The prince in the cold palace

The icy Guangya Palace became even colder due to the rain, like an ice cave. The emperor did not summon the palace servants to light the lamps. He stood wearily in front of the map of the imperial capital, which was the three-year-old man who was present at the birthday banquet. The gift presented by the prince, overlooking his own capital, the pleasure of dominating the world can no longer make him feel excited, he feels a little tired, half a life of wind and rain, half a life of fighting, conspiracy, scheming, brother-in-law, iron horses and glaciers, palace schemes... The plots that he painstakingly planned in every scene were once his most proud works, but now, he can no longer get the thrilling feeling in these places.

He is tired, weary.

The pure and serene face appeared in his mind, the appearance of being unaffected by favor or humiliation, Yin Wuyao only felt that the child was not in the same world as them, he, including his sons, Zhizhong, Zhiqin, Zhiyu, and even Zhimo, without exception, has been involved in the vortex of power and conspiracy since birth, while Zhifei was born in the most remote and cold palace, but he did not have the cowardice and inferiority he expected.

The firmness of Zhi Fei kneeling in the rain made Yin Wuyao feel that something was quietly sprouting, a feeling that he couldn't explain clearly, whether it was good or bad.

It's neither the loyalty of the rivers and lakes that is hotheaded for a while, nor is it a bitter scheme under the influence of power and pros and cons, nor is it ignorance that is fooled and taken advantage of by others, so what exactly is it?

Wen Han held the medicine bowl in his hands, and sat on the edge of the bed cautiously, Lu Fang replaced the wet cloth towel on his forehead for Zhi Fei, and Mu Ao supported Zhi Fei's waist like a treasure, helping him to relax. Sitting up slowly, holding Zhifei's shoulders with his hands, he pulled the quilt and wrapped it around Zhifei's body.

Lufang took the bowl from Wen Han, Wen Han went out to change the water in the copper basin, Mu Ao supported Zhifei's upper body, and pinched Zhifei's jaw with one hand, so that Lufang could feed the medicine, the thick black liquid It emitted bursts of pungent and unpleasant smell, and every time it was fed into Zhi Po's mouth, it would be spit out intact, Zhi Po frowned hard, resisting the concoction.

"Drink! Open your mouth!" Mu Ao shook Zhifei's body angrily, but he didn't dare to use force. Zhibao's body could no longer withstand the toss, but the anxious impulse in his body made Mu Ao anxious to break up Open Zhifei's mouth and pour the medicine into it.

Lu Fang hugged Zhi Po distressedly, with tears in her eyes, "What are you doing! Do you know how weak the little master is now! Don't shake him, don't shake him..."

As long as she thinks of the empress she has served since she was a child in the cold palace, and the years she has lived with her little master, Lu Fang will just want to protect these two people without considering other people's feelings, the two closest in her life. Important two people.

Mu Ao became more sober because of the tears that were about to fill Lufang's eyes. He slowly tightened the strength in his hands and put them around the stubborn and thin shoulders, his tone was full of despair, "Please... hurry up Take some medicine..."

The emperor's deep voice sounded in the empty palace, "Let me come."

That majestic demeanor made it impossible not to obey, Lufang retreated, and did not forget to hold Mu Ao, Mu Ao also knew that even if he offended Zhiqin, he could not offend the emperor, so he had to show a sullen expression and followed Lufang back to the side.

Lufang quietly raised her head to look at the young emperor whom she hadn't seen for several years. The domineering and heroic brows were the same as before, a little tired paleness appeared on the exquisite and luxurious face, and there was a hint of charm in the deep dark eyes. And that ruthless method, turning hands into clouds and hands into rain, hasn't changed at all.

Her heart ached a little, and Lufang thought of the empress in the cold palace, so she lowered her head and stopped looking at him, but the emperor's deep voice came from above her head, "I remember you, the servant girl next to Concubine Mu."

Lufang nodded quickly, not daring to speak, she was very nervous, it was the same when the majesty came down to the empress's bedroom in the past, the majesty was so majestic that people couldn't look directly at it.

"Concubine Mu, are you okay?" The slightly jerky greeting made Lvfang more at a loss, she nodded hurriedly, then shook her head, the tears in her eyes fell down uncontrollably.

There was a sigh from the man above his head, the emperor didn't pay any attention to Lu Fang, but sat on the side of Zhi Fei's bed with that night's soup, and lifted Zhi Fei's thin body vigorously with one hand, letting him lean against his arms, Feeding Zhi Fei spoon by spoon.

Zhi Fei felt in a daze that someone had pried open his mouth, bitter liquid flowed into his mouth and slid down his throat, such bitter water, Zhi Fei repelled it, unwilling to open his mouth, and squeezed the water between his throats. He also coughed up the bitter water, but the man kept pouring it into his mouth. Zhi Fei frowned and waved his hand in dissatisfaction, just hitting the man's hand holding the bowl, spilling sticky hot water all over his body. liquid.

Yin Wuyao ordered Lufang to let the palace servants boil another bowl of medicine and bring it over, while he changed his useless wet clothes. The emperor, who had never served anyone before, clumsily pulled the soaked clothes, and found them again. Zhi Qin's old clothes hastily wrapped Zhi Fei, and his wet clothes could only be changed when he returned to the bedroom. Enduring the unpleasant smell of medicine on his body, he let Zhi Fei lean his back in his arms again, in the quiet palace It seemed that there were only two people breathing.

