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Chapter 60 The Princess of the Hall (29)

At the beginning of the morning, the Beijing market was very lively, people going to the market, selling things, eating breakfast...

Because they had just won a battle, the faces of the common people were filled with joy, and they were thriving.

Suddenly I heard a child's voice, excited with surprise.

"The Eighth Highness of the God of War is back in Beijing!!!"

"Go, go! Go to the gate of the city to meet our Eighth Highness, God of War!"

So, those who sell things don't sell, they leave their stalls there and run away, not afraid of others taking them.

The noodle eater didn't eat it either. As soon as the bowl was lost, he ran to the city gate. He didn't give any money. The owner of the noodle stall was not angry.

The officers and soldiers stood on both sides of the road with sabres, and behind them were countless people in the capital, who were not chaotic under the control of others, but looked at the city gate on tiptoe in anticipation.

After waiting for a long time, a figure riding a horse finally appeared...

"Eighth Highness!!!"

One person shouted uncontrollably, and was patted by another person next to him, "Look more clearly, this is not the Eighth Highness!"

The man looked carefully, and immediately the man was about twenty-eight nine, this, this is the Second Highness.

The officers and soldiers clenched their fists and bowed, "Welcome your Second Highness back to Beijing!"

The people also saluted perfunctorily, "Congratulations to the Second Highness..."

Yun Beijing smiled and waved his hand, looking close to the people, but unfortunately... the people have been looking forward to him behind him.

Until there was another figure riding a horse, the man who was in his weak crown had a scorching elegance, expressionless face, and a suffocating aura brought back from the battlefield...

The officers and soldiers had a louder voice than welcoming Yun Beijing, "Welcome His Highness the Eighth Highness back to Beijing!!!"

"Ahhh! His Highness the Eighth! God of War!"

"Eighth Highness God of War! God of War!"

The people were instantly excited, especially the women's cheeks were flushed, some bold women threw the flowers in their hands on the men, and some women even fainted on the spot with excitement.

The rest of the people also shouted excitedly, whether it was a child or an old man, if Nan Xing was here, he would definitely be amazed that this posture was even crazier than modern star chasing.

A woman sitting by the window on the second floor, when she saw such a scene, couldn't help showing a proud look, her eyes kept following the man on the horse, and the warm affection in her eyes was undisguised...

Look, this is the man I Liu Xi'er fancy!

Yun Beiyao seemed to have sensed it, looked up, and hooked his lips.

Xi'er, I can be the prince soon...

Feeling this stark contrast, the fake smile on Yun Beijing's face in front finally disappeared, and his fists were clenched, which could not relieve the depression and depression in his heart.

And Yunbei Mo...

He didn't know when he was left behind, he was slowly riding his horse behind the team, watching the people surrounded Yun Beiyao, he could imagine the expression of Yun Beijing, who was not cared about at the front.

Brother Eighth Emperor, you are too much in the limelight, I'm afraid you will hinder some people's eyes~

The emperor had heard the news long ago and was waiting at the gate of the palace.

Yun Beijing dismounted and saluted, "Father..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Beiyao, who was behind, also dismounted, very high-spirited, "Father, the son is back!"

The emperor went to help him up in person and said with a smile: "It's good! It's really my good emperor! You have done a great job for me! Have you worked hard?"

Yun Beiyao was very modest, "Father, it's not hard work, this is what the sons and ministers should do! It's right for the sons and ministers to share the worries for the father and the king!"

"Hahaha!" The emperor patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "Good emperor!"

The neglected Yun Beijing frowned and lowered his head slightly, not wanting to see their father's kindness and filial piety...

And Yun Beimo finally arrived, dismounted and saluted, "Father."

The emperor glanced at him and was inevitably a little disappointed, "Why are you behind?" He heard that Yunbei Mo has the least merit this time, and it can even be said that if he has not made merit, he should not have expectations for him...

"The horse is disobedient and has to graze halfway, so it falls behind." Yun Beimo didn't seem to care.

