Since Murong Jin fell into the water, he said that he had been sick for more than half a month, and he had not been to the school palace for half a month, but there were really some things that were not as good as before.

As soon as Murong Jin stepped into the school hall on this day, he noticed a strange atmosphere. There are those who ask for warmth, and there are those who are silent but secretly watching.

"Fourth brother is feeling better?" Murong Li asked with a smile.

"The eldest brother of Emperor Lao is worried, and the younger brother is already very good." Murong Jin said.

"That's good," Murong Li seemed to deliberately glance at the person beside him, "A few days ago, the prince of the world asked the palace about you, since it is okay, it is naturally the best." ”

Nangong Qi on the side did not make an opinion, and still silently read the book.

Murong Li sat Nangong Qi on his side, and Murong Jin saw it as soon as he entered the door, but he didn't want to say more. Now that Murong Li mentioned it like this, he felt quite a bit of a show-off.

Murong Jin looked at Nangong Qi just now, lowered his head slightly, and his tone couldn't hear the warmth and coldness, "Then thank you for your concern." ”

Nangong Qi's hand turned the page slightly, got up and saluted, but he didn't speak.

Murong Jin didn't say anything more, and went straight to his seat and sat down. There was no one in front of the bookcase on his side, and his mood was much more relaxed, and he didn't feel like he was sitting on a wooden stake beside him as before.

Murong Yan, who was across the aisle, lightly knocked on the desk, and Murong Jin turned his head sideways when he heard the sound. Murong Yan crumpled up a familiar xuan that had already been written, looked at Murong Jin with concern for a moment, and said nothing more.

Murong Jin picked up the paper ball that rolled off the mat and gently unfolded it. The above content says about three points -

First, Murong Yan didn't have time to visit him, and he felt very guilty;

Second, Murong Jin has been sick for so long, and he has not sent anyone to carry a letter, saying good or bad, and some blame;

Third, Murong Li's original attendant Shen Gongzi was entangled in a bad disease, and gradually became friendly with Nangong Qi, so he asked his father to ask Nangong Qi to be his attendant.

Murong Jin glanced at Murong Yan, who was immersed in his book, smiled and smoothed out the paper ball, and neatly folded it into a small square of paper and put it in his sleeve. I began to review the lessons I had owe in the past six months.

After class, Murong Yan leaned over and said softly while Murong Jin was still packing up his books: "Ah Jin, my mother told me to go back to her palace soon, and I won't be able to accompany you these days...... There was some guilt in his tone, and he seemed to be quite helpless.

Murong Jin smiled: "It's okay, third brother go quickly, don't let Concubine Lan wait in a hurry." ”

"Well, I'll take the time to see you." pulled Ji Ming and hurried away.

After Murong Jin cleaned up, he was the only one in the entire school. When Murong Jin stepped out of the door, he looked back at the empty school, and suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart, but it was not long in existence, and it was extinguished in an instant.

Dong Xian was the only one left outside the door, and he put the cloak that had been prepared on Murong Jin's shoulders.

Although it was already late spring, Murong Jin was still a little chilly. It's just that Murong Jin took off his cloak, put it on his left arm, and handed a stack of scrolls to Dongxian to hold.

Dongxian: "Your Highness? ”

Murong Jin waved his hand and walked ahead alone. Dongxian also knew that the master had a little concern, so he didn't follow closely, and only dotted it within three or five steps.

Murong Jin wrapped his hands under the cloak, although his body was a little cold, his hands were indeed warm. Murong Jin knew that his current situation was better than having little contact with others. Whether it is Concubine Lan or Nangong Qi, they all understand this principle. So one chose to be close to Murong Li, and the other had to tie his beloved son to his side.

Passing by the garden, Murong Jin suddenly thought that the begonias were about to bloom, and stopped outside the garden for a long time but did not go in, and finally left.

In the Xun Garden, Bai Xiying was looking at a pool of carp in a daze.

"Bai Gongzi feeds the fish here?" Murong Shu grabbed some fish food from a celadon bowl and sprinkled it into the pond, and those koi of various colors felt the movement on the surface of the lake, and immediately rushed up, grabbing the small amount of fish food.

“......”

Seeing that Bai Xiying was silent, Murong Shu said to himself: "I think those minions didn't come to feed them today, so these little guys are hungry." ”

Bai Xiying looked at the "little guy" with round bellies, and said lightly: "Your Highness, let's eat less." ”

Murong Shu turned his head to look at Bai Xiying, and said with a smile: "What Gongzi said is true." So he got up and laid the celadon bowl on the smooth-ground stone beside him.

"If Your Highness has nothing else to do, you will retire first." I'm leaving.

As soon as Bai Xiying walked past Murong Shu's side, he felt that something was hanging on his sleeve.

Murong Shu tugged at one of the corners of Bai Xiying's sleeve, "This king does have something to ask Gongzi for advice. ”

Bai Xiying turned around, "Your Highness, please speak." ”

"Have you ever met this king and you before? Not last time, it was a long time ago, ten years ago, did we meet? ”

Bai Xiying pulled out his sleeves, still half of the silver frost, and his eyes were traceless, "Never." ”

"Really?"

"How dare you deceive Your Highness?"

Murong Shu stepped forward and stared at Bai Xiying's eyes, "Look at this king, say it again." ”

Bai Xiying also looked directly at Murong Shu, his gaze did not dodge in the slightest, "Below, I have never seen His Royal Highness King Rui." ”

Murong Shu's voice trembled, and he asked again, "You really haven't seen this king?" ”

"Seriously."

"Well, it's the king who is abrupt. It's just that Gongzi is really very similar, an old man of this king. ”

"Oh? Such a coincidence," Bai Xiying smiled, "Master Sler-sa also said that he is very similar to an old man of his old man, but I don't know that the old man in the mouth of the two is the same person?" ”

Murong Shu shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be the same person, but the old person I said, he may not remember me," said and looked at Bai Xiying, "I've always been curious, why does Gongzi wear this mask?" ”

"There are some things that Your Highness shouldn't be curious about."

Murong Shu didn't speak, just looked at the half of the mask and was distracted. Murong Shu took two steps forward, the placket of his clothes was close to the tip of the white shadow's hair, and one hand trembled and stretched out to the mask.

When his fingertips were less than half an inch away from the mask, Bai Xiying took a half step back and placed the sleeve knife that had already been drawn across Murong Shu's neck.

The cold front is unsheathed, and the blade is cold. Murong Shu felt a chill on his neck, and was a little shocked, but he didn't mean to flinch, but instead stretched it out, letting the white skin and flesh just stick to the thin blade, "I heard that the blade of the sword used by the cool person is also cold, I don't know if it's true." Is Childe going to kill this king? Then the king was even more curious. As he spoke, he raised his hand and wanted to take off the mask without fear of death.

Bai Xiying's hand was very steady, his wrists and fingers did not shake or tremble, and his tone was a little frivolous, "I said that there are some things that Your Highness should not be curious about. ”

Murong Shu didn't stop, almost the moment his fingertips touched the cold mask, Bai Xiying blurred the expression on his face, and his elbow was close to the horizontal.

Murong Shu felt a murderous aura slash through his neck like a condensed blade, and then he didn't wait for a sharp pain, and he lost consciousness for a while.

Bai Xiying gently rubbed the blade of the knife with his fingertips, and then said, "Is the sword used by a cool person also cold?" Then the knife is still thicker. ”