After exhausting myself to death

Shen Minghuan drove through Yanling Long Street in a carriage.

He originally wanted to ride a horse, but the system refused to let him go, saying that the original owner didn't know how to ride a horse.

Shen Minghuan gently reminded it that the original owner would not help the prince now, so the plot had already been a mess, and it would be okay if it got worse.

The system cried loudly when it heard this. It didn't make any fuss, it just shrank into a corner and groaned.

Shen Minghuan was extremely helpless.

He was born to assume the role of a protector, and he was most afraid of these weak beings shedding tears on him.

I had no choice but to obey the system.

Shen Minghuan looked at the system that was still drawing circles in the corner of his consciousness space, and couldn't help but poke it, "Okay, didn't I agree to take the carriage?" ]

System Qiqi Ai Ai: [Host, can you secretly help the prince? ]

[? ? ? ] Shen Minghuan was puzzled and he said warily: [What do you want me to do again? ]

The system is unreasonable: [You said, "Shen Minghuan" will not help the prince. I think you are right, so...can you...]

[cannot! ] Shen Minghuan didn't feel that this request was very embarrassing, but just wanted to tease the other party. He shook his head pretending to be angry, "Xiaojiu, you are too pushy. A good boy can't be like this." ]

[It’s also for the sake of the plot. The original owner betrayed the prince and the prince was hit is a very important plot point. According to data calculation, it is best not to change, not to mention when it comes to the protagonist, small deviations will become serious. Wouldn't it be a big loss if we were just this little short of completing the mission? Please, the host is the best! ] The system didn't know where it learned the knowledge, so it said in a long voice like a coquettish person.

Shen Minghuan raised his eyebrows slightly, neither saying yes nor saying bad.

The system was not sure whether he was really angry, so it carefully changed the topic to test: [Host, where are we going now? ]

Passing through the busy bustling city, the carriage slowly drove into the quiet alleys.

[Go to Prince Ling’s Mansion. ] He smiled and said: [Let’s see if your deposed prince is worthy of my, Shen Minghuan’s, loyal loyalty to the death. ]

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Disobeying orders is called spirit, and virtue and shrewdness are called spirit.

The word "ling" used as a title is not a good connotation. The Holy Spirit did this on purpose. He was satirizing Luo Xiuyuan for being unfaithful and unfilial, and for being hypocritical - as a father, he was belittling his extremely outstanding son.

Prince Ling's Mansion was the residence of the former prince. It had been abandoned and had not been repaired for many years. The original sign was taken off and it became "Prince Ling's Mansion".

Three days ago, Luo Xiuyuan was a noble prince. He was surrounded by people in the deep palace courtyard made of gold and jade. Everything he saw was opulent and majestic.

Now he lives under a dilapidated roof with only one or two servants and the jackdaws that have lived here for many years.

The Holy Emperor was already disgusted with him, so he didn't want to wait any longer. As soon as he took back the crown prince's position, he drove him out of the East Palace.

Luo Xiuyuan reached out and pushed open the window. The window lattice brushed against the branches, and the branches trembled, causing the sound of crows.

He sighed and said "Sorry" to himself.

After all, if the principle of first come, first served was followed, he would be the annoying uninvited guest, disturbing the peace of the birds for nothing.

"Your Highness, why are you down here? If you have anything to do, please tell me." Chang Mao hurriedly put down the tea in his hand and came to help him.

Luo Xiuyuan knelt in front of the royal study for a long time. The injury on his leg has not healed yet. The doctor said that if he doesn't cultivate himself properly, it will leave the root of the disease.

The world will not accept a disabled king.

Luo Xiuyuan allowed him to support him and comforted him with a smile: "It's so serious. I know my body. You are just too careful."

Chang Mao was left to him by his uncle. He was highly skilled in martial arts and loyal. He had blocked countless assassinations for him.

Luo Xiuyuan's mother came from the Gu family of generals, and his uncle Gu Chenglin was the commander-in-chief of the Qi Dynasty's trapped army.

The Qi Dynasty had two invincible and invincible armies, one was the Zhenbei Army, and the other was the Encirclement Army. They expanded their territory and defended the capital. They protected the Qi Dynasty with impregnable strength and protected the people from the suffering of war.

Chang Mao was an orphan picked up by Gu Chenglin. He was extremely talented in martial arts. He adopted him as his adopted son. After a little training, he was sent to Luo Xiuyuan.

Gu Chenglin had a close brother-sister relationship with the late empress, and he treated his sister's only child as his own.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince..." Chang Mao was about to speak, but Luo Xiuyuan shook his head in disapproval to stop him.

His eyes were gentle, but the emotion in his words was light: "Be careful, I am no longer the prince."

Chang Mao gritted his teeth hard and closed his eyes tightly.

Why! Why! Why is such a good person like His Highness the Crown Prince not always favored?

Chang Mao couldn't pronounce the title "Ling Wang" no matter what. He opened his eyes and forced a smile, "Prince, Shen... the master of the house is at the door now. Do you want to see him?"

