Chapter 80 Come on, take advantage of it!

During the winter hunt at Mulan Paddock, Shen Zhi had his own separate tent. The emperor did not summon him, but Shen Zhi was not surprised.

A blind prince will make the emperor lose his suspicion and also his reputation. A king does not like an ambitious prince, and even less will he like a disabled son.

Although Shen Zhi's door was deserted, Shen Zhaoheng had a constant stream of guests.

The Fifth Prince, who was born to Consort Hui Guifei, the childhood sweetheart of the current emperor, has not only been pampered since childhood, but his mother's family is also a noble and upright family, the Liu family, which has trained countless court officials, to put it bluntly.

No less than one-fifth of the officials in Cang State are related to the Liu family, which is a considerable number. Surprisingly, the Fifth Prince himself has no intention of usurping the throne.

Shen Zhaoheng avoided the crowd who came to see him and came to Shen Zhi's tent alone, "Royal brother."

Shen Zhaoheng was dressed in a black and gold riding suit, making the usually gentle Fifth Prince appear more stern and more royal.

Shen Zhi leaned sideways, with his fingertips bent and resting on his forehead. The white blindfold was replaced with red satin, and he wore the red official robe of the crown prince. His delicate facial features looked extremely charming against the bright red color.

Yuanbao had found this suit for him, saying that the bright color set off his good complexion. Shen Zhi had been in a bad mood recently and had been bothering Yuanbao for no reason, so he did not object to Yuanbao's suggestion.

Yuanbao happily changed Shen Zhi's clothes, and enthusiastically asked Xiao Lang, who was accompanying him, what he thought of the clothes.

Xiao Lang stared at the soft-faced and red-lipped Crown Prince for a long time, and after a while he said, "It hurts my eyes to look at you."

Yuan Bao was so angry that he was about to die. Shen Zhi curled his lips coldly, as if deliberately going against Xiao Lang, "Then I will wear this one. If General Xiao doesn't like it, just bear with it."

Xiao Lang moved his lips but finally stopped talking. The prince in red seemed to be drilling into his eyes, causing his eyes to sting and hurt.

Xiao Lang, who grew up among wolves, didn’t know if this feeling should be described as stunning.

Hearing Shen Zhaoheng's greeting, Shen Zhi's soft lips collided with each other, leaving a crimson line as he opened and closed his teeth. "How did the fifth brother find time to come here? I heard that many ministers wanted to talk to the fifth brother."

Shen Zhaoheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a gentle voice: "My royal brother has nothing to say to them. As a prince, you should keep a distance from the ministers so as not to harm the country."

Shen Zhi raised his lips without any emotion. He felt like laughing when he heard Shen Zhaoheng say these in a high-sounding manner.

Shen Zhi was about to say something when Yuanbao hurried in and told Shen Zhi that Zhong Wenyan was waiting outside to meet the prince.

Shen Zhi calmed down and said in an ambiguous tone, "It's quite lively today, just call them in."

Zhong Wenyan drew aside the curtain, came in and bowed, "I pay my respects to the Crown Prince."

"Get up," Shen Zhi just finished speaking when Yuanbao placed the mare's milk cake in front of Shen Zhi.

"Your Highness, it's just been cooked in the kitchen and is still hot," Yuanbao said attentively.

Although Shen Zhi couldn't see, his fingers fell on the pastry accurately. He rolled up a piece and put it to his lips. He took a small sip and it was rich in milk flavor, soft, glutinous and slightly sweet.

Shen Zhi didn't like it very much, so he put the cake down again and said, "You eat it."

Zhong Wenyan turned his head and saw the mare's milk cake on the table. He was hesitant whether to accept it. While he was stunned, Yuanbao had already happily held the mare's milk cake in his arms like a baby and said happily: "Thank you for your gift, Your Highness."

Zhong Wenyan had lived a wealthy life since childhood and had no shortage of mare's milk cake. When he looked away, he inadvertently passed by Xiao Lang behind Shen Zhi. He was tall and handsome, with a mature look between his brows.

At this time, he was also staring at the mare's milk cake in Yuanbao's hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhong Wenyan closed his eyes, it turned out that he was not the only one who had misunderstood.

