When Huantong arrived, An Xiruo was already standing downstairs in the teahouse. Suddenly throwing down the stream, Phantom Tong was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and didn't know what to say.

"In the future, you will take me with you. A man is a hero, stingy. An Xiruo didn't get angry because of this, so he made a joke and didn't mention it again.

"Certainly, we will be male and female in the future." Phantom Tong saw that if An Xi didn't blame, he didn't feel dull anymore.

"Who wants to be a male and female hero with you."

"You, I'll just do it with you."

The two talked and laughed all the way, and the relationship was very harmonious. I've been in Kyoto for a few days, and this is the happiest day for Phantom.

By the time we arrived at the White Tiger Camp, it was getting late, and everyone had almost gone to sleep.

The two crept back to Ding'anju and found a man sitting in the courtyard, carrying a wine jug, leaning on the pillar of the porch.

Phantom Tong motioned for An Xiruo to go back to the house first, and he walked to the man's side, blew the steps, and sat down beside him.

It was none other than Ran Gui, who lost to Phantom Tong during the day.

"I'm drinking alone."

"You don't have to." Looking at Shi Huantong beside him, Ran Gui Baili glanced at it and squeezed towards the pillar, not wanting to get too close to Huantong.

"Don't be ashamed to lose to me."

Ran Gui didn't answer again, and drank to himself.

"I left my parents at the age of six to learn martial arts, and at the age of twelve I went to war. Do you know how cruel the battlefield is, those soldiers who were with me, died right in front of my eyes, but I couldn't do anything about it. ”

Ran Gui snorted lightly, but still didn't speak.

"Situ Hao is my adoptive father, and my biological father doesn't seem to like it very much, otherwise, how could he bear to send me away, who was only six years old."

Phantom Tong looked at Ran Gui and stretched out his hand, "Can you give me a drink?" ”

Ran Gui hesitated for a moment and handed the flask to Phantom Tong. Phantom Tong took a deep breath and continued to tell his story.

"When I was twelve years old on the battlefield, I thought, I must live, I want to live to go to my father and tell him that without him, I can live very well, and I can do great things."

"Tell me what you're doing." Ran Gui has gradually let down his guard against Phantom Tong, and he discovers that Phantom Tong has the same miserable childhood as him.

"Because I think we're alike, you and me."

Ran Gui found that Huantong was very serious, and when he was serious, there was light in his eyes.

"Like? At least you still have the opportunity to live in such an upright way, and I can only be a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouts and beats me everywhere I go. ”

Ran Gui took two more sips of wine, and the wine dripped down his chin, leaving a water mark on his robe.

"If you don't try to resist, how do you know if the outcome will be different."

"Rebellion? How do you know I haven't tried, but it's all in vain. Ran Gui didn't want to talk to Phantom Tong anymore, he stood up, patted his clothes, and prepared to go back.

Phantom Tong stood up and stopped Ran Gui, staring into his eyes.

"There's someone who has already succeeded and wants to help you, aren't you interested?"

Ran Gui looked at Phantom Tong, and his heart was already shaken.

"Anyway, I've failed so many times, and if I try again, it won't be good if I fail."

Phantom Tong found that Ran Gui had already begun to move, so he continued to persuade.

"Well, I'll trust you once."

Ran Gui seemed to have made a lot of determination, and hesitated for a long time before speaking.

The two of them drank all the wine in the jug in front of the moonlight, and then went back to their room.

In the early morning of the next day, Ran Gui got up surprisingly early, except for Huantong, everyone was surprised. Ran Gui changed out of his usual exaggerated costume and only wore a plain robe.

Everyone was surprised by Ran Gui's changes, only Zhao Zhenyu glanced at Phantom Tong, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the person that the fifth prince had taken a fancy to was really good.

Imperial Palace, Huakun Palace.

"What happened to the queen mother calling her sons so early?"

The third prince sat in the Huakun Palace, looking at the queen Nan Suli who was sitting above.

"Li Wanqing, the eldest daughter of Master Li, the secretary of the Ministry of War, was already in time a few days ago."

"For these things, Erchen is not clear."

The third prince, Teng Ziheng, said that he was not clear on his lips, but he knew very clearly in his heart that the queen mother was urging his marriage.

"Wanqing, that girl is good, the queen mother likes it very much, and it is also suitable to be your concubine."

"Erchen understood."

The third prince, as a prince is actually very sad, liking is a luxury thing. Just like today, he had no choice but to accept.

"At the night market last year, Huantong helped Wanqing's sister Wanzhu, and the little girl pestered Wanqing to find someone all over the city. It's a good opportunity for you to help them. ”

"Erchen understands."

The queen looked at the three princes sitting below, and could only say "Erchen understands" all day long, yawned, and felt that chatting with the three princes was really boring.

"Okay, you go back, remember to get things done."

After saying that, he didn't linger anymore, and let the maid around him help him back to the back room.

The third prince sighed, every time it was such a simple conversation, and he didn't like this atmosphere.

"Third prince, you wait."

What came out was the little girl who looked like An Xiruo.

"Zhiruo, I'm here to inquire about your sister again." The third prince is always very confident in treating this little girl.

An Zhiruo lowered her head and let out a soft "um".

"I haven't seen Xiruo for a long time, and when I see her, I'll help you tell her that you miss her."

It was rare for the third prince to smile so gently, but when he mentioned An Xiruo, there was tenderness in his eyes.

"Thank you, Third Prince." An Zhiruo didn't dare to raise her head, but kept twisting her sleeves.

"Let's go back." After speaking, he gently patted An Zhiruo's shoulder, and then left with a smile.

It wasn't until the third prince walked away that An Zhiruo raised her head and looked at the back of the third prince in a daze.

Meditation, lobby on the first floor.

"Shopkeeper, who is the boy who came out of the compartment on the second floor yesterday?" Li Wanzhu sat on a chair in the lobby, a short sword slapping on the table.

"Grass people, grass people really don't know." The shopkeeper stood at the table, his legs trembling a little.

"Your guest, you tell me you don't know, Miss Ben doesn't believe it."

"Wanzhu, don't be embarrassed by the shopkeeper, he may really not know."

The person sitting next to Li Wanzhu, who was older and looked more gentle, had been persuading Li Wanzhu to go home.

"The person Miss Li is looking for, this palace happens to know."

The three princes suddenly appeared, causing the onlookers to fall to their knees, and the two young ladies of the Li family also hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Let's take the two young ladies to see the son, the carriage is outside, let's go."

Li Wanzhu jumped into the carriage without saying a word, and Li Wanqing followed behind to thank the three princes before getting into the carriage with the support of the maid.

"Third prince, what's that son's name?" Li Wanzhu is lively on weekdays, and even the third prince is not afraid.

"Wanzhu, don't be unreasonable." After Li Wanqing reprimanded Li Wanzhu, she turned her head to look at the third prince, "The third prince is not strange, my sister is a little reckless, and I still look at the third prince Haihan." ”

"No problem. That son is the leader of the White Tiger Battalion, Situ Huantong. ”

The third prince had a smile on his face the whole time, not like a fake smile, but it was not so real.

"It's him." Li Wanzhu was so immersed in her own world that she completely forgot that she was in the carriage of the third prince.

Li Wanqing looked at the third prince very apologetically, but the third prince still smiled, comforted Li Wanqing, and silently expressed that he didn't mind.

A humble son, gentle and elegant, Li Wanqing couldn't help but feel happy. I remembered that two days ago, my father had privately asked myself what he thought of the third prince, and my heart rippled.