Crown Prince's Counterattack

City C is a coastal city. Every summer, accompanied by thunder and lightning, typhoons bring continuous rainfall. The whole city is shrouded in layers of rain. Even in the daytime, it is gloomy and gloomy. On the contrary, at night, there are many tall buildings. , the neon lights of various colors flickered alternately. At first glance, the rain turned into smoke, hazy, like a grand scene in the world.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the glass outside the car window, making a non-stop rattling sound.The car galloped on the fast lane, splashing a large amount of water.

Sima Yi was sitting in the back seat, and the drivers sitting in front were the driver Lao Wang and his secretary Xiao Jin.Sima Yi closed his eyes and took a nap, the inside of the car was very quiet, no one dared to disturb him.

The green light changed to red, and the car stopped smoothly at the intersection.

"dong dong"

Sima Yi frowned.

"dong dong dong"

Sima Yi opened his eyes, pursed his thin lips, and his whole face was tense, looking extremely displeased.

I haven't met such a short-sighted person for many years.

He rolled down the car window, and the rain blew on his face through the gap, cool and cold.

There was a person standing outside the car, wearing a black raincoat, which covered him completely. He couldn't see his face or gender clearly. He could only see a pair of faint eyes staring at him quietly.

"……for you"

The sound sounded very uncomfortable, like the hoarse sound of sandpaper being polished. Suddenly a bony hand protruded from the raincoat, holding something in it, and stuffed it into Sima Yi's hand from the outside of the car.

As soon as he touched his hand, Sima Yi shuddered, and Mei Feng gathered together.

That hand was too thin, only the skin tightly wrapped around the phalanx, and it was too cold, very cold.

Before he could react, the man walked further and further away wearing a raincoat. Although his pace was very slow, he disappeared without a trace within two or three breaths, and the night became the best cover.

Sima Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a faint light in them.

The car galloped on the driveway, crossing the passing cars, the rain was still heavy, and the neon lights in the distance were dazzling.

"Did the car stop along the way?"

"No, the road is green today, luck is really good"

The driver, Old Wang, was delighted.

"Boss, is there something wrong? Do you want to find a place to stop?"

The secretary, Xiao Jin, obviously had a lot of winks, looking at Sima Yi in the mirror with an ugly expression, so he asked hesitantly.

"No, hurry up"

After shifting to a higher gear, the speed of the car increased. Both of them felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so they wisely chose to remain silent.

Sima Yi spread his hands, with a cold look in his eyes.

A small copper clock stood on the palm, with wet water stains.

Sima Yi came out of the bathroom, his hair was still wet, and his bathrobe was drooping on his body.

For no reason, he saw the bronze bell that he had left on the desk at first sight.

He frowned, walked forward, carefully looked at the copper clock against the light, and rubbed his fingertips on it, with a very serious expression, as if he was looking at his beloved.

The material of the bronze bell is rare bronze, which is rusty and seems to have a long history. It is engraved with sun and moon patterns and complicated patterns, which has a simple and simple atmosphere. I counted them with interest.

Eleven.

It seems that something is missing, for no reason, he just has such an intuition.

What is this?

Who is that person?

Why throw this thing at him?

Sima Yi was making various guesses in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out why he just squinted for a while, and he always felt that the whole world was different.

Sima Yi sighed helplessly, and placed the ancient clock beside the bedside, then turned off the light, and fell asleep.

Worry about tomorrow, worry about tomorrow.

#******************

In the 47th year of Kangxi, near the end of the year, heavy snow covered the entire capital overnight.

Compared with the joyous atmosphere in other palaces, the Xian'an Palace is shrouded in gloom.

"Cough cough cough..."

"His Royal Highness, are you alright?"

"Go and ask the imperial physician..."

……

Sima Yi felt hot all over his body, his head was dizzy, he couldn't open his eyes, and there was a constant chattering sound coming from his ears, which was disturbing, and he couldn't sleep soundly in his dream , the bitter Chinese medicine was forcibly poured into his mouth, Sima Yi sighed, this really was a dream, otherwise no one would have dared to do this to him.

