Chapter 364 Mist
"Although His Highness is lazy, he saves people from suffering without hesitation and deals with bad guys cleanly and efficiently. I am impressed by his courage," Qiu Niang explained.
After he finished speaking, Tu Mi nodded in agreement.
"Tu Mi, we can't walk on this mountain road anymore. Why don't we listen to some opera?" Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.
After hearing this, Tu Mi looked at Qiu Niang, feeling helpless.
Tu Mi felt that Qiu Niang could take back what she had just said.
Her Highness is just lazy.
So, Zhu Huaizhen leaned in Lou Li's arms and listened to "Peach Blossom Fan".
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
After listening to "Peach Blossom Fan", Zhu Huaizhen took a few steps slowly.
They had probably only reached halfway down the mountain when Zhu Huaizhen wanted to listen to another opera.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
"Your Highness, it's about to fog up. We're not going to listen to "The Injustice of Dou E" anymore. Let's go down the mountain early." Tu Mi couldn't help but frown.
There was fog in the mountains, even at an ordinary time, which meant it was an excellent hiding place, and I guess the bandits would like it too.
As a result, Zhu Huaizhen sprained his ankle while walking and a big swelling appeared.
"Your Highness, you are too pampered." Tu Mi couldn't help but complain.
Tu Mi was anxious because once dusk passed, the bandits would go down the mountain.
They are all beautiful young ladies here, so eye-catching.
"Tu Mi, I want to listen to "Autumn in the Han Palace"..." Zhu Huaizhen said weakly, his eyes watery.
"Your Highness, you seldom order 'Autumn in the Han Palace' on weekdays." Tu Mi rubbed his forehead.
Tu Mi finally understood that her prince wanted excitement and thrills and was looking forward to the bandits' attack.
However, Tu Mi couldn't bear to see anyone here get hurt.
Ah! I feel a sense of sadness towards this desolate wilderness. The grass has already turned yellow, and rabbits are already bracing for frost. Dogs have lost their fur, men are sharpening their tasseled spears, horses are laden with luggage, carts are carrying provisions, and hunting grounds are being set up. He, he, he, sadly bid farewell to the Han lord; I, I, I, hand in hand, go up Heliang. His followers enter the wilderness; I return to Xianyang in the imperial carriage. Returning to Xianyang, passing the palace walls; passing the palace walls, circling the corridors; circling the corridors, near the imperial chambers; near the imperial chambers, the moon is dim; the moon is dim, the night is cool; the night is cool, and I cry in the stinging cold; I cry in the stinging cold, by the green gauze window; the green gauze window, I do not think!
Tu Mi finally obeyed Zhu Huaizhen and listened to the song "Autumn in the Han Palace".
Then, white mist filled the mountains.
"Lou Li, hold on to His Highness's hand." Tu Mi raised her voice. Even though she was face to face with Zhu Huaizhen, she couldn't see him clearly enough.
"Tu Mi, you are too nervous. You can't get a tiger cub without learning the tiger's blood." Zhu Huaizhen smiled sweetly, his grape eyes clear and bright.
As soon as he finished speaking, a deliberately slowed-down sound of footsteps gradually approached, accompanied by a strong smell of garlic, which made Zhu Huaizhen cover his nose with his hands due to Lou Li's inability to breathe.
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