Song Wanchen, the youngest son of Ming Yu, sent troops to garrison in southern Xinjiang with the fifteen-year-old Dingyu Marquis Gu Chiyan when he was ten years old.
The young prince blinked his beautiful eyes, pulled the corner of Gu Chiyan's clothes, and shook him again and again.
The pear blossoms were rustling, and the young general always leaned against the tree, raising his sword eyebrows high and raising the tail of his eyes, his peach blossom eyes full of teasing.
"Why do you like to pull people's clothes so much?
"You are really used to being pampered and arrogant.
"Lawlessness."
Song Wanchen under the pear tree may have lived in the capital for too long, and his eyes looked a little arrogant to everyone.
The frivolous little prince is always showy and wanton.
Gu Chiyan was dressed in a red robe and raised the corner of his mouth: "I am about to pacify the southern border. Your Highness has nothing to say to me?"
"Invincible."
I only heard the man give a short smile: "I accept your good words."
Gu Chiyan always smiles.
He raised his hand to touch the ends of Song Wanchen's eyes. Maybe it was because the ends of his eyes were always slightly red.
He lowered his eyes and laughed softly: "Your eyes are really endearing."
Song Wanchen looked at him, pursed his lips and said nothing, but his ears were slightly stained red.
The desire in Gu Chiyan's eyes became deeper and deeper. He leaned over and stopped next to the ear of the young prince, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's really heart-wrenching."
The original six years have passed so quickly, and the pear blossoms are still in bloom.
Song Wanchen was still the young prince of Ming Yu, who wore bright clothes and angry horses, and Gu Chiyan was still the general guarding southern Xinjiang.
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