When Murong Zhao returned to the camp, Wang Renzheng was guarding the corner. When he saw him coming back, he hurriedly met him and replied in a low voice: "Your Highness, Mr. Xie Jiu... is here."

Murong Zhao didn't understand it for a moment, so he paused before looking at him.

Wang Ren had to say carefully again: "Young Master Xie Jiu has come to the border and is now... in your tent." As someone who knows the relationship between his Highness and that person, Wang Ren knows how much his Highness cherishes that person, so he boldly invites him to the tent.

Murong Zhao nodded and accelerated his pace. Wang Ren felt relieved, knowing that His Highness was satisfied with his approach.

Murong Zhao's camp was in the middle of the army, surrounded by many guards. If Wang Ren was not his eunuch, Mu Zhi would not have been able to enter with Deputy General Xu as his protection. At this moment, when he walked to the camp, Murong Zhao stopped.

Things have been busy these days, and things everywhere come. He only slept for two hours a day, and he also tried to make it easy to wash and not have to look in the mirror, and he knew how haggard he looked now.

And that person... that person has always loved beauty. He clearly has a peerless posture, but he still likes to stare at his face when he was in the imperial capital.

Murong Zhao was concerned about his appearance for the first time, and he suddenly wanted to leave immediately and find a place to wash and change clothes.

However, it was too late to leave now. Mu Zhi, who heard the sound of footsteps, lifted the curtain and faced someone froze at the door.

After several months in the border, Murong Zhao lost a lot and matured a lot, and his aura was much stronger than when he was in the imperial capital.

The two looked at each other, and no one spoke.

"I heard that the scenery in the border has a unique feature. Can Ah Zhao be with me now?" After a long time, Mu Zhi chuckled gently, with Murong Zhao's familiar silence.

Murong Zhao was stunned and felt inexplicably awkward. His eyes were deep and he looked at the person in front of him: "It's so great." He held Mu Zhi's hand and clenched it tightly, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear.

Mu Zhi struggled for a while but didn't break away. He looked sideways and saw Murong Zhao's slightly aggrieved eyes. He stroked his other hand and smiled helplessly: "I want to go to change clothes, will Azhao accompany me too?"

Murong Zhao's ears suddenly turned red, but instead of letting go of his hand, he insisted: "Take it for a while."

——I see the person I have been thinking about day and night here as if I am in a dream. If it is really a dream, then let it grow a little longer.

...

The style of the front wall is dry outside, and you can see yellow sand everywhere from afar.

Mu Zhi and Murong Zhao walked side by side on the path in the suburbs, and the surrounding scenery was particularly rough and rude from the imperial capital.

Murong Zhao had already believed that this was not a dream, and this person really came to his side. In addition to being surprised, Murong Zhao felt a lot of pain when he looked at him losing weight due to the long journey.

He had never replied to him. Did he worry his Ajiu? He thought that as long as he survived these few months, Ajiu would naturally know that everything was fine, but he didn't expect that he would come here from thousands of miles away...

When Murong Zhao was secretly blaming himself, a beautiful girl in brocade clothes in the distance saw him and her eyes lit up.

"Your Highness, King Yong!" The girl in Jinyi brought her maid forward to salute. Her voice was lively and intimate, but she did not seem too rude, making people feel that their relationship must be very close.

"Are you here to enjoy the scenery?" she smiled sweetly.

Murong Zhao's eyes were slightly cold, but he did not refuse her words, but instead greeted him indifferently: "Miss Xiao."

"Your Highness, who is this?" Miss Xiao obviously did not feel his perfunctory behavior. She turned her eyes to Mu Zhi, flashing her eyes, looking very curious.

Murong Zhao subconsciously stepped forward and blocked him, and said lightly: "A friend of mine." He had no intention of introducing it.

Miss Xiao pouted and looked at Murong Zhao with a pair of wonderful eyes.

