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Anyone who saw it would feel pity for this canary, but he was overlooked because he got hundreds of times more than ordinary people.He was trapped in a cage by a high wall made of countless gold and silver powers. Even if he tried his best to look out, he could only look up and see golden glazed tiles, vermilion beams and columns, carved wooden windows, and square courtyards. Soul, lock his life.

How could such a weak child be born in a family full of filth and pretend to be magnificent and bright? Those long and dense eyelashes with natural curls, and the wet eyes like a dog are so beautiful.

Yan Zhaohe entered the palace with Yan Jun for the first time.

Yan Jun pushed Yan Zhaohe in front of Emperor Huaian and said proudly, Look, I raised my son well, right?

Immediately afterwards, Yanhou said again, taller than your sons, beautiful, and able to learn everything at once.

Emperor Huai'an didn't like to hear these words, what are you talking about, Emperor Huai'an frowned and said presumptuously but there was no trace of anger in his eyes, his eyes looked softer at Yan Zhaohe.Yan Jun told Yan Zhaohe that he and His Majesty would discuss important matters, and heard that this year a flower house had bred a peony with double pedicles, and now it was moved to the imperial garden for people to watch.

Yan Zhaohe knew that his father was anxious to speak to His Majesty, so he saluted and resigned. According to what his father said, the little eunuch led him to the imperial garden to enjoy the flowers.

In fact, he also wanted to see what Bingdi's peonies looked like.

Children born in the frontier fortress seldom see exotic plants, and it is a blessing to be exposed to the wind and sun all day without being cut by the wind blade.Yan Jun was born in the capital, and was tempered by the old Hou Ye in the frontier fortress when he was young, and he became a rough old man within a few years after joining the army. When Yan Zhaohe came here, he never wanted Yan Zhaohe to go his own way, When his son was five or six years old, he was placed in the house as a young lady. Yan Zhaohe would practice horseback riding and archery in the army for two days out of seven. Ask him to smear to protect his skin.

It can be said that Yan Jun brought Yan Zhaohe with great anticipation. Everyone thought that he would bring back the young prince of the Marquis who would ride a war horse and inherit the proud demeanor of the Yan family in the future. Unexpectedly, the eldest son of the Marquis of Zhenning was wearing a white horse and was dressed in red. , with long hair like silk and satin, face as white as snow, lips red and white teeth, although he has not grown up, he has already begun to take the shape of a romantic son in the capital.

Born in the frontier fortress, he is a bit more reckless than the young masters in the capital.

Anyone who has seen the young master Yan back then will praise how beautiful he is.

Gorgeous usually describes women, but it is also applicable to Yan Zhaohe. It does not contain derogatory connotations, and it simply expresses Yan Zhaohe's handsome appearance in a declarative way.

In the deep and secluded path, there is the scent of moist grass and trees blowing in the face. The little eunuch took Yan Zhaohe from the path closest to the imperial garden according to Yan Zhaohe's request.The little eunuch was clever, and introduced the names of the flowers and trees along the way to Yan Zhaohe. When Yan Zhaohe saw the ones he liked, he wrote them down one by one and asked his father for them when he returned home.

Suddenly the little eunuch stopped walking, only a few meters away from the peonies in the imperial garden, the little eunuch said with a bitter expression: "My lord, I'm afraid we have to wait."

"Ok?"

The little eunuch took a step back and stopped blocking Yan Zhaohe's sight, "The imperial concubine is admiring the flowers. Originally, outsiders are not allowed to enter the harem. Now the eldest son can only enjoy the flowers after the imperial concubine leaves."

Before Yan Zhaohe said anything, a woman's Qingwan voice came from a distance: "Who is there?"

The little eunuch hurried out of the path, and Yan Zhaohe stepped forward to see the owner of the voice clearly.

The woman's long hair is lightly pulled, and she is dressed in a light-colored palace dress. Lilies embroidered with silver thread spread from her waist down and become heavier. Each lily is decorated with pearl stamens, and the stamens are inlaid with gems the size of rice grains , shining brightly in the sun.

She only smeared a little tender red on her lips, and her eyes were full of autumn water.

"This is..." the woman asked softly.

"Back to the imperial concubine, this is the eldest son of the Zhenning Hou Mansion."

After hearing this, the woman whispered softly, "Is it the prince that His Majesty often mentioned?"

Yan Zhaohe had no choice but to go forward and salute: "Yan Zhaohe, the son of the Marquis of Zhenning, has seen the imperial concubine and empress."

"Exemption." The imperial concubine bent her eyes and smiled, and subconsciously held her lower abdomen with her hands, and Yan Zhaohe realized that her lower abdomen was protruding.

The little eunuch looked around: "Why didn't the imperial concubine come out with a few palace people, you are still pregnant, what if you are bumped by someone who doesn't have long eyes!"

After all, the little eunuch was about to find some palace servants, the noble concubine said with a smile: "They don't know flowers, so they are waiting outside the garden, it would be a disappointment for you to call them back."

The imperial concubine turned to look at Yan Zhaohe, "Is the son of the world also here to enjoy the flowers?"

"Bingdi peonies are more blooming than in previous years, and the petals are stacked like pompoms." The imperial concubine pointed to the flowers behind her, "Look."

It was the first time for Yan Zhaohe to see concubines in the imperial city. He had heard Mr. Shu say that these women were scheming and scheming, but the concubine in front of him didn’t seem to be like that. The woman’s eyes were as clear as a child’s, and the sadness that passed away in a flash It's like the wind blows off the petals, people don't know how to comfort them.

The imperial concubine bent down to pick off the twin peony without any hesitation, and the little eunuch hurriedly stepped forward and advised, "Your imperial concubine, this, this is impossible, you picked this peony..."

