Peach

"Ah, I'm here to deliver a piece of clothes to my brother." Lan Shanyu had no choice but to explain to the little red bird's shining eyes.

"The national teacher is your brother?" Chen Ziqi opened his mouth slightly, and a doubtful point that he had forgotten before suddenly emerged.Take a look at the nine pearls on the crown of Guoshi's head stretched by twisted silver, and then look at the nine sapphires on Lan Shanyu's head. Except for the color, the two crowns are almost identical.

Suddenly there is a feeling of enlightenment.

"It's cold by the door, Your Highness, come and sit down." The national teacher returned to his calm appearance, and called Chen Ziqi to come over.

It's winter, and the Taizhen Palace is no longer empty in summer, and a warm pavilion is separated by high wooden screens.Under the feet is a high platform made of wood, covered with warm wool blankets, and the futons used for sitting are also replaced with cushions.

Chen Ziqi sat down in front of the short table, and immediately a waiter covered his legs with a blanket and stuffed him with a small hand stove.The little red bird felt the warmth of the hand stove, stretched out its small wings and patted.

"Don't move, if you fall into it, you will be burnt into a roast chicken." Chen Ziqi stuffed the little red bird back into his skirt, and looked up at the two people opposite.

"Pfft—" Lan Shanyu, who had just taken a sip of tea, choked when he heard the word "roasted chicken".

"Don't worry, I won't tell you about your affair with the national teacher." Chen Ziqi said seriously.

"Fornication?" The national teacher Tiancha couldn't help shaking his hand, and glanced at the little bird's head that popped up again, "Your Highness, this word can't be used indiscriminately."

Chen Ziqi scratched his head: "Meeting in private, isn't it called adultery?" Dazhang's national teacher had contacts with people from Guiyun Palace, so it would definitely not be good to talk about it.

National Teacher: "...don't call."

Now that the matter has come to this point, the national teacher has no choice but to tell the matter that he belongs to Guiyun Palace.

Hearing this, Chen Ziqi stood up and left: "You better not tell me such a big secret." The more you know, the faster you die.

"It's not a secret," the national teacher couldn't help laughing when he saw Chen Ziqi's reaction, "The emperor knows it."

"Eh?" Chen Ziqi stopped and looked suspiciously at the national teacher.

Others may not be very clear, but the emperor does.Before Lan Jiangxue became a national teacher, she was originally loyal to King Feng.Probably because the inheritance of the national teacher is too special, they can only be selected from the line of the Lan family, and this generation happened to choose Lan Jiangxue.

Most of the important officials in the court came from the big sects in the Jianghu, and there was no way to do this.People who are not from the Martial School cannot afford to read books at all.But the status of the national teacher is special, and he is not completely loyal to the emperor...

Chen Ziqi remembered that after Dan Yi entered the palace, the emperor had asked him if Dan Yi had met with the national teacher.It can be seen that the emperor still has some taboos about this matter, so he asked this question.

"Brother Lan, where's Dan Yi?" At the beginning, Lan Shanyu and Dan Yi returned to the Cloud Palace, and now Lan Shanyu has returned to the capital, why didn't Dan Yi come back.

Lan Shanyu glanced at the fluffy little bird head: "He...is fine."

The little red bird stared at Lan Shanyu closely, tilted its head, and the two small red feathers on top of its head also swayed left and right.

"Ahaha, Peacock Tower still has something to deal with, so I'm leaving first." Lan Shanyu got up with a grunt, and ran away as if fleeing.

Now that Lan Shanyu is gone, Chen Ziqi can rest assured to tell the national teacher about the Shenji.Pull up a corner of the blanket on the legs and put it on the low table, press the hand stove on it, then take out the chicken in his arms and put it on the side of the hand stove.

The little chicken without feathers is very afraid of the cold, and Chen Ziqi is afraid that it will be frozen, so he stretches out his hand to protect it from running around: "Master, the magic chicken has appeared again, why hasn't it grown at all? When will it grow?" to grow feathers?"

"The gods have a long lifespan, so naturally they grow slowly. You have heard that the boy under the fairy seat will still look like a boy after thousands of years." The national teacher smiled slightly, looking at the fluffy little red bird, Suddenly it occurred to him that the young master was a bit cold for the winter in this appearance, so he should make him some clothes.

Thinking this way, he rolled out a piece of rice paper, picked out a fine brush, and started to draw.

"Chirp!" The red bird didn't want to stand on the low table, so it jumped onto Chen Ziqi's arm with fluttering wings, then jumped up to the top of his head two or three times, pecked at his uncombed hair, and scratched a little on it. Wow.

After the national teacher finished drawing the pattern of the clothes, he looked up at the two of them, and found that the little red bird was squatting on top of Chen Ziqi's head with drooping eyes, and Chen Ziqi was reaching out his short hand to touch him.I couldn't help pursing my lips and chuckling, I kept writing, and after a while, a line sketch of a chicken with hair on the doll's head appeared vividly on the paper.

Waiting for Chen Ziqi to catch the chicken, he looked at the national teacher again.The national teacher very naturally picked up the piece of rice paper just now and covered it.

"National teacher, do you want me to make clothes for the chicken?" Chen Ziqi looked at the picture in the hands of the national teacher. It was a small vest with furry sides, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.

"Well, it's cold in winter. Make clothes for the chicken...cough, the god bird, so that he can come out and run." The national teacher said with a smile.

"Chirp!" The little red bird flapped its wings to express its dissatisfaction.

Chen Ziqi nodded obediently, and asked for the rice paper: "I'll go back and ask my mother to try it out." Having said that, she was a little uncertain, if the little fairy knew that he was going to make clothes for chickens, she would definitely think He's crazy.

