King Yin provoked, "If the Regent knew that there was a secret between you and Chu Li, he would definitely dislike you."
Qin Muyu sneered: "The Regent is not that narrow-minded."
King Yin’s eyelids twitched.
Is he narrow-minded?
"As a man, I understand the Regent. Don't be too confident in yourself."
"What's wrong?"
"..."
What else can I do? Of course, I can't do anything to him.
King Yin sighed and said, "What a sin."
Could it be that he had rejected too many advances from women and let down too many true loves over the years, so God was displeased with him and made him fall in love with a man?
But Qin Muyu pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth and ignored him.
This feeling of being depressed is really...
Things will change over time.
Qin Muyu tilted his head. His voice was too soft for him to hear clearly. "What did you say?"
"Nothing to say, the rabbit is ready, Muyu."
Qin Muyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously glanced left and right at the guards around him. The guards all lowered their heads and looked straight ahead, as if they had heard nothing.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you know how to speak properly?"
"I am already very gentle, Muyu."
"King Yin!"
Still saying!
Still shouting!
Qin Muyu jumped up instantly and drew the long sword from his waist, but King Yin reacted faster. He raised his hand and clamped the sharp blade. Under the strong internal force, the long sword was bent.
Send another finger.
Buzz!
The powerful aura made Qin Muyu take two steps back, and his palms were so numb that he could hardly hold the sword.
Then he looked at King Yin, who was sitting as steady as a mountain, holding a roasted rabbit in his left hand, and looking at him with a smile:
"Do you want to eat?"
“I won’t eat it!”
"Okay, then I will fight you for a few moves."
King Yin threw the roasted rabbit into the guard's hand, flicked his sleeves, grasped the soft sword, and started fighting with Qin Muyu.
In the dark night, the bonfire flickered, and the two figures intertwined.
The swords collided, sharp sword flowers made a sound, and it was impossible to tell the winner.
No.
There should be a winner and a loser.
Qin Muyu used 70% of his strength, but King Yin put one hand behind his back and raised the sword with the other hand. He responded leisurely and calmly, as if he was playing with him.
Qin Muyu was secretly angry.
Good job, King Yin!
Relying on the fact that he was a few years older than him, had eaten a few more years of food than him, and had practiced martial arts for a few more years than him, he actually humiliated him with one hand!
He shouted and rushed forward without any courtesy.
Half an hour passed.
Tired.
Don't want to play anymore.
Qin Muyu's arms felt weak and his stomach was empty. King Yin calmly put away his sword and asked, "Eat something?"
Qin Muyu thrust his sword into the ground with his backhand:
"All right."
-
Southern barbarian.
Royal capital.
Since King Yin left, the court has been run by his trusted subordinates. Half of the court is his people, so there is not much trouble.
The most troubled person is Tuoba Mo.
The attendant reported:
"My Lord, Miss Guan is here again."
Tuoba Mo was practicing calligraphy. When he heard this, his face fell. "Ah..."
here we go again.
Here we go again!
This Miss Guan is the granddaughter of the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, and is also engaged to my father. Since my father left Nanman, she has been going to the palace to see him every day.
His head is about to explode.
My father is not here, why do I always come to see him?
The person had already arrived, and he couldn't help but say patiently, "Please come in."
"yes."
From a distance, before I saw anyone, I could hear the sound of jewelry colliding, ding-dong-dong. After a while, Guan Yajun came over with a lunch box, smiling:
"Hello, young master."
Tuoba Mo stood up with a tepid smile on his face: "Miss Guan, there's no need to be polite. What can I do for you?"
Guan Yajun said:
"The osmanthus flowers are in full bloom in autumn, so I picked some to make osmanthus cake and brought it to the young master to taste."
She walked to the table, put down the lunch box, and saw the wet ink on the table. She couldn't help laughing:
"You have beautiful handwriting, my little prince. The king has taught his children well. If he sees this, he will definitely praise you."
Look.
I came here just for my father.
"My father is not in the capital, so I am afraid I won't be able to see him."
Guan Yajun asked with a smile: "Then where did he go?"
Tuoba Mo narrowed his eyes, his smile not reaching his eyes: "I don't know either. He said he had something urgent to do that day, and left in a hurry. Until now, he hasn't sent me a letter."
Guan Yajun frowned.
So where did the king go?
The king has seized the throne, but he is not in the capital. Is there something more important than the throne?
Seeing that the young master seemed to understand but not quite, it seemed that no matter how much he asked, he would not get any information.
Tuoba Mo tasted a piece of cake and yawned:
"I should take a nap, Miss Guan, please forgive me for not entertaining you well."
Guan Yajun sighed secretly.
She had been here for more than a month, but she could only say no more than ten sentences to the young master each time. He either wanted to sleep, practice calligraphy, ride a horse, or read.
The young prince is the king's only child. Only if she wins his favor can she marry him smoothly.
But the young master was always indifferent to her.
Her more than a month's hard work was wasted.
"Okay, then you take a rest first, I'll come see you in the afternoon."
Tuoba Mo: "..."
It came at noon and again in the afternoon.
Does she have nothing to do all day long?
Doesn't she need sleep?
That’s all!
Get those people out of here first.
"Someone, show the guest away."
Guan Yajun left the palace, looked back deeply, and then returned home.
Mr. Guan is the chief minister of the cabinet. He holds a pivotal position in the court and is the head of all officials.
Guan Yajun was worried: "Grandpa, the king has not returned yet, so my engagement with him..."
Grandpa Guan said, "Don't worry. With Grandpa here, he will definitely marry you if he wants to smoothly govern the country and deal with the Nanman, and get the help of all the old ministers."
Moreover, he was already the head of all officials, and his granddaughter was the most outstanding among the noble ladies.
The king would have no better choice except her.
"But the king once told me that he wanted to arrange a marriage for me, but he had no intention of marrying me..."
Master Guan frowned and said in a deep voice:
"You are the queen that my Guan family has destined for me. If he refuses to marry you, I will make sure that he will lose his throne!"
-
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
During this half month, Tuoba Mo dealt with Guan Yajun every day, so much so that he could hear Guan Yajun's voice at night, during naps, and in dreams.
"Young Master, Miss Guan wants to see you."
Tuoba Mo lay on the couch with his eyes closed, muttering to himself: I haven't woken up yet, I haven't woken up yet, I can't hear anything.
I am dreaming.
But a moment later, the attendant happily reported:
"My little prince, the king is back!"
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