"What does Lord Zhong want to see me about?" Shen Zhiqi asked.

Zhong Wenyan bowed to the host and said, "I want to take my third sister back to the Zhong family. My third sister is unmarried, and Your Highness is unmarried. It is inconvenient for a man and a woman to be alone."

Ever since Zhong Wenyan found a famous doctor for Shen Zhi last time, he went to the Prince's Mansion many times to submit petitions but received no response.

So Zhong Wenyan came to see Shen Zhi specially. The Zhong family had already found a husband for Zhong Wenshu. Zhong Wenshu went to the prince's mansion without saying a word, which would damage her reputation and was not in accordance with the rules.

Even if Zhong Wenshu wanted to marry the prince, without a matchmaker, she would become the prince's concubine in the future. Therefore, the Zhong family was very anxious to bring Zhong Wenshu back.

Shen Zhi thought of the girl he kept in his house, who enjoyed reading storybooks and playing mahjong every day.

Does she care about reputation? Shen Zhi thinks that may not be the case. Maybe the gods have really enlightened her spiritual roots. She doesn't care about material things at all and only cares about her own life. Every day, she would reveal some information to Shen Zhi to maintain her livelihood in the Prince's Mansion.

Even this winter hunt was the same.

"I have never stopped Miss Zhong from leaving," Shen Zhi kicked the ball back lightly.

Zhong Wenyan frowned, cupped his hands and wanted to say something else: "Your Highness, this..."

Shen Zhi had already raised his hand to tell Zhong Wenyan to shut up, not wanting to hear anything more from him.

"Fifth brother," Shen Zhi called out, "sitting for a long time is not beneficial. Why don't you go hunting and stretch your muscles?"

Shen Zhaoheng's gaze stayed on the red satin on Shen Zhi's eyes, which fell on his shoulders and cast a rosy color on Shen Zhi's jade-like face.

Shen Zhaoheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he pretended to refuse, "My royal brother, hunters have many sharp arrows, I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

Shen Zhi interrupted and said, "Then I should go."

Shen Zhi did not give them a chance to persuade him again and walked out with Xiao Lang. Shen Zhi rode on a tall red horse. Xiao Lang had his own warhorse, which was snow-white without any stray hairs and looked majestic and noble.

Shen Zhi gripped the reins tightly and turned them around a few times. He heard an almost inaudible sound, so he tightened the reins on the horse and rode forward, with Xiao Lang following closely behind.

Xiao Lang's task today is to give directions to the prince.

Shen Zhaoheng, who fell behind, walked neither fast nor slow, waiting for the eunuch to bring the horse over. He looked at the receding backs of the two people in front of him, with a cold light in his eyes.

Yuanbao couldn't ride a horse, so he worriedly prayed that Xiao Lang could protect His Highness.

Xiao Lang's martial arts skills are impeccable, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does not need protection.

"Right front," a light voice floated in the wind and fell into Shen Zhi's ears.

Shen Zhi drew his bow and aimed at the prey. The arrow broke through the forest and shot out fiercely and accurately.

Xiao Lang had sharp eyesight and saw that Shen Zhi's arrow had hit the prey. Xiao Lang rode forward to check.

It was a snow wolf, shot in the left front leg by an arrow from Shen Zhi. The wolf's pupils were filled with animality, and it stared at Xiao Lang in front of it with hostility, baring its teeth to intimidate the offending human.

Xiao Lang's black eyes were colder and more ruthless than it. The pale yellow sunlight shone on Xiao Lang's eyes, quenching the chill.

The snow wolf was frightened and its movements became slow. It just looked at him warily.

Xiao Lang wanted to take the snow wolf back because it had lost too much blood and was no longer as brave as before.

Just as Xiao Lang approached the snow wolf, noisy fighting sounds came from the deep forest. Xiao Lang's pupils suddenly became deep, and he jumped on his horse and rushed towards Shen Zhi.

Dozens of men in black surrounded Shen Zhi, and torn pieces of clothes were scattered all over the ground. Xiao Lang rushed forward.

As the enemy was outnumbered, Xiao Lang did not want to fight. He took Shen Zhi on his horse and ran out. By the time they got rid of the men in black, Xiao Lang's arms, which were wrapped around Shen Zhi, were already stained with blood.

