"Ah? No? But I heard from my father before..."
"You must have remembered it wrongly."
"No, my father said before..."
"What he said is also wrong. I am from Chu, how could I lie to you?"
Tuoba Mo opened his mouth in astonishment. Looking at Uncle Qin's serious face, he couldn't help but begin to doubt himself and his father.
Is it true that my father is wrong?
How could a person as important as my father make mistakes?
But the Father said that he is the rule and what he says is the law.
Qin Muyu was holding a brocade blue sachet, with a smile on his lips. He pushed Tuoba Mo's shoulder and chased him out, "Let's go, do our homework, let's go."
Chasing people away is like picking up a chicken.
He rushed to the door and closed it.
Tuoba Mo stood outside the door in confusion, scratching the back of his head, unable to figure out what was going on.
I always feel like there's something a little different about Uncle Qin?
But I can't tell you the specific details.
Alas?
Why was the door closed in broad daylight? What was there that he couldn't know?
He doesn't understand the adult world.
Go do your homework!
Tuoba Mo sighed, waved his hands, put them behind his back like a little old man, and walked away with a sigh.
Just after he left, Qin Muyu came out wearing a sky blue robe with a headband. His clothes were loose and casual, giving him the look of a handsome boy next door.
As I walked down the stairs, I saw a crimson figure waiting outside the palace gate.
When I looked up, our eyes met.
King Yin stood up straight and said with a smile: "Would you like to try some of my Nanman's strong liquor?"
Qin Muyu pursed her lips and said, "I'm just about to go out of the palace for a walk. If King Yin has time to go with me, I may not have time to drink."
King Yin smiled even more: "It's okay, the capital is very big, you as an outsider can't understand it, I just happen to be free to take you out for a walk, let's go?"
Qin Muyu flicked his sleeves past his side and walked in front with his head held high.
King Yin laughed and followed.
The two of them walked one in front and one behind, actually only half a step apart, almost side by side, and then they left the palace.
The capital city is bustling with people coming and going.
"Is there any difference between my capital and the capital of the Great Chu?" King Yin walked with his hands behind his back.
Qin Muyu looked at the people, objects, and scenery he saw and said:
"The climate here is much milder than that of Da Chu."
It is early winter now, but the climate in Nanman is still as mild and sunny as autumn.
"Nanman is close to the sea, and it's spring all year round. It never snows in winter. If you're afraid of the cold, why don't you spend the winter in Nanman and then return to Da Chu?"
Qin Muyu pursed his lips and said, "The three-month deadline is coming, and I still have a mission to complete. I have to rush back to Da Chu as soon as possible."
"If you return to Da Chu, will you come to Nanman again?"
Qin Muyu did not answer.
King Yin smiled as usual, "If you don't come, I will go."
As long as two people can be together, it doesn't matter whether they are in Da Chu or Nanman, or even at the ends of the earth.
Qin Muyu's eyes flickered slightly, and he curled his hands in his sleeves and whispered:
"You are a king, it is inconvenient for you to move around."
"The purpose of becoming a king and gaining power is to have the confidence to do whatever you want, rather than to restrict yourself. Ayu, your thinking is biased."
Qin Muyu pursed his lips.
It's obviously him who is biased!
Arrogant and overbearing.
I won't tell him anymore.
King Yin followed beside him, occasionally pointing out the people and things around him and explaining the differences between the Southern Barbarians and the Great Chu.
After a few laps, Qin Muyu came to a familiar street corner and couldn't help but slow down his pace:
"I've been here before."
"Um?"
“It was probably about four or five years ago.”
King Yin understood immediately: "Back then, you first came to Nanman and were controlled by Tuoba Mingyue. It was also at that time that we met."
Qin Muyu nodded.
When Chu Yeli plotted a rebellion, Ali was captured, and both he and Ali were taken to the royal capital. When they were escaping, they came here and escaped through a dog hole in the dark alley over there.
I can’t believe it was four or five years ago.
Time flies like an arrow.
"Ayu, do you know why I detained you in my palace?"
Qin Muyu said, "You and Tuoba Mingyue have always been fighting, but you just want to use me to hold her hostage? In short, I am useful to you."
"But I didn't know your identity at that time."
Qin Muyu paused slightly, glanced at King Yin and met his gaze, his heart skipped a beat.
What does he mean?
Could it be that when we first met five years ago, he had already...
King Yin looked at him, "Ayu, back then..."
"Let's go drink." Qin Muyu suddenly interrupted, turned around and walked into the restaurant next door.
King Yin followed with his eyes.
He has always had an accurate eye for people, and he had already been interested in him when they first met five years ago.
Whatever.
After begging so many times, I finally agreed to drink with him.
Harder to please than a woman.
Who said that since ancient times, only women and villains are difficult to raise? He thought that was not the case.
This hotel is located by the lake. The open windows face the sparkling water of the lake, swaying willows and pedestrians passing by. It is an excellent location.
Sitting by the window, he ordered some delicious dishes to go with the wine and opened a jar of girl’s red wine with a fragrant aroma that could be smelled from ten miles away.
The two clinked glasses.
"cheers!"
"please."
Qin Muyu raised his head and drank it. It was spicy at first, but after swallowing it, the fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth, with a hint of sweetness, and it was endless aftertaste.
Xiao Jue was guarding the door. When he saw his master finish the cup in one breath, he was about to rush over.
Master, you still have a wound on your chest, how can you drink so much?
Don’t want to die!
King Yin saw him as an eyesore and pointed, "Xiao Jue, go feed the horses."
"Master, I am your subordinate..."
"Get down!"
"..."
Xiao Jue clenched his hands, sighed several times, and had to retreat first.
He understood.
The master is trying to use a trick of inflicting pain on himself.
In fact, King Yin never had such an idea and had no intention of telling Qin Muyu the truth.
What he wanted was a pure friendship without any impurities, and he wanted it to be willing, not to use any favor to force Qin Muyu to stay by his side.
He grabbed the wine jar and poured two more bowls, "Ayu, come."
Qin Muyu held the edge of the bowl and subconsciously glanced at the diners at the surrounding tables, "You call it smoothly, and you are not afraid of others looking at you strangely."
"Are you scared?"
King Yin looked at him and said, "Don't be afraid. The road to becoming a king is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. You are doing something that is one in a million, so you don't need to care about other people's opinions."
It's hard to satisfy everyone.
"Ayu, people shouldn't live in the mouths of others."
Qin Muyu's fingers clenched slightly on the edge of the bowl.
Having said that, he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.
He may not care about what strangers say, but he is the king, the king of the southern barbarians. Tens of thousands of subjects need to support and respect him in order for his country to be at peace.
And he was also afraid that his parents and Ali would know...
Qin Muyu said nothing more, raised his head and drank the daughter's red wine in the bowl, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and laughed loudly: "Good wine!"
carefree!
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