Seeing this, Mu Zhi couldn't help but smile slightly. He was so beautiful that Miss Xiao turned her head and saw it. Although she was unhappy, she couldn't get angry. Instead, she asked coquettishly: "Why are you laughing at?"

Mu Zhi refused to answer and asked with interest: "Miss Xiao? Is General Xiao's daughter?"

Miss Xiao proudly raised her chest: "That's right, my father is Xiao Luocheng. I'm at home, just call me Xiao Er. Who are you?"

Mu Zhi smiled. This girl was quite cute. He was about to continue teasing her, but Murong Zhao was already dark. He glanced at Miss Xiao Er coldly: "Miss Xiao is staying in the suburbs, does General Xiao know?"

As he said that, regardless of Xiao Er's protest, he ordered the guard to force her to send her away. Without the disturbance, Murong Zhao finally felt a little happy. When he turned his head, he saw Mu Zhi looking at him with a smile.

Before he knew it, he approached the forest. Mu Zhi leaned against the tree and looked at Murong Zhao seriously. He did not go around the corner, but instead shot a straight shot: "I heard that Ah Zhao has already decided on the princess?"

Murong Zhao was stunned. Looking at the clear and pure gaze of the person in front of him, he did not immediately refute, but was silent for a few breaths.

Mu Zhi closed his eyes, and the smile on his face disappeared little by little.

A cold arrow whizzed in the woods.

Murong Zhao was panicked and didn't react for a moment. Seeing the arrow shot straight towards him, but was thrown to the ground by Mu Zhi.

"Puchi". It is the sound of an arrow piercing into the flesh.

Murong Zhao was shocked, hugged the person in his arms tightly, turned over and retreated, avoiding the next few arrows. The guards outside the forest also reacted, and some protected them and some went to pursue the ambush.

Seeing that the assassin missed the attack, he quickly retreated. Murong Zhao had no time to care about this. He looked at Mu Zhi's sleeves stained with blood, and his eyes turned red for a moment.

"Ajiu..."

While taking people back to the tent, Murong Zhao ordered people to invite the best doctor in the city.

Seeing Murong Zhao's face tightly, Mu Zhi smiled and reached out to him, "It's okay, it's just a little injury. Just bandage it after pulling the arrow." The arrow feathers only shot into his arm, not hurting the internal organs.

Murong Zhao's face looked even more ugly. At this moment, the doctor and Wen Sanlang walked in one after another. Wen Sanlang reported: "Your Highness, you have caught a living."

Murong Zhao stood up. He slowed down his face to the doctor, said in a hard way, and then said coldly: "It just so happens that I want to interrogate myself." He could no longer suppress the urge to kill someone.

"You're here to guard." After a glance at Mu Zhi, who was weakly closed his eyes and leaning on the bed, Murong Zhao lowered his voice and ordered Wen Sanlang, turned around and strode out.

The doctor took care of Mu Zhi's injury and saw that the blood was red and there was no sign of poisoning. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to bandage his wound, he suddenly felt something was wrong and said softly.

"But what's wrong?" Mu Zhi opened his eyes, his face pale as snow.

The doctor stroked his beard: "Young Master's injury... at first glance there is no trace of poisoning, but it is different from ordinary wounds..." The blood was bleeding a little too much, "Can you look at the arrow that hurts you?"

Wen Sanlang was about to speak, but Mu Zhi glanced at him. When he was not smiling, the awe-inspiring moment made Wen Sanlang unconsciously shocked.

"The arrow has been dealt with. The doctor just bandage it. My physique is so good, it's okay." Mu Zhi coughed lightly, saying it slowly word by word.

The doctor hesitated for a while, but at Mu Zhi's insistence, he didn't say much, and applied medicine to him and left.

Seeing that the doctor left, Mu Zhi smiled casually at the look of Saburo who wanted to speak but stopped, but his eyes looked at him were serious: "Azhao is in a dangerous situation now, so the doctor's random words don't need to be taken out to distract him."
Chapter completed!