"Ming Huan?" Luo Xiuyuan was a little confused. He really couldn't imagine what else Shen Minghuan could do to find him. In other words, why did this person still have the dignity to come to find him again after turning against him so decisively?

Luo Xiuyuan frowned tightly. Could it be that something happened? Impossible, even he had heard of that man's recent success.

Moreover... Luo Xiuyuan thought, with Shen Minghuan's unparalleled talents, his second brother could not do anything at all, so how could something happen to that person?

It is useless to think too much, you will know it when you see it.

Luo Xiuyuan was helped to sit down by the bed, brushed Chang Mao's hand away, and said with a little undetectable eagerness, "Invite him in."

Although Prince Ling's Mansion is dilapidated, it is the former prince's mansion after all, and the area is naturally quite large. However, they have only built a few rooms that can be lived in, so there is no such thing as a living room.

Luo Xiuyuan didn't realize for a moment that this was actually against etiquette.

After all, the two of them had a very good relationship in the past. They also slept together and talked all night. Their room was considered private to others, but who was Shen Minghuan?

Chang Mao said "yes" with some resistance. Although he didn't like Shen Minghuan, he would not disobey Luo Xiuyuan's order.

Chang Mao opened the door of the palace, said with a cold face, "Your Majesty, please" and then turned and strode away, regardless of whether Shen Minghuan, a weak scholar, could keep up.

Shen Minghuan stepped on the withered grass and fell slowly behind. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but he could always follow Chang Mao's pace accurately and turn every corner.

The weeds in Prince Ling's Mansion reach up to the ankles, green and withered yellow are intertwined, the germination and withering of life occur at the same time, and the land becomes a picture.

Shen Minghuan was dressed in white, which was clearly an extremely elegant color, but it stood out because of his temperament, as if he suddenly added another piece of scenery to the picture.

He is an outsider, but also like a person in the painting.

Chang Mao walked to the door of Luo Xiuyuan's room and looked back as if he was feeling something. He happened to see Shen Minghuan's figure appearing from the corner.

The graceful young man Qi Wan was at the age of high spirits, not to mention that he had an excellent skin-like appearance. Chang Mao looked at him, and countless poems rushed through his mind in an instant.

Then these words of praise quickly faded away, leaving only the stunning impression.

Chang Mao was in a daze for a moment, and when he reacted, he felt an unreasonable anger.

Venomous snakes in this world also love to enchant their eyes with their bright and colorful colors. Chang Mao, Chang Mao, how could you almost be bewitched? This man betrayed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Chang Mao glared fiercely at Shen Minghuan, who was approaching slowly, and entered the gate without looking back.

What a waste of this good gift from God!

[What does he mean? This is too much! It's okay host, we will complain to the protagonist later. The protagonist knows right from wrong and will definitely punish him. ] The system seemed to be filled with indignation, but in fact it was secretly looking at Shen Minghuan's face.

——It is not angry for him, it is just afraid that he will be angry.

The newly produced small system is very professional and regards Tiandao's eldest son as his own son, lest Shen Minghuan give up the mission in anger.

Shen Minghuan rolled his eyes. He made such an unsightly move with an uninhibited frivolity, "Okay, okay, stop acting. I don't care. I won't do anything to your son." ]

In the past, many people said that Shen Minghuan was vengeful, that he was petty, and that he was determined to retaliate.

Shen Minghuan can admit these. He is the king whom the clan worships and loves at the top of their hearts. He lacks neither strength nor backing, and of course he will not let himself be wronged.

But he thinks he should be reasonable?

Shen Minghuan recalled his past deeds and nodded with confidence. Yes, he is very reasonable.

Since he has assumed the identity of "Shen Minghuan" and thus received the wealth and splendor of the Shen family and the loving care of Shen Changqing, he must naturally bear the responsibilities and sins of the original owner.

You can't just say your name is "Shen Minghuan" when it's beneficial, only to be spurned and then shirk it by saying that it's the original owner's business and has nothing to do with you, right?

He couldn't do such a shameless thing.

As Shen Mingze gradually approached the door, he could clearly smell the pungent smell of Chinese medicine on the tip of his nose, and he suddenly frowned impatiently.

He took out a folding fan from his sleeve and unfolded it with a "swish" sound, looking like a free and elegant young man.

——If you ignore his movements of fanning faster and faster.

[Ugh, my poor protagonist...] The system was only halfway through his lamented words when he was shocked by Shen Minghuan's smooth movement.

What a heartless man!

The system felt like it was stuck in my throat, and the motherboard was scalding. Finally, I just said dryly: [Host, when did you insert the folding fan? ]

[Just now, there was it on the carriage. ]

Shen Minghuan was careless, but suddenly he seemed to have just reacted, and said in horror: "If I take my own things, it can't be considered as freeloading, right?" ]

While teasing the system in his mind, he walked through the door with a familiarity, his attitude was as natural as if he had returned to his own home.