As far as he can remember, he was a little monk in the temple, but he did not copy scriptures, but studied and learned kung fu.

He studied the books and kung fu of Shi Yan in the palace.

Later, he was taken to a mansion, and he still lived the life of an ascetic monk.

Yafu was very strict. Every time he asked about his homework, he would swing the whip if he failed. He treated him like a dog and whipped him to tame him...

He curled up like this at night, like a humble ant.

But he obviously has noble royal blood flowing in his body...

Why does Shi Yan live the life of a prince with gold and jade?

He hated...

It was late at night, and the beauty was sleeping soundly.

Hearing the steady breathing, Shi Jun turned and lay on his side towards Xu Mian.

She was so beautiful, as if she was the purest and most delicate flower in the world.

The voice was as soft as the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Xu Mian was having a terrible dream at this moment.

Deep in the vast mountains, the night was as dark as ink, and the stars were hidden.

The man had a crooked golden crown on his head, and was wearing a raven-green dragon-patterned robe. His face was handsome and stern, and his steps were hurried .

Behind him followed a group of men in black. Their eyes were cold and ruthless, and the swords in their hands flashed coldly in the moonlight.

"You can't escape!" The leading man in black sneered, and his voice echoed in the silent valley.

The man turned around suddenly and tried to make a final resistance, but there were so many men in black, and each of them was extraordinary, and they soon surrounded him.

After a fierce confrontation, the man gradually lost his strength, and blood stained his clothes red.

At this moment, his foot slipped, and his body instantly lost balance, rushing towards the edge of the cliff.

"No——!" He shouted in despair, but the sound was soon drowned out by the roar of the valley.

With a sharp fall, the whole person fell into the bottomless abyss like a kite with a broken string.

When he fell face up, Xu Mian saw the man's face clearly and said in surprise: "Your Highness!"

Under the moonlight, his figure became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the darkness.

Xu Mian woke up from her dream.

What came into view was the man's face, the same as in the dream.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Xu Mian was puzzled. Shi Yan had returned safely, so why did she have such a dream?

Nodding slightly, Shi Jun stroked the hair on her forehead and said in a low voice: "Dreams are all fake, don't be afraid of anything."

Although he was gloomy, he was really gentle.

Xu Mian pursed her lips and stared at him. She was already in the man's arms.

Their bodies were close to each other, and under the thin lingerie, they were both flustered.

After a long silence, Xu Mian thought that since she and Shi Yan had become husband and wife, she would try to get along well in the future. Her little hand quietly reached out to his side and hugged him.

She hugged me?

Shi Jun felt needed for the first time, and such a beautiful person, he hugged her a little tighter, greedily smelling the orange blossom scent on her body.

The next morning, when they woke up, they were still hugging each other, both awkward and silent.

Xuelian brought people in to help them wash up, and found that the prince and the princess both had blushes on their faces. Something wonderful must have happened last night.

In a valley far away from the capital, clouds and mist were lingering.

In a shabby thatched house, on a simple wooden bed, a man lay quietly.

His face was as pale as paper, and even in a coma, it was difficult to hide his outstanding appearance.

Suddenly, the man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his eyeballs with difficulty, looking around, trying to figure out where he was.

His lips were cracked and white, and he uttered a weak voice: "Where...is this?"

Although his body was still very weak, he still tried to prop himself up and sat up. He

looked down at his body and was surprised to find that his body, which should have been covered with wounds, had healed miraculously, leaving only some shallow scars.

However, his raven-green four-clawed dragon robe was already tattered, with cuts everywhere from swords.

"Who saved me? Is there anyone?"

Shi Yan leaned against the wall and walked out of the hut. There was a fairy air and streams, as if it was a paradise.

Feeling weak, he returned to the wooden house. He saw a bottle of water on the table, but he did not pour the water into the cup. He just picked it up and poured it into his mouth. The water was sweet, different from the usual water.

Shi Yan was so thirsty that he drank the whole bottle of water in one gulp.

There were some wild fruits and cakes beside him, as well as a porcelain bottle. Next to the porcelain bottle was a mask? Was this mask made of human skin?

Shi Yan was a little terrified. He looked through the mask and even put it next to his face for comparison. From the distance between the eyes, the nose, and the position of the mouth, he felt that it was a perfect match.

"Who left it? For me?"

He opened the porcelain bottle, which contained small brown pills. He poured them into his palm. How many should he take? He looked at the bottle and saw the faint word "six".

"Take six?"

He put it in his mouth and drank it with water.

He picked up the cake and sat at the table to eat. He slowly recalled that he was chased by a large number of assassins who suddenly appeared during his patrol and fell off a cliff.

The assassins were fierce and powerful. They were clearly well prepared and had planned for a long time. Who could have assigned them?

I must return to the capital as soon as possible!

He forced himself to eat a whole piece of tasteless cake and lay on the bed to rest, hoping to recover his weak body and return to the capital.

He touched the inner layer of his clothes and found a dragonfly begonia flower with eight treasures and beads.

"Ruanmianmian, this is the pearl flower I bought for you before I was assassinated. I will put it on your head when I return. You will be very happy."

Shi Yan carefully put the Begonia pearl flower back into his robe. A charming girl appeared in his mind, with a gorgeous figure, like a flower in bloom in spring.

Her smile was warm and bright, as if it could dispel all the haze in the world.

"Soft Mianmian is so beautiful that it touches my heart... Mianmian, when I go back I will take you to release paper orioles, and I also want to tell you - our marriage is not only not forced, but I have been planning it for a long time..."

Queen Xiao asked him more than once, "Yan'er, if you don't like Mianmian, forget about the arranged marriage, but you can't ruin Mianmian's life."

"Mother, I have known since I was a child that Mianmian is my Crown Princess, she is mine."

Queen Xiao asked puzzledly, "Do you really like her? Why do you make her cry every time?"

Shi Yan smiled foolishly and said, "Because Mianmian looks good whether she laughs or cries, and I love her no matter what."

"You child, girls can't be coaxed like this..."

His body was still weak, and he slowly fell asleep thinking of his lovely daughter.

Mianmian, wait for me to come back.

In the palace, after the morning court session that day, Shi Jun returned to Zichen Hall, and Xu Mian had already returned to Penglai Hall.

He felt a little lost for no reason. He

was delighted that the affairs of state were easier to handle than he had imagined, and even today the emperor praised him for being more mature than before.

This was undoubtedly a disguised compliment to him that he was more capable than Shi Yan, which was a great affirmation for Shi Jun.

At noon.

There were light footsteps at the door, and then a strong black-faced guard walked in. He

knelt down and said, "Your Highness, your subordinate Wei Xin pays homage to you."

Shi Jun put down the memorial, stood up in front of the guard, and helped him up personally.

"Since your father sent you to me, you must be one of my own. Follow me and work hard. I will not treat you unfairly."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Are you sure the prince is dead?"