Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Mu Zishi is used to getting up early, and he opened his eyes at dawn, but saw Qi Yupei was looking at him with a smile nearby: "Are you awake? You have talked a lot in sleep."

A strand of his long hair brushed against Mu Zishi's ear, making it itchy. Mu Zishi raised his hand and scratched his ear, muttering, "Well, I've had a dream all night, and I'm exhausted."

Qi Yupei was full of interest, his eyes sparkling: "Lying on the quicksand dreaming of gold, on the ant nest dreaming of an emperor, what kind of dream are you dreaming when you are on my bed?"

Mu Zishi had a hard time thinking about it: "I forgot it all... I just remember seeing a tree of peach blossoms break through the ice at the end, glowing like a smile."

Qi Yupei asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"

Mu Zishi just woke up, and his voice was soft and nasal: "It's beautiful, I really want to ask you to watch it together, but I can't find you."

Said with an aggrieved face, Qi Yupei couldn't help kissing the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, I will see what you see in the future."

After finishing speaking, he ordered He Baoer: "You go to the Zhiping Palace and wait for the emperor to come down, and tell me what I said: Mu Zishi is smart and fortitude can be used to great advantage. He has been with his servants for many years and loves brothers and sisters. I implore the emperor to stay for Daning." The thighs and arms can be ministers, and I will leave a space for my sons and daughters."

He Bao'er answered with choked sobs, bowed and withdrew.

Seeing Mu Zishi opening his mouth to speak, Qi Yupei waved his hand and interrupted: "Zi Shi, you go too, I have to rest for a while."

Mu Zishi bit his lip: "Then I'll come back later."

Qi Yupei lazily said: "Don't you need to go to the study? I'm sick so you can take the opportunity to hide and relax... Don't come here if you don't get summoned by me for the past two days."

Mu Zishi rolled his eyes and tried to play tricks: "Your Highness..."

Qi Yupei lowered his face: "Be obedient!"

Mu Zishi snorted, turned around and left, but he didn't know that Qi Yupei's eyes staring at his back were so intense that he almost burned the last bit of his life.

Until the door was closed silently, Qi Yupeifang lay down slumped. Up to now, there is nothing that cannot be understood. Maybe I can still remember myself occasionally, so the bones three feet underground can also smile without complaint.

Two days later, the snow stopped and the sun rose, the sky was clear and clear, and there was no wind at all. Mu Zishi was in a good mood, and he simply opened the window to practice calligraphy in the afternoon.

Biluo was quietly rubbing ink aside, Mu Zishi didn't know why, but he wrote a piece of "Ge Sheng": Ge Sheng Meng Chu, stalking in the wild.Yumei died here.who with?alone!Ge Shengmeng thorns, vines in the field.Yumei died here.who with?Solo!The corner pillow is bright, and the brocade quilt is rotten.Yumei died here.who with?Dudan!Summer day, winter night.After a hundred years, return to its home!Winter night, summer day.After a hundred years, return to his room!

When I was writing the last centenary, I suddenly felt ominous, and the tip of the pen froze slightly, but the pen tip of the wolf hair fell off the paper with a soft pop.

Mu Zishi was stunned for a long time holding the lacquer pen, then suddenly raised his head, threw the pen and said angrily, "What's going on? Who touched this pen? Who touched it?"

The servants serving in the palace hurriedly knelt down on the ground. Although Mu Zishi had been used to be a little childish and arrogant by the prince these years, he never lost his temper.

Bi Luo sighed, seeing Mu Zishi so angry that the veins on his forehead were bursting, he persuaded him gently: "It's cold after the snow, maybe it's frozen... It's just a pen, don't worry about it, calm down, I'll get it later It's up to you to beat and scold me, right?"

As he spoke, he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. Mu Zishi was getting older, but he still treated Bi Luo as he was when he was young. Xudian, I gave it to you, if you don’t care about it, I will let Xiao Fuzi pass the board on!"

Bi Luo smiled and said: "Take care! When you calm down, I will take care of it right away!"

Just as he was talking, he heard the sound of a bell. Mu Zishi's face turned pale, and he grabbed Bi Luo's arm with one hand: "Listen... am I wrong?"

Bi Luo's complexion also changed dramatically, this is neither a festival nor a war, there is only one possibility for the palace bell to ring: a nobleman has passed away.

He held his breath and listened attentively to the sound. The bell rang nine times for the emperor, six for the empress dowager, queen and prince, five for princes and princes, and the number for the rest of the concubines.

