After wearing the book, the regent quit.

Chapter 28

Xiao Fan's emotions are always hot and strong, but the way he expresses them is domineering and even arrogant.

Shen Mu knew all about this.

He just didn't expect Xiao Fan to be so crazy.

Polo is not a very safe sport, bumps and bumps are common, but like Xiao Fan, who picked up someone while riding a horse and then fell, fractures are considered minor injuries.

The most fearful thing is that his back will fall down like this. If the back of his head hits a hard object, it will be inconvenient to rescue him on the lawn.

Shen Mu propped up his body with both hands, glanced up and down at Xiao Fan, and after confirming that the young man hadn't hit anywhere, he stood up with force from his waist and stood up straight, with a gloomy expression.

The young man's eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse, "Is Yafu injured?"

Furious, if it wasn't for his status, Shen Mu just wanted to reprimand; after taking a few deep breaths, he took a step back and bowed to Xiao Fan, his words suppressed his anger, "I hope His Majesty can release the dragon body in the future." In the first place, if it is because of the injury of the minister, the minister really cannot bear it."

The surrounding area was very quiet, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that these two unprovoked kings of Hades were having a conflict, and wished they could run away immediately.

Jing Fan immediately ran to call the imperial physician, surrounded by the crowd, Xiao Fan frowned impatiently, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the back of Shen Mu leaving alone.

Just now he didn't feel it, but on the way back to the mansion, the feeling of fear gradually eroded. Shen Mu remained silent in the carriage, and Ah Qing, who followed silently, bowed his head and didn't dare to intervene. The two returned to the Prince Regent's mansion in silence.

The boy who was hit by the fur ball was waiting obediently in front of the mansion at this moment, when he saw Shen Mu get off the car, he immediately came up to greet him, saluted respectfully, his voice was still very immature.

Looking down at the injury on his arm, after seeing that it was properly treated, Shen Mu brought him into the house and asked some ordinary questions casually.

As he expected, the thin boy in front of him was named A Yu, and he was indeed picked up by an old man in charge of the racecourse; but the old man passed away three years ago, and the boy had to come to the racecourse to work for a living.

When A Yu replied, he still didn't dare to raise his head, and kept hiding his head; seeing this, Shen Mu frowned, and couldn't help asking, "Are you very afraid of me?"

"No!" The boy repeatedly waved his hands with flushed cheeks, glanced at the carefully bandaged wound, and stammered a little embarrassedly, "The villain is grateful, so he dare not raise his head."

This is true, if Shen Mu hadn't insisted on asking the imperial physician to look at his injuries, with the status of a boy, he would definitely not have the chance to be treated by the imperial physician.

Hearing a cooing sound, Shen Mu looked out the door, just in time to see a few pigeons raised by Uncle Wang settling down on the eaves, their vermilion bean big round eyes looking around, circling in the air from time to time and then flying back.

Look very clever.

Shen Mu looked the child up and down: this child has already changed his clothes, the clothes are made of inferior materials, washed and faded but clean and tidy, even wrinkles are rare.

"Are you willing to stay in the Prince Regent's Mansion and do things for the King?"

A Yu paused when he heard this, looked up at Shen Mu in surprise, then immediately knelt down and kowtowed to him, thanking him repeatedly.

After explaining clearly with a few short answers, Shen Mu called Uncle Wang who was weeding in the backyard, arranged for A Yu to live in the room next to him, and told him to take good care of him.

After the two left, Shen Mu took out the blueprint that Ah Qing had given him in advance and took a look at it. There was already news about the two houses he had taken a fancy to last time, saying that the houses had been taken care of. went in.

These two houses were carefully selected by Shen Mu after spending a lot of time, but now he is in a depressed mood, and the more he looks at the drawings, the more annoying he is, so he simply opens the drawer and wants to throw it in directly, but when he lowers his eyes, he sees lying quietly in the corner of the drawer. A memorial.

After opening it and looking at it, I remembered that this was written by him a long time ago.

Folding the blueprints and putting them in the folder, Shen Mu threw the memorial on the table, got up and talked to Granny Tian in the front hall.

As Shen Mu requested in the letter, Chu Puyu proposed in the early morning of the next day that he wanted to transport a batch of arms back to Nanman when he left Beijing, as military supplies for the next war.

This matter is in common sense and cannot be refuted, just when Shen Mu wanted to propose to find someone to accompany Little General Chu to escort the munitions, Xiao Huan volunteered and said, "I haven't seen Puyu for many years, why don't I let my ministers escort the munitions. "

As he said that, he tilted his head to look at Shen Mu, and smiled, "I wonder what the Regent King would like?"

"This king naturally thinks it's good." With a smile on his lips, Shen Mu was very satisfied, and asked Xiao Fan for instructions, "But everything depends on His Majesty's wishes."

Xiao Fan's eyes dimmed slightly on the dragon chair, and after wandering between Shen Mu and Xiao Huan several times, he nodded slowly.

