The Emperor's Unexpected Favor

On the official road, in the distance, dust was raised, and the sound of horse hooves continuously came.

Two young men with the appearance of generals, wearing light armor, with long swords hanging from their waists, riding in front, and behind them was a horse carriage, the horse carriage was made of wood, and looked very sturdy, but because there were no decorations, it seemed a bit plain.

In the horse carriage by the window, there were only curtains, on the carriage were some soft beds, in the middle was a low table, the arrangement was extremely simple. A young man in gray clothes was leaning against the window, using the midday sunlight to read a book, on one side of the window was a young boy lying face down, about eleven or twelve years old, he was tossing the curtain outside to look.

"Hey, you've been gone for several days, why haven't you arrived yet?" The young boy angrily put down the curtain, lying on the soft bed, sulking.

The gray-clothed young master smiled and said, "You're starting to get bored again. We crossed the border a few days ago, so we should be able to reach Yongjing very quickly."

The little boy was still uncomfortable, tossing and turning on the bed, "Your Highness, I really don't understand why you have to agree to this trip. His Majesty can't just casually recruit someone, recognize him as an adopted son, and send him to Xuanxiang?"

The gray-clothed young master lowered his eyes and sighed, "Remember to call me young master outside, no need to call me Your Highness. As for what you mean by recognizing him as an adopted son, Emperor Xuanxiang is not an idiot, not only will he not approve of this body double, he's also likely to be very angry, not only won't he borrow troops, he'll also take this opportunity to use this opportunity to commit treason against the Yue Clan."

The little boy suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, "So scary?"

"State affairs and the country in it are like that, step by step planning, must be careful and tight, otherwise if someone gets a hold of your weakness, you will encounter misfortune. Moreover, we are at a critical moment, we cannot let down our guard even more."

The little boy was stunned for a moment, then said: "I feel that His Majesty is just trying to find a reason to chase you away! Who doesn't know His Majesty's thoughts!"

"Wan Tong, how can you say that about His Majesty......" Knowing that Wan Tong was angry and indignant on his behalf, but it was true that he was not favored, the young master Hui Yi also felt a little miserable. After he entered the palace when he was three years old, he heard that he was the son of his father who had been lost outside. But for some reason, his father had always been distant from him, ever since he knew about things, he rarely hugged him, and rarely gave him rewards, usually letting him study and read. His brothers had already started learning how to lead soldiers to fight, but his father had no intention of training him. He was well-off and left him to fend for himself. This time, in order to borrow soldiers to fight against Bai Ling, he had come to Xuan Xiang as his nephew. I'm afraid his father wouldn't care either: Out of sight, out of mind, perhaps he would die outside, also...

Wan Tong saw that the ashen-clothed young master had a somewhat miserable expression, and quickly went over to rub him: "Young master doesn't need to be miserable, right now in Xuan Xiang he has made a great contribution, after returning his majesty will definitely look at you with different eyes!"

The ashen-clothed young master forced out a smile, and said: "I hope so......"

Who knows if he can make a great contribution? Perhaps he had done something inappropriate, and the Xuan Xiang emperor would take the opportunity to launch an attack on the Yue clan, the Yue clan had just invaded Bai Ling, and the snails couldn't even carry their own snails, and moreover, this side just happened to be accusing the prince, the split body lacked the method, throwing a mouse was afraid of breaking things, the Xuan Xiang emperor's one thought, was the survival of the Yue clan.

Forget it, perhaps he was thinking too much. His father was afraid he would directly let him go, let alone throwing a mouse was afraid of breaking things. Furthermore, he also heard that the palace had passed down secret documents during that time, saying that he and His Majesty were fundamentally different, more than half of the "Di Lac's son outside" was just a disguise, even if he had made great achievements, when he returned, he would still be the same.

The more he thought about it, this trip he had made was really worthless, just a failure. However, his talent for doing something for the Yue Clan's people, could be considered as fulfilling his duty as a "Prince".

"This time coming to Xuan Xiang, I can also take the opportunity to understand many other countries' customs, it should be very interesting! I heard that the emperor here always wears a pearl curtain on his head!"

The ashen-clothed young master snorted and smiled: "That's called a pearl curtain."

"Oh......" Wan Tong awkwardly touched his head.

Being teased like this by him, the ashen-clothed young master's spirit gradually improved, patting his head, and then turning his gaze back to the book.

Wan Tong raised his chin and curved his mouth: "Reading again... Reading again... What's so good-looking in the book, are there any beauties?"

