When Bo Mu first met Song Shubai, he was only three years old and the fourth prince of Yongding. Behind him, the nine-layered palace was burning with blazing flames, as if it was going to burn away the entanglements of obsessed men and resentful women in the three thousand worlds.
At that time, Song Shubai was ten years old. He was wearing white clothes and his eyebrows were beginning to bloom, and he could already tell that he was beautiful. From a young age, he studied under Master Jiwu, the national master who was famous in the capital. He was also favored by the saint and became the prince's escort. He was very proud of himself as a young man.
Mu Mu lost his country and his family overnight, and his life was only saved with difficulty by others who looked down upon him.
Song Shubai carried the pitiful little dumpling lying on the ground back home. In the end, she couldn't stand up to Master Bo's hard work and her sorrow that she really didn't have the talent to nurse children, so she gave Bo Mu to Master Bo, who was newly married at the time, for adoption.
It was the middle of winter when Mr. Bo took Bo Mu away. Song Shu was so cold that he couldn't leave the house, so he had to bite his lips at the door and shouted unwillingly: "The surnamed Bo, in ten years, I will take him back in ten years."
Master Bo's voice drifted into a wisp of smoke in the snow: "It's a deal."
At that time Bo Mu was not called Bo Mu yet, his name was Xu Changge.
Bo Mu met Song Shubai for the second time. He was already thirteen years old. He had black hair in black clothes and handsome features, and he had the shadow of a handsome young man. He doesn't smile very often, but every time he smiles, it can be seen that he is sincere without any impurities.
Song Shubai was twenty years old and became the new national preceptor, rising up and down in the complex court.
He didn't want to involve such a simple young man in the intrigues of the court, but he had to do it.
This is fate, Song Shubai thought.
This time, I won't let you go.