Since Jiu Wang insisted, Yuan Wulang and Cui Ying had no choice but to let him have his way.

  Before long, a large vehicle loaded with ingredients and seasonings was ready to be shipped.

  When it was time to leave, Cui Ying suddenly became interested in Yuan Wulang's mount, a sorrel horse named Fu Su.

  She opened her big eyes and asked in an extremely expectant tone, "Husband, can I ride a horse with you?"

  Yuan Wulang shook his head, "It's cold outside, and the wind is even stronger after leaving the city. You'd better take a carriage, it's more comfortable."

  He saw Cui Ying's face reveal a disappointed expression, and he couldn't help but say, "If you want to learn how to ride a horse, when I get back home, there is a stable in the eastern suburbs of Shengjing City. The owner is my friend, and I'll take you there."

  Choi Yeong hugged his arm and refused, "But I want to ride."

  She blinked her big, shining eyes and gazed at him with deep feeling, "I can wear more clothes and wrap myself up tightly, that way I won't be afraid of the cold."

  Yuan Wulang was immediately charmed by her gentle words and couldn't refuse at all.

  He reluctantly agreed, but then thought for a moment and said, "However, I have one condition."

  Cui Ling's face turned slightly red, thinking that the condition Ruan Wulang could propose would be to get close to her, and she couldn't help but glance at him with some embarrassment, "In broad daylight, don't be too excessive."

  These days he has been inseparable from her, and he can't stop thinking about that thing, until she repeatedly apologizes.

  If it weren't for her diligent morning exercises at home, she would still be in good physical shape; if it were another young girl, wouldn't she have been exhausted to death?

  The idle general at home has an excess of energy, and the accumulated surplus physical strength is quite astonishing.

  It's not easy to go to the front line, thinking that I can finally take a breather, but if he still doesn't know how to be tired, she has no idea what to do.

  Who would have thought that Yuan Wulang burst out laughing after hearing this.

  He couldn't help but pinch her pale and delicate cheek, "Ling'er, what's going on in that little brain of yours! I just suggested you change into a man's attire, it's more convenient for riding horses, look at you, where did your mind go!"

  "But..." He winked at her slyly. "But you've reminded me of my duties as a husband, and since you think so highly of me, I mustn't disappoint you. Just wait..."

  Cui Ling cried out in distress and reached out to pound Wu Lang's chest, "Hey, hey, hey!"

  She caught sight of the guards standing all around, though those soldiers were not close enough to hear the content of their conversation, but she always felt that she was being stared at by many eyes. She felt uncomfortable.

  She couldn't help but bury her head in Wu Lang's chest. She said with embarrassment, "Do you have to say these things outside? Aren't you afraid of being overheard?"

  Yuan Wulang hugged her tightly and replied with a proud smile, "What's wrong with that? You're my wife, I love you and care for you. It's a perfectly legitimate thing to do, and there's nothing shameful about it."

  It seemed that he was demonstrating to the soldiers who were whispering and laughing around him, and he even deliberately used his hand to touch Cui Ling's hair.

  This is an expression of his satisfaction and delight, as well as a declaration of ownership.

  Cui Ling awkwardly extricated herself, to avoid General Yuan Youzhi making an even more childish move in public, she hastily changed the subject, "I don't have men's clothes, what should I wear?"

  Yuan Wulang thought for a moment and smiled, saying "Follow me!"

  The Canglan House was originally where the young master of Lingyun lived. When Master Lingyun sent his family away, he left everything behind except for their valuables, including all the daily necessities.

  He remembered there were several smaller-sized shirts in his closet at home. They should fit just right.

  Choi Yong is so big, but it's the first time he wears men's clothing, and he feels quite curious about it.

  She was born delicate and wore boys' clothes, which were quite suitable. She stood in front of the copper mirror, looking left and right, then turned around in front of Yuan Wulang and asked, "Husband, do I look good?"

  Yuan Wulang saw his beautiful wife, dressed up, and became a powdered and jade-like young master.

  He couldn't help but smile and say, "You look great, Fei Er, you look good in anything."

  In fact, women wearing skirts and riding horses may not be very convenient, but it's not impossible either.

  Yuan Wulang made this proposal mainly because of his desire to monopolize in his heart.

  His wife was too beautiful, no matter where she went, she always attracted people's attention.

  If she would just sit quietly in the carriage, that would be fine, but she insists on riding with him, and along this road, who knows how many people will be enchanted by her beauty.

  Just thinking about it, his heart felt a little sour.

  Cui Ying didn't think of this place at all.

  She dressed up as a man for the first time and was in high spirits, so she let Wu Lang carry her onto the horse and galloped away from the Lingyun Mansion with unparalleled excitement.

  Jiǔ Wáng stood on the watchtower, watching as a pair of people embracing each other intimately rode away on a sorrel horse.

  They stuck together as if no force, no matter how great, could ever tear them apart.

  His eyes gradually dimmed, as if a thousand-year-old well had an unspeakable sorrow.

  Shaowu was heartbroken, puffed out his cheeks and said discontentedly, "General Yuanwu and the prince are such good friends, but he doesn't know what the prince sacrificed for him."

