The words made the Lord Mu fall silent.

After a while, he looked at Yuan Cheng: "If those twins are still alive, they should be as old as you." ”

"My nephew was puzzled," Yuan Cheng saw that his face was pale and terrible, so he stepped forward and poured him a cup of hot tea, "When my aunt died in childbirth, why didn't my uncle marry the princess all these years?" It would be great if you could have more children, so that you would not be left alone. ”

Prince Mu was silent again.

He lowered his eyebrows, as if he remembered some old man and couldn't help himself.

Seeing him like this, Yuan Cheng said softly: "There are 3,000 beauties in my nephew's East Palace, and they are stained with rain and dew every night, and I never know what a deep love is, so I live a chic and carefree life." It is precisely because of his uncle's love that he has become seriously ill in lovesickness over the years. It can be seen that love is the most important thing. ”

Mu Wang Ye was amused by his remarks.

He stroked Yuan Cheng's shoulders and said seriously: "Love is not something that you want not to be contaminated, so you will not be contaminated." It is like moonlight, like spring rain, a little inadvertently, it falls in your heart, once it takes root, unless it is stripped away with the heart, it will not be wiped away, and it cannot be refused. ”

Yuan Cheng raised his eyebrows, very unimpressed.

Love is the most cowardly and useless thing in the world, where can it control people's hearts?

He bowed his salute and went to deal with last night's battle.

Prince Mu sat alone in the hall and looked at the azure teacup in his hand.

His princess was named Hanzhu, a Han girl who sang for a living.

She crossed the river with a team of merchants, went to Luoyang to seek a livelihood, sang music and played the piano for the nobles of Luoyang in various song houses and painting boats to earn rewards, and later enlisted in his palace and became a singer in the palace.

I noticed that she was at a banquet for a Han Chinese official.

More than 20 years ago, most of the nobles in Luoyang drank buttermilk and were very unfamiliar with tea.

The official was not used to buttermilk and wanted to drink new tea.

He didn't have it in the house, so Hanzhu volunteered to stand up and offer the new tea she picked herself.

That night, the banquet was brightly lit, his hall was full of friends, under the red sandalwood gold screen, the singer from Jiangdong was delicate and fair-skinned, kneeling quietly behind the low table, and the posture of cooking tea by hand was elegant and beautiful.

He was attracted to her.

In her spare time, she began to teach him how to cook tea, teach him the Four Books and the Five Classics, teach him the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and describe to him how exquisite and grand the culture of the Han people is.

He was fascinated by the world she described, began to learn poetry, calligraphy, etiquette, Yi Chunqiu, and began to imitate the dress of the Han people.

Even when he taught Yuan Cheng later, he couldn't help but instill in him a lot of Han culture.

His heart and her heart gradually leaned together.

He was deeply stuck in the mud, and finally fell in love with her uncontrollably.

He tried his best to marry her as a princess, and lived a harmonious life with her, and even conceived their child.

I thought that such a good day would last for a hundred years, but ......

He couldn't forget the night she gave birth.

In those days, she went to the Buddhist temple alone to pray for blessings, but gave birth in advance in the temple, the night was very dark, when he received the news and rushed to the Buddhist temple, he was greeted not by the safety of the mother and child, but the bad news that the princess died in childbirth, and even the pair of twins were stolen by the mother who delivered the baby.

Since then, he has wandered around the palace like a ghost, day and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter, he looked at the flowers and trees they planted together, looked at the flower pavilion she used to cool off in the summer, looked at the empty bed without her, and the lovesickness in his heart grew like a weed, like a disease, and gradually dragged down his body.

"If you are all ......" Prince Mu rubbed the azure tea cup, "If you are all ......"

His face became more and more pale and haggard, and the cup in his hand rolled down on the low table, and he coughed violently uncontrollably.

The guards in the shadows watched him silently.

The guard was long, holding a dagger out of its sheath, and because it was hidden in the shadows, it was not noticed by anyone.

He stared at the back of Prince Mu for a long time, and finally quietly put away the dagger, stepped forward, and handed Prince Mu a white handkerchief: "The prince is tired of traveling and driving, and the river is the most windy, so it is better to go back to the bedroom to rest first." ”

King Mu nodded, was supported by him, and walked towards the outside of the hall.

When he crossed the threshold, King Mu suddenly said, "You have been serving by my side for two years. ”

The guards wore the uniform fine armor of the Mu Palace, and wore a dark gold scarf, with half a piece of metal openwork armor in front of the scarf, which just covered the upper half of his face.

His thin lips were red, and he said softly: "Serving the prince is a blessing of humble duty. ”

King Mu smiled: "You are a Han man who crossed the river, if it were not for the same age as my child, and the appearance is three points similar to my deceased princess, I would never allow you to serve by my side." ”

The guard smiled again: "The humble duty is only loyal to the prince." ”

His voice was clear, like the wind in a mountain stream.

If Pei Daozhu is here, he can recognize him as the "Xuance brother" who pretended to be Xiao Heng and spent the moon with her.

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