Princess too Young, Prince too Old

He bent down and picked up the sword, took out the parchment and carefully wiped the sword body, silently inserted the sword back into the scabbard, and then turned into the study.

There were two letters on the table, just like yesterday.

One came from Dali King and the other came to North Di King.

One warmed his lungs and made him watch over and over again, and one shocked him, even angered.

He looked at the familiar small flower in lower case on the envelope, his hands clenched into fists gradually, he took the letter stupidly, and wanted to tear it, but still put it back silently.

His tight lips suddenly dragged.

He felt ridiculous.

It's ridiculous.

His mother-in-law, who forced him to fight for power from an early age, even took the life of his elder sister as a bargaining chip, is now persuading him to stop.

For her so-called "Having worked hard for my mother for half a life, now I just want one secular security".

So what is the hard work and patience of him and his elder sister for so many years?

What is the happiness and joy that he and his elder sister were deprived of?

How could there be such a ridiculous thing?

How could it happen to him?

And the so-called "security in this world" actually came from the hands of his half-brother.

He remembered that in the study, Zhao Jingting sneered at the Tubo Prince, and for a while, clenched his hands into fists.

...

Mu Nanshan stared at the letter with a irresistible hatred. He never hated it so much. He was not forced when his eldest sister was separated, not when his fingers were cut off. When defiled, there was no ...

He always thought that he was a kind of person who is far more sensible than emotion, so he didn't think that there would be particularly strong love and hate on him, but what makes him grit his teeth now?

He really hates it.

But he didn't know what he was hating.

Is it because of the years of oppression and persecution of the hatred mother-in-law, or does the hatred mother-in-law find her own "stability in this world" regardless of his and her elder sister's efforts and situation?

...

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. Finally, the letter turned into a snowflake in his hand. He got up and walked to the window, raising the snowflake blankly.

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Jiasheng August 18

Southern Xinjiang.

Southwest Army Camp.

Because of the back injury, Zhou Chi has been in southern Xinjiang for three days. The back injury has been almost half, and now it is crusted. Seeing that it is about to be better, it is time to be very itchy. Nanjiang was very sweltering at this time, and the back was so marinated with sweat all the time, it was even more uncomfortable. Zhou Chi didn't dare to wear more clothes, and Cheng Ri only had a thin silk coat to beat, which was naturally inconvenient. Out of a big account, but he is really busy, Guangxi's discounts are now sent to this side, he has a lot of things to deal with every day, and has no time to go out.

"Try this ointment in a while. I went down to inspect yesterday and found the coolest itching with the southwest veteran." Lu Zhicheng picked in the curtain and passed a white porcelain medicine jar to Zhou Chi. , While throwing a pazi to wipe his face, he said again, "I've figured it out. There are borneol, a hundred parts, rosin, and a snake bed. They are all itching and muscle-building, which is just right for you."

Zhou Chi put the brush back into the pen holder, opened the lid, and looked at the black cream inside. The cool herbal scent came suddenly from the jar. Just smelling this smell, he felt quite comfortable. Zhou Chi raised his chin to Lu Zhicheng and said with a smile: "Thank you very much!"

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