The prince in the cold palace

When did the summer solstice pass, I don't remember anymore, since that day, the sky has been gray, looking at Wei Xi who finally collapsed on the bed due to excessive grief and exhaustion, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

Wei Xi's forehead had already been bandaged properly, and he slept deeply for three days, and it seemed that nothing could wake him up. When Zhi Fei came back with Wei Xi on his back, the concubine mother caressed Wei Xi's forehead, "Such a small Poor child..."

Mu Ao showed no expression on the side, which was his usual expression, while Lufang chirped and asked Zhibao, how did he come back with a little eunuch on his back, where did he come back from, how did this person do it, more than ten Let Zhi Fei press his temple to answer each question one by one.

But when Wei Xi begged himself to help Zhi Mo, Zhi Fei lowered his eyes.

He swallowed back the words that came to his lips, under Mu Ao's puzzled eyes, Zhi Fei hurried into the room and changed his clothes, then fell down on the bed and looked at the ceiling, dazed, a little guilty, a little helpless, a little headache.

Lufang boiled the water, and he sat in the barrel in a daze.

Then for three days, Wei Xi didn't wake up, as if he would never wake up again.

This is the first time that Zhifei has come to Yuehua Palace, the bedroom of the second prince Zhiqin.

Ordinary princes live in the same palace with their mother and concubine before they leave the palace to build a mansion, but the second prince is special, he has his own bedroom, and the scale is larger and more luxurious than that of ordinary concubines.

He occupies most of the emperor's favor, and no one rushes to make trouble in front of him. When everyone sees Zhi Qin, they all cringe and fear.

Zhi Qin's smile is beautiful, he has always been quite confident in his beauty, but when he smiles, his eyes are cold, with an impenetrable chill.

The palace people said that the second prince's smile was very similar to His Majesty's.

Zhi Qin lazily turned over and sat on the soft couch half-supported, looking at the child in front of him with a smile in his eyes, Zhi Fei's slightly empty eyes looked at him without any color, like pure water Same.

Pointing to one of the guards at the door, the guard flashed into the room, lowered his head to listen to Zhi Qin's order with a sullen expression, "Find a stone for Brother Seventh, and let him kneel in the courtyard. For twelve hours, you will be in charge of monitoring it." .”

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Zhifei, got up and let the maids help him dress and comb his hair, Zhifei followed the guard and went out, "His Royal Highness, wait a moment." After taking Zhifei to an open place outside, he turned to He went somewhere, and when he came back, he held a black square stone in his hand.

"Your Highness, please." Putting the stone on the ground, the guard stood beside him calmly, silently watching Zhifei's knees pressed against the stone, his small face was silent.

The color of the sky became darker and darker, and occasionally there was a muffled sound of thunder in the distance, like a low drumbeat.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Zhifei felt that his knees didn't hurt so much. Instead, he felt sore and numb, and his legs were so heavy that he didn't feel like his own. He thought a lot, and thought of Zhimo's soft voice and Simple temperament, thinking of Wen Han coming back today, thinking of leaving Mu Ao and going to Yuehua Palace alone, thinking of not going to Mrs. Chang's class today, thinking of mother concubine, her pair of skillful hands are sewing again...

Wen Han would probably wait for him to pick him up at the gate of the palace. Before he went home, he promised to bring him the most famous lotus leaf cake in the imperial capital. He hoped that Lu Fang would not finish eating all of it, and save a piece for himself.

Mu Ao thought that he was going to Taiyuan College to attend class, and told him that he would not be accompanied by him today, and it would be very hard to wait for a whole morning. Mu Ao couldn't help himself, so he had to agree, but his eyes were full of worry.

Master Chang would probably frown and look at his vacant seat, and then continue his lecture, but next time he would give himself more homework, maybe he would have to check the recitation and theory.

Concubine Mu... Concubine Mu will be very worried...

Bit by bit, the cold touch spread on the skin, more and more, getting colder and colder, as if to take away all the warmth in the body.

Zhi Fei raised his head, the rain blurred his vision, and he couldn't open his eyes.

The black-colored clouds were mixed with lightning, and there were bursts of roaring sounds in my ears. It was raining, and I thought to myself, who is so sad and makes the sky cry for it?It could be Wei Xi, even if he fell asleep, the wrinkles between his brows could not be smoothed out, he didn't know what kind of mood Zhimo was in the dungeon, maybe he would be executed by his father tomorrow, maybe he was still ignorantly nestling beside his concubine mother.

Wei Xi's affection for Zhimo is just like Zhuang Xian's for Zhou Yu, who was so desperate and persistent.

He no longer knew whether it was Wei Xi or himself who was stubborn.

I can't tell whether it's day or night, and my vision is blurred. The guards around me don't know where they went. Maybe they go back to the house to return to their lives. Now not only their legs, but also their bodies are numb. It feels like only their consciousness is awake. , even the consciousness is a little fuzzy...

The emperor walked to the promenade in front of the atrium, looked back at the child kneeling on the stone, paused, and walked into the inner room.

Zhi Qin stood in front of the window with his back to the light, so he couldn't see the expression on the young man's face clearly. He was wearing a black cloak, which complemented his fair skin. Delicate feeling, a little more aura.

