The Dawang Mansion is located in Luoyang Street, the quietest place in Jing'an City, although the mansion is large, but people speak coldly, just like Song Moting's quiet and cold temperament.

The distance from Rongyuan to Dawangfu is like one in the south and one in the north, separated by more than a dozen streets in the middle.

Just when Rong Jiu was so bored that he almost fell asleep, the carriage stopped babbling.

"Princess, it's here." Moninshu's voice came from outside the car.

"It's finally here! I'm almost asleep. Rong Jiu stretched his waist and tidied up his clothes a little, "Ah Mu, take a quick look at whether my hair bun is messy." ”

"No, the princess is very beautiful today!" Amu said with a grin.

"You're the best at sycophancy! Alright, alright, help me down. Rong Jiu smiled like a flower.

The voices of the two were not loud, but Mo Ningshu, who was waiting outside the car, could hear it clearly, and his mood was a little noisy at the moment, but he couldn't figure out why he was like this.

After getting out of the carriage, Rong Jiu asked Mo Ningshu to wait by the carriage, and he took Ah Mu Xing towards the gate of the mansion.

She didn't want to go in with that big light bulb from Moninshu!

At this moment, the gate of the palace was closed, and there were only two people guarding outside the door, and when they saw Rong Jiu and Amu coming forward, they stopped without hesitation.

"Who are you, and is the Great King's Mansion a place where you can come?"

"Brother Guard, that's the case, we're here to find the eldest prince, can you let us in?" Rong Jiu asked with a smile.

"Presumptuous, how can you see the prince if you want to? If you know each other, go away, or don't blame us for being polite! ”

The two guards looked up and down, and saw that Rong Jiu was dressed extraordinarily and had a maidservant, thinking that Rong Jiu was just a daughter who admired her master, and she felt a little disdainful in her heart.

After all, this is not the first delay, can you afford it? Amu couldn't help but scold, "Just two guards, dare to stop my princess?" Don't want to live anymore? ”

"This ...... The subordinates don't know. I also hope that the five princesses will forgive their sins! When they heard this, they hurriedly knelt down.

The five princesses of Xining had heard of it, but they didn't know that it was the girl in front of them, and they were a little scared now.

"Forget it, Princess Ben doesn't remember villains, just let me in." Rong Jiu waved his hand, he didn't expect his name to be so useful, or Amu was amazing!

"Your Royal Highness the princess, the prince of our family is not in the mansion at the moment."

"What?"

Rong Jiuyi was about to explode when he heard it, isn't it, don't bring such a trick!

"Do you know where he went?"

Rong Jiu was still a little unwilling.

"Qian'an Temple on Mulong Mountain outside the city."

Qian'an Temple? Flowers and trees, pleasant environment, just right for a date!

"Thank you!"

Rong Jiu was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly pulled Amu away.

At this time, in the Qian'an Temple, Song Moting was playing chess with the abbot in the pavilion.

The chessboard is black and white, black is ready to go, but white is at the end of the road.

Song Moting held the white chess pieces between his fingers, and he couldn't make a move, and his good-looking brows furrowed slightly.

"In this game, this king lost again."

"Hahaha, the prince is not in a state today, I think he has encountered a lot of troubles recently! According to the old man, the discussion ends here. The abbot stroked his beard, which had already turned gray, and said with a smile.

"The master is really clever, and this king has indeed encountered some headaches recently." Song Moting put down the chess pieces in his hand, stood up, and his eyes stopped at the lotus pond outside the pavilion.

"What can bother the prince must be that incident again!" The abbot stood beside Song Moting, his gaze followed him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Well, my father told the king again this morning."

"The prince still insists?"

"What this king cares about has never been those things, he is used to being comfortable, so he just wants to be quiet all the time. But this time, the father gave the king another problem. Song Moting raised his head, looked at the clouds in the sky, and recalled the conversation between Song Mian and him in his mind.

……

"Father and Emperor Xuan'er enter the palace early in the morning, won't it be for the son to watch his father tease the birds, right?" Song Moting looked at Song Mian, who had been standing in front of the window teasing the birds, and felt a little impatient in his heart.

Song Mian paused when he heard this, and then sighed, as if he didn't know where to start.

"If my father doesn't say anything more, my son will retire." Song Moting said and stood up.

"Ting'er has grown up, and there is no longer my father in his eyes, alas, my father can't find you to accompany you for a while?"

"My father wants to find someone to talk to, so I directly announced that the third brother entered the palace." Song Moting said coldly.

"Actually, I came to you this time to ......"

"If it's still that thing, my father doesn't have to say it anymore, and my son doesn't agree."

Before Song Mian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Moting, and he didn't know how to answer for a while. As a king, he has never been like this, and only in front of his son, he will be so scared that he has nothing to say every time.

"Ting'er, you know that your father is doing this for your good, and this is also your mother's wish." Song Mian walked to Song Moting's side in two or three steps and continued to persuade.

