"Miss, do you not want a servant anymore?"
Changan teased, "Then do you still want to get married?"
"...Miss, don't tease me."
"Princess." Bai Lu said beside her, "On this long journey, it is better to let Bai Lu accompany you. Even if there is nothing else, you still need a personal servant to serve you."
"Want to go with me?" Chang'an looked into Bai Lu's eyes very seriously.
"Yes, Princess."
"Give me a smile."
Egret, "..."
"Look, I'm embarrassing you." Chang'an was in a good mood. "Bai Lu, you must remember that you are a slave my father bought from outside. From now on, you should just call me Miss, not Princess."
"Yes, Princess."
"!!!" Chang'an raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath.
"...Yes, Miss." Bai Lu immediately changed her tone. She knew that she was once a secret guard trained by Bei Mingxuan, and this identity would never see the light of day.
If I said that I was brought into the palace by the prince, and if my martial arts skills were discovered by others, wouldn't it cause trouble for the prince?
However, if the person was sent by the General’s Mansion, it would be different.
Chang'an looked at Bailu calmly. She knew that this girl was overthinking.
An hour later, Chang'an and Bei Mingxuan were already on their way to Zuo Shi Kingdom.
A pair of carriages and horses, and what looked like a dozen people.
Chang An looked out from the carriage, his eyes landing on an old man, "That imperial physician seems to know some Kung Fu."
"Do you know who he belongs to?" Bei Mingxuan raised the corner of his lips. "I thought you really didn't want Bai Lu to accompany you, but I didn't expect you to just say that. When you left, you still brought Bai Lu with you."
"Don't pretend you know nothing." Chang'an rolled his eyes at him. "You clearly know that I don't trust anyone who comes to the palace, especially since everything in the palace is controlled by the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince right now."
"This imperial physician was arranged by the Crown Prince," Bei Mingxuan explained. "The Crown Prince was kind-hearted. It's cold now, and the journey to the Southern Kingdom is long. He was concerned about the health of the King and the Princess. What would happen if the Crown Prince knew that his kindness was being taken advantage of by Fourth Brother?"
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." Chang'an smiled, "But the mantis is no longer the mantis, and the oriole is no longer the oriole. What then?"
"Then let the fisherman benefit from the quarrel between the snipe and the clam!" Bei Mingxuan said with a hint of certainty.
"Actually, they can be considered as Xiang Zhuang dancing with a sword, aiming at Pei Gong." Chang An looked at Bei Mingxuan. "Actually, there's one thing I don't understand. Why do you still need alcohol to cure the cold poison in your body after using the Xiyu Heart Technique to suppress it?"
"Your power isn't strong enough." Bei Ming knew why, but he didn't want to tell her. "Although you are familiar with the Drizzle Heart Method, your internal energy hasn't reached its highest level. You should have felt that when your internal energy is high, you can't control it."
"Why?"
"There are too many distracting thoughts in your mind." Bei Mingxuan looked at Chang'an, "Xiyu Qinghe and these two sets of mental methods are not something that anyone can master. Only those who are truly lonely can achieve them."
Chang'an thought about how he lived such a shameful life in his previous life, but he was indeed lonely enough. However, since his rebirth, his heart was full of hatred. It was said that there were too many distracting thoughts in his mind, and this must be the reason.
"No one can help you with this matter." Bei Mingxuan glanced at Chang'an. He hesitated to speak, and after thinking for a while, he finally spoke, "You should let go of the hatred in your heart."
Chang'an curled the corners of his lips, "Bei Mingxuan, don't think you know me very well. We are not that familiar with each other."
"Of course." Bei Mingxuan's expression was calm, revealing no thoughts. "This king is not a sentimental person, and I don't even bother to guess your thoughts. It's just... Mr. Qingfeng asked me to do this."
Chang'an stopped talking, even though he knew that he was deliberately bringing up his father in order to save face.
The convoy took the official road until they arrived at the post station at dusk.
"Miss, Your Majesty." Bai Lu walked into the room carrying food. "There are people lying in ambush around the post station. They are from the Shijin Kingdom."
"As expected. When it comes to robbing things like this, it's better to do it sooner rather than later." Chang'an smiled. "It's just that they've been spotted after just a short walk. They don't seem very willing to give it to us."
"Have the eldest prince's men arrived?" Bei Mingxuan asked.
"No, Your Majesty."
"Then let's wait a little longer." Bei Mingxuan seemed to be thinking about something. "I want to see who else wants to get the Qilin Weapon Talisman."
"Has my cousin arranged for someone to help?" Chang'an thought for a moment. "Your Highness, your body cannot tolerate the cold. Please ask the imperial physician to come and take a look and prescribe some warming medicine."
"Don't worry, Miss. Master Fu Cheng has already arranged for someone to come to the Crown Prince's place."
Bai Lu left, and the imperial physician who came with them came in again.
"This old minister greets you, Prince Hyun, and Princess Hyun."
At this time, Bei Mingxuan was sitting on the bed, covered with a quilt, and there was a big stove in front of the bed.
Bei Mingxuan didn't say anything.
Chang'an smiled and asked the imperial physician to stand up and take Bei Mingxuan's pulse.
"Your Highness, Princess. The prince is fine. It must be because the weather is cold, and his constitution is weak, so he is particularly intolerant of the cold. Once this old minister prescribes some medicine, he will feel much better."
"Okay, then I'll have to trouble Doctor Yu." Chang'an smiled and sent the doctor away.
"What do you think the purpose of this imperial physician's existence is?" Chang'an asked, looking at Bei Mingxuan. "Surveillance? Misdiagnosis? Testing? Or something else?"
Bei Mingxuan didn't say anything, but his brows were furrowed.
After dinner, Changan took a Buddhist scripture in his hand and said, "I will share a room with Bailu tonight."
"It's better not to arouse suspicion." Bei Mingxuan closed his eyes, "It will only cause unnecessary trouble. Besides, you know very well that I won't touch you."
"..." Changan was unhappy in his heart. He knew that he would not touch him, but he didn't have to talk about it from time to time like this, as if no one wanted him.
As a woman, I am so tired!
Bei Mingxuan curled the corners of his lips, waved his hand, and held Chang'an in his arms, "In your heart, you want me to touch you, huh?"
"!!!" Changan struggled, "Stop flattering yourself."
"You always take the initiative, have you forgotten?" Bei Mingxuan's voice was low, close to Chang'an's ear. "For example... in the bathtub."
Chang'an's body suddenly tensed up. Thinking of how he had suppressed the poison for him, and then collapsed powerlessly on Bei Mingxuan's chest, and how he had fed him with his lips when Bei Mingxuan was unconscious and unable to drink, that feeling seemed to return to his mind, numb and tingling...
In an instant, the body seemed to become soft.
My heart beat faster and faster, and my face started to feel hot.
"Chang'an." Bei Mingxuan's voice was still low. "I don't know why, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, I can always sense what you're thinking. For example, you seem to want to... kiss me!"
Chang'an, "..."
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