Rebirth of the Golden Bastard

Yilan, ten years of emperor.

The capital of Yilan was harmonious, and the official road was bustling with horse-drawn carriages and people.The bell rang in the palace wall in the distance, and all the people stopped their lives and raised their heads.A horse galloped all the way from the gate of the palace, and the person on the horse announced loudly: "My emperor's No. 11 son is born, and the eleventh prince is named Sikong Ren, with benevolence as the foundation, and benevolence as the world!"

"Long live my emperor!" All the people in the city knelt down and bowed in the direction of the palace gate.

Inside the palace walls, several important officials were in the inner hall together with the emperor.The bead curtain is sandalwood, and the sound of babies crying echoes in the room.The emperor had a kind face, and the corners of his eyes were narrowed, revealing some wrinkles.The bead curtain was lifted, and a maid came out with a baby in her arms, and saluted gracefully, "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor, there are already eleven princes in the Tian family."

Junhuang laughed and stretched out his arms to hug the child.The little baby in his arms wrinkled his face, his eyes were dark and watery.The small fists were clenched tightly, and the chubby legs kicked back and forth.

The servants next to him had already picked up the brocade quilt to wrap up the little prince, the emperor took it with his own hands, and wrapped up his child's body.Only a cute little face was revealed.The emperor stretched out his hand and pinched the child's tender cheeks. The eleventh prince flattened his lips, but he didn't cry.

The emperor smiled, "This child is forbearing, and he will definitely do something in the future."

All the ministers beside him saluted, "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor."

……

Junhuang was 15 years old, and Sikongren was five years old.In the garden, several servants waited carefully behind the pink and jade-carved eleven princes. There was a commotion in front of him. Sikong Ren pulled his long clothes and walked forward curiously. The servants behind him were all trembling with fear. Startled.

"Eleventh Prince, walk slowly, and be careful not to fall."

At the end of the bluestone road, tall and sturdy boys were arguing with each other with a sword, and a boy with a cold face stood beside him.

"If you can't compare, don't compare! Why do these despicable things!" The loud voice was a boy in a gray-blue brocade suit.Although he was tall, he was still not as tall as the two boys beside him.The one he scolded was wearing a goose yellow brocade jacket with snow-white sable fur around his neck, which made his thin face look more delicate.

"Presumptuous! Sikong Ding! That's how you talk to brother!"

Sikongren took a few steps forward, and after seeing several people clearly, he shouted happily, "Third Brother! Seventh Brother! Ninth Brother!"

His voice was soft and waxy, with some milkiness.Her snow-white cheeks were flushed by the winter wind, and the tip of her round nose was also glowing red.

Hearing the shout, Si Kongding turned his head and put away his sword, walked over and hugged his eleventh brother.

"Why did you come out?" Si Kongding said with some reproach in his voice, "The wind and cold of the past few days haven't healed yet."

Sikong Ren giggled and hugged Brother Jiu tightly, Sikong Ding was not a few years older than him.It's just that I have loved martial arts since I was a child, but my body is strong and healthy. It is not difficult to hold a five-year-old brother.

On the other side, the third prince Sikong Cheng and the seventh prince Sikong Lian also walked over.

"Let you keep an eye on the eleventh prince, what do you think? If the disease is worse, how many heads do you have?!" Sikong Cheng is only 12 years old now, but he speaks young and old, aggressively behind Sikongren A group of slaves questioned the crime.

"Slaves wait to die!"

Sikongren blinked his dark eyes, and reached out to the third prince to hug him.

Sikong Cheng picked him up, and the milky smell from the child's body was brought to his nose, which made Sikong Cheng feel better.

"Did the imperial doctor come to see you today?"

Sikong Ren nodded, and said quietly: "Ren'er wanted to come out by himself, don't care about the matters of the ladies and sisters, third brother let them go."

Sikong Cheng stretched out his hand to pinch his nose, "You are the only one who is soft-hearted!"

Sikong Ren giggled again.There was a dark fragrance coming from somewhere in the garden, Si Kongding also forgot the unhappiness with his brother just now, turned his head and said: "I heard that there is a plum garden in front, which was planted by Father for Empress Mei, it should be blooming in the past few days When it’s at its peak, let’s go and see it too!”