  He spoke with great discontent, "Even if they are a loving couple, there's no need to be so affectionate in front of the prince all the time. Don't they know they should consider the prince's feelings?"

  Although these words are somewhat exaggerated and unreasonable, they are indeed a sincere expression of his true feelings.

  He grew up with Wang Ye since childhood, and no one knows what kind of person Wang Ye is better than him.

  Although the Ninth King has a reputation for being greedy and lustful, he is actually one of the cleanest and most self-disciplined people inside.

  He played with the flower crowd, but was forced to do so in order to protect himself.

  It was such a person who had finally taken a liking to a woman, and in order to give her the greatest glory, he openly and honorably married her as his legitimate wife, enduring for two years.

  In these two years, Wang Ye had the opportunity to see Cui Jiu Xian Sheng.

  But he always kept a distance from her, never taking a step closer, just to avoid tarnishing her with his bad reputation.

  So much effort and hard work, but ultimately it all came down to one small mistake.

  General Yuan took advantage of the situation...

  It's really hard to understand why someone with your status as a prince would give up the woman you like?

  At first when the emperor gave the imperial order for marriage, Prince Wang should have stopped it!

  The king didn't come out, he locked himself in the temple for two days and two nights, when the door opened again, he acted as if nothing had happened.

  He originally thought that Wang Ye had let Cui Jiuniang go.

  But it wasn't until Cui Jiuniang came to Muzhou City as Yuan Wunai's mother that he realized, the king had never let go.

  What is love? I'm still confused and don't understand.

  But the king's gaze at Yuan Wunai's back was as scorching hot as he could see it all.

  He guessed in his heart. The king's feelings for Yuan Wuniang, probably like his feelings for Xiaohuang Shu, although he thought it was not good, but still couldn't help thinking about it all the time, and after reading it, he would dream about it all night.

  Determined to stay away, but it's like being poisoned and addicted, always hard to forget.

  But he wanted to see Xiaohuang's book can be bought, after buying it will never run away, but Yuan Wuniang is always someone else's!

  He felt increasingly indignant for the Ninth Prince and said angrily, "Wait until they return after the New Year. Think of a way to invite Madame Yuan back to Shengjing, lest she stays here and you feel heartbroken."

  Jiǔ Wáng shot him a cold glance, his eyes gleaming with icy chill.

  "He sternly rebuked, 'You're a bit too much. If you continue like this, it's you who should return to Shengjing City.'"

  Whether as the ninth king, the emperor's brother and subject, or as the ninth king, Yuan Wulang's good brother, both identities have destined him to be a distant observer of Cui Rong in this life.

  No, it's better if there isn't even a watchtower.

  But two years of longing cannot be easily abandoned overnight.

  If it could be easily forgotten, then what's called deep affection wouldn't be worth cherishing.

  The emotions that have been suppressed by force. It's okay when I don't see her, but once I see that dreamy face, it still rushes in like a tidal wave.

  But he thought, even deeper wounds will heal eventually, and even greater pain will subside.

  All he needs is just the passage of time.

  By then, the beautiful figure deep in his heart had become a scab on the wound, hard but destined to fall off eventually.

  Jiu Wang stood at the top of the high watchtower, taking a deep breath of the cold December wind.

  His eyes greedily gazed at the entwined silhouettes of their backs, watching them disappear into the distance, becoming smaller and smaller shadows.

  At some unknown time, those starry eyes had become misty with tears.

  He pursed his lips and warned himself, this is the last time!

  It won't be like this again...

  The deep feelings of the nine kings are hard to express, and Cui Ying naturally has no way to perceive them.

  At this moment, she was tightly attached to Yuan Wulang's chest, concentrating her mind on the road ahead.

  This was her first time riding a horse, and although it was novel, she was also somewhat apprehensive, fearing that if she wasn't careful, she would be thrown off by the chestnut-colored stallion, Fusu, who was even more arrogant than its master.

  Yuan Wulang kept comforting her, but she was still tense all over, looking very nervous.

  He couldn't help it and decided to try to shift her attention.

  "Ying'er, are you planning to go to the front line and cook a reunion dinner for Father and Third Brother and Fourth Brother yourself?"

  As expected, for a top-notch foodie, even in the face of danger, food can always give her courage and confidence.

  Cui Ying suddenly forgot that she was still on horseback, and hastily nodded her head. "Yes, Father likes the dishes I make, and I'm sure Third Brother and Fourth Brother will like them too."

  She looked up at Wu Lang's chin with difficulty, and made a great effort to show him her fingers. "There is no big chef like Master Tang or Master Liu to help here, so it's probably impossible to make very exquisite food. However, I've already thought about what to eat for New Year's Eve dinner!"

  Yuan Wulang took his whiskers and rubbed her face, "Oh? What are you planning to do?"

  " Sour soup with fatty beef, spicy and sour soup, boiled beef, meat sandwich, beef fire... "

  Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed excitedly, "And there's also a whole roasted sheep!"

  ps：

  Sorry about the late update today. I actually finished writing it yesterday, but couldn't find a network to post it. Today and tomorrow will have one update each, and Monday will have three updates. Thank you!