Only then did Xiao Lang discover that Shen Zhi had a sword wound on his waist.

No one knew where the man in black was hiding. As it got dark, Xiao Lang could only take Shen Zhi into the abandoned cave of the beasts.

Xiao Lang settled Shen Zhi down, and found some hemostatic herbs and clean water not far away. He chewed the herbs, tore off the clothes around Shen Zhi's waist, applied them to the wound, and tied up the wound with a cloth strip.

He fed Shen Zhi some more water, and seeing that Shen Zhi's lips were no longer dry, he drank the remaining water.

Xiao Lang lit a bonfire, the dry branches crackled and burned, and the warm flames danced.

Shen Zhi's body was as cold as ice. Xiao Lang half-hugged him, his arms unshakable, until late at night.

Shen Zhi was not awakened by the pain, but by being woken up. The sound of wolves howling suddenly rang in Shen Zhi's ears, and it continued. Shen Zhi vaguely distinguished two different voices.

Shen Zhi frowned and raised his hand to cover the source of the sound from above, "Shut up!"

Xiao Lang stopped howling in a daze and looked down.

There was no obstruction in front of Shen Zhi's eyes, his eyelashes trembled slowly, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be as bright as stars, but covered with a layer of shadow and pearly dust, temporarily obscuring its original brilliance.

Xiao Lang was attracted by Shen Zhi's eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his fingers to touch Shen Zhi's long and curly eyelashes.

The black eyelashes of the crow trembled, leaving a tingling sensation on the fingertips.

Shen Zhi also realized that Hongluan was not in front of him, and pursed his lips and said: "You took my..."

Shen Zhi touched his blind eyes and said bitterly, "Where did you get them?"

Xiao Lang gently poked Shen Zhi's waist, speaking word by word like a child learning to speak: "If you are injured, you need to use it."

Shen Zhi calmed down, he finally understood what was so strange about Xiao Lang's tone, his voice was more suitable for howling than speaking, as if it was born that way.

If you learn it by trial and error, you can also use the sound of a wolf howling to make it.

"Were you the one who was screaming just now?" Shen Zhi asked.

Xiao Lang moved his Adam's apple nervously and denied it: "No."

Afraid that Shen Zhi didn't believe it, he pulled Shen Zhi's hand and touched the injured snow wolf lying next to him.

Shen Zhi was surprised by the smooth and soft touch, and his fingers curled slightly. Then he realized that Xiao Lang had brought the snow wolf he had hunted.

Seeing Shen Zhi's mouth relax, Xiao Lang heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that his lie had been covered up.

My father once said that if people knew that I was raised by wolves, I would be burned to death.

Shen Zhi's fingertips slowly moved to the wound on his waist, which had been bandaged by Xiao Lang. When he touched it lightly, juice flowed out. He asked doubtfully, "Did you apply herbs on me?"

Xiao Lang nodded, then realized that Shen Zhi couldn't see him and said "hmm" again.

Xiao Lang picked up the remaining herbs beside him and let Shen Zhi touch them. After touching them, he put them in his mouth and started eating.

Shen Zhi's eyebrows jumped. Hearing the unusual movement in his ears, he frowned and asked, "What are you eating?"

"Herbs," Xiao Lang said vaguely.

Shen Zhi's slender fingers climbed along Xiao Lang's chest until they touched Xiao Lang's rough Adam's apple. He paused, then continued to move upwards, touched Xiao Lang's mouth, pulled off a leaf, and put it into his own mouth.

Spicy, bitter, astringent, a variety of flavors converge on the tip of the tongue.

Shen Zhi swallowed the herbs in his mouth and asked, "Why do you eat everything?"

He is not a child, doesn't he know what to eat and what not to eat?

Xiao Lang looked at the remaining herbs in his hand in confusion and said, "I've been eating them all the time."

In the wolf pack, if he doesn't eat raw meat, the female wolf will find fruits and wild grass for him to eat, so he can fill his stomach and survive smoothly.

Xiao Lang does not think there is anything wrong with eating grass. In his opinion, grass is a precious food.

Seeing that Xiao Lang was still refuting him, Shen Zhi unexpectedly retorted: "After you marry a wife, do you have to feed her grass?"