The two were silent until the heavy rain ended. During this period, Mu Mu knocked down Qin Shi twice, and Qin Shi overwhelmed Mu Mu three times. When he got the chance, he would not be outdone and vented his anger with his body. He did not give up until he was out of breath from exhaustion.
But still could not tell the winner.
At this time, outside the house, there was a person sitting lonely on the stone steps, neither knocking on the door to call someone, nor leaving. His thin cheeks, within a few days, all the flesh and blood disappeared, and the skin was deeply sunken.
If it goes down, it will no longer be the same as before.
I wandered outside the palace for several days, drunk, sometimes sober, sometimes in a daze.
He doesn't know what to do, and he doesn't know where the future lies.[
The wound between the foreheads gradually healed, but the hideous wound from not long ago could still be seen on the brown skin.
My skin no longer hurts.
The pain in my heart couldn't stop no matter what.
So, he let himself go and did whatever he wanted.
When I raised my eyes again, I found that I was here,
A place he wanted to come to countless times but gave up on countless times.
Brother Prince, sitting here in a certain room inside this door, feels so close to him.
Just like this, he felt satisfied.
If you sit there for a while longer, if you feel happy for a moment, he will leave without disturbing anyone, as if he had never been here before.
The small door in the corner was opened a crack. Several servants looked at him for a while, pointed at his back, and then closed the door tightly.
Not long after, an old man who looked like a butler ran out with a smile, came to his side, and immediately knelt down.
"I pay my respects to Prince Lang. You are here. Why don't you knock on the door?"
"Your Majesty, please go in and have a talk."
Qin Lang, who hesitated for a long time without making up his mind, plucked his ears in surprise, suspecting that he had heard something wrong.