Following the "stop" command, the traveling convoy slowly stopped.
The first man, a sturdy man in his forties and with a full beard, glanced at it and said majestically: "Pay attention to your surroundings."
"Don't worry, General Shanyue!" The person next to him immediately looked stern and cheered up.
Turning over and dismounting, he walked to the carriage in the middle. The man put his hand on his chest and saluted, saying respectfully: "Your Highness, we can reach the border in two days. It's not early today, why don't we just organize things here?"
As his voice fell, someone slowly opened the carriage curtain from the inside.
Murong Yunfei raised his eyes and glanced at the sky that seemed to be dyed with golden light, and chuckled, "The sunset is really beautiful, so just rest here."
"Yes." After receiving the answer, Shan Yue nodded, then turned around and ordered the marching troops to set up camp.
Looking at Shanyue's violent movements, Murong Yunfei couldn't help but chuckle, and said quietly: "General Shanyue is still the same as before, without any emotion at all. He didn't even look at the beautiful sunset. He only remembered that night was falling.
Set up camp."
His tone seemed to be a bit sad, but also full of sighs.
"Your Highness, if the Mountain General is so leisurely and elegant, he is not the Mountain General who only cares for Your Highness." Another clear voice came out from the carriage, with a low smile.
Hearing these words, Murong Yunfei seemed to be startled for a moment, then laughed loudly and nodded, "That's what Mr. Ge said."
"This journey is dangerous. When His Highness suddenly disappeared, General Shanyue almost rushed to the Dahui Palace." The clear voice sighed softly, as if he was helpless, "I'm afraid he won't be able to go back this time.
I will let His Highness go again."
"My father will decide the second brother's affairs. Please talk to him carefully and don't act rashly. No matter what, he is my father's son and my king's brother." Murong Yunfei raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyebrows.
He took off the curtain in his hand, reached out and patted the folds on his robe, and raised a hint of regret on his lips: "Speaking of which, I haven't spoken to my second brother for quite some time."
He Ge sat opposite Murong Yunfei, his eyes flashed as he watched his movements, he lowered his head and smiled slightly: "Then your Highness, just go and take a look at him."
Murong Yunfei smiled lowly, stood up and opened the curtain, "Sure enough, the parents who gave birth to me know me well."
He Ge looked at the figure walking straight back, a deep look flashed in his clear eyes.
When night falls, a different kind of life will always appear in the wilderness. From time to time, a yellow frog jumps up from the horse's hooves, jumps into the crop field nearby and disappears, leaving only a frog cry in the distance.
Perhaps the ground was too flat, or perhaps he was already very skilled. When a frog jumped up, it jumped directly over the horse's legs and jumped into the iron cage.
After a day of high temperature exposure, although it has cooled down a lot, the temperature of the iron cage is still much higher than the ground. The frog sensed something was wrong and was about to get up and jump away when it was pinched tightly by a hand.
Throat.
Picking up the yellow frog, Murong Yunfei squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully. After a chuckle, he threw it back and said, "This reptile is very discerning and knows that there are many mosquitoes here, brother."
The yellow frog escaped from death. This time, he no longer had to feel the temperature. As soon as his front paw landed on the ground, his back paw suddenly pushed out and escaped from the cage sealed by the iron rope.
In the cage, the man whose bones were pierced by the iron rope raised his hand and lazily scanned the spot left by the leaping frog on his arm, and raised his eyebrows lightly, "Yes, there are so many mosquitoes here, brother is not staying in the car,
Why are you here?"
The sticky stains left on the palm quickly faded away with the gentle caress of fingers.
"Of course I came to see you." Murong Yunfei smiled faintly, with a hint of ridicule flashing in his eyes, "I originally thought that the scene before you left was the last time we two brothers met, but I didn't want to... it was you after all.
Life is tough."
When he finished the last sentence, the voice suddenly turned cold.
"I thought you would say... that our brotherhood is extraordinarily deep." As if he didn't hear the sarcasm in those words, Murong Chunlai's mouth curved slightly, his face was obviously pale, but it was extraordinarily revealing.
A sense of leisure and relaxation.
"I would like to, but you want to kill me." Murong Yunfei sighed, shook his head, his eyes full of regret, "So, how can you let me say this!
"
Want his life? Murong Chunlai glanced at him lightly, and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper.
From the panic when I was framed for the first time, to the normality today; from the initial anger and confusion to the routine now, it seems that as I grow older, I have become something that can flow in my blood.
thing.
Murong Yunfei is very good because he has been better at hiding things than himself since he was a child.
"Where is Xiaoxiao?" Murong Chunlai squinted his eyes and looked around, "Did you really leave her behind in Dahui?"
"Keeping her is my father's wish." Murong Yunfei raised his eyebrows, as if he was talking about a person who had nothing to do with him.
"She's still so young, what does she know?!" Murong Chunlai took a breath.
"Yes, what does she know?" Murong Yunfei sighed quietly, "Didn't you also trick her and let her reveal her identity as the Queen? Now you are pretending to be noble and kind in front of me? Why bother?"
"You!" Murong Chunlai frowned fiercely, and when he pulled his arms, the iron rope made a clattering sound.
"Speaking of which, these unexpected gains from this trip to Dahui are all due to you." Looking at the face that could no longer be calm and calm, Murong Yunfei finally showed a trace of joy on his face, "It's just a pity. This time
I couldn't bring that woman back."
"Who?" Murong Chunlai was stunned, his pupils narrowed.
"Who else could it be? Of course it's your sweetheart!" Murong Yunfei smiled lowly.
"You are not allowed to touch her!" Murong Chunlai's heart twitched.
"Should I say that you are a love interest, or should I say that you are a fool?" Seeing him like this, Murong Yunfei's eyes flashed with a trace of disdain, "If you really follow the plan, you can turn the Great Hui Court into chaos.
, even if I was plotted by you, I would just die there. After all, I dedicated my life for Qiu Di! But... in the end, your seemingly seamless plan was just a joke in her eyes.
You know that she is very capable, but you are reluctant to take action. Do you think you are... extremely stupid?"
"Murong Yunfei, let me say it again! If you dare to touch him, I will not let you go even if I die." Holding the iron cage tightly with both hands, letting the blood flow out from his shoulder blades, Murong Chunlai growled word by word.
.
Looking at Murong Chunlai's miserable appearance like a trapped animal, Murong Yunfei burst out laughing, "You can still save your life before you say this."
After saying that, Murong Yunfei clapped his hands, and an attendant quickly came up behind him.
Glancing at Murong Yunfei's wound, Murong Yunfei raised a thoughtful arc at the corner of his mouth, "Why is it that His Highness's wound is bleeding with pus and blood, but you still don't give him medicine? Come on, use this from me.
"
Looking at the exquisite porcelain vase that Murong Yunfei took out from his arms, Murong Chunlai's pupils shrank, "How dare you!"
"Haven't you tried it once? Why don't you dare." With a sneer, Murong Yunfei threw the porcelain bottle into the attendant's hands, "Give it to the second prince...to heal his wounds."
As the night fell, the golden light faded, and as he heard the painful screams coming from behind him, the corners of Murong Yunfei's lips gradually curved with a trace of enjoyment.
His crying and wailing have always been his most beautiful music.