The prince in the cold palace

In the haze, it seemed that someone was calling his name, Zhibao, Zhibao, Zhibao, hoarsely.

Who is... what is this place...

Why is my head hurting so much?

"You are a doctor! You want to save him!"

"If Your Highness can't wake up, I want all of you to be buried with me!"

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

"His Royal Highness...wake up quickly..."

"Yin Zhifei! Wake up for me!"

The noisy voices in his ears became more and more chaotic, so loud that his eardrums would be broken, his whole body had no strength, his heart could not bear such a loud volume, his brain was buzzing, and he exerted the last strength of his whole body , Zhi Fei opened his mouth with difficulty, "Noisy..."

Wen Han couldn't believe his ears, he looked at Mu Ao with red eyes, his voice was suffocating, "Your Highness..."

Mu Ao also excitedly grasped the little hand holding the disabled, as if he was afraid that he would let him leave if he didn't pay attention. In the empty palace, there was the sound of Wen Han sniffling, and the palace people didn't know when they were pushed back.

Wen Han tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch Zhifei's forehead, the fever was subsiding little by little, he hurriedly took off the cloth towel from Zhifei's forehead, rubbed it with cold water in the copper basin on the ground, and folded it again Cover the forehead of the waste.

Mu Ao yelled at the imperial physician who stood timidly at the side: "He has woken up, come and have a look!"

The imperial physician rushed over in a panic and stretched out his hand to cut Zhifei's pulse. His face softened a little, and a big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. Thinking of His Majesty's anger and the two young men in front of him who are not easy to provoke, he respectfully said to Mu Ao : "His Highness has started to reduce the fever... Yes, you should wait for him to fully wake up before he can take the medicine..."

Jianmei stared at him coldly, "Then why are you still standing there, go to decoction!"

The imperial doctor was very dissatisfied, but he couldn't touch the young man who was in a rage, so he had no choice but to carry the medicine box and handed the medicine prepared in advance to the palace man.

The qualifications of this imperial doctor are considered old in the imperial hospital. No one has ever called him around, but I don't know what happened to him this day. The guards accompanied me, and I don't see how His Majesty loves His Highness the Seventh Highness, or treats His Highness the Seventh Highness as air at all, but what happened today?

Not daring to think too much, the imperial physician obediently followed Mu Ao's instructions to find a stove to decoct medicine.

The Yuehua Palace was in chaos at some point, the maids did not dare to approach Zhiqin's bedroom, the eunuchs kept running to the Imperial Hospital and Yuehua Palace, but the guards responded calmly, according to Zhiqin's orders, let them make trouble if they wanted to. , he didn't care at all.

The qin and incense on the table were still there, but people walked out of the palace without a sound.

There is a dark place in the palace, called the dungeon, where the royal relatives and spies who have infiltrated the palace are locked up. It is cold and damp, and no grass grows. When you step into that place, you feel that there is only a thin line between light and darkness, and once you go in, it is difficult to get out. On that day, Zhi Qin covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve in disgust, and walked inwards through the puddles of the sewage.

"Second Highness, we're here." The prison chief's angry voice was full of flattery and fear, and he put the torch next to the prison door, took a bunch of keys from his belt, and picked one of them to open the iron prison door.

Lying on the yellow and rotting rice stalks was the prince who had been so beautiful in the past, his eyes were empty and lifeless, his body was wrapped in a tattered blanket, trembling.

Zhi Qin rubbed his Jingming acupoint, and said in a sigh-like tone, "Have you ever tortured him?"

The head of the prison was dripping with cold sweat, rubbing his hands and nodding to Zhiqin as if to flatter him, "How can the person sent to the dungeon not be punished at all..."

Zhi Qin nodded, let the cell boss and guards wait outside, walked in by himself, stood in front of Zhi Mo, looked at the delicate face that could not be concealed under the sloppy appearance without any emotion, and slowly squatted down , touched Zhimo's cheek with his fingers, and rubbed it gently, his bright red lips let out a sigh, "What's so good about you, it's worth letting them kneel down in front of me one by one?"

A pair of jade hands pulled away the blanket on Zhi Mo's body, slipped into his inner shirt, and ruthlessly tore off the filthy clothes. Looking at the snow-white chest with crimson welts, Zhi Qin's eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered. He made a sound, and then moved closer to the trembling Zhimo, clapped his hands, and stood up.

He still remembers the first time he saw that chubby child, with white and tender skin, wearing carefully selected brocade clothes and jade belts, learning to walk as a toddler. He fell to the ground and cried when he got up, his weak nature disgusted Zhi Qin.

But the child who had just learned to talk followed behind him in a childlike voice, "Brother Huang, Brother Huang", with tears in his eyes just to win Zhi Qin to look back. How did he get raised so innocently? Qin shook his head, with a charming smile, and handed out a piece of pastry, "Brother Huang is very busy now, Mo'er can play by himself."

Zhimo, who happily took the pastry, was taken away by the apologetic nanny, and then the father would look at him with a half-smile, the look was not looking at his own child, but looking at a prey .

Zhi Qin came out of the prison, as if recalling something, he looked at the prison head with contemptuous eyes, "I have just seen it, the fourth prince... can there be more traces?"

