But looking at Zong Ruichen’s appearance, the lord did not tell him about the news of his undercover operation, so it was normal to feel puzzled.
So Gongsun You started to make up a story without guilt. “After the Fourth Highness had such an incident, we menkes also have to choose another enlightened ruler. Fortunately was appreciated by His Highness the Crown Prince, therefore this lowly one followed.”
“I see.”
Zong Ruichen nodded, put down the tongs in his hand, and turned back into the camp.
By the time the Xuan Cavalry had finished their dinner and extinguished the burning fire in the camp, leaving only the one in the center, Mu Yuanlong had not been able to wait for His Highness to return.
Taking advantage of this free time, he was worried about the main camp.
Generally speaking, the main camp was only for the main general, and the deputy generals could only live in smaller camps.
But now although His Highness had taken over the command, the King of Beining was still in the army.
Both were famous generals in the Great Wilderness, and the emperor did not give extra instructions, so he couldn’t give the King of Beining the treatment of a deputy general. Taking a step back, this person was also a genuine prince, and his treatment would not be lower than that of the main general in terms of specifications.
However, when they left the Imperial City this time, they only brought one big tent.
One couldn’t arrange both His Highness and the King of Beining in the main tent.
Just as Mu Yuanlong was worried, there was a sound of horse hooves outside the camp.
“Your Highness! You’re back!”
As he walked out quickly, the white-clothed prince just got off Zhao Yebai, and patted the latter’s beautiful mane as a reward.
After a chase and rush along the way and forcibly drying with internal force, Zong Luo’s clothes were a bit damp, half-dry and half-wet hanging on his body. But as long as one had discerning eyes, one could see the traces of being soaked by rain water on it, and large areas of diluted mud.
“Third Imperial Brother, you’re back!”
Zong Ruichen, holding a tube of letters, brightened his eyes, hurriedly ran over, and his eyes swept over him without a trace, “Where is the King of Beining?”
Zong Luo said lightly, “I don’t know.”
He really didn’t know.
On the vast wilderness, after saying that retaliatory sentence “Because you have fallen in love with me”, Zong Luo lay on the ground, his face kept a mocking smile, waiting for Yu Beizhou’s response.
Just like the sentence “Do you like me?” he said before, the original intention was to disgust Yu Beizhou, but when he said it, it seemed like he was asking himself.
However, the latter sentence was a declarative sentence, with a stronger aggressiveness, more capable of stabbing the other, hitting the bullseye.
Unexpectedly, Yu Beizhou didn’t say anything.
He neither rebutted in anger because he was hit in the sore spot, nor did he simply give up.
The young man in red kept the posture of pressing him under him, silent for a long time, like a silent statue.
In the end, he finally got up, took a deep look at Zong Luo, and left without looking back.
From beginning to end, he didn’t say a word.
This made Zong Luo feel absurd in his heart.
Half a year ago, after Yu Beizhou told him the truth about his life, he was also like this, in a daze, turning around and leaving without saying a word.
Now, everything was replayed again. It’s just that the positions were swapped.
The only difference was that Yu Beizhou’s expression was very calm. Why he left, Zong Luo didn’t know, but it was definitely not the painful state he was in at the beginning.
Yu Beizhou’s reaction was undoubtedly that he successfully hit the opponent’s death spot.
Zong Luo should have been happy.
However, he didn’t have the good mood he imagined, but was rather irritable.
Before saying this sentence, he was sure that Yu Beizhou was evading, afraid, fearful, and stubborn. He was clearly in love, but he was afraid to admit it.
After saying it, Zong Luo realized that he might have made a mistake somewhere.
But where exactly was the mistake, he couldn’t figure it out.
Mu Yuanlong asked in a low voice, “Should I send someone to find him?”
“No need.” Zong Luo waved his hand and said no more.
He walked back to the main tent.
There was not much stuff in the tent, obviously Yu Beizhou didn’t bring much when he left the Imperial City.
In a daze, Zong Luo suddenly remembered a sentence he had said.
[Admit it, Yu Beizhou, you don’t accomplish a task with ease as you show.]
It wasn’t until now that he finally understood.
After Zong Luo made it clear, the look in Yu Beizhou’s eyes was not the struggle of an evader facing reality, but rather confusion.
Like a child who had never received this toy, the first time someone pointed out the existence of the toy, he lowered his head but found that his hands were empty, and his face showed confusion.