Sensing someone approaching him, Zhi Qin didn't look back, exhaled slowly, and raised his eyes a little tiredly, "Father, I have promised the seventh brother that if he kneels for twelve hours, he will replace the fourth brother." Please forgive him." With a flat tone and no emotion, Zhi Qin glanced at the scene of the atrium for the last time, then turned around without nostalgia, his eyes returned to the coldness.

Yin Wuyao looked at Zhi Qin with a playful smile, and didn't come closer, but leaned leisurely on the back of the soft couch, untied his robe that was slightly wet with water, and the hem and sleeves were mottled deep. Colored water marks come into view.

"Since that's the case, my father agrees." After speaking, he took off his robe, pulled over the brocade quilt, turned over and fell asleep.

On a rainy day, Yin Wuyao recalled the things that the shadow guards reported to him, about Yuehua Palace, about Wei Xi, about Zhifei, he heard every detail clearly, he remembered that day in the The child leaning on the railing in a daze on the promenade, with the soft light and calm face around him, was disturbed by the splashing rain somewhere in his heart.

Only exile all thoughts in a dream.

Zhi Qin summoned the maid to light the incense, then sat on the table and played the zither again and again, wisps of wind mixed with water vapor blew in, but Zhi Qin didn't care, his skillful fingering fluttered on the strings, like a flexible butterfly.

Zhifei finally fell.

The thunder was rumbling and very loud, but it couldn't reach Zhi Po's ears, as if it had been centuries away.

In the haze, he kept telling himself not to relax, bit his lip, and tried his best to persevere, but the energy in his body seemed to be taken away by the rain quickly, and he could feel the power slowly disappearing, and his eyes became darker and darker. The sound of the rain was getting farther and farther away, the eyelids were constantly fighting, and the consciousness was gradually alienated, and finally silently thought in my heart that all previous efforts might be wasted, so I fell to the ground with a "boom" unwillingly.

When the guards hesitated for a long time and finally went to the inner room to find an umbrella, they saw that Zhi Fei was lying in the rain, not to mention drenched, the blood below his knees mixed with rainwater could not be washed away, and there was no blood at all. His face was covered with water, and he subconsciously bit his lip and wanted to persevere.

The dusk after the rain always brings a freshness.

It was the first time for Zhi Qin to see the anxious look on that perfect man's face and the dark anger in his eyes.

The imperial physician who was kneeling beside him tremblingly checked his pulse again, his wrinkled face was full of panic, and the imperial physician said in panic, "His Highness has a high fever because of the cold air entering his body and the rain. The old wounds on my body have not healed, whether I can wake up is a problem..."

The emperor's complexion was very bad, and he was pacing in front of the bed a little impatiently, the cold, the rain, the old injury...

"You can't even save a mere child, so what's the use of raising you quack doctors!"

The imperial doctor fell to the ground in horror, "I will try my best to find a solution... Your Majesty, please forgive me... Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

"Get out!" Yin Wuyao's voice was low and full of anger, and he glanced complicatedly at Zhi Po who was lying on the bed and murmuring uneasily, his cheeks were sickly red due to the high fever, and his brows were wrinkled together in pain, no matter what No matter how many layers of quilts were covered, he was still shivering.

The moment the guard carried Zhi Fei into the room, Yin Wuyao felt his mind was a little confused. He couldn't help but glanced at the child lying quietly in the guard's arms, then frowned and called the imperial physician in a low voice, and went to In front of the window where Zhi Qin stood, the atrium has been covered by the rain curtain, and the black flat stone can still be vaguely seen. clothes on the bed.

Zhifei's knee had already been bandaged before the imperial doctor came, and there were a few old scars faintly on his white leg. Yin Wuyao silently looked at the maid who bandaged Zhifei, and felt that those scars were more and more an eyesore.

The emperor, who was usually moody and angry, gradually became irritable.

The imperial doctor ran away from Yuehua Palace like a shit, bumped into a young man in black clothes at the door, followed by a scholar-like young man, and rushed in without waiting for the guard's notification.

It was Mu Ao and Wen Han.

When Mu Ao, who was going to Taiyuan College to pick up Zhibao, was told by Chang Xiangli that he was not here, he felt a bolt from the blue, and he frantically searched for Zhibao everywhere in the palace. The promenade, the imperial garden that Zhifei walked through, the school grounds of the imperial horses... Finally, he returned to the cold palace with a glimmer of hope, only to see Wen Han who was also about to go crazy.

The two looked for each palace one by one with red eyes, and when they heard a small group of court ladies talking about a prince who had gone to Yuehua Palace, they all agreed that it was a waste, and regardless of the heavy rain, they turned around and ran to Yuehua Palace again. Hua Palace.

While running, they saw the palace people rushing in and out of Yuehua Palace, and a bad feeling suddenly filled their hearts. They didn't care so much, they just wanted to find him and that person quickly, the chaotic palace was like In a farce, two anxious teenagers abandoned etiquette and rushed into Zhiqin's bedroom.

They didn't seem to have seen the emperor and Zhiqin, they ran directly to Zhifei's bed, and watched his high fever persist and let out a painful murmur, the mottled red of the bitten lower lip was shocking against the pale face , They frantically held Zhifei's cold hand, trying hard to warm him with their own warmth, but they couldn't see Zhifei feeling better.

The emperor flicked his sleeves and walked out of the palace, and Zhi Qin who was left with a smile on his face lightly fiddled with the strings of the zither, as if it had nothing to do with him.