He tried his best to block it, regardless of the image of the prince, his clothes were thin, and his hair was scattered, and he knelt in front of the palace of the concubine for three days, and the palace was alarmed, and finally even the emperor knew. Concubine Xian was worried that this matter would affect his position as the crown prince, so she actually pressed it down, and in this way, Xiaoshuang became the prince's concubine.

Regarding the affection between the two, he likes Xiaoshuang, and thinks that she is sad and lovely, gorgeous and unparalleled, and treats herself gently, which is different from those servant girls who are submissive. She never asked for his promise, but her eyes were excellent, and as long as he frowned slightly, he wouldn't spill. It's just that he never let her serve the bed, firstly, to protect Xiaoshuang to eliminate the vigilance of his mother, and secondly, Xiaoshuang still has a grudge against his heart for medicine. These are the thoughts that he never revealed.

"How so?" The prince looked at the gentle and graceful Xiaoshuang and comforted him gently.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid that the crown princess won't be able to tolerate me in the future. Can you promise me that you will always protect me? Xiaoshuang prayed again, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Hmm. Then let you be the crown princess. Don't talk about that. Take a break. Shen Mushi chuckled and rubbed Xiaoshuang's hair.

Xiaoshuang was willing to fight for herself when she saw Shen Mushi, her expression turned to joy, and she hugged Shen Mushi and fell asleep with her clothes.

The heavy curtain is warm, the room is warm, Xiaoshuang is still asleep, and Shen Mushi has woken up. The hand looked at Xiaoshuang's sleeping face, her eyebrows were like a distant dai, and her cheeks were red, looking beautiful and lovely, innocent and delicate, except for the occasional deliberate temptation, now under the morning light, there is no wisp of dissipation.

But in a quarter of an hour, Shen Mushi had already walked out of the Xian Shuang Pavilion.

He washed away the fragrance from Xiaoshuang's body, and the boat passed without a trace. He also ordered someone to wait for him to change into a clean azure coat, and tied a white gold embroidered bird's finch belt and a silk curly line to hang a dark green and transparent jade at his waist. Then he pulled the long hair with a streamer like ink satin on his back, put on the prince's golden crown, and smoked his body with mint, the whole person looked clean and clear, with bright eyes, thin lips and red lips, which looked elegant and dusty in the morning light.

There is still mist in the morning, breathe inhaled, and a wisp of cold air rushes into the lungs, refreshing and refreshing. At the beginning of every day, he got up in the morning to practice martial arts, and yesterday he missed the hour when he talked to the third watch, so he could only skip the morning exercise today, and changed into court clothes and walked to the palace.

The council hall is located on the northeast side, about a quarter of an hour's walk away. Along the way, pass through the brocade garden, the brocade garden rockery strange stones, the flowers are clustered, the forest spring haze, the Xuan Pavilion is sparse and scattered, under the morning mist, it is like a blurred illusion.

Shen Mushi walked around the corner and passed through a champs, and in the morning mist, he faintly saw a snow-white figure of Nana, faintly appearing in the fog. I thought to myself who got up so early, turned the corner with my footsteps, and disappeared into the Champs. It's about the palace people waking up in the morning and preparing to sprinkle and sweep......

It's not worth caring about.

Shen Mushi walked forward quickly.

Who knows, turning the rockery, suddenly a white shadow burst out and crashed into his arms.

"Your Highness, be careful!" The little eunuch who followed behind was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to stabilize His Royal Highness the Prince, but it was too late.

Shen Mushi leaned back and sat on the ground.

The fog on the ground was even worse, and he couldn't see what he had hit him. Just as he was about to push away the thing in his arms, the white shadow in his arms squirmed, and a pair of cold little hands were attached to his chamber, and he could still feel the cold temperature through his coat.