The prince in the cold palace

The full house of royal relatives, relatives and officials, big and small, were chatting and laughing at first, but when they saw the two handsome princes who appeared at the door, they looked over at the same time. The moonlight shone on the two of them like a thin layer of veil. More like a fairy boy who doesn't eat fireworks, the hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes followed the boys, one big and one small, into the hall and took their seats, and then they came back to their senses and continued drinking and chatting.

The seat in the main hall is the emperor, and there are two left and right seats under the emperor's throne. The princes sit in the left and right seats in turn according to their age.

No one in the hall noticed that the face of the eldest prince who arrived first had a look of gloom, and then he returned to normal. He looked at the third prince who had just been seated, raised his cup to toast the third prince who was seated next to him, and greeted him with words. Zhizhong's eyes revealed a touch of confidence, and his perfectly curved lips evoked an elegant smile, "Brother Huang, Zhiyu is physically handicapped, so we can only replace wine with tea, and toast him a cup."

Zhi Zhong nodded, raised his glass and drank it on his neck, but looked at Zhi Po who was not far away beside Zhi Qing, narrowed his eyes slightly, Zhi Po was bowing his head to order his guard, his eyes were shining with some kind of brightness, the guard Tilting his head to listen, some doubts appeared on his resolute and handsome face, but he still nodded in response, and left the hall in a hurry.

I don't know if it was because of the bright lights in the hall, or because he was a little confused after drinking alcohol, but Zhifei's little face was white and rosy, and it was so pink that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

The maids served the dishes one by one, and the exquisite dishes were placed on the table in front of them. When the maids finished their work, they heard the announcement from the eunuch, saying that Prince Xin had arrived.

Lord Xin is dressed in light yellow, but at the age of Li Zhinian, he looks very young, but his expressionless face has a detached silence. After thinking about it, he probably looks like a puppet, without emotions, anger, sorrow, or joy. His eyes were also dull, except that his every move was not stiff like a puppet, Zhi Po almost felt that Prince Xin was not alive.

Zhi Qing beside him grinned and winked at Zhi Zhu sitting on the opposite seat, probably laughing at the only surviving prince, Zhi Zhu also returned a thief-like smile, Zhi Fei shook his head secretly, stopped looking at them, and turned to look at them. At the gate of the hall, Mu Ao has been away for so long and hasn't come back, could he be lost, or was he made things difficult by others in which palace?

Looking worriedly at Wen Han standing behind him, Wen Han seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and smiled gently, "Don't worry, Your Highness, Mu Ao will be fine, aren't all the people who make things difficult for us on weekdays in this hall? "

Zhi Fei looked around, um, indeed... there are some who are not here, Zhi Qin and the emperor haven't come yet, but at this moment they should be dressing up in Guangya Hall, it is impossible to meet Mu Ao.

Wen Han coughed softly, "Your Highness, Wen Han doesn't know what His Highness needs those things for?"

Zhi Fei smiled mysteriously, with rare pride and confidence on his face, "You will know when the time comes."

As soon as Zhi Fei's voice fell, there was a duck-like voice at the door, "Your Majesty is here—the second prince is here—"

All the officials stood up and knelt down in unison. The emperor was dressed in gold and black robes, and his appearance was imposing. One and a half steps behind him was Qin Qin, who was wearing a purple and luxurious brocade robe, with a finely carved dragon jade pendant hanging from his waist. Smiling, charming and natural, it's a pity that the officials kneeling can't see his slightly mocking expression, the jade-like prince has a sly brilliance in his eyes.

Just as everyone was beating their drums uncomfortably, the emperor sat down, and said in a lazy and magnetic voice, "Everyone loves you in peace."

The banquet has officially begun.

At the banquet, singing and dancing, drunk, I don’t know which envoy stood up first, said congratulations, and then presented exquisite gifts prepared for His Majesty, and then many envoys came forward to congratulate and present gifts, some of them were enchanting and plump. Exotic beauties, there is a huge picture of "beautiful mountains and rivers", and there are gifts of swords... From basic necessities of life to clothing, food, housing, transportation, wind, moon, soldiers, horses, antiques and rare treasures, there is a dazzling array of everything.

Emperor Yin Wuyao lacked interest, he leaned halfway on the cushion, his chin resting on his slender and well-knuckle palm, waved for the eunuchs to take the gifts down, looked around all the officials, and finally fell on his favorite son On the body, "I wonder what gift Qin'er has prepared for the father?"

All the officials couldn't help sweating, Qi Qi looked at the second prince, Zhi Qin smiled charmingly, "Father should let the emperor celebrate his birthday first, how dare Zhi Qin overstep it."

