Murong Shu stayed for more than a moment before leaving Wenyuan Tower.

After returning to King Rui's mansion, Murong Shu relied on his memory to put down the painting of Wan Qizhi, and took out the white shadow painted that day and unfolded it and put it aside.

Looking at it like this, it is really a little similar, but the prince of Northern Qi should have died three years ago, but does he look alike? It's just a coincidence.

......

After the music class, Murong Jin yawned a little sleepily.

"Why, seeing that Your Highness is not very energetic these days, has it been that he hasn't slept well at night?" Bai Xiying asked.

Murong Jin said: "I am often stunted, and I can't sleep anymore after waking up." ”

As he was talking, he saw Dongxian lightly slam the door outside, "Your Highness, His Royal Highness King Rui has come down." ”

Bai Xiying frowned, and after a while, he saw Murong Shu wearing a thin blue spring shirt, shaking a green folding fan in his hand, and walked in swaggeringly, "Hold back in the house all day, and don't go out to breathe?" ”

"Uncle Rui."

"This king finally has a free time today, Ah Si, do you want to go out for a walk with Uncle Wang......" Before the other word "go" was spoken, he saw the white shadow behind Murong Jin, and immediately collapsed his face, "Why is Bai Gongzi here?" ”

Bai Xiying arched his hand and said: "His Royal Highness King Rui, below is the music teacher of the Fourth Highness." ”

"Huh? This king obviously came at the right time point, could it be that this king miscalculated," Murong thought to himself, "Isn't Ah Jinmo still in class, is this king disturbing you?" ”

"It's staying in the next, and I won't disturb the two highnesses in the next, and I'll leave." And he departed.

Murong Shu looked at Bai Xiying's back, and he was a little annoyed. This person's kind of indifference, and no one in his eyes, is really unpleasant.

But he still smiled and said, "What does Ah Si think this person taught?" ”

Murong Jin nodded: "Mr. Bai is very good. ”

Murong Su was stunned for a moment, then walked over and whispered in Murong Jin's ear: "This surnamed Bai is not a good thing, Ah Si, you don't have to get too close to him, you will be ruined." ”

"......" Murong Jin felt that the two of them must have something to do, "I don't think Mr. Bai is a bad person, did Uncle Rui Wang misunderstand something?" ”

Murong Shu looked at Murong Jin with great distress and sighed, feeling that this child had been led astray, but he still comforted himself: "It's okay, it's okay, you're still young now, and when you're older, you'll understand." ”

Murong Jin nodded as if he didn't understand, "That's what Uncle Wang said." ”

"Little Ah Si, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Where does Uncle Wang want to go?"

"The peach blossoms have bloomed these days, why don't you go to Bihu for a walk?"

"Okay."

There are some peach trees planted sporadically on the edge of Bihu Lake, and the peach blossoms have not yet fallen on the branches, half of them are in full bloom, and half of them are still budding, and it seems that they still owe a spring rain. When the breeze blows, some petals fall to the surface of the lake, lighting up the slightest ripple, which has a different kind of spring beauty.

The Bihu Pavilion falls in the middle of the lake, is a four-corner flying pavilion, with a gauze tent hanging on three sides, and a long verandah on one side. The light yarn floats, and the shadow is sufficient.

Murong Shu leaned on the railing of the Bihu Pavilion, and the light yarn rose with the wind, which was very commensurate with the spring shirt.

Murong Jin looked at the peach blossoms floating not far away in a daze, and only felt like the peach tree that had been blooming for ten years in the palace in the past.

"What is Ah Si thinking?"

Murong Jin turned his head to Murong Shu in a daze, "Uncle Rui sometimes feels ...... Can't help yourself? ”

"I can't help myself," Murong Shu said with a smile, "How can it be?" This king is chic and happy every day, he can go wherever he wants, and no one cares about me, how can I be uncomfortable. ”

Murong Jin only felt that there was an indescribable sourness in these words, and then he thought of the king who burned himself in the room because of rebellion, and a compatriot of King Rui.

"Little Ah Si doesn't feel happy?" Murong Shu bent over and fished out a pool of lake water, feeling a little cold, "When this king was as old as you, he also felt unhappy, and he often thought about how to please anyone, and how not to do wrong things. Later, I slowly stopped thinking about it. Many things are like that when you think about them, and when you don't want them, they are like that. It's better to live one day and live one day, and do whatever you want, even if something happens to you one day, after all, when you are happy, you may be longer than those old kings and eighties in their seventies and eighties. ”

"Uncle Wang's words are also reasonable."

Murong Shu stroked his ink hair and said proudly: "That's nature." ”

The two walked slowly along the edge of the lake, and saw a little girl in pink and a little maid in green walking towards them.

Murong Shu smiled when he saw it, and leaned forward and asked, "Which little girl are you, why is there only one girl following, what about your father?" ”

It was a ruddy, white little girl with beautiful eyebrows. A pair of black jade-like eyes seemed to be covered with a film of water, bright and clear. Moyun-like hair hangs down to the waist, the bun is not complicated, only a hosta and two silk flowers as decorations, a pink skirt and a cloak of the same color, but it seems that the peach blossoms on the side are a little inferior.

The little girl gave a salute, opened her mouth softly, and her voice was clear, "The little girl is the quality of the Western Qin, and recently came to your country, His Majesty said that the palace has not yet been built, so let the little girl live in the palace first." I don't know if it's disturbing the adults? ”

"I see, I said how I had never seen a girl with such a sign before," Murong Shu said with a smile, "This king is King Rui, Your Majesty is my imperial brother, this is this king's imperial nephew, ranked fourth." ”

Liuli owes a debt, "The little girl has seen His Royal Highness King Rui, the fourth prince." ”

"Princess Xueji." Murong Jin bowed his hand slightly. I only feel that this seven-year-old child does not have a trace of cowardice, but it exudes a calmness and calmness that his peers do not have.

"Where is the princess going?"

Liuli replied, "I was about to go back to the palace to rest." ”

"Then the king and Ah Si will not be disturbed, princess, please."

Murong Jin looked back at the small figure, and every step of the step was very steady, without a trace of confusion. But Murong Jin felt that every step in that step was an unspeakable pain.

Such a small child is sent to another country as a proton, what kind of sadness and pain should be in his heart?

"What, you have a crush on someone?"

"Nope."

Murong Shu smiled and patted Murong Jin's shoulder, "It's not a bad thing to know that I feel sorry for the little girl. This stay is also strange and pitiful. ”

"Oh?"

"This Princess Xueji has been named the crown princess since she was a child, but the emperor of Western Qin may not really want her to inherit the throne, otherwise how could he let her come here? When Western Qin reached this year, there was only one prince and one princess left. Now the prince in the West Qin Palace, I'm afraid, is the real candidate for the East Palace. And this Princess Xueji should be just an outcast. ”

Murong Shuyun said lightly, but for some reason, Murong Jin always had some bad feelings in his heart. At that age, you should be like the Sixth Emperor Sister, and you should be carefree. And she was abandoned by her father and went thousands of miles to a strange country, not knowing when she would return.

In this way, he couldn't help but think of his equally poor Fifth Emperor Brother.

......

The two figures, one large and one small, were a little hazy in the faint afterglow, as if they had fallen into the painting. In such a high-walled and deep palace, it seems a little out of place.