Early the next morning, the dissatisfied His Royal Highness Prince Yun got up early and planned to go to the back garden to practice swordsmanship. As soon as he entered the plum forest, he saw Qin Mo squatting on the branch of a tree picking plums - half a plum in his mouth, with his left hand
Holding two of them, his right hand was still reaching forward to pick another one.
"Tsk, this guy actually dares to attack the plums in Meiyuan." Si Haochen suddenly felt suffocated and found the exit.
As the leader of the secret guards, Qin Mo still has real abilities. Although he has coveted plums for a long time, he still has the instinct to sense danger.
Subconsciously he tilted his head, the sword energy swept through, and a few strands of hair fell down. Yaoshou, this is a little slower, the head is about to be chopped off! The assassins have entered the back garden, and those dead boys have all slept to death
Is it done!
Qin Mo directly shot the plum in his hand in the direction of the sword energy. He heard two swishing sounds, and the plum was chopped into pieces. The bag head attacked him so fast that he couldn't even dodge it.
Even if he was splashed with plum pulp, the plum core hit him on the forehead twice with perfect accuracy.
Qin Mo was hit so hard that the eight-foot-tall man was so stunned that he burst into tears. He could feel the green bumps growing out of his scalp. Qin Mo was stunned and looked at it.
When he saw the murderous look of the prince holding the Red Sky Sword in his hand, he didn't even want to lose face, he just wanted to cry——
Who had angered the prince this early in the morning? He must have eaten the fruit. He had come to Merlin to steal plums before, and the prince always turned a blind eye. But it is not like this now.
The sword cut him.
"Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation..." Qin Mo tried hard to organize his bulging head, "These plums are already ripe. What a waste if you don't eat them..."
"If you fight me for a hundred moves, all the plums on this tree will belong to you." Si Haochen's sword fell before he could finish his words.
With the prince's style of fighting, let alone a hundred moves, he would be in trouble if he took only fifty moves: "I don't want a plum tree, my prince, don't fight."
Qin Mo was running with his head in front, and Si Haochen was chasing after him. Qin Mo couldn't run anymore, so he just fell to the ground and leaned against the pillar to breathe heavily.
As soon as Mingruo woke up and went out, she saw her boyfriend standing there dressed in smart clothes, with the sword in his hand returned to the scabbard, and he looked full of energy.
Opposite him, Qin Mo was slumped on the ground like mud. He didn't know how his outer robe had been worn. It was broken into pieces and hung on his body, fluttering in the morning wind. There were two bags on his forehead, one on the left and one on the right.
It has two pairs of horns...
Mingruo blinked his eyes and said suspiciously: "Master Qin, did you experience the catastrophe when you were 'transforming into a dragon'?"
Qin Mo almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Did he experience a catastrophe? Was he chopped to pieces by the prince? "As for the princess... this subordinate... is accompanying the prince... to practice swordsmanship..."
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"Oh." Mingruo looked at the two green bumps on Qin Mo's head and felt pain, "Be careful next time and don't hit the wall again..."
"..." Qin Mo was a little confused. When did he hit the wall? He subconsciously pressed his head and jumped up from the ground in pain - just now he was just running for his life, but now he felt so sore when he touched it.
"Go to the doctor and give you an ice compress. It will make you feel better." Mingruo was now a little doubtful whether Qin Mo was knocked unconscious. Why did he press so hard on such a big bag? Will it hurt?
"My subordinates know." Qin Mo went to the doctor with trembling legs.
"Why did you get up so early?" Si Haochen walked to Mingruo.
"You will rush back to the army soon. If I don't get up and watch, you will definitely leave without breakfast." Mingruo snorted.
"Okay, I will have breakfast with my concubine before going." Si Haochen held his wife's little hand and walked to the flower hall.
The masters finally came back. Aunt Dong made some of her best snacks and porridge. Lithospermum fried fried dough sticks and made bean curd.
Looking at the sumptuous breakfast, Mingruo was in a good mood and filled a bowl of tofu pudding and put it in front of Si Haochen: "When will you come back? Do you want me to go to the city gate to greet you?"
"You stay here obediently. I have to go to the palace after I return to the imperial capital. You can't go back to the palace even if you pick me up." Si Haochen poked Mingruo's forehead, "There are many people at the city gate and it's noisy. Don't
Hit you."
"Oh." Mingruo nodded, "Then I'll wait for you at home."
"Yeah." Si Haochen raised the corners of his lips slightly, thinking that this breakfast tasted very good.
Si Haochen went out after breakfast, while Mingruo took perilla and lithospermum to the back garden to pick plums for making plum blossoms.
The back garden was busy. Mingruo and Perilla purpurea picked the ones they could reach below. If they were too tall, Xunyi and Chusan picked them.
Fifteen happened to pass by. If Ming saw such a strong man, how could he let him go and said, "Come and pick plums."
"Princess, my wife, picking plums is a difficult task, and my subordinates are unable to handle it." Shifififu waved his hands repeatedly.
The news has spread among the secret guards that Mr. Qin was beaten by his horns by the prince for picking plums this morning. With his skills, he will probably be beaten all over his head. He might as well do something simple: "These are the ones that were picked."
Wherever you want to move, my subordinates will move there."
"Okay, you can move these two baskets to the front yard first." Mingruo waved his hand.
"Okay." Fifteen picked up a basket and went to the front yard happily.
When Qin Mo saw Shi Shi bringing a large basket of plums over, he wanted to take a detour. Now he had a shadow of plums, and his head hurt when he saw them.
Shi Fifteen also greeted with evil intentions: "Master Qin, would you like to eat plums? They are just picked, they are so fresh!"
"Get out!"
Fifteen put down the bamboo basket and rolled it to the back garden to move another basket.
Si Haochen returned to the army and began to arrange affairs.
"Your Majesty." A secret guard came to report, "Last night someone wanted to enter the mountain with supplies. Seeing the heavy security, they retreated. However, they didn't leave. They are probably waiting for us to break camp."
"Oh, just wait." The army is stationed here, can they still leave?
Si Haochen only took two captains with him and ordered two hundred light cavalry to go to the imperial capital.
The Minister of Rites was dumbfounded again. Don't all the large troops want this?
"What are you waiting for, Mr. Hu? Hurry up and go back to the imperial capital with the generalissimo." Jun Jun, who had attended the banquet with the Minister of Rites before, reminded him.
"This... army..." The Minister of Rites was still a little confused.
"Of course the army will be stationed outside the city. What's the point of all the troops stationed in the imperial capital?"
The Minister of Rites thought the same thing. Even if Prince Yun wanted to lead an army into the city, the emperor would not agree.
It was true that Prince Yun just left without saying a word to him. The Minister of Rites had no choice but to take his entourage and ride a horse to chase him.
Jun Jun looked at the face of the Minister of Rites, who was as black as the bottom of a pot, and couldn't help but sneer: "Why does the Generalissi have to negotiate with you when he returns to the imperial capital? You are not from our Northwest Army, huh!"