The national teacher originally wanted to let Lan Shanyu do it, but when Chen Ziqi said this, he didn't object, and nodded with a smile: "Since the god is back, when His Highness is practicing in the future, put him by his side, and it will be harmful to His Highness." help."

Chen Ziqi folded the rice paper and stuffed it into his sleeve, looked at the little red bird who was pecking at the snacks in the hand stove, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Does your return to the Cloud Palace have anything to do with the gods?" Dan Yi taught him a new The way of breathing, at this moment, the national teacher said that the little red bird can benefit his exercises...

"Of course, both Lan Shanyu and I serve the gods." The national teacher said with a light smile.

"What about Dan Yi?" Chen Ziqi looked up at him, gradually clenching his fists hidden in his sleeves.Is it because Dan Yi is friends with him only because he is the one chosen by God?

The national teacher looked at the little red bird who stopped to eat snacks: "Young master, he is different from us." As for the difference, he didn't say anything.

But these words were enough, Chen Ziqi heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the little red bird and shook it, shook off the crumbs of the pastry, put it back in his arms, bid farewell to the national teacher, and walked back to the palace on the thin snow.

As soon as he walked near Qingyun Palace, he saw Chang'e wearing a big cloak, and seemed to be walking towards Chaoyang Palace.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Chen Ziqi called to stop her.

"Hey, Amu has a high fever. I heard that I'm confused. I'll go and have a look." Chang E felt a little unbearable. Originally, she shouldn't care about this kind of thing, but the little fat man has been with her for half a year, and he has somewhat developed feelings for her.

"I'll go too." Chen Ziqi wanted to follow, but was stopped by Chang'e.

"You are young and weak, don't go." Chang'e refused to allow him to go, turned around and left in a hurry.

When we arrived at Chaoyang Palace, the empress and several concubines were there, and they were scolding several palace people: "How do you take care of the prince? How can you make him kick off the quilt at night, and no one cares about waking up from the cold!"

The imperial physician said that Amu had caught a cold at night.If a child catches cold at night, it must be because of the quilt.This shows that there is no one keeping vigil in Chen Zimu's room at night.

"Empress empress, the servants are definitely not lazy. It was because of the sudden snow last night that the little prince was weak..." The maid next to Amu tried to defend herself.

"It's been cold for the past two days. How much difference does it make between snowing and not snowing? Could it be that you just cover him with a thin summer quilt if it doesn't snow?" Chang'e couldn't listen anymore, so she interjected.

The queen didn't reprimand Chang'e's interjection, apparently agreeing with her statement.

Several palace maids trembled and did not dare to say any more.

Returning to Qingyun Palace at night, Chang E held the rice bowl in her heart, feeling a little uncomfortable in it, looked at Chen Ziqi who was sipping hot noodles, hesitated for a while, and said, "Little bastard, I have something to discuss with you."

"What?" Chen Ziqi snorted and snorted after finishing the hot soup in the bowl, and handed the empty bowl to Chang'e.

Chang E took it and served him another bowl. Even though they were promoted to concubines, the mother and son still stayed away from eating, and no one watched them eat more comfortably: "I went to see that little fat man, and it was burning like coals. Calling 'Uncle' and 'Brother' is unbearable."

Chen Ziqi took the small bowl full, took a sip of the noodles, stuffed an elbow into his mouth and chewed: "So?"

"I'm thinking, now that I've been promoted to a concubine, the quota has been doubled, which is enough to support another person. Otherwise, I'll ask Amu to come and raise me and be your brother..." Chang E hesitated.If it was put in the past, she would never do such a thankless thing, after all, it is already very difficult for her to support a son.

Now it is different, as a concubine, she is already qualified to adopt other princes.What's more, if Chen Ziqi wants to live better in this palace, he needs someone to help him. Instead of giving favors to others from time to time, it's better to just encircle him and be one of his own.Having said that, the child Amu is really pitiful.

"Chirp!" The little red bird squatting at the corner of the table, pecking food from its own small bowl, yelled dissatisfied.If you want the little fat man to come and raise him, don't you want that kid to sleep with Qi Qi?

Chen Ziqi put down his chopsticks and was silent for a while.

Chang'e looked at her son, feeling a little apprehensive: "If you don't agree, then..."

"It's not impossible," Chen Ziqi said with a serious face, and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, "You make me this, and I agree."

Chang E opened the rice paper and took a look, there was a vest for chickens drawn on it...a slap on Chen Ziqi's head: "You brat, are you playing tricks on your old lady?"

The next day, Chang'e went to ask Emperor Zhenglong for his will.Emperor Zhenglong didn't care much about these sons, whoever wanted to raise them could take them, and he agreed with a wave of his hand.

When Amu opened his eyes, he saw Chang E who was sitting on the bed in soft clothes. He turned his head to look in a daze, and the surrounding layout was not the palace room he was familiar with: "Why am I here?"

"The emperor agrees, you will be my son from now on." Chang'e stretched out her hand, flicked the pink nose, couldn't help laughing, it was fun for a three or four-year-old kid, as big as Chen Ziqi, just to please It's not fun at a dog's age.

"Really?" Amu sat up, staring at a pair of swollen eyes, and asked in disbelief, "I will have a mother in the future?"

"Yes, I will be your mother from now on."

"I have a mother...mother... woo woo woo... is it true? Aren't you kidding me? woo woo..." Amu asked repeatedly, and started crying after asking .

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Chang'e: I will change my name in the future. What is my name?

Amu: Mother!

Chang'e: (pointing to Qi Qi) Good boy, what's his name?

Amu: Brother!

Chang E: (pointing to the little red chicken), so smart, how about him?

Amu: Sister-in-law!

Chang'e: ...What?