Speaking of Mei Niangniang, Sikong Lian, who had been silent beside him, darkened his face.Sikong Cheng thought carefully, turned his head and grabbed the sleeve of the seventh brother, "Don't worry about it, go and see Mei, and relax."

Sikong Lian nodded, facing the curious Sikong Ren with a gloomy face.Sikongren seldom saw his cold seventh brother, now he grinned and stretched out his hand as if to hug him.

"Seventh Brother..." There was a hint of expectation in the timid voice.

Sikong Lian frowned, pretending he didn't see it, he turned and left.

Sikongren's mouth twitched, and Sikongding next to him stepped forward to tease him, "My dear, you are not sad, Brother Qi is not in a good mood recently."

Sikong Ren turned to look at him, "Why?"

Just as Sikong Ding was about to say something, Sikong Cheng glared at him, "As a prince, don't talk too much all day long."

The corner of Sikong Ding's mouth twitched, and he fell silent.

……

When they arrived at Meiyuan, the princes were all seated.The people serving around him didn't understand, they brought hot tea and hot stove one after another, and the attendants of the eleventh prince also specially brought a thick sable fur to put on the little master.

Si Kongding drank the air-conditioning in the garden, Sikong Lian looked at the bright red that was full of the garden, and his mood improved a lot.Ben was only a teenage boy, and his child's character was undoubtedly revealed.

Sikong Cheng smiled and said: "Such a beautiful scenery, the ninth brother refused to accept and lost the sword competition just now, how about the competition now?"

Sikong stood up and said happily, "Okay!"

Before Sikong Cheng got up, Sikong Lian said: "Let me compete with the ninth brother."

It was rare for the seventh prince who never talked too much to speak, and Si Kongding was also happy, "That's great! I heard that Brother Seven has a special teacher to teach me, I'm so envious!"

Sikong Lian hooked the corners of his mouth, and his handsome face had an expression somewhat similar to that of today's Holy Majesty, "I just happened to see how my ninth brother's martial arts are doing."

Both of them took their swords and went to stand under the plum blossom tree.Sikongren sat in the arms of the attendant and clapped his hands happily, watching with wide eyes curiously.

Si Kongding was dressed in blue-gray brocade clothes, with a white jade belt standing upright, and his black hair stuck up high.Although he is only seven years old, he has a bit of heroism.Looking at Si Konglian again, he was dressed in a navy blue brocade jacket, with gold-rimmed sleeves, silk shoes on his feet, his black hair was tied casually behind his head, with a crown on his head, he looked extravagant.

The two of them only nodded slightly, and then Sikong attacked them calmly.Sikong Lian's momentum was calm, and his posture was methodical. The sword lights of the two flickered, and Sikong Ren was dazzled by the sight and kept giggling.The other servants also kept applauding.

The winter weather is slowly sinking, with dark clouds hanging overhead.It looked like it was going to rain, but in the middle of the sky it turned into snowflakes.Snowflakes fell on the sword, and were cut off immediately.The red plums were like falling vermilion in the snow, and the white air from several people's drinks blended together, the swords jingled, and the mood was comfortable.

It was the time when the brothers were harmonious, and someone suddenly called out: "The emperor is here!"

Si Kongding was startled, and hastily withdrew his sword. It just so happened that Sikong Lian was attacking. He couldn't hold back his moves. Seeing that he was about to hurt Lao Jiu, he abruptly turned his sword, but the sword energy cut off a large plum blossom branch. .

"Ah." A female voice sounded, the tone was full of pity and distress.Everyone looked up, and saw the Emperor coming with his hands behind his back, followed by a woman with a charming face and elegant temperament.

"Join Father, Empress Mei." The princes knelt down, and the slaves behind them also knelt down to salute.

Seeing his new favorite concubine looking at the plum branches on the ground with distress, the emperor frowned and said, "Why are swords facing each other in the plum garden? Hmm?"