But Mu Zishi couldn't hold it anymore, he slumped in his chair and dared not listen, but the sound of the bell was thick and long, how could it be avoided by plugging his ears?

Once, twice, and three times, Mu Zishi murmured, "Just three times! Just three times! Stop!"

But the bell kept ringing, and when the sixth sound came out, everyone knew that the crown prince Qi Yupei had passed away.

Mu Zishi still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, maybe the queen died suddenly, stood up quickly, and ran out, just as he ran out, he heard a eunuch screaming: "The crown prince is dead!"

The sun reflected on the snow, each edge was bright and light, but it was like a knife like a sword, dazzling and killing people's hearts.

In the winter of the 22nd year of Yongxi, the crown prince Qi Yupei died, and his posthumous title was Prince Shengdehuichun.

Qi Jin was so heartbroken that he couldn't come to the court, and the grand funeral was beyond the norm.

According to the system, the emperor used six coffins and three coffins, the prince had three coffins and two coffins, and the princes had two coffins and two coffins. The coffins are made of golden nanmu, millennium spring buds and red gold inlaid jade.

There was a censor's speech officer who remonstrated and refuted, Qi Jin was furious, and killed four speech officials in one day.

He ordered the Ministry of Rites to write a mourning book, but he also thought it was useless in parallel, four li and six words, so he revised it more than ten times before he reluctantly used it. Later, he personally wrote down the life of Prince Huichun when he was ill, and the eminent monks of Xinming Temple and Huguo Temple chanted scriptures to surpass him. 49 days.

Muzishi stayed by the Zi Palace like a wandering soul for several days. Biluo let him eat whatever he wanted, let him drink whatever he wanted, and even let him sleep for a while, and he was so obedient and silent that it was disturbing.

In fact, everything in front of him seems to be just a dream to Mu Zishi, and all kinds of extreme sorrow and honor after death are like dust and clouds, and Qi Yupei can't get Qi Yupei to come back alive and smile at himself.

Numerous relatives and ministers were also mourning and crying like Meng Kao's concubine. Mu Zishi felt extremely disgusted, and even felt a kind of hatred for Luo Shi and Qi Shaochong.

That day, Qi Shao persuaded with red eyes: "Zi Shi, you have been on guard for seven days, why don't you go back and rest for a while?"

Mu Zishi looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

Qi Shaochong said again: "Bi Luo said that you have eaten very little in the past few days, you... You can't do it if you continue like this. Fourth brother entrusted you to me, so I hope you can treat yourself kindly."

Mu Zishi didn't even look at him anymore.

Qi Shao was in a hurry, and asked directly: "Why don't you talk to me?"

Mu Zishi lowered his head and said softly, "Why didn't you die?"

The most vicious and daring words in the world are nothing more than that, Qi Shaochong could hardly believe his ears: "What did you say?"

Through the thick eyelashes that were half drooping, Mu Zishi's eyes were still sharp and cold that could not be concealed: "Why didn't you die? Do you think I don't know that His Highness was forced to death by you? You and the Queen have been looking forward to His Highness's death. , you think I can't see it?"

Qi Shaochong was filled with shock and anger, and even more frustrated by being wronged. He said loudly: "I don't have it! I don't have it at all!"

Mu Zishi shook his head, as indifferent as a stone: "I don't believe it."

Qi Shao rushed angrily: "I never tell lies! My majestic seventh prince, why should I lie to you?"

Luo Shi pulled Qi Shaochong with one hand, and said indifferently: "What are you talking about? Look at you, you are so sweaty..."

Qi Shaochong opened his mouth, but concealed Mu Zishi's rebellious words, disheartened, and said: "Mother, it's nothing."

Luo Shi had just cried for a while, with a tired look on his face, without asking any more questions, he rushed back to Liangyi Palace with Qi Shao.

When she passed by Bi Luo, she paused for a while, and said: "I'll take care of your master."

Bi Luo flinched, Fang tremblingly said: "Yes."

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Zishi suddenly whispered, "Bi Luo..."

Bi Luo hurriedly knelt and walked forward: "What's the matter? Are you hungry or tired?"

Mu Zishi was expressionless: "Has it already been seven days?"

Bi Luo nodded.

Mu Zishi helped her to stand up, but he couldn't get up: "The legs are numb...let's go back to Zhaoxu Palace."

Bi Luo responded, and went out to call Xiao Fuzi to come in and carry Mu Zishi on his back. It was already midnight at midnight, only the palace lanterns covered with white silk gave off a dim light along the way.