The waiting time was a bit long, and Yin Wuyao was bored looking at Zhifei's face, smooth forehead, pink cheeks, pale lips, closed peach eyes, faint eyebrows, and the shape of willow leaves. It's not ugly, I can't help but reach out and wipe away the broken hair stuck to the forehead, it feels creamy to the touch.

He thought, is this kind of painful feeling called regret?

Lu Fang took the medicine and sent it to the emperor consciously, and stepped back a few steps, Yin Wuyao helped Zhi Fei scoop up a spoonful of medicine and put it into Zhi Fei's mouth, Zhi Fei gritted his teeth and refused to let go Yes, there is no way, Yin Wuyao bowed his head and whispered in Zhifei's ear, "Drink it, Father will give you candy."

The low voice came into the ears, it sounded very magnetic, very reliable, making people feel at ease, and a little helpless, thinking about it persistently, but actually didn't hear what the other party was saying, opened his mouth slightly, black The bitter medicine flowed in, but it was not as bitter as before, and I couldn't open my eyes, but my back rested on a warm place, and my heart settled down.

Yin Wuyao chuckled, "He's a child after all, he opens his mouth when he has candy..."

Mu Ao on the side only clenched his fists bitterly, with his nails piercing into his flesh, but he couldn't feel any pain at all, how could the pain in his body be better than the visual impact of the scene in front of him? ?

Wen Han leaned against the door, lowered his head and couldn't see what he was thinking clearly, but his pale face, his pale fingers unwillingly grabbing the door frame, and his slightly trembling shoulders made him look abnormal. alone.

When I opened my eyes, it was the familiar bed, and when I turned my head, I could see the red and swollen eyes of the concubine beside the bed. Zhi Fei reached out his hand, trying to touch the concubine's haggard cheek, but was held by the concubine's cold hands. , so hard, as if afraid of going to him, holding tightly, refusing to let go, with a stubborn taste.

Zhi Fei smiled wryly, with a hoarse voice, "Concubine Mu...pain..."

Only then did the little concubine realize that she had used too much force, she could only reluctantly let go, but she refused to let go, looking at the pale face with red eyes, no matter how distressed she was, she finally pursed her mouth, "Hui'er is going to help Xiaoxi, why didn't you discuss it with the concubine mother first? I heard from Lufang that you are seriously ill this time..."

"I'm sorry... Concubine Mu, I made you worry... How did I come back? I remember... I was in Yuehua Palace at the time..." As soon as he started to think, Zhifei had a headache. He didn't know anything about the coma I know, even if I hear something, I don’t have time to remember it in my mind, I just feel heavy, but I can’t remember it, it seems that there is a gap in my memory, and I feel faintly uneasy.

The concubine mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, seeing that Zhi Fei had indeed started to improve, and her thoughts became much clearer, she smiled slightly, "Your father sent you back..."

"What? Royal Father!" Zhi Fei opened his eyes wide and looked at Concubine Mother. He still couldn't digest the news, but found it inconceivable. Drink the medicine, it was the emperor who fed you..."

The happy expression on the little concubine's face is because Zhifei has not needed other people's services for daily necessities since he was very young. He never thought that he would obediently let others take care of him when he was sick, and that person was still above him. Her father, she looked at Zhi Po happily, she finally looked like a child, not as boring as before, her eyes were full of doting.

Of course, Zhi Fei didn't know what the concubine mother was thinking. He remembered that the last part of his unconsciousness was just the back of the emperor passing in front of him. He was full of doubts. What happened when he was sleeping?

The mother and concubine left Zhifei's room because she was going to see medicine. The cold room made Zhifei a little uncomfortable, as if something was missing.

That's right, Zhi Fei patted his dull head, what about Wen Han and Mu Ao, where are these two teenagers who refused to leave their side for a moment?

The door was gently pushed open, and Zhi Hua subconsciously said: "You..." He wanted to say, where have you been?

But what came in was a slightly dark-skinned, tall and thin young man, who looked worriedly at the invalid on the bed, "...are you alright?"

"It's Wei Xi..." Inadvertently, there was some disappointment in his tone, and Zhifei smiled weakly, "Well, I'm fine, but I may not be able to help you this time..."

He didn't make it to the stipulated twelve hours, and fell into the rain unsatisfactorily. Thinking of Wei Xi's grief-stricken expression when he knelt down to beg himself, he felt a little more apologetic, but Wei Xi shook violently. He nodded, biting his lower lip tightly, and after a long while, he walked to Zhifei's bedside, "The day you were sent back... His Majesty gave His Majesty Rao Si Highness the life, but in the future, he can only live as a commoner and never Entering the palace."

Zhi Fei nodded thoughtfully, looked up at Wei Xi's somewhat gratified face, he also breathed a sigh of relief, the two exchanged pleasantries in the room for a while, Wei Xi was about to leave, and he was going to pick up the fourth prince. This time, he wants to take Zhimo away from the right and wrong of the imperial city, away from family and strife, if Zhifei didn't wake up, he would definitely rush to the dungeon to take Zhimo out immediately.

Seeing Zhifei's face is not good, but his spirit is still good, Wei Xi relaxed his heart, got up to leave, Zhifei didn't say much, but suddenly thought of something, and asked him, "Have you seen Mu Ao and Wen Han?" ?”

Wei Xi thought for a while, then shook his head, "They came back with His Highness, but they never came in to see His Highness."

Zhi Fei only felt that there was something stuck in his chest, and he just looked at the door in disappointment, not even noticing when Wei Xi left.