The sapphire blue cloak hung opposite him, and he looked at it with half-squinted eyes.
"Damn you! Why don't you disappear in front of this king!"
He took the wine flask, stood up, staggered to the front of the cloak, and pointed at it with his finger.
After a long time, he pulled out the sword hanging on the wall with a swipe and slashed at the cloak.
When he got close to the cloak, he stopped.
With a "boom", he fell to the ground along with the jug and sword, drunk and unconscious.
Zuo Mu looked at it and sighed, "If you ask what love is in the world, it will tell you whether life and death will be together. The Thirteenth Master, the thirteenth master, the dignified regent, can never escape the word love. In this life, if you don't come out,
If you can't be truly happy, when will you be able to come out?"
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There was heavy snow falling like goose feathers outside, the ancient house was covered with white snow, and long crystal ice icicles hung under the eaves.
The sky and the earth are white.
In the dark study room.
He sat in front of the desk, looking at the march map in front of him, and taking a pen to record something.
The two servants burned a fire and incense in the room, and a faint fragrance of epiphyllum filled the room, making people feel more comfortable.
Nuo Min stood aside, lowering her head and grinding her ink. She was thinking about how to ask Zhu Minglie to let her go.
She came to help Zhu Yetong, and now being trapped here by Zhu Minglie is not a long-term solution. Besides, Zhu Minglie has a violent temperament, and if he is unhappy, her life may not be saved.
.
"Your Majesty, there is a letter from Yao Jing."
Just as Nuo Min was thinking about it, someone suddenly came to report outside the door.
A letter from Yao Jing?! After hearing this, Nuo Min raised his head and said to Zhu Minglie——
"Fourth Prince, maybe our gentle offensive has taken effect."
Zhu Minglie ignored her, paused for a moment, put down the brush in his hand, and said in a cold voice - "Come in!"
"yes."
The study door was pushed open, snowflakes drifted in, and a cold wind blew...
The soldier who came to deliver the letter first handed the letter into Nuomin's hands, and then Nuomin presented it to Zhu Minglie with both hands.
There was Liusu's handwriting on the envelope, and Zhu Minglie's heart trembled.
Reaching out and taking out the letter, Nuomin noticed that he took a deep breath before reading the letter.
As he watched, his originally gentle expression suddenly changed——
An extremely dangerous look appeared in a pair of cold eyes, the veins on his forehead burst, and his teeth chattered. The crazy anger that was about to burst out was too much to bear.
"Bang!"
He slammed the letter onto the table.
The slaves in the room were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground.
Nuo Min was startled, and with a trembling voice, she asked, "Four...Fourth Prince...what...what happened? What...is written on the letter?"
"Get out!! Get out!!"
Zhu Minglie stood up, flicked his hands, and all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table fell to the ground, and the ink splashed on the slave in front of the case.
"Yes, yes, I will resign!"
Everyone was waiting and crawled out as if they were fleeing.
Zhu Minglie's hand clenched the letter tightly, tightly, and his heart felt as if it was burned by fire, pierced by the road, and ravaged by thousands of troops.
Nuo Min walked a few steps and couldn't help but turn around. She suddenly took a breath of air, her eyes were red, her teeth were clenched, and the hand holding the letter was bleeding.
The scarlet blood fell on the ground drop by drop, falling on his black cloak.
How much strength did he use to make his ice-like self torture himself to the point of bleeding?
"Fourth Prince, let go quickly, you are bleeding!"
Nuomin ran over, reached out to grab his hand, and asked him to loosen his fist.
"roll!"
His voice seemed to come from an ice cellar.
"Fourth Prince, why bother to torture yourself? Be more cool. If she doesn't love you, there are more people who love you. It's fine if you don't love her. She..."
"I told you to get out!!"
Zhu Minglie waved his hand, and Nuo Min was thrown all the way to the door. The pain was so painful that her internal organs were about to shatter.
"Stop trying to persuade me. It's useless. Get up."
A sad and gentle voice came over. Nuomin looked up and saw that it was the fourth princess who was not taken seriously. She stretched out her hand to help her up.
Nuo Min was supported by Duo Hai and left the furious Zhu Minglie.
"Princess, the fourth prince...are you often so moody?"
Nuo Min turned around, looked at the study, and asked curiously.
"All his joys and sorrows are only for one person. She can make him like a happy child, or she can make him like that just now. Once, she stabbed him with a knife and caused him to lose blood.
She fainted too much, and not only did he not blame her, but the first thing he said when he opened his eyes was to ask her if she was okay. Anyone, no matter who they were, dared to say something bad about her, he would not hesitate
Took his head off, and for her, he was willing to risk the world's disapproval. As a prince of the imperial court, he openly rebelled and massacred innocent people, just to see him before her..."
Listening to the fourth princess's story, Nuo Min couldn't help but think of Zhuye Hitomi——
They are indeed brothers, with the blood of infatuation flowing through them.
"His love is so deep that even I, who hate him, am moved by it. Why isn't that woman moved by him?"