The head of the prison quickly nodded in agreement, saying that he would go to punish the fourth prince when he turned around, Zhiqin nodded, "Just don't kill or maim, the rest is up to you."

After finishing speaking, he left without any nostalgia. Two silver-armored guards stood behind Zhiqin, watching the second prince leave with a cold face, until the youth's slender figure was no longer in sight, and the jailer stomped his feet and spit , "Bah! The cat cries and the mouse pretends to be merciful..."

The sky had completely darkened, and the palace was filled with solemn palace lanterns.

Zhi Fei only felt that he had a long, long dream. In the dream, he saw his concubine mother lying on the bed in pain, but he couldn't get close to her, couldn't reach out to comfort her, he could only look at her. Her eyes were red from crying, swollen like two walnuts, and Mu Ao and Wen Han, their red eyes were as pitiful as rabbits, and they called their own names heart-piercingly, Lufang held back the tears What are you busy with...

He felt that his body was so heavy, like a big rock, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

With a groan, the mouth that opened again was as dry as swallowing sand, and even the throat was hoarse, and it took a lot of difficulty to make a sound, "Uh... uncomfortable..."

Lu Fang yelled, and Mu Ao and Wen Han threw themselves on the edge of the bed and looked at Zhi Po who was waking up, their hearts almost jumped into their throats, "Wake up! This time I really woke up!"

When Lufang arrived at Yuehua Palace, she happened to see Mu Ao yelling at the imperial physician who was almost frightened. A teenager rushed aside and took care of himself.Lufang knew that the most worried and saddest person at that time was not herself, Mu Ao, and Wen Han, but the kind and virtuous lady in the cold palace.

When Zhiqin sent someone to notify them, the empress exclaimed and almost fainted on the ground. Lufang helped Concubine Mu lie on the bed halfway, and she saw Concubine Mu holding Lufang's hand tightly, looking at She, "Hustle... we must bring Huoer back safely..."

Concubines in the cold palace are not allowed to walk out of the gate of the cold palace.

Lufang is just a little maid, and the second prince's personal guards are leading the way, but she knows that the most anxious person at the moment is the empress, her beautiful peach eyes are swollen from crying.The child was sick and injured and couldn't rush to his side immediately. As a mother, the empress must be so anxious. As long as Lu Fang thinks of this, she can't wait to fly to the little master's side, even if she replaces the empress. , be sure to bring His Highness back safely.

"Thank God, come in with the medicine!" Lu Fang pulled her throat, trying not to make her voice sound trembling, Mu Ao nodded, tucked up the quilt for Zhi Fei, and was about to go out to call the palace servants, but saw Zhi Qin Zheng followed Behind the maid holding the medicine bowl, her expression was as usual, the corners of her mouth curled up, and a faint smile spread between her brows. Mu Ao immediately stood in front of him, and Zhiqin raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Well... Guard Yang has been in the past three years. Have a good time?"

The sarcastic voice made Mu Ao stiff, his hands covered in cold sweat almost grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and Zhi Qin walked beside him indifferently, "Bold slave! This is my bedroom, let me come and see See if my poor little brother still needs your permission... Guard Yang?"

"I, call, Mu, Ao!" Mu Ao turned around angrily, drew out his long sword and pressed it an inch away from Zhiqin's neck, his eyes gleamed with raging anger, as if he wanted to burn Zhiqin to death.

"Mu Ao? Ah, it's the name Zhi Fei gave you..." Zhi Qin smiled even brighter, and with one sentence, he touched the softest part of Mu Ao's heart. The guard at the door looked anxiously at the two people who were about to draw swords. I don't know if I should go forward, but Zhi Qin cast a cold look over him, and the guards didn't dare to look any more, they stayed at their posts obediently.

Zhi Qinjiao smiled, her eyebrows were curved, her red lips trembled slightly, her evil face was calm and unhurried, Mu Ao gritted her teeth, her other hand tightly clenched into a fist, her white knuckles twisted together, fiercely Build strength.

Mu Ao knew that Zhifei would become like this, and it was directly related to the vicious second prince in front of him. He wished he could use the sword in his hand to goug out the flesh of the opponent one by one to resist the pain Zhifei suffered. He is still very angry.

Seeing that the sword was about to be slashed, Mu Ao's arm had a lot of strength. With a sullen face, Mu Ao suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice, "Don't stop me!"

Wen Han raised his eyes to look at Zhi Qin, then at Mu Ao, slowly shook his head, his eyes were still red, but his face was already pale, "You said it, you have to make yourself stronger, you have to protect him... "As he spoke, he looked worriedly and nostalgicly at the pained and groaning Zhifei on the bed, "Do you want His Highness to worry about you?"

Many emotions flashed across Mu Ao's face, anger, unwillingness, disappointment, hatred... At last, his gaze stayed on the snow-white figure on the bed, which turned into pity. Waste, no longer look at Zhi Qin.

The bored Zhi Qin twitched his lips, looked complicatedly at Zhi Po who was not yet fully awake, and the little maid guarding him by the bed, turned around and left with a snort.