Chu Yingluo held the wheelchair and pushed Mo Bei out of the room.
This was the first time that Mo Beizhi stepped out of his room in three years. He felt nervous and complicated, with a hint of expectation.
Chu Yingluo consoled her: "Don't worry, we will just walk in the yard and not leave the house."
Everyone knew that the prince had been paralyzed in bed not long ago. It would be too arrogant to go out rashly, and the queen's people were still watching outside. If the queen knew, it would be over, so it was better to keep a low profile for the time being.
The rising sun shone warmly on his body. Mo Beizhi raised his head and closed his eyes slightly. After taking a breath of fresh air outside, he trembled inside, and a sour feeling of moisture filled his eyes.
He never thought that one day he would see the light of day again.
Hearing Chu Yingluo's words, he nodded and said hello.
The bustling scenery in the palace was gone, and the courtyard was in a state of depression. Chunhe was the only one cleaning the house. When she heard that the prince was going out, she deliberately pulled out the weeds.
The moment he saw the prince coming out, Chunhe couldn't help but drop the broom in his hand, revealing a shocked look.
The next second, his eyes blurred and he shed tears of excitement.
It happened that at this time, the brothers Wu Dakui and Wu Jiaojiao had finished burying their father and returned to the palace as agreed.
Chu Yingluo waved to them: "Dakui, Jiaojiao, come here."
"exist!"
Wu Jiaojiao suddenly jumped in front of Chu Yingluo, her Dantian was filled with anger, and her voice was loud, making Chu Yingluo jump.
Chu Yingluo looked down at the steps and said, "Come and help me lift the wheelchair."
After talking for a long time, no one responded.
Chu Yingluo looked up.
Wu Jiaojiao was already staring at Mo Beizhi, dumbfounded.
Wu Dakui also stopped and looked steadily at the man in front of him.
He was dressed in a dark green robe, with a wide-brimmed auspicious cloud belt around his waist, like dark blue silk tied up to his waist. His slender body sat upright, and his whole body was full of innate nobility.
Just one glance and I am astonished!
Wu Jiaojiao pulled Wu Dakui, pinched his arm and shouted excitedly: "Brother, brother, I have never seen such a good-looking person."
Her voice was rough and loud, and even though she was deliberately suppressed, it was still clearly audible.
Mo Beizhi's face turned a little dark.
Wu Dakui was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He quickly pulled his sister's sleeves and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, Princess, my sister is outspoken. Don't blame me."
After saying that, he helped Chu Yingluo lift the prince's wheelchair down the steps.
Chu Yingluo waved her hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to be restrained. My prince likes your sister's temperament, right prince?"
Mo Beizhi responded with a snort.
Wu Jiaojiao smiled innocently, showing her exceptionally white teeth.
Chunhe ran forward and told them happily: "Your Majesty is the most handsome man in our Canglan Kingdom."
Mo Beizhi felt weird as everyone was looking at a monkey, so he reminded Chu Yingluo: "Push me for a walk."
Chu Yingluo smiled brightly: "Okay, Your Majesty."
After walking a few steps, Chu Yingluo lowered her head curiously and asked, "My lord, are you really the most handsome man in the Canglan Kingdom? How about I call you the most handsome man in the Canglan Kingdom from now on?"
Mo Beizhi's lips twitched slightly, isn't this what those actors call them?
After a long silence, Mo Beizhi spoke slowly: "My name is Beizhi, and the word is Changqing. The emperor once gave me the title of King Mo Ying. If you don't want to call me Prince, you can call me Changqing."
Mo Beizhi finished speaking carefully, and when he said the last sentence, the skin on his neck turned a faint pink color, all the way to the roots of his ears.
"Chang Qing?"
"Qingqing?"
Chu Yingluo muttered silently, not noticing anything was wrong with him. She just thought the name sounded pretty nice, but in front of outsiders, it was better to call him Wangye.
When we came to the backyard, the ducks all over the yard were quacking and noisy.
Although it was noisy, looking at this scene, Mo Beizhi felt the vitality and vitality of freedom.
The desire to live deep in my heart became stronger.
Chu Yingluo reminded her at the right time: "Your Majesty, I promised to let you go out and play with the ducks. I have already done that. So is it time for Your Majesty to fulfill his promise?"
The corners of Mo Beizhi's mouth raised slightly, a faint smile appeared, and he said warmly: "Okay."
Chu Yingluo glanced over.
Damn it, the prince’s smile is so charming, how many young girls will be charmed by it!
Just as he was watching mesmerized, Chunhe suddenly hurried over to report: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Third Prince is here..."
Third Prince?
"not see!"
As soon as Chu Yingluo finished speaking, she heard a steady and powerful voice: "What's the matter? Does the princess not give me face, or is she too shy to see people? Even though I'm here, she turns me away. ....."
Before he finished speaking, the voice suddenly stopped. The third prince was shocked and looked at the man in the wheelchair with his mouth agape.
This loser actually sat up?
Chu Yingluo frowned displeased. This third prince was so rude. He barged in without letting him in.
It doesn't matter, the third prince Mo Wenhuan's residence is right across the street, very close to the fourth prince's residence. He usually never shows up, but today he came unexpectedly.
I'm afraid that he's not doing well this time...
Chunhe stared at him anxiously.
Chu Yingluo waved her hand and motioned for her to go down.
After Third Prince Mo Wenhuan approached, he looked at Mo Beizhi carefully. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but ask: "Fourth Prince, are you... okay?"
Mo Beizhi glanced at him lightly with indifferent eyes, coughed violently a few times, and said weakly: "Thanks to Brother Three Emperors, I can barely survive for a while, but my time is running out, so I can only Dragging his crippled body to linger in the yard."
Chu Yingluo narrowed her eyes and listened to the meaning of his words, she knew that the third prince was not a simple person, and Mo Beizhi should be forbearing.
Mo Wenhuan felt relieved when he heard that the fourth child was still a waste and was not far from death. In this case, he would let him go for the time being.
He straightened his chest and laughed: "I am here today to invite you to my mansion for a wedding banquet. I am getting a concubine today. I see that your mansion has not been lively for a long time, so I also want you to come with me. I'm so happy, fourth brother will come, right?"
He looked at the two of them expectantly. Although it was an invitation, it was more like giving alms, and his tone could not hide the showiness and pride.
Mo Beizhi said quietly: "No need."
"Fourth brother, I understand that you have difficulty moving, but the fourth princess..."
Mo Wenhuan's eyes fell on Chu Yingluo beside him, his eyes showed a moment of surprise, he squinted and said with a smile: "You will definitely give me face, right?"
Mo Beizhi caught a glimpse of the expression on Mo Wenhuan's face out of the corner of his eye. When he saw that he was thinking about Chu Yingluo, a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes. His handsome face was tense but he could only hold back his words.
But this time Mo Wenhuan's arrival gave him a wake-up call and added a sense of crisis to his decadent life. An idea vaguely emerged in his heart...
Mo Wenhuan was still waiting.
After Chu Yingluo understood Mo Wenhuan's purpose, she couldn't help but curl her lower lip and thought, how much is your face worth?
Chu Yingluo pretended to sigh in embarrassment and pretended to be flattering: "Back to the third prince, I really want to drink your wedding wine, but I can't help it. I have a paralyzed prince to take care of, and I have to take care of all the ducks in the courtyard. Really I don’t have much time to do, so I appreciate the Third Prince’s kindness and won’t leave. Congratulations to the Third Prince on your second marriage and your new concubine. I wish you a son soon.”
Mo Wenhuan always felt that there was something strange about this sentence, but he couldn't place it.
