Many foreigners detained in Yan'an are now unable to leave the city, and they have nothing to do in the city, so most of them gather in the lobby of the inn to play some innless gambling games during the day.

Yan'an is not as good as the imperial city, and the people do not like those poems as a pastime for vassal elegance, but are more inclined to this kind of down-to-earth entertainment.

And Ye Mutao's appearance really didn't have the majesty of the prince, and everyone didn't dare to make much noise at first, and their true nature was exposed in less than half an hour.

Ye Mutao was worried about his future, and was suddenly frightened by the noise behind him and couldn't hold the teacup in his hand.

It turned out that a game of gambling ended, and most of the people lost to the bottom, and the small half won the spirit.

Ye Mutao has taken Ye Mujing as an example and opponent in everything since he was a child, learned from his gentleness and modesty, never indulged in pleasure, and even sharpened himself to be more solemn and down-to-earth than Ye Mujing......

He had never been able to comprehend the pride that these gamblers were keen on.

But at this moment, the cheerful demeanor of the group of people in front of him was in stark contrast to the plight and pitiful of the sick people I saw a while ago.

He suddenly felt a deep sense of loss, almost envious of these people.

Heartless gamblers can still laugh at such moments, while the people who work all day for firewood, rice, oil and salt are now anxious and distressed for their lives.

Ye Mujing, who has never really made contributions to the court, is famous all over the world, but Ye Mutao, who is proud of his achievements, has been criticized by the courtiers because he is not a "justifiable" prince.

What a grotesque and unjust fate this is......

……

Ye Mu Shen followed Ling Shang all the way to the inn, and saw Ye Mu Tao pondering something with a sad face.

wanted to say a few words of self-consideration, but he was afraid that Ling Shang would hate him like Ye Mujing again, so he finally held back the words.

Jiang Qingyun honestly apologized to Ling Shang and cried uncomfortably on the spot.

Ling Shang's dislike for him only deepened.

Because of the inexplicable reason to be humiliated in the street, splashed with wine, even if he did not want to deal with such an inferior person, it was impossible for him to act lightly as if nothing had happened.

But Jiang Qingyun's face that he was the victim was disgusting.

What Ye Mushen said, Ling Shang remembered every word clearly.

He said that day, "When I kiss someone, all I think about is what you look like." ”

His voice, his intonation, his eyes...... Ling Shang still recalls that he can really feel the pain of his chest being torn with his bare hands.

How could Ling Shang reconcile with Jiang Qingyun?

He never cared much about anything.

It is precisely because of this that he has never been generous to the people and things he cares about.

Ling Shang hated Jiang Qingyun - he never knew what human misery was.

His arrogance comes from ignorance, and his ignorance comes from a smooth sailing life.

……

Along the way, Ye Mushen was trying to break down the ice wall that Ling Shang had built against him.

It would be too torturous for him to say bad things to the protagonist of his nightmares every night.

Later, Ye Mushen simply gave up wrapping around his side, and followed unhurriedly a few steps behind him.

Ye Mutao saw Ling Shang first, as if he had seen a savior.

- Hou Ye has brought down a lot of dissidents for him, although he is unpredictable, he is definitely the force he wants to woo.

Before he had time to say a few words, he saw Ye Mushen behind Ling Shang who was at a loss.

Ye Mutao's expression suddenly became subtle.