The prince in the cold palace

Wen Han trembled, his pale face was like a thin sheet of paper in the wind, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty wants to kill His Highness... Your Majesty..." He raised his voice unconsciously because of surprise, and suddenly covered his mouth with his hand , Staggered, looked around, and confirmed that there was no one nearby, then opened his eyes and looked at Zhibao in disbelief.

Mu Ao only felt that the wind was very strong, he couldn't hear it clearly, Zhi Fei and Wen Han, what were they talking about?

There was a layer of haze on the originally sunny face.

Zhi Fei lowered his head and gently kicked away the pebbles on the ground with his shoes. The two of them wanted to ask more questions, but Zhi Fei raised his head suddenly, with indescribable bitterness in his eyes. The seemingly bright smile was also bitter. He held a person with one hand, "Let's go home."

Then, under the slightly hesitant eyes of the two teenagers, he muttered to himself, "I hope it will be useful..."

Mu Ao stared fixedly at Zhifei, then at Zhifei's warm little hand holding his calloused palm that had been holding the sword all year round, and suddenly he held it with his backhand, wrapping his little hand up.

Zhi Fei was slightly surprised, nodded, but didn't say much.

Wen Han also held Zhibao's hand in his own, and he and Mu Ao stood beside Zhibao, like an impenetrable protective wall, firmly protecting the little people in it.

But only Mu Ao knew that this little man who needed their protection all day might also be protecting them in his unique way.

The emperor returned to the Guangya Hall with a trace of exhaustion on his face. The guards were guarding not far from the door, but they never dared to take a step closer there. Two shadow guards emerged from the night and quickly came to their Lord's house. Opening the door, the man in charge of the most powerful man in the world walked calmly, and a shadow guard walked up to the case to light a lamp for him.

The other stood at the door, confirming the task again with a normal expression, "In addition to the companions and guards, His Highness the Seventh Highness also wants to silence?"

Slowly taking off the gorgeous and heavy robe, the corners of Yin Wuyao's raised mouth looked a bit evil under the moonlight, but there was no trace of reluctance on his perfect and delicate face, "Trying into the military plane without permission is already a crime." It's a capital crime, and I also heard the conversation between me and the general, if I was coaxed by someone with a heart, wouldn't my military situation of Dazhou be known clearly."

The pink face of the child whom he hadn't seen a few times appeared in his mind, Yin Wuyao only secretly sighed that it was too late, and didn't say any more.

I saw the shadow guard lighting the lamp standing in front of the case, hesitant in his movements. He was born as a shadow guard, and his senses are very sensitive. At this moment, he smelled a strong smell from the lamp in front of His Majesty's case, and he was suspicious. It's not the original one of His Majesty, could it be that there is heaven and earth in it, or...

Yin Wuyao's lazy voice sounded, which could make people feel the oppression without anger and prestige, "Don't you still light the lamp?"

"Yes..." The shadow guard took out his fire bag and wanted to take off the lampshade, but found that the lampshade and the lamp holder were connected together. Although it is a bit weird, there are also such lamps in the palace. It may be that His Majesty's original lamp was replaced Some clumsy palace man fell and changed this one temporarily, secretly thinking that he was the shadow guard who had thought too much, stretched the fire to the lamp socket, and lit the lamp with a bang.

Yin Wuyao casually looked towards the place where the light was, but his eyes showed more and more unbelievable expressions. The light was not very bright, but it was enough to illuminate the whole room. The lamp didn't even have a picture, but it attracted the eyes of all three people present - it was slowly rising!

Gently and slowly, the white lamp floated up to the roof and stopped, the three people recovered from the shock, the emperor's eyes were full of excitement and joy, "Yes, this is it! Tell General Zheng to come over!" The half-taken clothes were put back on again, Yin Wuyao excitedly paced back and forth in the bedroom, the shadow guards were a little confused, and then heard the emperor's voice, "Go and check Who put this lamp on my case..."

"Wait a minute, let me take down that lamp first." Hearing the order, the shadow guard jumped up and took off the lamp that had risen to the roof, and handed it to the emperor.

Yin Wuyao took the lamp, stared at the liquid flowing in the lamp socket, and was stunned for a while, then slowly narrowed his eyes, and said straight to the point: "It's actually strong wine!"

The shadow guard remembered the emperor's order before, and was about to turn around to investigate, when he suddenly remembered something, "The seventh highness..."

The emperor's eyes suddenly cooled down, with a little contempt and disdain, "... let him live for now."

The current emperor is obviously not more concerned about the fate of a useless prince.

The shadow guard bowed and retreated.

Seeing the gate of the cold palace in front of him, Zhi Fei breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that the Kongming Lantern has worked."

"Kong Ming Lantern? What is that?" Wen Han asked in a low voice.

Mu Ao didn't understand either, although he made lanterns with thin rice paper and slender bamboo sticks according to Zhi Fei's instructions, filled the lamp sockets with spirits, twisted cotton wool into wicks, Sneaked in and put the lamp on the emperor's desk, but what was the use of that lamp, and how did it prevent His Majesty from pursuing them for breaking into the military plane by mistake? It is a question.

Zhi Fei smiled, said nothing, and pulled the two of them, "Go home."