The emperor hated that iron could not become steel, "Look at your eighth emperor brother, look at you again! What are you talking about!"

Yun Beimo yawned and said perfunctorily: "Of course I can't compare to the Eighth Emperor Brother, Father Emperor, I'm so tired, I'll go home first."

The emperor sighed, and when he met Yun Beiyao, who was well-behaved before him, he felt a little more comfortable, "Yaoer, I'm tired on the road, go back to the manor to rest for a while, and the emperor has prepared a banquet for you in the evening."

"Good father! Thank you father!"

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Nan Xing didn't know that the person she was thinking of had returned, and she was chatting and swinging with Yun Beichen now.

Yun Beichen has lived here for so long. I don't know if he is in a better mood, and his body is a little healthier than before. He doesn't cough when he talks.

The sick and weak son was sitting on the swing, while Nan Xing gently pushed him from behind, not daring to exert too much force...

Neither of the two felt how weird it was for a big man to swing on a swing. After all, one was not a real man, and the other was frail since childhood and had never played these things at all.

Yun Beichen was a little amused, "Xiao Jiu, you can work harder."

"No, your body." Nan Xing disapproved and pushed gently.

"Xiao Jiu, did you know?" Yun Beichen seemed to be in a good mood, and his voice also brought a smile.

"what?"

"I think in this life...the luckiest thing is to meet you."

Hearing the man's seemingly confession, Nan Xing shook his hands in fright, grabbed the swing rope, and asked, "What, what do you mean?"

The barrage was instantly excited.

[My hands are so cold: I didn't watch the live broadcast a few days ago.What, the anchor is about to get off the list? !Who is this sick boy?How much drama did I miss? 】

[Want to eat: ahhh, so excited! ! !Will the host agree? 】

[Galaxy and him:...Am I the only one who supports the third prince? 】

[Mecha Girl: There is still me and me!Raise your paws! 】

[Mao Xuewang good times: our support is useless, the main thing is to see if the anchor likes it emmm]

Nan Xing is so nervous, the barrage is still picking people for her...

Yun Beichen thought of getting along these days, and his voice was a little warm, "Because by your side, I feel the warmth of my brother."

I seem to feel something, and I don't understand, "Xiao Jiu, why are you nervous?"

Nan Xing breathed a sigh of relief. If she really confessed, she would have to find a reason to decline, "No worries, haha, brother, let's continue..."

"No." Yun Beichen stopped, "Xiao Jiu, take me to the tree to have a look."

"Huh? What?"

Yun Beichen looked up, with an envious tone, just like a child, "Even if you go up often, I want to see too..."

Nan Xing hesitated, "But your body..."

"It's okay, I know it!" Yun Beichen stood up and looked at her expectantly.

It seems that he has been with Nanxing for a long time, and Yun Beichen is also a lot more lively.

"Okay." Facing such a gaze, Nan Xing still compromised.

Nan Xing put his arms around his waist and took him up the big tree with a breath.

Yun Beichen carefully sat on the tree trunk and glanced down, no no no, a little dizzy...

Seeing him like this, Nan Xing blinked, "Sixth brother... Are you afraid of heights?"

"I, I don't know either."

"Then look into the distance!"

In fact, it is already winter. There is nothing to see in the fields outside her yard, including the trees.

Nan Xing is unclear, "What's so good?"

Yun Beichen shook his head and turned his head to look at her again...

The boy's eyebrows are delicate and soft, and she is always bringing him warmth.

He used to think that a day was a day, and there didn't seem to be much difference between living and dying, but since he met Xiao Jiu, he found that...

In fact, there are so many things you can do in life!You can be happy every day.

little nine...

Suddenly there was a very strange feeling in his heart, he didn't know how to say it, he could only regard this as a guardian.

Protecting Xiaojiu means protecting the warmth.

He didn't know that some people, in fact, have used up their fate for a lifetime...

　Your lemon essence has three seconds to reach the battlefield, please get ready!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)