The imperial concubine pressed the flower close to her belly, lowered her eyes and said, "Go and tell Your Majesty, among the peonies in the garden, my children only like this one."

When Yan Zhaohe left, he heard the noble concubine whisper to the child in his womb, to grow up obediently.

Emperor Huai'an didn't punish him, but just laughed and said that my child is really like me, and he only likes the best.

These words reached Yan Zhaohe's ears, and he thought of his father.

Zhen Ninghou is indeed the best, so good that people want to hug him and tell him that he is not worth it.

The imperial concubine was eight months pregnant, and the child was born prematurely. Fortunately, the mother and child are safe.

Later, there is no later.

Zhenning Hou died outside the Great Wall, and his son entered the palace to accompany him.

That prince ranked fifth named Xunzhui, Yan Zhaohe didn't want to delve into the meaning of the name.

As soon as Yan Zhaohe entered the palace, he learned from chatting with countless palace people that the fifth prince could not speak, that the noble concubine didn't like it, and His Majesty didn't often visit him.

At that time, the boy had not yet grown up, and Emperor Huaian seemed to want to teach him all the ways of governing the country. Yan Zhaohe was hanged up and beaten by Emperor Huai'an because he couldn't recite an art of war, just like a real father.

But his real father didn't seem to want to beat him, he would only ask him if he had applied the ointment today, but don't let the wind outside the Great Wall or the scorching sun in the capital hurt his face.

So much so that Yan Zhaohe had the illusion that the most precious thing in his whole body was this face.

He was sensible earlier than his peers. He can't be called a genius prodigy, but he can learn the knowledge as soon as he acquires it. He felt something wrong with his father and the late emperor, but he didn't think much about it. Later, after seeing him for a long time, he realized that he was called ** love things.

An imperial concubine with a prince by her side should be the top treatment in the harem, but the concubine is indifferent to the fifth prince, just like she was to Emperor Huai'an, she loved the late emperor as much as she didn't care about the prince.

Is it an illusion?Yan Zhaohe often asks himself.

He couldn't forget that the imperial concubine told the unborn child to grow up obediently.

The noble concubine has no power behind her, she depends entirely on Emperor Huai'an's favor, Emperor Huai'an's affection for her is gradually disappearing, and at the same time, it brings endless frame-ups in the harem.

Yan Zhaohe sometimes felt that the noble concubine was pitiful and the child was innocent, so sometimes he sent someone to send medicine for the army to treat trauma, and every time the noble concubine returned to the palace from the empress, he would quietly take a look.

For some reason, he felt that it was out of his control, but he couldn't help but want to care.

When the imperial concubine pushed the child in front of him and said please take my child away, there was a loud sound of landslides and ground cracks in Yan Zhaohe's heart, and he was in a trance for a long time.

The child looked up at himself with confused eyes, the clothes on his body were stained with the fresh blood of the imperial concubine, he winked at Yan Zhaohe and grabbed the little finger of Yan Zhaohe's right hand with both hands.His hand was too small, and he could only hold one finger of Yan Zhaohe.

Under the haggard and collapsed weakness of the imperial concubine, the child was infected by his mother, and the eyes that were as clear as his mother gradually filled with water.The transparent liquid overflowed from the corners of the eyes and stuck to the curled eyelashes, like dewdrops hanging on the delicate petals in the morning.

Yan Zhaohe couldn't bear it, he stared at the fifth prince for a long time without saying a word, and finally he said sorry, I can't protect myself.

It's too hard to live, it's too hard for this child to live in the harem, just like the clouds in the sky are white and soft, a gust of cold north wind can blow them away without a storm.

So in the days that followed, he never saw the imperial concubine again, even with this child.

As if arranged in the dark, Emperor Huai'an pushed the child to his side when he was dying.

Emperor Huai'an asked Yan Zhaohe which prince he was optimistic about. With Yan Zhaohe's ability, no matter which prince he assisted, he would definitely achieve great achievements. Yan Zhaohe asked Emperor Huai'an jokingly, does your majesty want the minister to choose by himself?

Why not?

Yan Zhaohe shook his head, His Majesty thought twice.

Before Emperor Huai'an died, Yan Zhaohe waved everyone away, sat in front of Emperor Huai'an and asked Emperor Huai'an, did you treat my father sincerely, even for a day.

Emperor Huai'an's face faded, his vocal cords were tired, "No."

"Your Majesty is not a good father, let alone a good husband, but I think your Majesty is a good emperor." Yan Zhaohe gritted his teeth and took out the jade seal he had prepared in advance from his bosom. "Who does Your Majesty want to make emperor?"

"Chong... Chong..."

Yan Zhaohe sneered, and poured all the medicine that had been put aside into the throat of Emperor Huai'an, who was so choked that he burst into tears and was extremely embarrassed.

"Who does Your Majesty want to make emperor?"

he asked again.

"Think twice, Your Majesty, the king of a country must be cautious." Yan Zhaohe put away the medicine bowl and said with a smile, "I want a seat below ten thousand people, but I have to..."

……

"You are my chosen emperor." Yan Zhaohe caressed Xunzhui's cheek, "Your eyes are more beautiful than any peony with twin pedicles I have ever seen."

"I hope that every time I go back to the palace, no matter what happens, I won't be sad."

Xun Zhui has tears in his eyes, and his eyes are red.

"Don't close your eyes, let me look at you carefully."

The teenager held the hand that the man in front of him put on his cheek.

With a trembling voice, he tried hard to let himself see clearly the appearance of the man in front of him. He was grateful but joyful but couldn't help revealing the guilt that he didn't know how long.

"I only look at you."

From now on, my eyes will only look at you, only you.