Chapter 42 Being beaten in the middle of the night
She remembered that winter, the same warm sun was shining brightly.
For some reason that day, Xinjun seemed to be in a good mood and allowed her to walk out of the dormitory door.
She saw a baby bird falling from its nest on the century-old sycamore tree, so she had someone set up a ladder and personally sent the baby bird back.
She lay on the branch, looking at the baby bird waiting for feeding, and was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, she heard a chuckle behind her. When she came back to her senses, she turned her head and looked down.
Through the treetops, sunlight poured down, and the man's face was not clear due to the light, but his gentle and lingering smile echoed in her mind like a nightmare.
Li Huang opened his mouth, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Ning Qi, do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Mo Jingzhan was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Li Huang to ask this question.
If those people in the palace who are eager to eat his flesh and blood can be counted, then he has.
After thinking for a moment, Mo Jingzhan calmly avoided Li Huang's gaze and said calmly: "No."
"really?"
"Um."
"Okay, if you say no, I will believe you."
Li Huang breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know whether he was cold or frightened. There was no color in his face at this moment.
Mo Jingzhan frowned and asked, "Why does Your Highness ask this?"
"It's nothing." Li Huang smiled and said casually, "I just suddenly felt that you looked like the same person."
Like a person?
There was a message in the capital saying that Gu Chenzhou, the eldest son of the Pingyang Marquis Mansion, looked a bit like him in his eyebrows and eyes.
Could it be that she was watching Shen Zhou through herself just now?
When he thought of this, Mo Jingzhan's face suddenly turned cold. He snorted with a smile but said sarcastically: "Your Highness is really affectionate and friendly."
After saying that, he walked away with a cold face and waved his sleeves.
Li Huang was left alone with a confused look on his face.
Deep friendship?
How did he know that he had a deep affection for that person! She wished she could find that person immediately and kill him with a knife to vent her anger!
However, Mo Jingzhan obviously had no intention of explaining. Li Huang watched him walk away for a while, then sighed helplessly.
At night.
Because it was winter, every household put out the candles early.
In the uncle's house, a courtyard in the northwest corner is Luo Mingchuan's residence.
At this moment, the lights in the house had long been extinguished. Luo Mingchuan had been trained hard by Li Huang in the morning, and he had not relaxed all day long. He was either sleeping soundly or on the way to sound asleep.
After dinner, he got into bed.
Suddenly, someone pried open the closed door with a dagger. Suddenly, the closed door opened instantly.
The person on the bed was sleeping soundly, and did not notice at all that a tall figure walked in calmly and calmly outside the door.
Mo Jingzhan opened the low hanging curtains and saw Luo Mingchuan sleeping on the bed, with the disgust in his eyes visible to the naked eye.
My uncle was considered a popular figure back then, but he didn't expect that his only legitimate son would be of such a virtuous character.
No wonder Li Huang wanted to teach it himself.
Mo Jingzhan snorted coldly, opened Luo Mingchuan in disgust, and took out a handkerchief from under his pillow.
The fabric of the handkerchief is exquisite, and the embroidery is exquisite. The pattern is the noble national color peony, but it is not red and is outlined with silver thread. The nobility reveals a cold and noble look, and the word "phoenix" is lightly embroidered under the pattern.
This is a handkerchief embroidered by the eldest princess Li Huang herself.
After Mo Jingzhan kicked the handkerchief into his arms, he glanced at the door with disgust and ordered: "Just give me a lesson, don't hurt your muscles and bones."
Xiao Yunlan covered her face and cautiously groped in from the door.
When he saw Luo Mingchuan sleeping peacefully on the bed, the corner of Mr. Xiao's mouth twitched suddenly: "Are you sure you want to teach him a lesson now?"
"Um."
"But he's still sleeping!"
"You can't get beaten while sleeping?"
"..."
Well, you are the prince, you have the final say.
After Mo Jingzhan finished giving instructions, he held the handkerchief tightly like a treasure and walked out of the room leisurely.
Shortly after he left, there was a sound of punching and kicking in the room, mixed with the intermittent screams of Luo Mingchuan after his mouth was covered.
Unfortunately, the night was too dark, and the voice was eventually drowned in the darkness.
Early the next morning, the sky was bright.
Before Li Huang could get up, he heard a sudden cry from outside the door.
"Cousin! Help!"
"Mr. Luo, His Highness hasn't gotten up yet, please keep your voice down."
"Didn't get up? Her lovely brother was about to be beaten to death, how could she not get up?"
"Mr. Luo, His Highness checked your studies over the past few years overnight yesterday and only slept for less than two hours. You..."
Before Ling Yuan could finish speaking, Li Huang's slightly hoarse voice slowly came from inside the dormitory: "Ling Yuan, let him in."
Lingyuan had no choice but to turn sideways and let Luo Mingchuan in.
Luo Mingchuan wailed, pushed open the door and rushed in: "Cousin, you have to make the decision for me! I didn't know where I was sleeping last night, but I dared to sneak into the uncle's house and cause trouble!"
Li Huang walked out of the dormitory wearing a coat, yawning and asked: "Did anything get lost in the house?"
"No."
"That's good."
"What do you mean, that's good?" Luo Mingchuan's eyes turned red with grievance, pointing to the huge bump on his forehead and sighing: "Cousin, take a look, is this done by a human? How much milk does it take to do this?
Give me a beating for such a boss!"
Luo Mingchuan's head almost hit Li Huang's face.
The latter pushed Luo Mingchuan's head away with a look of disgust, and asked in surprise: "Why did the thief go to Uncle Guo's house to beat you instead of doing other things?"
"Exactly! If I catch this damn thief, I will definitely strip him naked and hang him at the city gate for public display!"
"..."
Li Huang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But looking at Luo Mingchuan's miserable appearance, he didn't feel soft at all.
He waved his hand and said, "It's time to go to the martial arts field to practice."
"Ah?" Luo Mingchuan's eyes widened and he said sadly: "Cousin, I'm like this, and I still want to practice?"
"Of course." Li Huang said confidently: "It's because you are weak that the thieves picked you to bully. So you should work hard to make up for your weakness. The stupid bird will fly first."
Luo Mingchuan wants to cry but has no tears!
He came here to file a complaint and be mistreated, but why was the result completely different from what he expected?
Seeing Luo Mingchuan standing still, Li Huang closed his eyes, held his head and said casually: "Here comes someone! Close the door and let the dogs out."
"Don't!" Luo Mingchuan's expression suddenly changed, and his little blue and purple face was filled with pain, "I'm going, I'm going, isn't it okay?"
Luo Mingchuan walked to the martial arts arena with a sad face and an expression that was even more miserable than being beaten.
Halfway through, I suddenly saw a handsome young man leaning on the railing and feeding the fish on the Painted Bridge not far away.
The young man was wearing a dark green military robe, with half of his dark hair draped behind his shoulders. His movements were elegant and natural, as beautiful as a painting.
Suddenly, Luo Mingchuan's eyes stopped on the handkerchief the young man was wiping his fingertips with. Wasn't that handkerchief the one his cousin gave him yesterday?