prince attendant

Chapter 1

When Mu Jiuhan was born, it was a cold day in Sanjiu, and the snow outside the house was as big as goose feathers. His father looked at the snow and ice outside the house and said that this child is used to tossing people. If he was born in such a cold day, he should be called Jiuhan. , antifreeze.

Whether it is antifreeze or not is still to be verified. Anyway, Mu Jiuhan is indeed like a child born in the heavy snow. When he grows up, he will become a snow-white doll. He is not afraid of people or clinging to others, just quiet, so compared with other overly active children, he looks very dazed.

On the first week of the year, Mu Jiuhan took a jade bead in one hand and a Buddhist scripture in the other - his parents couldn't find the Four Books and Five Classics for a while, and it happened that an old monk a few days ago asked for alms, so he randomly placed them on the table.

This is very interesting. I don’t know who said something. Let’s guess whether Xiao Jiuer will become a monk first and then make money in the future, or will he make money first and then become a monk?

Then this man was driven out by his mother with a rolling pin, saying that he was a monk and had to get a daughter-in-law to inherit the family property when he grew up.

Although the Mu family's property is only a small restaurant, it is also a family property.

Mu Jiuhan's mother, Zhao Zhixian, was a music master in the palace. When she was young, she was a very famous music concubine. After meeting Mu Jiuhan's father, he stopped going on stage and only concentrated on teaching the younger generation.

As for Mu Jiuhan's father, he was just a gambler. Because of his good looks and smooth words, he tricked his mother into being his wife. At that time, everyone felt that the beauty was a dusty, wrongly matched man, and they all felt sorry for her. However, after Mu Jiuhan's father got married, he quit gambling. Mu Jiuhan's mother paid for a tavern in the outskirts of the city, so he only concentrated on running the tavern.

Because of his work in the palace, his mother could only come back once every ten days, and his father usually chatted and played cards with the guests in the tavern, and didn't care much about Mu Jiuhan, so Mu Jiuhan had no one to take care of him since he was a child, but he was quiet by nature. He didn't grow up to look like a demon king in the world.

When he was older, Mu Jiuhan often sat in front of his small shop, usually without changing seats for an afternoon, sometimes holding a book to read, sometimes raising his head to study the rising and setting of the sun, or nothing. I don't want to sit there in a daze.

He usually wears white or washed-yellow clothes, and the color of his eyebrows, eyes, and lips seems to be drawn out with ink and ink, as if he lacks color, so he is very dull. Sitting on the steps, he looks like a pair of people together. Faded old painting.

Obviously only a child of eleven or twelve years old, the age to play wildly in the mountains and plains, but he doesn't like to mess around with others, he just stays in one place quietly, playing by himself, and he doesn't know what fun it is, Ask him why he doesn't play with other children, and he says it's boring.

At such a young age, he even said it was boring.

But with a stubborn temper like a needle hidden in cotton, Wang Feng mixed a drop of wine into Mu Jiuhan's teacup, and he put it down after taking a sip, refusing to take a second sip no matter what.

Crazy Wang laughed and said:

"It's strange, you don't think anything is interesting, and you care so much about a sip of wine."

"It's not like I don't have a sense of taste."

Mu Jiuhan frowned, feeling as if he was being treated like a fool.

Crazy Wang is a gray-haired old man who only knows his surname is Wang and is crazy, so everyone calls him Crazy Wang.It's not unusual for the two to know each other. At that time, Mu Jiuhan was sitting at the door, and Crazy Wang was going to pretend to be seriously ill to cheat him of money, but Mu Jiuhan watched him tearfully and acted for an hour. He didn't mean to go over to help, but just looked at him. In the end, the old man had to admit defeat, and pretended to say that the child was very cold-hearted. Mu Jiuhan raised his head and looked at him leisurely, and said that I have seen many real people. dying people, you are not like them.

Crazy Wang was immediately frightened:

"Xiaowa, did you do it on purpose?"

Mu Jiuhan nodded, and said that I just want to know how long you can persist. Just now I saw you crush a grasshopper to death, and the green water stuck to your clothes.

Crazy Wang immediately acted as if he ate the grasshopper.

Father Mu came out from the door. He was watching the whole process, but now he laughed so hard that his stomach hurts.

Said: "Your old man also has a day of being a donkey, or a child, it is not ashamed."

The others also laughed, and amidst the laughter, Crazy Wang ran away with Mu Jiuhan in his arms.

At the end of the alley, a fenced yard appeared.

Before Mu Jiuhan could react from the fact that he was being held hostage, his finger was cut by the old man who hadn't known him for a long time. He subconsciously took a breath, looked down, and saw blood dripping on an unknown person. Half a cup of blood froze into blood clots in the cold cup that was taken out from somewhere.

