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Bai Chun picked his chin with his backhand, narrowed his eyes and said, "Did the prince treat me as a kabuki?"

"How dare you." Wen Yaofeng watched him get up, and leaned back against the short table: "Hold you a little longer, I'm afraid I'm going to break my neck."

"It won't be interrupted." Bai Chun said gently, "It will be cut directly."

Prince Chun looked weak and would fall down when the wind blows, and he was not so fierce when he was fierce.

Wen Yaofeng took another plate of snacks, and he had a good appetite to eat in the base camp of the hostile party.

"Choose paintings and calligraphy, I'll praise the blind, what about the walnuts?" Wen Yaofeng took a bite of the walnut crisps, and said sideways, "What kind of head is this from the former Jin Dynasty? It sounds like a rare thing."

Bai Chun smiled without showing his teeth: "Pretend, keep pretending."

"What are you pretending to be?" The man sat up straight and said, "I look like someone who can pretend?"

Bai Chun stroked the fan again, and accompanied by a clear sound, there was a woman playing a pipa inside the cloud embroidered screen, and the maid was holding a brocade lantern to illuminate it.

Two silhouettes of teenagers of similar height appeared in a flash, and beside him stood a man who looked like a king with his hands behind his back.

"Chun'er," the emperor said when he was young but not aggressive, leaning towards the thin young man, "last time you read the Five Classics, and your writing was exquisite. I rewarded you with a pair of fine blood walnuts."

The young man seemed a little afraid, and nodded his head after a while.

"Thank you, Father."

"This four-edged lion head is an orphan from the former Jin Dynasty. Previously, Xueshi Jiang had the audacity to ask for it twice, but I never responded to it." The emperor raised his hand and said, "Come, show it to me."

The little prince's back stiffened, and he said in a clear voice: "My son hid it, lest other people see it."

The silent little prince at the side suddenly raised his head, and put his right hand into his pocket.

That was the last time he went to play with his younger brother. He stuffed it in his sleeve a few times, and then forgot to return it.

The background of their mother's family was very different, even if the maids misunderstood that the prince stole the walnut, they would never have the guts to ask for it.

There was no emotion in the emperor's voice.

"Did you hide it, or didn't take it to heart at all, and lost it as soon as you turned around?"

"...Father."

"It's here with me." The little prince took it out, and said with a palm: "Punish me, and everyone will get all the stolen goods."

"Yao'er, how dare you—"

The little prince was startled suddenly, and stood in front of the prince, raised his head and smiled: "My brother likes me, I gave it to him specially."

Wen Yaofeng took a sip of tea and almost spit it out.

The play on the screen is still vivid, and the pipa is not slow or slow, full of ancient flavor.

"He gave it to you?" The emperor sneered: "I never imagined that the prince appointed by me would have to rely on his younger brother to support him to do such a stupid thing."

The young man tugged at the little prince's sleeve, before he could speak, the little prince said heartily: "I also said earlier that these walnuts are beautiful in color, so they must come from extraordinary sources. They should be wrapped in brocade and presented as a pair."

"But my brother took the pair of walnuts and picked one out on the spot, saying that it was specially reserved for me."

The emperor was stunned in place, and asked for a while, "Is this really the case?"

"Of course." The little prince tugged at the little prince and said, "Brother, isn't it?"

"……Yes."

With the sound of the pipa, the silhouette lamps and candles dissipated immediately, and the cloud embroidered screen was silent again.

Wen Yaofeng came back and obediently took out the walnut in his wish bag.

The two children are really like the two of them. One is twisted and proud, and hasn't had enough beatings from the society, and the other can greet everyone with a smile, like a good old man.

Bai Chun also took out a walnut at this moment, and stretched out his hand to gather them all into his palm.

Wen Yaofeng moved even faster, pressing down on one of them with his fingertips.

"Golden Zhenyu can be given to you." He stared into Bai Chun's eyes: "But brother, what do you take as collateral?"

"Now that you are the leader of the new party, you have long overshadowed me, the crown prince."

"Can you still take the truth that you said when you were young?"

Bai Chun raised his eyebrows to look at him, and said in a low voice, "Brother."

"Do you really think that the members of the new party are following me?"

Wen Yaofeng's pupils tightened.

"Even if I don't talk about myself, brother, Prime Minister Pan's party, do they regard you as a prince who pledges allegiance to the death, or is it a signboard for power struggle?"

"From the very beginning, it was not a partisanship between the old and the new."

"—if the diseased branches are not cut, the whole country will die from death!"

Wen Yaofeng's blood was rushing upwards at this moment, his five fingers first clenched suddenly, and then suddenly let go.

The two walnuts were pushed and Gu Lu turned straight, and immediately crashed into Bai Chun's palm.

"Okay." He laughed loudly, "Fortunately, I brought this here."

Bai Chun was slightly stunned: "What else did you bring?"

Wen Yaofeng raised his sleeves, and put down half a Panlong jade pendant on the low mahogany table.

"Chun'er," his voice has never been so gentle: "Look at this."

There was another clear sound when the jade pendant fell off the table, and the silhouette of Guanghua reappeared again.

The noise of people suddenly appeared from the screen.

"Hit him!!"

"I heard that your mother is washing the excrement bucket in the cold palace, hahahahahaha—"

"The sons of the bastards are also the bastards!"

"You are the only one who can study? Are you the only one who can write articles? Bah! Look, the son of the Shangshu family dares to kick your face!"

In the chaos, a long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, striking like gold and jade!

"They all want to rebel, don't they?!" The young man snapped, "Kneel down!"

The naughty children panicked.

"It's the prince!"

"Prince, don't draw your sword..."

"Run! It's the prince!!"

"No one is allowed to run away!" The young man's horizontal sword rested on the neck of the leader of the villain, and his hostility was palpable: "Fourth brother, don't come here without any harm."

"You, you, you carry your sword privately! I want to tell my father!"

The young man ignored him, and the sword had even cut the fourth prince's neck, causing the latter to scream out in fright.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Stand up by yourself!"

The maid and eunuch next to her had already knelt on the ground.

"Everyone is a dog who sees the wind and turns the rudder." The prince looked like a gangster when he cursed: "They should all be taken to the Temple of the King of Hell to carry the coffin!"

"And you," he turned his head to look at the little prince covered in scars, "Concubine Qin was sent to the cold palace because she committed a felony herself. You are born as a son of a phoenix and a grandson of a dragon, and you are born to not allow anyone to abuse you!"

The thin young man smiled wearily and said, "It's just a name, just accept it."

"Existing in name only?" The prince laughed back angrily, tore off the waist pendant made of red and white jade with one hand, and threw it on the ground.

"Snapped!"

"Seeing Yuru like seeing me." He said coldly: "You take this half with you, anyone who dares to be presumptuous will just peel it off alive!"

Another sound of pipa strings sounded, and the light and shadow returned to their positions in silence.

Wen Yaofeng touched his chin and clicked his tongue lightly.

"I was so popular when I was young, no wonder I was popular."

Bai Chun rubbed his brows and sighed softly, pushing half of the jade pendant over.

As if he had been touched by a soft corner of his heart, he submissively said, "Brother Huang, just trust me."

Wen Yaofeng looked at him for a long time, feeling pity in his heart.

It would be great if he and Bai Chun had known each other since childhood.

Go to kindergarten together, read and do homework together, and if you make a mistake, you can run to the other party's house to hide.

Seeing it at the age of 16 seems to be too late.