He is no stranger to the man's smile at this moment, when Shen Mu settled accounts with Gao Ying on the high platform that day, Shen Mu also had such a light but deep smile on his face.

"Go and check whether there is any problem with the ammunition transported by Chu Puyu in the past," Xiao Fan walked towards the imperial study after going down to court, and ordered Jing Wen, "All batches must be checked one by one.",

In the early morning, Shen Mu was obviously in a bad mood, although his usual cold face was the same as usual, and he even chuckled lightly from time to time; but his intuition told Xiao Fan that the smile on Shen Mu's face was not a real smile.

Picking up a pen and dipping in the ink, Xiao Fan rubbed his wrist, hung his wrist to write a comment on the memorial, and soon after, Jing Fan announced from outside the door that the regent was asking to see him.

The ancestral hall was basically completed, and Shen Mu held two memorials in the imperial study room, one of which was a detailed report from the Ministry of Rites, and the other was about the fireworks that would be set off at the Huachao Festival in a few days.

Since early morning, he felt that Xiao Fan's right wrist was very stiff. Now that he was a little closer, he could clearly see the young man's slightly swollen right wrist.

Obviously, when I fell off the horse yesterday, I twisted my hand.

"There is nothing wrong with the details. Let the people from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Accounts check the accounts."

The young man on the dragon chair didn't notice it, but subconsciously frowned when he opened the second memorial, and raised his eyes to look at Shen Mu. "Why do you want to count the weapons all of a sudden?"

Shen Mu answered smoothly without changing his face, "The arsenal has not been counted for a long time, and it needs to be counted before setting off the fireworks. Why don't we check it together."

"Then why didn't you ask in the morning?"

"forget."

With an extraordinarily unfamiliar and indifferent tone, Xiao Fan put down the memorial with a flick of his fingertips, and unconsciously moved his right wrist, "Is Yafu feeling lonely? Just because Gu hugged you yesterday?"

When the young man turned his wrist, the originally invisible swelling on the inner side of the wrist was undoubtedly revealed. Compared with the left wrist, it was completely swollen.

"Your Majesty hugged me, what's the point of being angry," Shen Mu replied blankly; after finishing speaking, he couldn't bear to see the man's wound, and added in a more relaxed tone,

"Today is the first day of the Huachao Festival. Grandma said that she wants to go to the riverside to set off lanterns at night; if your majesty is busy with government affairs, can you--"

"can."

Before the words finished, Xiao Fan stood up directly, and under Shen Mu's surprised gaze, he said calmly, "I'm done with my solitude, let's go."

Shen Mu: "..."

I have to say that sometimes Xiao Fan really has the potential to be a fool.

When they came to the palace, the old man was still resting, so the two went directly to Shen Mu's room.

Worried about Xiao Fan's injured hand, Shen Mu turned around and came to the wooden shelf next to the window, opened a drawer with his back to the young man, and went to find the ointment for bruises inside.

There were many memorials piled up scattered on the table in front of him, Xiao Fan glanced at them casually, and the blueprint pressed in a memorial at the foot of the table made him frown slightly.

The blueprints were folded and pressed under the notebook, but the signs in the corner made him feel like he had seen them somewhere; from the corner of his eye, Shen Mu was still looking down for medicine in front of the wooden frame, and Xiao Fan raised his hand to read the memorial. When it was opened, the two panoramas of the house came into view.

——Among the piles of blueprints Jing Fan showed him that day, there were two identical blueprints.

So Shen Mu was seriously looking for a house.

Turning his gaze away, the vigorous and forceful words "please resign" on the playbook directly hit Xiao Fan's eyes.

The pupils shrank suddenly.

When looking for the medicine bottle, Shen Mu always felt that Xiao Fan behind him was too quiet, but when he turned around and came to him, the young man who was sitting with his back on the wooden chair had normal expression.

Twirling some light yellow ointment on the index finger of his right hand, Shen Mu leaned down a little, and lightly held the position above Xiao Fan's wrist with his right hand, intending to apply the ointment for him.

Perhaps it was because he had done too many transcendent things during this period, and he didn't feel that this action was too much at this time.

Until Xiao Fan shook off his hand.

With a pain in the metacarpophalangeal joints, the back of the hand knocked the medicine bottle on the table to the ground. Amid the cracking sound of "bang", the somewhat bitter smell of ointment quickly permeated the room.

In the past, even when he was insane enough to bite him, Xiao Fan never pushed him away; his right hand paused in the air, and the joint that hit the bottle began to turn red, and Shen Mu heard Xiao Fan asking in a low voice next to his ear. ,

"What kind of identity is Yafu now, giving medicine to Gu?"

Shen Mu was taken aback for a moment.

In his heart, what is the relationship between Xiao Fan and him?sworn enemy?friend?still......

"What on earth does Yafu take as an orphan?" Xiao Fan's self-deprecating low laughter continued in his ears, "A former hostile political opponent? A superior monarch? Or—"

"Chess pieces that coax you when you're interested, and discard them when you're not interested?"

The author has something to say: someone is going to be scolded today qwq

Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, everyone!