Si Kongding hurriedly said: "Going back to the emperor, my son is just looking at the beautiful scenery, and wants to learn martial arts with the emperor's brother on a whim, and it's just entertainment to make the eleventh brother laugh."

Si Kongcheng also said: "This matter was brought up by my son, if the emperor wants to blame me, I will blame my son."

Sikong Lian said calmly: "I cut off the plum branch. One person does the work and the other person is responsible. If the father wants to blame, blame me."

At that time, the brothers never thought that they would fight each other for most of their lives.But at this time, several people are busy stopping the fault, because they all know that Junhuang is a good person in every way, but he is beautiful.

In the history of Yilan, the emperor's harem concubines are the most, and all of them are stunning.Therefore, the emperor has the most sons and daughters, and most of them are handsome.

Mei Niangniang is the emperor's new favorite recently, and she listens to everything she says.And before this woman appeared, the emperor's favorite was always the mother of the Seventh Prince Sikong Lian, Yu Niangniang.

It is natural for Sikong Lian to have a grudge against this woman, and the few sensible princes all know it.The emperor probably knows a thing or two.So after all this, Junhuang thought that the Seventh Prince did it on purpose, so he lost his temper.

"The third child and the ninth child all go back to contemplate their mistakes behind closed doors, and go back to rest on the eleventh. Isn't this disease cured? Seventh, go kneel at the door of my room. I won't let you get up until I ask you to get up!"

Sikong Cheng and Sikong Ding looked at each other, both worried.But there was no other way, so he had to nod in agreement, and retreated respectfully.

When Sikongren was carried away, he also saw Sikonglian silently put away his sword, saluted the emperor and walked towards the room.

……

Baixue slowly laid out a thick carpet on the ground, and stepped on it until her ankles disappeared.

Halfway through being brought back, Sikongren suddenly broke free from the servant's hand and ran towards the room.The dark eyes on his pink face shone with a watery light. He ran all the way across the corridor and through the garden, panting as he ran, his small body heaving violently, and then he saw him kneeling there on the stone steps of the house. The Seventh Prince.

The fourth prince and fifth prince passed by, gave Sikong Lian a mocking look, and left without saying a word.

Sikong Lian lowered his head in the white snow scene, looking lonely from behind.Sikongren suddenly felt that his seventh brother was crying. He dragged his long clothes and walked over, touching Sikonglian's head with his soft little hands.

"Seventh Brother." Nuo Nuo's voice made Si Kong Lian startled, and raised his head.

Did not cry.

Sikong Ren blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand to touch Sikong Lian's icy face.

Sikong Lian looked amused and stretched out his hand to grab his hand.Holding it in his hand felt extremely cold, he frowned, "Didn't I tell you to go back, why did you come out again?"

"Don't worry about Seventh Brother." Sikongren said like a little adult, his eyes firm.

He sat down on the stone steps next to him, "I'll accompany Seventh Brother."

Sikong Lian was taken aback for a moment, something moved in the depths of his eyes, and then he returned to his usual indifference.

"Nonsense, go back quickly."

"No."

"go back!"

"do not want!"

The quarrel between the two provoked servants, several attendants wanted to take the eleventh prince away, but Si Kongren was so young that he was very strong, he hugged Sikong Lian's neck and did not let go, almost strangled Sikong Lian.

The baby's voice was crying, and it became blurred in the snow scene.

……

The emperor only asked Sikong Lian to kneel for less than half a stick of incense.Among the many princes, his favorite is still the seventh prince who is most similar to him.

When Sikong Lian was finally able to leave, he heard that Sikong Ren, who was forcibly taken back, developed a high fever.

Sighing heavily, Sikong Lian finally couldn't hold back the coldness in his heart, turned around and hurriedly ran towards the hall where Sikongren lived.

And for many years after that, when these princes were fighting each other to the death, no one knew whether they still remembered those carefree and warm moments.

Even when Si Konglian died, his face was full of hatred.The high-spirited, ambitious and ambitious boy Lang has long since ceased to exist.

Only the snowflakes are still floating, year after year, the moon shines on the earth, sprinkled with a sad thin light.