Fifteen years later.

Great Chu. Kyoto.

February 2nd, the auspicious day when the dragon raises its head.

The middle of winter has just passed, and the spring breeze is blowing. Don’t say that the cold dew is in early spring.

At noon, the moon bridge is shrouded in spring, and it is just right for the warmth of the ocean. Today is a great opportunity, and there are crowds of people on and under the bridge, and it is very lively.

Especially last night, when there was a spring rain, everything revived. Several pear and apricot trees by the river bloomed white or pink stamens, mixed with the freshness of the tender leaves of the willow tree, and they were filled with the nose, and they couldn't help feeling relaxed and happy.

This area is the favorite place for celebrities and nobles in Kyoto, talented men and beautiful people to go, and can relax, go out for spring, entertain, and talk about love.

So today, looking around, there are beautiful scenery, beauties, and the scenery complement each other, like beautiful paintings, which makes people unbearable to be blasphemous.

However, there is a scenery at the bottom of the bridge, destroying harmony. When the people passing by see it, they sigh, but they can't help but feel helpless.

I saw a young man with a silver shirt and dirty face leaning against the willow tree behind him, lying on the lawn without any politeness, crossing his legs and shaking, and a small willow branch was still muttering in his mouth. His narrow phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and he was leisurely enjoying the good time of the afternoon.

On the bluestone path on the left and right, a charming and pretty woman with rouge and pink passed by, and the fragrance drifted into her nose. The boy frowned and muttered to himself, "The forest flowers are wet with swift branches, and the water wool leads to the wind and green belts."

As the words fell, the willow branch was suddenly taken away. The boy's mouth was gone. He sighed in a melancholy and said lazily, "Offshore, I'm so hungry that I haven't eaten for three days. I'm just pointing at the willow branch to fill my hunger. If you haven't saved enough money for the coffin, just..." He opened his eyes and pointed to the broken willow branch in the young man's hand that suddenly appeared beside him. The scarlet lips curled up the teasing smile.

"Tianzang saves money and effort. Isn't buying a coffin a waste?" The corners of the eyebrows of the left and right eyes were cold. He threw Liuzhi casually, bent down and grabbed the boy's arm, and used a little force to pull up the boy, and met the boy's eyes that the boy wanted to beat him. He raised his lips and said, "If you don't go back to Prince Jing's Mansion, you're afraid you won't even have leftover rice and bad rice!"

The boy's eyebrows suddenly became cold, "Hmph, if he doesn't come to find me, I won't go back!"

"There is a banquet in King Jing's palace. Can you get rid of yourself?" Li An's eyes closed and his tone was a little soft.

The boy turned around and left.

Looking off the shore, the boy was not going back to Yueqiao, and he didn't have the intention to return to Prince Jing's mansion. His eyes flashed, and he suddenly chased after him, "Changge, Prince Jing has actually returned to the mansion, but..."

Before the rest of the words were said, the young man in silver had disappeared, and a snow-white horse was driving him away...

Standing offshore, he pursed his lips for a long time, looking out of sight.

...

"Wow—"

The long-singed horse stopped in front of the red painted gate of Prince Jing's Mansion. He turned over and dismounted, the guards came over and saluted respectfully, "Little Young Master!"

"Tug your prince's white horse in, and then take my black egg out." Changge rolled his hands around his chest, raised his chin, stared at the door with his phoenix eyes, and said coldly.

"Little Young Master, Prince Jing has an order. If you return, you will go to see the prince immediately. If you don't go..." The guard pointed at the four guards outside the gate, including him, with a sad face. He continued with a sad face, "The servants cut off their heads and gave them to the young master as a ball!"

Changge's lips raised and he smiled, "Huh? Isn't that just right? I was just about to make a few gizzards, but I didn't expect Prince Jing to be so kind, so thank you!"

"Little Young Master..."

The four guards knelt down and wanted to cry without tears. Why did the young master be angry with Prince Jing? They were the ones who were unlucky...

Changge ignored it, turned his head and took a big step, his thin body was stiff.

"You are eighteen years old, how long will you still be joking?"

A stern shout suddenly sounded from behind. Changge stopped walking and turned to look at the person who came, his eyes stubborn and firm. He said, "I might have been making trouble before, but this time... I am serious!"
Chapter completed!