"You will be my apprentice from now on."

Crazy Wang said complacently.

Mu Jiuhan clutched his fingers, deeply feeling that this should be a kind of child abduction.

It's a pity that he didn't see his parents looking for him when it was dark. He lay on the weeds of Crazy Wang's yard, rolling the beads in the wooden box with the maze engraved in all directions.

At the same time, he couldn't help but use all the words his mother taught him to lament that it's really a bad day to rob civilian men in broad daylight.

Then he also established a master-student relationship, and came to practice Wuqinxi with Crazy Wang every day. It must be said that it was some kind of superb martial arts. I couldn't resist, so I had to admit it.

When you are 12 years old, you should wear something red, or you will be unlucky. I don’t know when the rules were passed down.

However, no one knows why Mu Jiuhan resisted this color. On the first day of the new year, his mother hugged him and asked him to wear red. He turned back and forth like a fish about to be scaled. As a way, my mother tied a piece of red jade with a red string and hung it around his neck. It was better than nothing, and I barely passed.

Later, Mu Jiuhan said that he knew that he would meet you, a psychopath, and I would wear red clothes to get through that year if I vomited every day.

Ji Yiwo was laughing on the soft couch trembling wildly, books and cups were turned over on the floor.

The servants of the palace stood outside the door, lined up in a row, watching their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, not daring to say a word, the prince has a lonely and weird temperament, if he smiles with you at one moment, he can kill the knife the next moment. Send it to your heart, so that people dare not slack off.

It's just a pity that at the very beginning, Mu Jiuhan didn't see the true nature of the prince at a glance, and he didn't have any ability to predict.

It was April. On the way back from Madman Wang, Mu Jiuhan saw more than a dozen people standing in front of the biggest flower tree at the entrance of the alley from a distance. They seemed to be people and clothes that Mu Jiuhan had never seen before. It looked very expensive, he looked at it for a while, but he didn't stop to watch, he didn't have any habit of joining in the fun.

But when he was about to walk past, he heard a voice saying: "This tree is fiery red, and no one appreciates it. It is placed here from blooming to decaying, and no one cares about it. Then when it blooms such flowers, it should be How sad."

This is really hypocritical, or the kind of hypocrisy that is full and has nothing to do.

Mu Jiuhan slandered silently in his heart. He wanted to ignore the passing by, but suddenly stopped, and then turned around, and saw the leader standing under the tree. The whitish red is different, but the orthodox vermilion. The clothes are embroidered with large lifelike roses, and there are pearls and jade jingle bells around the waist. Looking up, there is a pair of red phoenix eyes intoxicated in their own world. Cinnabar.

As if sensing Mu Jiuhan's gaze, the other party also looked over, blinked, and then smiled at Mu Jiuhan. Mu Jiuhan looked at it in a daze, and there was an illusion that the flower tree became a spirit.

It's really because this young master has a noble and handsome appearance, he doesn't look more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is dressed so well, he is probably some kind of nobleman in the capital.

Although Mu Jiuhan is young, he also knows that red is the most respected in this dynasty. The emperor Taizu and the concubine started from the rose Jincheng. Although the rose is not the national flower, it is not easy to use.

Being looked at like this, it seems that I should say something to express my opinion, which is reasonable, after all, I have lived here for many years.

So Mu Jiuhan said, "Boring."

After uttering two words, Mu Jiuhan turned around and continued on his way back, but before he had taken three steps, three strong men wearing the same clothes stood silently in front of him.

He looked up, blinking.

Turning around clearly, the boy looked at the psycho who was still focused on the tree.

Probably because he was really tired from watching, the man turned around as if he was about to leave. Seeing Mu Jiuhan looking at him without blinking, he said as if he was startled: "Aren't you going?"

Jiuhan turned his head and glanced at the three warriors, then silently looked at this person, his expression was very obvious, your people are blocking the road, how can I get through?

"I didn't say stop you."

The young man smiled and said incredulously: "The road left should be enough for you to pass. Don't you have to pass on this road without a single person? Why are people always so selfish?"

……

Mu Jiuhan felt that something was wrong, but what he said seemed to make sense, and he couldn't refute it.

So without saying anything, he walked over the ridge on the far left, and there was really no obstacle.

……

Really boring.

Mu Jiuhan secretly slandered, so much so that when he returned to his home, he still felt that this was an incomprehensible thing. Who was so conniving and let a psychopath out to wander around.

The mentally ill young man is the prince of the country, named Ji Yi, styled Yangxiu, who was ordered to make a private visit through a micro-service to find his destined companion. He has just visited the outskirts of the city privately.