Chapter 23

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Of course, the result was a loss, and it was a terrible loss.

Yunzhao didn't stop because he was the prince. Shen Du sat on the stone steps dejectedly. His white face turned blue and purple.

He used to be thin, but now he seems to have shrunk himself into a small ball.

Yunzhao sat down beside him and handed him a bottle of medicine.

Shen Du glanced, hummed and turned his head, guarding his last stubbornness.

From Yun Zhao's point of view, you can see the boy's drooping eyebrows, some dust on his slender neck, and several small scars on his jade like face.

For the first time, Yunzhao felt guilty.

It's like accidentally destroying the most carefully carved sculpture in heaven.

He pursed his lips and directly reached out to turn Shen Du's face around, opposite his eyes.

Shen Du didn't expect that he would be in trouble suddenly. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't match Yun Zhao's strength.

He could only look at Yunzhao angrily, and said: "why, do you want to see the prince's joke? I tell you that the prince has been hurt a lot since he was a child. What's the harm of this little injury? "

Shen Du's pupils shrank and he didn't speak any more.

Because Yunzhao's hand has touched his face.

Maybe he doesn't want to listen to his nonsense. Yunzhao does it himself.

Cool fingertips slowly across the face of the skin, Yunzhao's eyes clear, not with the slightest meaning of the moon.

But Shen Du's face was still uncontrollable.

"What's the matter?" Yun Zhao also seems to be aware of his change, frown asked.

Shen Du seemed to come back to his senses. He clapped his hand in shame and anger, and stood up with his back to Yun Zhao: "who wants you to wipe my medicine?"

He had a folding fan and wanted to go. Just walked a few steps, but suddenly turned back, like a vicious way: "wait, one day the prince will win you."

However, this cruel sentence is doomed not to come true.

In the yard, Yunzhao holds the golden sore medicine bottle in his hand, remembering the appearance of the boy when he looks back at him.

Suddenly, I feel that the spring breeze is not as good as the spring breeze.

Shen Du seems to be cruel and comes to fight with Yun Zhao more and more often. A fight is a fight. I don't look at anything else.

It's a pity that the final result is that Yunzhao presses him on the ground and rubs him.

Spring goes and autumn comes, two people hit hit hit hit, hit friendship unexpectedly.

Yunzhao has few words. Most of the time, Shen Du is lazily watching him practice his sword, and he is not tired of talking at the same time.

Although Yun Zhao seldom responds to him, he seems to be able to enjoy himself.

Yunzhao was thrown to the military camp when he was a child. Shen Du grew up alone in the deep palace. Maybe it was because he was lonely in his heart. They were both used to each other.

The court looked at Shen Du, the sixth prince, and Yun Zhao, the major general. Fengyun emperor did not show dissatisfaction with this, so others could not say anything more.

The other princes, though some of them were afraid of the influence of the cloud family, did not care about Shen Du after all.

It's the color of the past and the future.

Shen Du is still squinting at Yunzhao's sword.

He has watched such scenes for several years.

With the handle of the fan against his lips, he could not help thinking that he was seventeen years old.

Before he had time to wait for his sorrow, he was knocked on his head.

Yunzhao's clear voice: "what do you think?"