Zhizhong didn't even look at Zhiqin, got up leisurely, called the guards to fetch the sword, congratulated Yin Wuyao, floated down in the center of the hall, the sword was unsheathed, and a Chinese zither sounded, the music and the sword dance complemented each other. The set of swordsmanship danced righteously, with the domineering aura of an emperor faintly, Zhi Zhong floated back to his seat with a straight face, all the officials were dumbfounded at first, and finally they all said hello, even the emperor nodded, "Zhong'er The martial arts are advanced, and the father is very happy."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhi Qin again, and Zhi Qin giggled, pretending to have no choice but to get up, his movements were extremely seductive, the ten-year-old boy was slender and graceful, walked gracefully into the hall, and the melodious music suddenly appeared between raising his hands, Then a lavender veil slipped out of the sleeve, and the graceful dance attracted the attention of the audience. The corner of the emperor's mouth curled into a smile, and he looked at Zhi Qin who was dancing to him with satisfaction, and said three words, "Okay, well!"

Zhiqin glanced at Zhizhong provocatively, Zhizhong met his gaze without fear with his face livid.

Then came Zhiyu's gift. What he gave was a map with detailed descriptions. The whole picture of the imperial capital was vividly displayed on the paper, and the emperor accepted it very happily.

Zhiqing Zhizhu and the two performed a set of boxing together. Although it was somewhat similar to Zhizhong's show, these two lively and lovely sons also won Yin Wuyao's favor.

The emperor looked along the seat, and saw the child next to Zhiqing's seat. His eyes were lowered, as if he was waiting for his name to be announced. The face is barely passable, and you can find seven or eight parts of Concubine Mu's shadow in it.

Does it mean that as long as he is not announced, he will always hide himself in the light of others?

Yin Wuyao thought maliciously, there are already enough sons, and it would not be a big deal to lose one or two, not to mention the waste who gave up at the beginning, no matter how hard he struggles, he will not look at him more.

that face?Yin Wuyao smiled sarcastically, he already has Zhiqin, but he doesn't want to carry out the notoriety of taking the youngest son, and there are many pampering palaces that are many times better than Zhifei.

Such an ordinary child, such an abandoned son, who has been left in the cold palace for so many years, is still alive...

A somewhat cold voice came from the throne, "Yan'er, what gift have you prepared for Father?"

The three-year-old son stepped forward joyfully, and Ziyu's flute was brought to his lips. The melodious and clear sound of the flute filled the hall. After the song was finished, all the audience was shocked and quiet. After a long time, there were praises and flattery one after another. Some said that the eighth prince is a child prodigy, congratulations to Your Majesty, the tiger father has no dog son, some said that the tune "remains in my ears forever", and Zhiyan smiled sweetly, "Father, how is your son playing?"

Yin Wuyao asked Zhiyan to step forward and hugged his youngest son on his lap, "Father is very happy tonight, hehe... who is next?"

Many people stared at Zhi Po with vicious and sneering eyes. Zhi Po still lowered his eyes, his expression covered by his broken hair, and his slightly pale face made them point and feel disdainful. A little princess who volunteered came forward to offer a gift , followed by the performances of the concubines.

Fortunately, Mu Ao didn't come back, otherwise his lungs would explode. Wen Han's complexion was also very bad, and the little eunuch who was holding Chang Xiangli's piano by his side seemed a little at a loss. All the princes have to present gifts, but, what is going on, His Majesty the Emperor chose to ignore the unfavored Seventh Prince on a whim, what about Qin...

Zhi Fei thought silently, Mu Ao had to come back before the birthday banquet was over, and it didn't matter to him whether he offered a gift or not, but it was a pity for Master Chang's kindness and teaching, so don't be scolded too much by him when you go back. It's better to be miserable.He raised his eyes slightly, a little stunned by Shangzhi Qin's playful gaze, and then felt a domineering and cold gaze piercing towards him, Zhi Fei turned his head slightly, and the emperor's gloomy eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Zhi Fei withdrew his gaze, feeling a little cold, the moon was in the sky, and the banquet was almost over, the emperor watched the song and dance for a while, then got up and went back to Guangya Hall, according to the ancestor's rules, after the emperor's birthday banquet, he would take a bath and burn incense that night For praying and chanting scriptures, the scriptures are only a short chapter, but the process is cumbersome, and there are various rules and regulations, and these are the emperor's business alone.He leaned over and said to Zhi Qin, "Qin'er, let's stay until he wants to go back, Father has something else to do."

The emperor left the table, and the ministers were no longer restrained, they let go of the chat, and the singing and dancing became more extravagant. Many ministers used the name of toasting and chatting to please the princes. He rushed up to him with a scalp, and couldn't get away for a while, holding on to waste was of no value, the front of the seat was deserted, Wen Han put on a coat for him, and the two left the oppressive hall with dance music.

Mu Ao, who was hiding in the night, was dressed in a black bunt, with his strong arms exposed. He bowed slightly, "Your Highness, it's all done." Zhi Fei smiled and nodded, "Then let's go home." Seeing Mu Ao's puzzled expression, Zhi Fei raised his head to look at the round and bright moon, which symbolizes reunion, and Zhi Fei's eyes were even clearer, "I remember, at that time, the father said to them: 'Just now and What General Zheng talked about, don’t leak the slightest bit of information'...Father, probably he really wants to kill me."

Zhi Fei thought of the sharp hunter-like eyes of the man on the seat, and couldn't help shrunk his body. The summer wind was extremely cold, and the temperature in his body was taken away by the wind little by little, without any nostalgia.