He teased me very much when he was treating illnesses [Quick Transmigration]

The other people in the study room heard the words and wanted to stand up and salute, but saw the emperor in casual clothes waving his hands: "Just worry about yourself, just pretend I'm not here."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The room returned to silence.

But there is an extra emperor in the room, and there is really no one who can really play chess by himself. Among the few present, which one will be the most fuel-efficient lamp?

Especially Yu Wenjie's other children.

"Aying, has the emperor always been like this before? Only the seventh prince is in his eyes?"

Jiang Ning asked Yu Wenying, who was separated by a road, with thoughtful eyes.

"Well, the Seventh Emperor's brother is not in good health. Father always loves him the most." In other words, he only loves him.

Yu Wenying leaned towards the rear obliquely. Sure enough, the father he admired since he was a child, only had a serious and indifferent father in his impression. At this time, the corner of his mouth was smiling, his eyes were soft, and he had become a stranger he had never known before. .

Among their so many brothers and sisters, no one has ever been hugged by the father, received a smile from the father, or even a word of praise.

He still remembered that eight years ago, the eighth emperor's younger sister had a high fever and almost couldn't be rescued. She only yelled for her father, and Concubine Hui tried her best to beg, but she had to say: "The seventh prince is seriously ill, and the emperor can't smoke." Get away'.

But what did he see now?

Being so close to that sick child, so kind, even though the other party frowned and complained, he still stayed by the side without complaint, offering tea and pastries.

"Father, can you stop talking?" Tang Song held on to his son and got angry at Yu Wenjie impatiently.

He thought about it himself, but just as he was about to go down, he heard in his ears: This is not good, he should come here.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Taifu couldn't stand it anymore, and began to guide Fu Dongsheng. In the end, the players who played chess evolved from Tang Song and Fu Dongsheng to Yu Wenjie and Wang Taifu.

Both of them are good at chess, and they always play chess together, Wang Taifu didn't want to give in to the emperor's thinking at all, it took half an hour for you to come and go.

The chessboard is still undecided.

Tang Song was drowsy while watching, but Fu Dongsheng was concentrating on watching. Seeing him like this, Wang Taifu explained more when he was down.

Gradually, next to the four of them, more students gathered around, no longer afraid of Yu Wenjie, and surrounded the place tightly.

"Don't crowd around, step back."

Yu Wenjie saw Tang Song leaning on the table, tossing and turning uncomfortably, thinking that it might be due to the poor air flow.

"Father, my son doesn't understand. Why do you want to go down in this corner? Wouldn't the place in front of him be better?"

Flexible and not easily blocked.

Yu Wenjie didn't say a word, and it wasn't until after a few back and forths that he explained: "I just want to feed him, so this way, the way to survive will be greater."

Sure enough, for the sake of that corner, the Taifu slightly neglected the upper piece, resulting in more hope for the chess pieces that had no way out.

However, in the end Taifu Wang, who held the sunspots, won.

The old man was smiling, and the beard on his chin was almost raised to the sky.

"Taifu's chess skills are the same as before, I feel ashamed."

"The emperor praised it, praised it hahahahahaha." The loud laughter pierced through the bricks and tiles of the roof, startling the sparrows that were resting on the branches.

Since then, Yu Wenjie would visit the study from time to time, and occasionally join the class, and these were unprecedented things before Tang Song came.

Sometimes Yu Wenying wondered if his father could give himself a little bit of the look in Yu Wenyi's eyes, would he still be blinded by jealousy.

But in the end he gave himself the answer: yes.

He is not the kind of person who is easily satisfied. On the contrary, he has the bad roots of all people, such as greed.

May [-]th is the season of colorful flowers and plants. Tianyuan Kingdom was officially entered into the annals of history on this day. Every year at this time, Yanjing is extremely lively. Countless Kongming Lantern Festivals carry the hope of the people of Tianyuan Kingdom for the coming year , floated to the sky, and sent to the ancestors.

Since Tang Song came to this world, he has never stepped out of the imperial palace. He either goes to the study room, the Hall of Mental Cultivation, or the Royal Study Room all day long. His life is very boring.

Fortunately, there is a child beside him who can entertain him.

On this day of national celebration, no matter what he said, he would not let go of the opportunity to leave the palace, if he stayed any longer, his body would get moldy.

Yu Wenjie originally did not agree with him leaving the palace, there are too many unknown dangers outside, a small negligence may cause him to lose this son.

So it was rare for him to sullenly face Tang Song, and coldly refused: "No!"

Tang Song held his hand and shook it, with a coquettish plea. He knew that the other party liked him like this, and he seemed affectionate.

"Father~, just let me go out and have a look. The imperial doctor came to see me a few days ago, and he also said that I should go out more to get some fresh air. It's good for my health."

"The imperial garden is not enough for you to breathe, so you have to go out of the palace? Today there are fish and dragons mixed in, don't you know how dangerous it is?"

"Isn't it enough for my father to send someone to protect me?" Tang Song pulled Yu Wenjie to sit on a chair, and squeezed his shoulders for him: "I won't go far, I will just go shopping in the market in front of the palace. It's almost suffocating me~"

"What the hell?" Yu Wenjie interrupted him, let out a long sigh, and said helplessly: "Tell Xiao Anzi to follow you closely, and I will send a few more secret guards to protect you. Don't be playful, two hours Go back to the palace, understand?"

