Chang Xiaoqiu’s whole body became radiant because of the “not bad” comment.
He held the sword tightly in his arms, wishing he could turn these words over and over again.
The grievances of his step-mother trying to assassinate him and the pressure caused by his leg injury seemed to be magically smoothed away by this sentence.
A hot current of excitement surged into his heart and then burned into his eye sockets, and he actually started to cry.


After Chang Xiaohan thanked him, he pushed the wheelchair away.
Liu Xian’an also turned and walked back to where Liang Shu was waiting for him under a big tree covered in red strings.

“Why did you lie?”

“It doesn’t count as a lie.”

Liu Xian’an stepped over the rustling autumn leaves: “Chang Xiaoqiu has recently been depressed due to family misfortunes.
In his heart, the prince is an indomitable hero, and one good word might be better than a dozen bowls of soup.”

Of the people who dared to misappropriate the name of His Royal Highness Xiao Wang privately, other than those women at the border who used it on their troublesome crying children in the middle of the night, Second Young Master Liu was the only one.
After all, even Gao Lin had to come and ask in advance when he wanted to repel the enemy in the name of the commander.
But Liu Xian’an did not feel that he had done such a bold thing, and it seemed quite reasonable to regard His Royal Highness Xiao Wang as medicine at hand, and take him out when needed.

Liang Shu didn’t fuss about it, but in fact, he seldom praised others, much less a spoiled young master like Chang Xiaoqiu.

He wouldn’t say “not bad” even to a person who could stand up straight.
According to the standards of the barracks, he was still a thousand li away.

The two quickly walked to the south of the city.

The southern district was far less lively than the east.
The lights were sparse, and there was only a large ancient well.
But Liang Shu didn’t come here just to look at the scenery.
Just walking casually like this could soothe and relax his tense nerves.
Liu Xian’an stepped into an open space and said: “I always thought there should be a nine-story white tower here.”

“In order to be closer to another world?”

“No, to see the flower fields in the distant mountains.”

As for the other world, after being forcibly sealed for more than ten days, it had now changed from a boiling sea to calm and tranquil water, but he didn’t dare to explore too deeply, lest the storm surge and stir up his brain again.


“You should stay in this world more,” Liang Shu said.
“Learn from others and speak with friends.
If you want to see the flower fields, go to the distant mountains in person.
Don’t always stand on a high place and look from a distance.”

Liu Xian’an was distressed: “But I don’t have any friends.”

If this sentence came out of someone else’s mouth, who could hear it and not cry out at the misery? But Liu Xian’an didn’t think he was miserable, and was just stating a fact.
Liang Shu also didn’t think he was miserable, but Liu Xian’an quickly added: “It’s a pity that although the prince is here, the flowers have already withered.”

The corners of Liang Shu’s mouth rose: “I’m a friend?”

Liu Xian’an’s “en” was not guilty at all.
Although he had never made friends before, since they could drink together and tour the city together, they could not be classified as strangers, and there should be some friendly relations.
If there were friendly relations, wasn’t that a friend?

Liang Shu reached out and pinched the back of his neck: “This lord doesn’t seem to agree.”

Liu Xian’an flinched and ducked away: “Then the prince can continue to disagree.” Anyway, I have unilaterally agreed.

This may also be an ability that only Second Young Master Liu had.
After all, in the Three Thousand Ways, he had always interacted with people in such a way, arranging a residence for them as it pleased him, and not asking the opinions of the ancient sages one by one.

Therefore, he had the courage of his convictions.

Liang Shu smiled and shook his head, thinking that Liu Xian’an was very interesting.
He had so many qualities mixed together, and was different from the countless other people in Dayan.
He alone was detached, foolish, naive, and wise, and his appearance was second to none in this world.
Even if he was lazily crouching beneath a tattered red lantern like a ghost, his eyes would shine brightly, as if he were an immortal descending from the sky.

It was indeed a pity that the flower fields in the distant mountains were gone.
After all, this beauty should be standing in a place where flowers were blooming.

On this point, His Royal Highness Xiao Wang possessed the rare sophistication and awareness of a nobleman and a child of an aristocratic family.


Although there was no scenery in the south of the city, Liang Shu still patiently listened to Liu Xian’an talk about the nine-storey white pagoda in his dreams for a long time, and didn’t go back together until the entire city fell asleep.
The guest room in the waterside pavilion was very small, and the bed was not big, but it was soft and comfortable.
There was also a light smell of incense.
Outside the room, the autumn wind rustled the bamboo forest like a gentle lullaby, soothing the general’s tense nerves that had been drenched by thousands of battles.

The bloody mist that soared into the sky in his dreams dissipated into a sheet of pure snow.
The ice suddenly subsided as spring came, and Liang Shu walked alone on a small island full of flowers, down the path and through the deep forest.
At once, he heard the sound of a zither gurgling like running water.
He followed the sound and saw a young man in white sitting by the stream, his bare feet immersed in the water and a simple qin on his lap.

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Liang Shu awoke with a dry mouth and tongue.
He gazed at the carvings on the head of the bed, his heart beating extremely fast, and it took a long time before he returned to the present world.
Although he had forgotten the face of the person in the dream, he clearly remembered the mole the size of a sesame seed on the jut of that person’s throat, which rolled up and down in pace with his gasps.
An enchanting and alluring red, it made his complexion look more and more like snow.
He also remembered those hands wantonly held in his own palms, as fragile as glass and without much warmth.
When he lowered his head, that pair of lips trembled, and it was like touching a patch of ice and snow.

The absurdity of this erotic dream was comparable to the leader of the desert wolf clan dancing in front of the battle line in women’s clothing.
Liang Shu used this horrific, unaesthetic metaphor to forcibly end the ambiguous and charming illusion between the bed curtains.
He got up and wiped his face with cold water, opened the door, and walked out of the guest room.