The little eunuch Chen Gui knelt on the table and carefully served Sima Yi with the medicine. When the bottom of the bowl was empty, Chen Gui finally breathed a sigh of relief.His Royal Highness has had a fever for three days, but fortunately he can still drink the medicine now, otherwise... Chen Gui's eyes are red, his master is really too pitiful, he has never suffered like this before...

Chen Gui carefully squeezed the quilt for Sima Yi, put the brazier closer, then breathed into his palms, rubbed it for a while, the weather was getting colder and colder, but the charcoal fire sent to Xian'an Palace was getting worse Come less and less.

There are layers of guards guarding the outside of the palace, isolating this place from the imperial palace. There are only a few eunuchs and maids cleaning the palace, which makes this luxurious palace seem inexplicably cold. It's deserted, it seems that this place has been completely forgotten by everyone, several months have passed, and no one has set foot here.

The courtyard was covered with a layer of snow, and there were footprints all the way from the steps to the gate. Chen Gui thought that these palace people must be lazy again. If His Royal Highness saw it, he would definitely scold him again, but who else would care What about a waste prince?This is the case in the inner garden of the imperial palace. It is more realistic than any other place. It is commonplace to step on the high and flatter the low, to bully the superior and flatter the inferior. It is said that a fallen phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. What should His Royal Highness do in the future?Chen Gui had a sad face, and only hoped that the Holy Majesty would consider the love between father and son and give His Highness a good start and a good end.

Three days later, the high fever finally subsided, and Sima Yi finally woke up from the coma.

"Your Highness, you finally woke up, this old servant is so happy."

Chen Gui lay on the side of the bed, snot and tears moved, if something happened to the master, he, a slave, must be buried with him. Fortunately, the master was lucky enough to allow him to serve the master for a few more years.

"Give Guzhan a little distance"

Sima Yi had a bit of hostility on his face, Chen Gui wiped away his tears and said that he was used to it.

Anyone who opened his eyes and saw an old face crying and laughing would feel very heartbroken, so Sima Yi pulled Chen Guimeng away without hesitation.

Sima Yi propped up his weak body and leaned against the bed, his head was still groggy, his lips were dry, and he rubbed his temples vigorously with his hands. The images in his mind kept changing, and he finally calmed down.

He seems to have come to an amazing place...

"His Royal Highness, are you alright?"

Chen Gui took out a silk handkerchief, carefully walked up to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and looked at Sima Yi worriedly.

"Changed the title, Gu is not a prince now"

Sima Yi's eyes darkened slightly, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he was very calm in his heart, he must not be seen by others, especially eunuchs who are close to him.

"...Your Highness"

Chen Gui's eyes were red again, and his voice was choked with sobs.

Sima Yi's face darkened, why is an eunuch crying so much?

"Bring me the mirror"

Sima Yi's tone was a little more impatient, Chen Gui's heart tightened, and his face became a little more cautious. Although he had some face in front of this Highness, a master is a master, and a slave is a slave.

"You go down"

When the people retreated, Sima Yi's face finally calmed down, and he looked at his current appearance with great interest.

Seeing the still familiar face, the figure in the mirror showed a slight smile. So far, there is finally one satisfactory thing, and there should not be too many bad things.

Sima Yi, who gradually calmed down, suddenly remembered the ancient clock he had placed beside his bed. It seemed that all the weird things happened because of it, but he hadn't thought of how to solve this problem yet.

Sima Yi was a little distressed. According to the clues given to him in his memory, it seems that his current situation is not very good...

Aixinjueluo Yinfeng

As a person who is fairly familiar with the history of his country, Sima Yi is really distressed. Although he has a noble status, it's just that this child did not end well.

But it's not yet the time of despair, since you want to continue living with this identity, then you must live well to be worthy of yourself...