Quick Wear: The first person to love the host

Chapter 209: The Enemies in the Capital Have a Fall in Love with Each Other 26

The sky was clear on the day of departure.

The emperor personally saw him off with his civil and military officials. Standing on the city wall, he looked down at the densely packed soldiers and said in a deep voice, "May the prince return triumphantly and strengthen our country's prestige!"

"Enhance our country's prestige!!!"

"Enhance our country's prestige!!!"

"Enhance our country's prestige!!!"

The soldiers below shouted in unison, shaking the sky.

The emperor nodded slightly. The Sixth Prince behind him looked at the spectacular scene, a trace of emotion flashed across his face. He thought to himself that if he inherited the throne one day, he would definitely spare his second brother's life based on his courage in going to the battle for the country today.

Li Junze was wearing silver-white armor and had a stern expression. He sat upright on the horse's back, and his fingers holding the reins turned slightly white due to the force.

After looking around and not seeing Su Ziyu, a trace of regret flashed across his eyes, and then he comforted himself that Su Ziyu was always a sleepy guy, and it was still early, so he must still be sleeping soundly on the couch.

Thinking of Su Ziyu's quiet and well-behaved sleeping face, Li Junze couldn't help but smile. He reached out to take the farewell wine handed by Eunuch Li, raised his head and drank it all. Then he waved his hand to his soldiers and said in a loud voice: "Move out!"

Following his command, a thunderous sound of horse hooves came from near and far, shaking the earth slightly. Looking around, it seemed like a black dragon was winding endlessly. The bright flags of Dali fluttered under the sky. The scene was magnificent.

In less than half an hour, the army arrived at Shibaliting.

From a distance, I saw a carriage parked there. Two women in white clothes and wearing felt hats were standing in the pavilion. It seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.

Li Junze remembered that Yuan Yuanbao had mentioned when he came back to report that day that the fourth young lady of the Xin family seemed to be coming to see him off.

He had no interest in this and did not want to stay any longer. He clamped his legs around the horse's belly, grasped the reins and was about to speed away. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to whip the horse, a gust of wind blew and blew away a corner of the felt hat of the person in the pavilion.

Li Junze had sharp eyes and saw a pair of familiar eyes out of the corner of his eye.

It’s Su Ziyu.

He had stared at those eyes all night long, and they were already deeply imprinted in his mind, and he would never make a mistake.

When Li Junze thought of Su Ziyu disguising himself as a woman to see him off, his breathing suddenly stagnated. A hint of surprise flashed across his indifferent eyes, and his heart began to beat violently involuntarily.

The disappointment he had felt for not seeing Su Ziyu in the farewell team disappeared instantly. Li Junze tried his best to control his excitement and ordered Pei Qingcheng to lead the troops first. He would catch up immediately after he finished dealing with things here.

Li Junze stopped three meters away from the pavilion. He dismounted and walked towards the two holding the reins, "Fourth Miss Xin."

In the pavilion, Xin He bowed slightly and saluted, "Greetings to His Royal Highness, the battlefield is dangerous and unpredictable. I have prepared some things for His Royal Highness, and I hope His Royal Highness will take care of himself. Qingluo, please give the bag to His Royal Highness for me."

The person called Qingluo was Su Ziyu.

Su Ziyu thought he had missed the opportunity to see Li Junze off, but he was unexpectedly awakened by Lu Zhu in the early morning, saying that Xin He had something important to discuss with him.

He washed and dressed sleepily, then boarded the carriage to the other courtyard. However, as soon as he arrived at the other courtyard, Xin He mysteriously pulled him into another carriage, saying that he was going to see Li Junze.

After several hours of bumpy carriage ride, we finally caught up.

Su Ziyu's face was still a little pale at this moment, but fortunately, his felt hat covered it and no one noticed. He picked up the bag on the stone table with some difficulty and slowly moved over.

The bundle contained the armor that he had entrusted to the craftsman to make a few months ago, and it was just completed and taken back two days ago. He originally planned to find a suitable time to send it, but he didn't expect to delay it until now.

As Su Ziyu approached, Li Junze's gaze on him became increasingly scorching, with a hint of an imperceptible morbid dark light, as if he was trying to see his expression clearly through the white felt hat.

Su Ziyu tried hard to hand him the bundle, but Li Junze did not reach out to take it. Instead, he suddenly leaned in close, put his lips close to the white gauze of the felt hat, and asked in a low voice, "Does your mouth still hurt?"

"How do you know...?"

A surprised male voice came from the felt hat. Su Ziyu's body stiffened suddenly. He frowned in annoyance and pursed his lips slightly, realizing that he shouldn't have spoken just now.

But how did he know that his mouth hurt?

When he woke up the day before yesterday, his mouth was inexplicably swollen, even more serious than any other time. If he was not in his own house, he would really suspect that there was a flower thief in the house.

Li Junze raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said teasingly: "Miss Qingluo has a very clear voice."

Seeing that he did not recognize him, Su Ziyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to speak rashly. He just handed the bag in his hand to him again, motioning him to take it quickly.

The armor was made of fine iron and weighed nearly 80 kilograms, close to the weight of a thin woman. He was just a weak and feeble dude, and he had already reached his limit after carrying it for a few steps.

Noticing that Su Ziyu's hand began to tremble slightly, Li Junze stopped teasing him, stretched out his hand, covered his palm with his, and supported his hand to share his weight.

Li Junze's palms were very hot, and they instantly warmed up Su Ziyu's slightly cold hands.

Su Ziyu was so attracted by the warmth that he forgot to pull his hand back.

It was not until his eyes passed through the veil and he noticed the half-smile on Li Junze's face and the other's calloused fingertips rubbing the back of his hand that Su Ziyu came to his senses and quickly pulled back.

However, he held it tightly and failed.

Su Ziyu frowned slightly. What was wrong with Li Junze? Why was he so rude to a little maid like her?

Just when he was confused, Li Junze suddenly said, "Why are you hiding, Prince Su? I won't eat you."

Su Ziyu:...Damn it, this guy must have recognized me just now!

Seeing that his disguise failed, Su Ziyu gave up and said, "Since Your Highness has recognized me, please take the bag quickly. But don't get me wrong, I am not worried about you. I am just afraid that you will die on the battlefield and you will be bored without an opponent."