With her hair tied up in a clean wooden hairpin and wearing a blue-colored cloth, she was walking in the apricot blossom forest in the breeze of March.

Even the extremely simple plain cloth gown could not cover up his elegant and handsome appearance, nor the extraordinary handsomeness of his face.

He held a white porcelain pot in his hand and raised his head to drink. A few drops of the wine in the pot overflowed on the corners of his lips.

He raised his hand lightly and wiped away the wine from the corner of his lips with one finger.

He lifted up his cyan lapel and sat on the ground with his back against the old apricot tree. He held a wine bottle in one hand and put it casually on his knee. The other hand fell on his waist as if unintentionally, but he could touch his waist with just a move of his fingers.

On the side is a somewhat old scimitar with a shark skin sheath.

Although he looked at the unruly handsome man with his elegant demeanor and behavior, the aura of fierceness in him made people dare not get close to him easily.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep. His eyes, which were usually full of murderous aura, were slightly closed at this time. His long and thick eyelashes made people look at them with a gentle curve.

But even in this rare moment of leisure, his brows were lightly furrowed, his red lips pursed tightly. The scimitar at his waist was within reach, and he did not relax at all.

At this time, a breeze passed by, and a few bright white apricot petals on the old tree fell with the wind, spinning in the air and falling. However, just when they were about to fall on him, he saw a movement between his eyebrows, holding a hand in his hand.

The scimitar was not unsheathed, but it instantly knocked out some of the fluttering petals half a foot away.

"Bah, bang, bang," a few high-fives.

Not far away, a person walked out from behind a tree. He was a tall and tall young man. His face was carved out of jade, with clear lines, cold and graceful. He wore a sapphire crown, a white fox fur cloak, a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a robe with wide sleeves.

, graceful as an immortal: "Yizhi won't let me win even once?"

Yi Zhi, who had closed his eyes and fell asleep, sighed helplessly and opened his eyes. His eyes were as bright as stars, with the same expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, but with a bit of coldness: "You asked Chen Chen to die, and I had to die. Ruoliu

Your Highness wants to hurt me, how can I dare to fight back?"

He really didn't know why, the sixth prince sent by the imperial court to work for the army was interested in him alone. He also couldn't remember how many times this was the sixth prince's sneak attack.

First it was pebbles, then bamboo chopsticks, and then a fallen leaf, and everything was used. This time, he even used light apricot petals. He was a little curious as to what the sixth prince would use next time to continue this.

A meaningless game.

The sixth prince looked at him with phoenix eyes and chuckled: "What did Yizhi say? Your Mo family has made countless military exploits for our dynasty. This king came to work on behalf of my father and the emperor. It's not too late to reward you, so how can you get hurt?"

What about you?" The sixth prince paused and added: "Besides, how can I, the king, be willing to part with you?"

Mo Yizhi suddenly felt a chill, and all the hairs on his body stood up. He thought, "How dare you fall in love with this prince Longsun... is he a broken sleeve?"

Mo Yi coughed lightly to hide his surprise, and then said: "If nothing happens to Your Highness, I will leave."

He stood up neatly, and there was only one way out of the apricot blossom forest. Mo Yizhi passed by the sixth prince, but he grabbed his wrist.

Mo Yizhi's eyes were cold and he looked at him indifferently. There was no joy or anger in his eyes, but his heart was filled with horror. The two big characters "Broken Sleeves" were dazzling in front of his eyes.

For a moment, His Highness the Sixth Prince put away the half-smiling expression on his face, and looked at Mo Yizhi with a pair of bottomless eyes: "They say you are brave and unmatched on the battlefield, killing countless generals like a Shura from hell.

, why do you look like this when you get off the battlefield?" The sixth prince said, holding Mo Yizhi's wrist tightly, and then smiled: "The slender and bright wrist is like a woman's. They say that the battlefield is bitterly cold.
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