"Follow the order!" Tang Song jumped up: "Thank you, father."

As soon as the voice fell, the person was already at the door, and for a split second, the light projected from the dusk blurred the slender figure.

"Jin Wen, Jin Wu, follow the Seventh Prince, and ensure his safety." Yu Wenjie's smile had not yet dissipated, but his tone had already cooled down.

"Yes."

Tang Song came out of the imperial study, and Xiao Anzi behind him hurriedly followed his footsteps: "Master, does the emperor agree?"

"That's not nonsense?" Tang Song said proudly, and raised the signboard in his hand, the golden color appeared under the sun, which was very dazzling.

"Hurry up, Xiaosheng is still waiting for me in the palace, father gave me two hours, let's leave the palace quickly."

He walked in a hurry, did not slow down at the corner, and before he had time to brake, he collided head-on with the other party.

"Ouch!" Tang Song was knocked down and covered his chest, as if someone had hit the place hard with a stone, and it hurt like hell.

Xiao Anzi's face turned pale with fright: "Master!"

"Jiang Ning met the Seventh Prince." The other party was also under pressure, but because of long-term exercise, even though he was a little shorter than Tang Song, he still stood firmly in place.

With the arc of bending over, a hint of contempt appeared in those energetic eyes.

"Bold!" Xiao Anzi helped Tang Song: "Mr. Jiang is so reckless in the palace. It's good that this is my master. If you offend any empress or princess, what should Mr. Jiang do?"

"Jiang Ning knows his mistake." Jiang Ning quickly knelt down, and from the words, he could tell that this Eunuch An was not simple: "It's just that the empress is calling urgently, so it is inevitable that he has become a little impatient. I hope the seventh prince will forgive me."

"It's okay, since the queen mother is looking for you, go quickly." Tang Song waved his hand indifferently.

Anyway, the other party didn't do it on purpose.

Jiang Ning got up from the ground, thanked her with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, and left in a hurry.

Tsk, this Seventh Prince is not only physically weak, but even his character is indecisive, and the benevolence of a woman is hard to take on a big responsibility.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine, I just hurt a little, and I'm much better now." Tang Song said, "Let's go."

The scenery outside the palace, even though it is not as exquisite and beautiful as the one inside the palace, is still a natural beauty. Coupled with the rows of high and low eaves and the four-corner lanterns hanging underneath, it looks hazy and dreamy at first glance.

There are already many Kongming lanterns in the sky. Under the background of bright stars, they are still as bright as fireworks, and slowly disappear into a spot of light with the night wind.

Spots of light all over the sky.

"Xiaosheng! Look! Does it look good?" Tang Song changed into a white brocade dress, held Fu Dongsheng in blue with one hand, and pointed to the sky with the other.

The two walked on the road and attracted a lot of attention.

Xiao Anzi and the two hidden guards separated the crowd for them calmly.

"Master, do you want to light up the lamp?" Seeing Tang Song so happy, Xiao Anzi rarely changed his habit of frowning, and smiled softly, without showing the eunuch's girlishness at all.

I just think this is a handsome and elegant young man.

Tang Song has already taken out his money bag and bought Kongming lanterns from a street vendor.

Yu Wenjie was very considerate, and the money bag prepared for him was full of scattered silver coins, which was very convenient to use.

"Boss, give me five thanks." He took out a piece of broken silver like a stone and put it on the stall: "Can I have a pen for the extra money? There are also ink sticks and inkstones."

"Yes, yes." The boss smiled enthusiastically, and gave him a pen and ink from the other side: "Is there anything else you need, young master? If not, I will give you some change."

"It's gone." Tang Song took a few copper coins from the boss and carefully put them into the money bag.

Take the child's hand again.

Going out to the lively market, you can see many people, men and women, who are putting lights on the grass and around a river, some poor people in patched clothes, and some rich people in gorgeous clothes.

The lamps raised from their hands, one after another, some were crumbling, and finally fell into the river, and more, by the wind, carried the expectation of the owner, drifting farther and farther.

"Xiao Anzi, grind the ink for me."

Xiao Anzi was grinding the ink, and Jin Wen and Jin Wu were holding the Kongming lantern for him. The stiff and rigid faces of the two were softened a little by the lit Kongming lantern.

Tang Song took a pen and wrote down his wishes——

I hope I can have sweet dreams every day, I hope this world can find Fu Dongxin soon, and I wish him all the best, no matter in the dream or in reality.

He wrote it in modern simplified characters, which are much different from the characters of this era, and no one can recognize what he wrote.

Fu Dongsheng raised his head, tried his best to restrain the pain that was about to explode in his head, and after a while, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He glanced at the lamp in Tang Song's hand and asked, "What did brother write?"

"It's nothing." Tang Song let go of the lamp in his hand: "I hope that our Xiaosheng can be safe, healthy, and live a happy life!"

The famous lantern by Tang Song flew farther and farther, passing a piece of high eaves and low walls, and drifting towards an unknown direction.

"Okay, let us Xiaosheng let it go."

After Tang Song lit the lamp, he squatted down and handed the pen to the child. In the warm halo, he laughed and said Yan Yan, leaving an indelible mark in Fu Dongsheng's heart: "Brother will hold it for you, Xiaosheng write quickly." wish."

"Will it come true if you write it?"

"Most definitely."

So Tang Song saw the child, and wrote on the lamp one stroke at a time: "We will always be together with my brother, and we will never be separated."