"The Queen's wish? Hehe, I'm afraid this is the wish of my father and third brother, right? Song Moting turned his face slightly, and looked at Song Mian's eyes, and there was a thin coldness in his deep eyes, "From childhood to adulthood, as long as it is something that the third brother is reluctant to do, it will be done by me, father, have you ever thought about my feelings?" What I like, what I hate, do you know these fathers? ”

"This ......" Song Mian was speechless for a while, he did lack some love for his son, but it was all for his future.

"Well, that's it, since you are reluctant, I will not say more, but there is one condition, if you agree, then I promise not to force you in the future."

"What?"

"As long as you promise me to marry the fifth princess of Xining, I promise that no matter what you do in the future, I will not restrain you again." Song Mian said.

"What if I don't want to?" Song Moting's heart was full of fire.

Why should Song Moci let him do what he doesn't want to do?

"You must know that being in the royal family, this is a responsibility that you have to bear, whether it is the former or the latter, you will not be able to escape it in your life." Song Mian's tone became a little tough.

"Responsibility? Hehe, what about Song Moci? He is also a prince, since he was a child, what responsibilities has he shouldered? Song Moting sneered.

"Ci'er is his younger brother, and you are the elder brother, so ......" Song Mian paused, and his tone softened again, "You go back and think about my words today, remember, you only have one choice." ”

The thought was broken, Song Moting closed his eyes, and the abbot also withdrew his gaze from a distance, turned his head slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "So, Lord Wang, your choice is ......"

"This king never chooses." After a while, Song Moting answered.

"Hahaha." The abbot smiled and shook his head, he was not too surprised by this answer.

Qian'an Temple is located halfway up Mulong Mountain, with excellent feng shui, surrounded by lush bamboo forests, and there is only one road from the bottom of the mountain to the temple, which is a long staircase.

Therefore, it is annoying to come to Qian'an Temple to pray for blessings, and after taking a carriage to the bottom of the mountain, you must go up on foot.

Even so, there is still an endless stream of people who come to Qian'an Temple to pray for blessings, after all, the prayers here are still relatively effective.

Rong Jiu looked at this long staircase with no end in sight, she wanted to cry but couldn't cry, she hadn't exercised since she crossed over, she either took a sedan chair or rode a horse when she went out, but she hadn't climbed such a long staircase!

Who designed this Nima? Get out of here, I want to talk to you about life!

Rong Jiu thought angrily as he climbed up.

By the time she finally climbed up, she had lost half her life.

Qian'an Temple is very large, there is a lot of traffic, Rong Jiu asked several monks, only to ask where Song Moting is, as soon as he thought of being able to see his male god soon, Rong Jiu's exhaustion was suddenly forgotten, and he was covered with chicken blood.

However, someone is not so happy......

"Why are you here?"

Song Moting rubbed her temples that jumped suddenly, this dead girl is really ghostly, how to go there and meet her.

"I'm here for you!" Rong Jiu replied with a smile.

"Huh?" Song Moting's eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'm here to return the prince's clothes." Rong Jiu said, handing the folded clothes to Song Moting, the corners of his mouth curled high, as if he was waiting for a child to invite merit.

"It's just one piece of clothing, this king has a lot of it, just throw it away, so why bother the princess to send it over in person. Besides, this king never uses anything that no one else touches. ”

However, Song Moting didn't even look at it, and threw his clothes aside.

"You ......" Rong Jiu obviously didn't expect this result, and couldn't react for a while, so he had to widen his eyes and his face was full of disbelief.

"The princess should go back as soon as possible, Jing'an City has not been peaceful recently, so it's better not to run around."

After Song Moting finished speaking, he left without looking back, leaving only Rong Jiu with a bewildered face.

As soon as he took a few steps, Song Moting regretted it, his words were indeed a little heavier, after all, people just returned their own things, but he poured his anger on her, but despite this, he couldn't pull his face and turn around to apologize.

"Princess, are you alright?"

Amu looked at Rong Jiu, who was glazed over, and asked anxiously.

"Amu, do you say he dislikes me, this, this good clothes, just throw it away, I'm still busy all night, woo woo ......"

"The eldest prince has always been like this, he is cold to everyone, princess, don't be sad, the eldest prince doesn't like you, and others."

"But... I've got my eye on him. Rong Jiu pouted faintly, picked up the clothes on the ground, and patted the dust on them carefully, "Maybe he's just not in a good mood today, I'll pay him back next time." ”

When Rong Jiu followed Amu to the bottom of the mountain, the sun was about to set, and Mo Ningshu was still standing by and waiting.

Rong Jiu said that he had dried his tongue before he honestly waited at the bottom of the mountain, who knew that the result was still in vain.

Mo Ningshu looked at Rong Jiu drooping his head, looking listless, just like a flower, he faintly guessed the result in his heart, and somehow, he was relieved.