Chapter 825

But when you see his face, you will be shocked, and then it is a pity.

Because a ferocious scar straddled the bridge of his nose, the wound looked like it had been for some years, but at the moment, it was still shocking enough to imagine the danger at that time.

"Brother Ningyuan, it turns out that you are here. I am easy to find!" A man in a splendid Satin Robe, with a golden crown and red lips and white teeth trotted across the flowers.

Ningyuan sniffed the sound and lifted his eyelids. When he saw the person coming, he lowered his head again and looked through the book of arms.

His loose sleeves were pulled to his elbows, and he was a little thin or even weak in appearance. However, from his exposed forearms, it can be found that the smooth and thin muscles covered the bones of his hands, and the scars left by fighting in the battlefield were the medals he left as the general.

"Brother Ningyuan, why don't you pay attention to me!"

The man gasped and ran to Ningyuan and sat down. He was about eighteen or nine years old, but somehow he caught up with Ningyuan, who was nearly ten years old.

Seeing Ningyuan's self absorbed reading, he didn't pay any attention to him. He was bored and angry for a while. Then he raised his hand to ravage the Magnolia which had reached his arm.

As soon as he reached out, he suddenly felt a sharp eye attack. He took back his hand and heard a warning, "don't touch my flower, Lizhao." The tone has no ups and downs, the voice is low, but it can make the people around him easily recognize the unhappiness in his tone.

Li Zhao, the ninth Prince of Li, is now the king of Zhao. The maternal concubine is a noble concubine in the palace. He is the only son of his. Naturally, there are thousands of favours and thousands of favours. There are not enough to hate.

It is also for this reason that Li Zhao is not old enough. After he left the palace to build his residence, he learned to linger in flowers, and sometimes came to talk about Ningyuan.

Fortunately, although he has a bad disposition, his heart is not bad. He would rather be far away than bear it.

"Brother Ningyuan, it's said that you are the God of death on the battlefield. You have a jade face. However, in my opinion, you don't have to!" Li Zhaoyi took out Ningyuan's military script, saying.

Rather far picked to pick eyebrow, oneself poured a cup of tea light sip. Neither refute nor answer.

Fortunately, Li Zhao had known his character for a long time. Otherwise, he really thought he was arrogant and didn't pay attention to the royal family.

"If you look at you, you can enjoy flowers, read books, taste tea and occasionally ask you to go out. You never pay attention to it. Can't you cultivate yourself in the mansion?"

Hearing this, Ning yuan raised Yang Mei's eyebrows. His pupils were very light and gray. When they were soaked by the sun, they immediately looked like two glass balls. He nodded slightly and asked, "no?"

Li Zhao is angry, "naturally! But I'm not afraid that you'll suffocate your body. Look at you. You don't want to be married when your father gives you a gift. Although you accept it, you will never touch your body. You... " Before the words came to an end, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and approached cautiously, asking: "brother Ningyuan, are you Like men? "

"Cough --"

when he just drank the imported tea, he almost spewed it out. Ningyuan finally had some superfluous expressions. He glanced at Li Zhao. "The emperor was still talking with me yesterday, when talking about you..."

"Wait!" Li Zhao had a headache when he thought of his father. He could not but see that he was too comfortable. He had to arrange a job for him, but he couldn't sit still.