Mu Zishi lay on Xiao Fuzi's back and said, "Bi Luo, my leg hurts badly."

Bi Luo said softly: "Your knees are swollen, and the ground is cold again. When I get back, my servant will give you a good rub."

Mu Zishi was silent for a moment: "Why hasn't Qi Wushang come back..."

Qi Wushang didn't miss seeing him, but when he was in distress and helpless, he always felt that he would ride his horse and rush to the same place as he did back then.

Xiao Fuzi felt the hot water dripping into his neckline along his ears, and felt sad in his heart, and advised: "Master, don't worry, think about it, Yongliang is thousands of miles away from Chenjing, and the road is blocked by heavy snow. Wait a few more days, His Royal Highness will definitely come."

There were plum blossoms blooming in the corner of the flower garden, and the fragrance was clear and far away, Bi Luo said: "Master, do you want to break two branches and put them back in a vase? Smelling the fragrance, I can sleep better."

I didn't hear Mu Zishi's answer for a long time, but when I looked closely, I saw that his eyes were closed and he was asleep.

Under the tiredness and sorrow, the gentleness of darkness has an incomparable allure. Mu Zishi fell into a deep sleep this time. In a daze, he felt warm hands rubbing his cold and stinging knees. The air was filled with nothing but benzoin. Familiar and delicate, with the refreshing smell of medicated oil.

Mu Zishi let out a sigh of satisfaction, moved his body a little, and fell asleep again, making up his mind that he would never wake up until he was on the verge of starving to death.

Two days later, Bi Luo was worried, and pushed him hard to wake him up: "Eat something before going to sleep, okay? It's scary if you sleep like this!"

Mu Zishi rubbed his eyes and sat up, only to find that there was no one else in the room except Biluo. He touched his knees and found that the flesh was wrapped in thick cotton gauze soaked in medicine, and the pain was greatly relieved.

Bi Luo brought a small bowl of porridge with longan and candied dates, and sat by the bed: "Come, have some porridge first."

Seeing that her eyes were black and blue, Mu Zishi was obviously exhausted, and couldn't help being moved: "I'm tired of you."

Bi Luo lowered her head and pursed her lips with a slight smile, fed him mouthful after mouthful, and then helped him wash and dress, just like when Mu Zishi first arrived in the East Palace.

After everything was tidied up, Bi Luo knelt at Mu Zishi's feet, dusted the skirt of his clothes for him, raised her head and said, "Young master, you have been here for six years, but in my heart, you are still the pitiful and lovable girl from back then." child."

Mu Zishi looked at her: "Bi Luo, you have something on your mind."

Bi Luo said in a low voice: "The death of His Royal Highness... is strange."

Mu Zishi's eyes changed abruptly, and he stared at Bi Luo condescendingly: "Say! Don't hide a single word."

Bi Luo said: "Half a month ago, I went to the Imperial Dining Room to get chestnut powder to make cakes for you to eat. When I passed Jinting Pool, I accidentally saw Hua Xiang talking head-to-head with Chun Yu in Concubine Tao's palace. A small silver box for Huaxiang."

Hua Xiang is one of Qi Yupei's most important maids. She handles soup, medicine and meals on weekdays. Mu Zishi gritted his teeth: "Tao Guifei... yes, the Tao family, Qi Hefeng..."

After thinking about it, he scolded angrily, "Why didn't you tell me then?"

Bi Luo said dejectedly: "I didn't know that the imperial concubine would do such evil things. I am just a small servant girl, without any real evidence, how can I dare to speak falsely about the imperial concubine's right and wrong? Or maybe the silver box is just makeup?"

Mu Zishi shook his head and said: "No, everyone knows that the imperial concubine, the empress and the East Palace are at odds, so how can the maidservants of the two places pass some insignificant things in private?"

After finishing speaking, he picked up Biluo with one hand: "You follow me to see the emperor!"

The author has something to say: The black lotus little tsundere and aggressive prince has fallen off...

The song "Ge Sheng" is a poem in mourning for the deceased lover. In order to make everyone happy, I specially searched the translation on Baidu and posted it for everyone to see!

Pueraria vines cover the wattle trees, and weeds grow in the wild.My good man has gone, who will accompany him?be alone!The jujube trees are covered with kudzu vines, and weeds are crawling all over the cemetery.My good man has gone, who will accompany him?Alone!The lacquered ox horn pillow, the glittering cotton brocade quilt.My good man has gone, who will accompany him?Sleep alone!