask again: "You say, will that white clothes look down on me?" For example, the emperor specially selected her to join the team, she must think that her ability to perform the same task surpasses me, right? ”

Old man Huang pretended not to hear. Qing Song could only start making it up blindly, "Master, although the little one doesn't understand, but since it is appointed by the emperor, this task must be very dangerous." Maybe I'm going to die. All the women of Datong are hungry for your body, and they are not willing to let you die-"

Qingsong originally wanted to say, so "I have to send someone else, such as Bai Yi," but he didn't expect Hou Cong to answer by himself: "So Bai Yi is not willing to give me, right?" ”

Old Man Huang and Qing Song looked at the face of the eldest prince together, and found that Hou Cong's eyes showed a cold light, and the corner of his left mouth was raised, forming an evil and crazy beautiful and terrifying smile.

Qingsong hurriedly agreed: "You, you can be happy." ”

With this joy, Hou Cong began to form a team. At about the same time, the emperor's will came again, and Xuan Hou Cong and other escorts entered the palace with Mo Chang.

In the thin weather of spring clothes, the white clothes only used a plain silver hairpin, pulled a men's bun, put on a light blue straight skirt made in the old year, accompanied by his brother, did not go to the Hou Mansion, and waited directly outside the palace. In the steep wind, the branches and leaves tell the kind of uncertainty that is warm and cold at first, and the white clothes look into the distance, and the four eunuchs hurriedly come over carrying a small white sedan chair. She and her brother glanced at each other and saw clearly that this battle was sent by the palace to pick up Mo Chang. The small sedan chair stopped far away from the palace gate, and Mo Chang, who was dressed in a white dragon robe, stepped out from the open curtain. bowed slightly, thanked the little eunuchs who carried the sedan chair, and their every move was calm and polite.

Mo Chang walked towards the palace gate, and a storm suddenly blew on the tip of his heart—the woman who was thinking about it was looking at him with both eyes, and walked quickly and eagerly. It's been a year, and she didn't even dream of herself, she really existed in this world. The little eunuch looked at his eyes and introduced in a low voice: "Your Highness, that is the girl in white who is Yuwen, and she is also the person in the team who escorted you back to the south." Today, the emperor summoned them together. Her father is the general of Zuo Tunwei. ”

Mo Chang and Bai Yi walked in front of each other and soon came to each other. The thousand words that Bai Yi nested in her chest suddenly dissipated - she couldn't say anything, she couldn't say, "Your Highness, I am the granddaughter of the Bai Shen family, I am your subject, and my family is full of grievances when they die." You can't say, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I caused you to get to this point." ”

Because of this, Bai Yi remembered what his brother told him, and often smiled when he saw strangers. Her eyes were full of horizontal waves, meek and respectful lowered, and her delicate, dark pink lips were clumsily bent upward, deeply blessed, but she was pulled by Mo Chang.

"Defeated Mo Chang, I've seen Miss Yuwen."

After Mo Chang finished speaking, he let go of Bai Yi's arm. "In the past year, I have never inquired about the identity and whereabouts of the girl, and I have never repaid the kindness of not killing."

Changkong, who was watching the excitement next to him, pouted, "What you say is better than what you sing, you must hate my sister to death, hum!" ”

When Mo Chang heard this, he actually smiled, it was a truly noble and elegant smile, only kindness and tolerance, without a trace of human dust. Changkong thought to himself, "Could this be that he has been locked up for a year and fasted and recited Buddha to become a Bodhisattva." I was embarrassed to say anything more, just towards my side, pulled my sister, and was thinking about what to say, when I saw a group of people with high heads, Murong Xing headed, Yuan and Dugu were behind the main hall, and in the middle of the place, Hou Cong was dressed in autumn-colored old clothes, like flowers, delicate and glamorous towards the palace gate, with the spring breeze, opened over.

Bai Yi lowered his head, and as a subordinate, he stepped aside to greet him. Changkong is doing the same, ready to cheer up and make a little stumbling in front of the emperor, and now he is just pretending to be well-behaved and let Hou Cong relax his vigilance.

Hou Cong returned to the prototype of cold arrogance, dismounted handsomely, strode over, said hello to Mo Chang, didn't look at Changkong and Baiyi, and Murong Xing and others around him showed their waist cards together, and swaggered into the palace.

"What the hell! You know how to be handsome! Dead monkeys! Changkong pulled the white clothes and hurriedly followed. He couldn't have imagined that Hou Cong had confirmed that he had grown a back eye all the way, and he could lock the position of the white clothes at any time, and he even listened to and calculated clearly when the white clothes' feet stepped on the stone, "My light skills must have improved." Hou Cong thought proudly.

The escort sent back to the prince entered the place where the Emperor of Guixiang Hall usually received important ministers, knelt down with a brush, and asked Emperor Liguo for peace. The emperor gave Mo Chang a seat, and looked at his courtiers with a smile, he made up his mind to beat everyone today. The first sentence was unexpected, "Are you white?" ”

Hearing the call, Bai Yi took a step forward, bowed again, and then stood quietly to listen to the holy will. The emperor was silent for a while, and suddenly turned to Mo Chang's seat: "Your Highness has suffered in our country. Of course, I'm just busy with official business, and I don't really don't care about His Highness. I heard that in the past year, His Highness has repeatedly asked people who is the woman who captured you? Today, it can be regarded as a reunion. ”

Not only Mo Chang, but everyone in the group understood that the emperor meant: I know what you do, what you say, and what you think.

Mo Chang grew up watching this kind of battle, and he responded with a smile that seemed sincere and respectful, "Exactly, the minister will never forget Miss Yuwen at first sight." ”

"Hahahahaha," the emperor was really amused, "It's so unforgettable at first sight, it won't be someone who likes someone!" ”

"What?" These two words rang out in the main hall.

The person who spoke turned out to be Hou Cong, who should have been quiet at the moment.