At this time, when he arrived at maoshi, only the old servants and the disciples who had morning classes had gotten up.
There was no separate kitchen in the waterside pavilion, and the temporary new servants yesterday had been sent away by the security forces, so it was very quiet.
Coincidentally, on a low table within the bamboo forest, there was really a qin.
Liang Shu’s eyes were scorched, and he wanted to go out for a walk, but the door behind him creaked open.

“Your Highness.”

Liang Shu paused and turned around.

Liu Xian’an had gotten up in a hurry, and was still wearing night clothes with only a thin coat pulled over his head.
His black hair was casually tied behind his head with a hair tie, and there was still a tinge of redness at the corners of his eyes as he yawned: “I heard movement outside.”

Liang Shu looked away from his snow-white clothing: “Couldn’t sleep, going for a walk.”

“Wait a moment, Your Highness,” Liu Xian’an said, “I’ll change my clothes.”

Saying this, he was so sleepy that he didn’t even open his eyes all the way.
When he returned to the room, his knees were weak and he nearly bumped his head.
He opened the wardrobe and found a piece of clothing, and was about to put it on when someone grabbed his wrist.


“It’s still early, go back to bed for a while,” Liang Shu said.
“I’ll just sit in the courtyard.”

Liu Xian’an went back to bed.
He really hadn’t woken up and didn’t know which god had come to his aid just now, but he heard the slight sound of a door opening nearby and rushed out in a sleepwalking daze.

Liang Shu didn’t leave immediately, and looked around.
This residence was as simple and frugal as its master, with old cabinets and old tables and chairs.
The bed looked old, but the blankets on the floor were new, soft and thick, every inch of them expensive – there was no other way, because Second Young Master Liu would fall asleep on the spot from time to time.

A corner of the bed curtain was blown up by the wind, and Liang Shu raised his eyes.
The Sleeping Immortal’s sleeping appearance was really not like that of an immortal.
But this was actually on purpose, because when he read books as a child, most of the sages were leisurely and carefree.
Thus, Little Young Master Liu deliberately slept crookedly and leisurely let himself wander.
All the way until now, he had not once been completely covered by the blanket.

It was the same presently.
The feet that had been immersed in water in the dream were even more white and delicate than in reality, and a red rope with a gold buckle was wrapped around the ankle.
Liu-furen was worried that her son was talking too much nonsense, and in the event that he really went crazy one day, she specially went to the temple to ask for the soul rope.
Master Liu originally scoffed at this, but in the end was scolded with a finger pointed at his nose.
You are allowed to snatch people from the king of hell, but I am not allowed to snatch a soul from little spirits?

Therefore, he still wore it as he grew.
It was hard to say whether his soul was bound or not, but perhaps His Royal Highness Xiao Wang was.
He turned around and left the bedroom, and truly could not understand where these amorous feelings and desire came from.
It was simply inexplicable.
Why had he only slept at the waterside pavilion for one night, and it came in a torrential rush, leaking out all over the place? Could it be that it was in his blood, and the disease in his bones was the same as his second sister, who exploded on the spot when she beheld a beauty?

The reason why he had no symptoms in the palace was likely because the beauties were not beautiful enough.

His Royal Highness Xiao Wang just stood in the courtyard, diagnosing this intractable disease himself.

The sky was getting brighter.

A-Ning ordered the servants to carry the table to the courtyard, and was busy serving breakfast when Liu Xian’an stretched his waist and woke up again.
He didn’t know that he had traipsed through other people’s dreams in indescribable positions, so he was very calm.
After washing up, he sat next to Liang Shu and enthusiastically introduced special snacks to his only friend.

Liang Shu didn’t listen to half a word.
He had been forcing the other party to speak a few days ago until his voice became hoarse, and at this time, it had a soft local intonation, which fit even more closely with the absurd affair in the dream.
What heavenly dao, this was appropriate retribution.
Liang Shu’s scalp went numb, and he pushed a bowl of small wontons in front of the other person: “Eat, ba.”

Liu Xian’an made a noise of agreement and slowly fiddled with the spoon.
Since he was a child, he had been unable to eat fast.
After counting the grains of rice on the table several times and being educated by his father and elder brother in turn, he simply hid in the waterside pavilion to eat every meal.
He was not hungry this morning, so he chewed even more slowly.
He took three bites of flower bud-shaped wonton, which burned his lips even more rosy.


Averting his eyes, Liang Shu tried not to let himself think about it.
He frowned and said: “It seems to be very noisy outside.”

“En, today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and there is a new batch of medicinal materials to be unloaded,” Liu Xian’an explained.
“It will be busy all day.
In the past, if my dad thought about it, he would come and drive me to help.”

But that shouldn’t happen this time since His Royal Highness Xiao Wang was here, so he could do whatever he pleased.

Thus, he smiled at him from the bottom of his heart, with great joy.

Liang Shu put down his chopsticks with a snap and said: “Let’s go take a look.”

Liu Xian’an was taken aback: “Ah?”

Liang Shu got up and left the waterside pavilion.

Liu Xian’an hadn’t eaten more than a couple of bites yet, so A-Ning picked up two small steamed buns and hurried after him.

Both master and servant were puzzled.
What was there to see when unloading medicinal materials? He was so energetic, walking all the way without looking back.

A-Ning whispered: “Young Master, do we have to explain to His Royal Highness that it is not some precious or rare materials, but just some common bellflower and honeysuckle?”

Liu Xian’an was uncertain: “Even if they were precious medicinal materials, why would the prince be interested?”

It shouldn’t be the case, ah, so why was he running away?

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