When Zhi Fei returned the piano to Chang Xiangli, it happened to be the hottest time of the day, and Chang Xiangli was taking a nap under the grape trellis. There was no class that day, and two or three days had passed since the state banquet. Walking over, Chang Xiangli squinted his eyes, stopped humming an out-of-key tune, "Put the piano back in the inner room, and extinguish the sandalwood in the room when you leave."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Zhifei, and started humming again. He was bored and lazy, and he was only asking about the state banquet. He was in a leisurely manner. Zhifei put the piano away according to his instructions, and looked at the grape arbor in the yard through the window, as if, My impression of Master has always been not very objective. Was that stern face intentional?

After thinking too much, I feel a bit of a headache. The spirit of being obsessed in the past two days is not very good. Lufang said that it was the day of the state banquet that I went back to the wind and caught the cold, but Mu Ao Wenhan, who was with me, was fine, probably because of my congenital deficiency Maybe it's related.

The incense burning in the room made this drowsy feeling worse, Zhi Fei walked over and poured the fine soil prepared next to him into the copper stove, and the fragrance slowly faded away.

Three days after the state banquet was a national holiday. Although Wen Han was unwilling, Zhifei let him go home. When he was seen off at the gate of the palace in the morning, Wen Han was full of reluctance in his eyes, but he still carried his burden and walked out of the palace. go.

Mu Ao practiced sword in the backyard every day, never feeling tired from morning to night, and sometimes helped Lvfang grow vegetables and water them.

The palace is also very peaceful, except for the occasional hearing that His Majesty often summons the border generals, the other princes are peacefully taking vacations in their own palaces, and some of them go to the residences where the envoys have not been. Zhifei is probably the only one in the academy to see Master Chang's face.

Zhi Fei returned the piano, and walked alone in the long corridor erected with vermilion lacquer columns, holding his hand on the wooden railing. The touch that had become smooth due to age made Zhi Fei's slightly warm palm feel comfortable, and his fingertips began to rub , Looking at the various flowers, plants and trees outside the fence, gradually, he became dazed.

The sun sprinkled a thin layer of gold, covering the little man in white clothes.

Yin Wuyuan saw the child who was in a daze from afar.

There was a faint sense of tranquility on that rosy white face, and the warm light bloomed around him, and even the surrounding scenery seemed to be stained by this tranquility, which made it impossible to bear to destroy the harmony in it.

The emperor narrowed his eyes dangerously.

It's not that he didn't doubt the relationship between the lamp and Zhifei, he still subconsciously denied it in his heart, saying that it was his own child, but no matter how many reasons he found for not killing him, when it was time to kill him, he still gave up like an abandoned child, He doesn't like the feeling of regret, if the child he abandoned in the first place is not as ordinary and useless as he thought...

"Your Majesty, do you want to go there?" the guard asked from the side.

Yin Wuyao shook his head slowly, "Go back to Guangya Hall instead."

It's getting late, and I don't know how long I have been in a daze. Zhi Fei thought that if he didn't go back so late, his mother and concubine would be worried, so he hurriedly walked towards the cold palace, not paying much attention to a black shadow that broke in from the side, and just bumped into him. on the other side.

"I'm sorry..." Zhi Fei covered his head, quickly stabilized his footsteps, and looked up at the other party, who was almost unrecognizable in the eunuch costume.

The man held onto Zhibao's shoulders tightly, with an urgent and anxious expression on his face, he ran out of breath, and didn't notice when he was bumped into, he just looked straight at Zhibao, with a pleading tone in his voice: " Your Highness Seventh... I beg you to save Your Highness!"

Kneeling down with a bang, his knees slammed on the stone bricks. At that moment, Zhi Po seemed to hear the sound of bones colliding with the ground, and couldn't help frowning, "Wei Xi? Get up and talk, what happened?" gone?"

Wei Xi shook his head, his pale face couldn't see the solemn appearance of the past, he bit his lower lip, and looked at Zhi Po sadly, "Fourth Highness...Only you can save him..."

Zhi Fei sighed slightly, Wei Xi's words were endless, which made him at a loss, "Brother Sihuang has something to do, you should go to Emperor Father."

When Wei Xi heard the emperor's name, he trembled all over, suppressing the anger and panic in his chest, "Your Majesty the Seventh Highness...it is His Majesty who ordered the eradication of the faction of His Highness the Fourth Highness..."

The fourth prince's relatives have a considerable status in the court. Originally, the young emperor would not easily move in order to stabilize the foundation, but the fourth prince's grandfather was worried because the emperor did not appoint a crown prince, and did a lot of things to seize power. In the end, he had an affair with a foreign race and offended Tianwei. The emperor massacred the four princes in a fit of anger, even Zhimo, who was his own son, would not let go.

For more than half a month, Zhimo and his mother and concubine were imprisoned in the dungeon by their father and the emperor. Wei Xi's family was also implicated. This time, Wei Xi risked his life by dressing up as a little eunuch to enter the palace. Yes, once discovered, maybe he will die faster than Zhimo, but he just wants to see Zhimo, but the dungeon is heavily guarded, and he can't get close with the ability of a little companion and guard.

So he went to beg the emperor's most beloved son, Zhiqin.

After Zhi Qin heard this, he spread a bewitching smile, "It's very simple to go to see the fourth emperor brother, I can help you, and even plead with the emperor to save Zhi Mo from death, but there is a condition..."

Wei Xi knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily towards Zhi Po.

Muttering in his mouth, words like a mantra, repeated, repeated, "Only you can help him... only you..."

His forehead was knocked so bloody that he didn't feel it at all, seeing the bloodstains on the ground made Zhi Fei panic for a while.

Those desperate eyes were so similar to his own back then. Zhi Fei helped Wei Xi up, wiped the blood on his forehead with his sleeve, and said firmly, "I'll help you."