After the group entered Jade Jinxuan, a smart waiter came to greet them and select birthday gifts.
Ming Wuyou chose a calligraphy and painting by a former master, an ornament called Qionglin Yushu, and finally a unique jade screen.
When it came time to pay, Yun Ziyuan and Yun Zichen each paid. Ming Wuyou paid for the screen, but ordered the waiter to send everything back to Prince Zhan's Mansion.
This made Yun Ziyuan raise his eyebrows: "It would be appropriate for me and my third son to send birthday gifts to our house, but this screen belongs to you, why did you send it here today?"
Since it is a birthday gift, of course it must be given to Princess Anping on the day of her birthday to be considerate of the thoughtful etiquette.
Ming Wuyou has always been a polite and considerate person, so he shouldn't have made such a mistake.
"Uh..." Yun Zichen's expression was subtle: "My sister helped my eldest brother to choose the screen. The eldest brother caught the cold and couldn't come over."
"..."
Yun Ziyuan said unceremoniously: "It's obvious that Iron Rooster didn't want to pluck his feathers, so he made an excuse and asked his sister to spend money to buy him a birthday gift."
"So treacherous..."
Ming Wuyou was stunned: "He didn't catch the cold?"
Yun Ziyuan said with a hint of ridicule: "I went back to the palace first after coming back from the camp, and I saw him wandering around in the courtyard in high spirits. Why did he catch the cold?"
In fact, the two of them chatted for a while. Yun Ziheng asked him if he had chosen a birthday gift, and he said that he asked his sister to help him choose.
Well, when Yun Ziyuan ran out, Yun Ziheng sent someone to come and give him a birthday gift!
It's so shameless!
Yun Ziyuan asked for the umpteenth time in his heart why he had such a thick-skinned eldest brother who was also the heir apparent of Prince Zhan.
Ming Wuyou is speechless.
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After choosing birthday gifts, it was already getting late. Ming Wuyou and his two brothers had lunch together, but it snowed heavily again.
The road was slippery due to snow, so the three of them stayed in the restaurant for a while. When it stopped, Yun Ziyuan and Yun Zichen personally escorted Ming Wuyou to Ming's house.
By now, it was almost dark.
Ming Wuyou went all the way to Wuyou Pavilion. When he entered the courtyard, he noticed that there was a light on upstairs.
Her steps paused slightly, and she understood something in her heart. She suddenly picked up her skirt and walked upstairs at a faster speed.
"Girl, slow down!" Aunt Bai followed behind and persuaded with a smile. After going to the corridor to collect her umbrella, she did not follow Ming Wuyou into the house.
When Ming Wuyou entered the house, he saw the person he missed.
Murong Yu was wearing a purple brocade robe. The moment she opened the door, he stood up and came to the door. He held her cold hand and said, "Come in."
He pulled Ming Wuyou into the house, covered her hands with his own body temperature, and held her face with his big palms.
Ming Wuyou rode the carriage all the way, got off the car in front of the door and walked to Wuyou Pavilion for a short distance, but his face was flushed red by the cold wind, and he was very cold.
Murong Yu frowned: "Is it cold?"
"It's cold!" Ming Wuyou nodded, quickly took off his cloak, and decisively threw himself into Murong Yu's arms.
She put her hands into Murong Yu's robe and hugged his thin waist. She stood on tiptoes and pressed her face against his neck.
She rubbed his neck with her cold face, but it still didn't feel warm, and pulled his collar rudely.
After he pulled the collar loose and pressed his cheek against the warm skin, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "It's much warmer this way."
Murong Yu was stunned for a moment, his hands still raised in the air.
"You're so stupid." Ming Wuyou muttered in a low voice, "Hug me."
"..."
Murong Yu finally came to his senses, put his hands on her shoulders and held her tightly, "Are your hands... still cold?"
He said, grabbing Ming Wuyou's hand and stuffing it into his collar.
Ming Wuyou felt the hot texture under his palm and his heartbeat.
Bang bang.
Bang bang bang.
Bang bang bang bang.
After a long time like this, Ming Wuyou's hand became warm, but he didn't take it away. Instead, he hugged him lovingly: "I haven't seen you for several days."
It has been snowing recently, so it is inconvenient to go out. It happened that seven days ago, when Nanny Bai came over, she said that Murong Yu might be very busy recently.
In order not to disturb him, Ming Wuyou never went to the Regent's Palace.
She originally thought that Murong Yu would come to see her in the evening, but she didn't expect that he didn't show up for seven days in a row.
"What have you been busy with recently?" Ming Wuyou asked in a low voice.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon." Murong Yu stroked her hair and said slowly: "It's half a month before the Chinese New Year. There are many things to deal with before sealing. Moreover, it has been snowing heavily for days and several northern states have been affected. We need to find suitable people to deal with the disaster.
It took a few days."
Upon hearing this, Ming Wuyou withdrew from Murong Yu's arms and said seriously: "What about the disaster? Has it been dealt with now?"
"The disaster is not serious, but it is not light either."
Murong Yu pulled Ming Wuyou to sit down at the table, "But it has been taken care of, and the provisions and winter clothes have been transferred. This year should be able to pass safely."
"That's good."
Ming Wuyou nodded.
Aunt Bai brought ginger tea to warm up Ming Wuyou, and suggested, "Why don't your highness stay for dinner? I guess your highness hasn't eaten yet."
"Um."
Murong Yu really didn't eat anything. Where did he have the time to come out of the palace just after finishing his work?
Ming Wuyou asked Murong Yu to talk, and Aunt Bai went to prepare the meal.
After not staring at him for a few days, Murong Yu returned to his turbulent look while eating, fast and accurate to the end.
Ming Wuyou was quite helpless, grabbing his chopsticks with one hand and his bowl with the other.
Murong Yu looked at her with some doubt. After looking at her for a moment, he suddenly realized something and said, "I forgot."
"Let's chat for a while." Ming Wuyou took away his bowls and chopsticks, "Okay?"
"……good."
"When did you start eating so fast?" Ming Wuyou asked in a low voice, staring at him with bright eyes, "When you were a child?"
"Um."
Murong Yu frowned slightly, "You must be four or five years old. At that time, you were still living in a cold palace. There were many people and little food. You ate slowly. It was common for others to snatch food from your mouth."
"After I entered the military camp again, it seemed that I had always been this habit."
Ming Wuyou looked at him with a complicated expression.
"Why this expression? Did you not expect that I have also lived in the cold palace?"
Murong Yuqueyun said calmly: "I was born in the cold palace. I was taken out by the emperor's brother when I was six years old. The emperor's brother took me to the Imperial Academy, where I learned to read, read, and learn martial arts."
"Brother Huang is the best person to me in this world."
"It's a pity -" Murong Yu's expression became a little sad, "He suffered from a strange disease and died young."
"Jiang Shan and Yuan Hao were left behind."
"As the emperor's most trusted younger brother, I am destined to devote my entire life to serving these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers until my death."
Ming Wuyou looked at him silently, his hand touched the wound on Murong Yu's eyebrow bone, and he wanted to ask: What about your mother-in-law?
She vaguely knew that most of his nightmares were related to his mother and concubine.
But seeing how he was remembering the late emperor right now, she couldn't ask.
Maybe he didn't want to say it at all.
Ming Wuyou said seriously: "If you want to protect Jiangshan and Yuanhao, the most basic thing is that you have to have good living habits and a healthy body." This chapter has been completed!