The gray-clothed young master was both amused and annoyed, and was about to close the book and hit him on the head when he suddenly heard the horse-drawn carriage soldier pull the curtain and say in a low voice: "Your Highness the Prince, come quickly, I see the welcoming team."

Wan Tong excitedly stood up: "We've arrived at Yongjing?"

The army gradually slowed down, the soldiers driving the carriage "Hu" a horse-drawn carriage stopped halfway.

A neat cavalry team blocked the official road, the sound of the horses whining could be clearly heard from their noses. The general leading the cavalry rode a tall horse, with a sword hanging from his waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes, clasped his hands and bowed towards the two young generals of the Yue Clan: "This lowly general Cheng Wenyuan, following the emperor's orders, has come out ten miles from the city to welcome Your Highness the Prince." The voice was loud and clear, as clear as a bell, and

a single word was transmitted into the carriage. The two young generals also clasped their hands and were about to speak when a clear and immature voice suddenly came from the carriage, "Thank you General Cheng, thank you Your Majesty!" The voice was like a booming bell, making people wonder if the one sitting in the carriage was a young boy.

According to the information received, the young prince of the Moon Clan should be a young man of about twenty years old, why does this voice sound like a child? Although Cheng Wenyuan is a general, he has also seen a big event, he calmly turned his horse around, shouted loudly, the cavalry immediately divided into two routes, in the middle made a passage that was enough for a

horse carriage to pass through. Cheng Wenyuan said loudly: "This lowly general will let the prince lead the way!" After finishing speaking, he controlled his horse to advance in the passage. The Moon Clan messenger immediately understood, followed by whipping, Xuan Xiang and a group of cavalry waited for them to pass through, automatically forming into a group, following behind. The quick and orderly actions made the two young generals of the Moon Clan extremely impressed.

The group gradually arrived at the Yongjing city gate, on the official road there were more and more people walking, the noise also became more and more noisy. Wan Tong couldn't help but lean against the window to look outside, as if discovering the new continent, he turned around and waved at the ashen-clothed young master: "Young master, come and see, the gates of Yongjing are so tall! Much bigger than our capital!"

The ashen-clothed young master lifted his veil and glanced outside, it was indeed imposing, looking out at the city walls that were at least ten zhang high, all of which were made of huge ashen-colored stone blocks, on the city gates there were patrolling soldiers, the city gates on the walls were inlaid with huge marble carvings, the minister "Yongjing" The two words, truly worthy of being the leading great country of the Central Plains.

Entering the capital, on the road the horses and carriages were like water, the crowd of people followed each other, the buildings were close together, unusually prosperous. Wan Tong was extremely excited, all the way leaning against the window to look, wishing his eyes couldn't grow any longer. The ashen-clothed young master couldn't read the letter because he was so disturbed by him, he also looked at it together for a while.

The team slowly followed Chang'an Street inward for a while, and then arrived in front of the Imperial Iron Post Office. The Imperial Iron Post Office was a place specifically for foreign envoys to stay and wait, and all matters were handled by the imperial court.

Cheng Wenyuan pulled on the reins, turned around and got off his horse, saying, "Please, Your Highness, get off the carriage and go in."

The young general of the Yue Clan walked to the front of the carriage, lifted the curtains, a young boy stretched his head to look around, then slightly bent down and jumped off the carriage, and after stopping, extended his small hand towards the curtains.

Realizing that the main character was about to come out, Cheng Wenyuan reflexively stopped breathing.

Only saw a slender white hand covering the young boy's plump and tender palm, a young man in grey clothes slowly emerged from the curtain. His hair was both black and shiny, neatly reaching past his waist, only lightly tied with a grey hair tie, the hair delicately fluttering in the dusk wind. But to say how beautiful he was, Cheng Wenyuan felt that it was not, it was just that his skin was slightly white, his facial features at first glance looked delicate. About half a meter tall, the grey clothes covered with a white middle garment, a bit thin, the temperament was like a scholar. No way, he remembered that the Yue Clan people did not look that delicate?......

While he was still wondering, the young man in grey clothes had already arrived in front of him, clasped his hands and said: "This subject Huan'en, I have troubled the general to escort me all the way, would like to go in and have a cup of tea to rest for a bit?"

The clear and gentle voice, like a gentle breeze at night, made people feel comfortable. Cheng Wenyuan was momentarily unable to react, and said in a panic: "No...... Thank you...... For not disturbing Your Highness's rest, Your Highness still wants to enter the palace to see the Emperor in the future."

"Good. Then...... I will say goodbye here." Huan En smiled, turned around and entered the inn. The long black hair brushed against Cheng Wenyuan's armor in the wind, making him momentarily feel a little flustered.