The prince in the cold palace

Chang Xiangli assigned some homework and then announced that get out of class was over. As usual, Zhi Fei and Wen Han were the last to leave the Imperial Academy. Normally, the prince and his companions dispersed separately. When they left, it was deserted, but today was different.

"It's him?" A group of little maids at the head chirped around the entrance of the Taiyuan Academy and looked in, pointing at Zhifei, discussing something in a low voice from time to time, Zhifei didn't care too much, but the number of people this time seemed a little bit many.

In the palace, the one with the most right and wrong would never get the turn of a prince in the cold palace.

Zhi Fei's only concern is that with so many people blocking the door, it seems impossible to get out from the main door, and Wen Han also meant the same thing, to see if there is any other place in the Tai Academy to get out.

Mu Ao didn't come with him that day. There was a sword fight meeting with the prince's guards on the school field at noon, but it was arranged privately. Song Jingman didn't know that the winner would get the lottery that everyone paid for. Mu Ao was always confident and practiced. The sword that has been used for so long has already forged his temper with confidence, so it is natural for him to support him.

If there were Mu Ao, these maids would not be stuck there.

Zhi Fei sighed softly, Wen Han led him through the grape arbor, and came to a sycamore tree with a curved trunk by the corner, "Your Highness, I feel wronged."

"Yeah." Zhi Fei nodded, using Wen Han's strength to climb up and climb over the wall. He was a little unstable when he landed, but fortunately the wall was not high, so he just staggered and fell to the ground without any harm. Injured, "Wen Han, come down too."

Zhi Fei shouted towards the back of the wall, but a burst of hurried footsteps interrupted his words, and saw a luxuriously dressed young woman approaching gracefully surrounded by several high-spirited court ladies.

"Wen Han, don't jump yet!" Zhi Fei didn't care that Wen Han was stunned by the wall, his heart was full of doubts, but his throat was blocked by His Highness's words, which clearly meant that something was going to happen.

Wen Han anxiously climbed up the tree trunk, looked out through the cover of branches and leaves, and saw Zhi Fei respectfully bowing to the young woman in Chinese clothes.

"I've seen Concubine Xiao." The young woman's eyebrows and eyes were clear, and she only put on a little makeup to look forward to the brilliance. Her eyes were full of charm, her posture was graceful, and her red lips with cinnabar spots were slightly raised. The body whispered something to the maid beside him.

The palace maid smiled, and walked up to Zhifei, "Your Majesty said that it is rare to see His Highness the Seventh Highness today. I wonder if His Highness can go to Luofangxuan for a cup of tea. My Majesty is very happy to see that His Highness is about the same age as the Eighth Highness of our family. , I want you to get together more and have a deep brotherhood."

Zhi Fei lowered his head, couldn't see his expression, but his movements seemed very docile. Seeing that the Seventh Prince was really as mediocre and incompetent as the palace people said, she didn't take Zhi Fei seriously, and didn't wait for Zhi Fei. After answering, she returned to Concubine Xiao's side.

Wen Han didn't care about anything anymore, in this situation, Concubine Xiao was afraid that she would be uneasy and kind, her beautiful eyes flashed with malicious light, she hurriedly climbed over the wall, and stood in front of Zhi Fei, "Your Highness, don't go !"

"Bold! Your Majesty is asking His Majesty the Seventh Prince. Why did you ask me? What right do you have to yell at your Majesty!" After finishing speaking, another court lady walked over and raised her hand to slap Wen Han on the face. down.

The red palm print seemed to be burned on Wen Han's face. This series of actions happened so fast that Zhi Fei heard a crisp "snap" before he could say anything, and Wen Han was unmoved. Standing firmly in front of Zhi Fei, Wen Han, who was originally not strong, was extremely determined.

Zhi Fei raised his eyes, looked at the proud maid who was about to turn around and return to her life, then stood up, grabbed her wrist, and exerted great strength. Zhibao, not to mention Zhibao exhausting all his strength in a rage, became angry for a moment, and cursed again and again, "Bold! Bold!"

Zhi Fei gave her a funny look, Wen Han had never seen such an angry expression on his face, "Who the hell is bold?"

Youyou's question made the palace lady dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer.

Zhi Fei said again, "Who gave you permission to hit my companion?"

"Who gave you permission to hit him in the face?"

"Who allowed you to hurt the people around me?"

The increasingly strong tone oppressed the maid so guilty that she trembled and sent a look of help to her master.

Concubine Xiao suddenly smiled flirtatiously, "It was my permission. What is the identity of the companion, who dares to contradict me, so what if I teach him a lesson. When will one or two people in the palace not die?"

Zhifei only felt very angry, he didn't know where he had offended this noble and pampered lady, he beat Wen Han and didn't say anything, he regarded human life as nothing, his eyes flashed, Zhifei still refused to let go.

The little maid was so startled that she couldn't even speak properly. She always only said that His Highness the Seventh Prince was easy to bully, but she never thought that he would be treated harshly by His Highness. She just wanted to give His Highness a blow.

Concubine Xiao twisted her waist and walked towards Zhifei. The strange expression made Zhifei take a few steps back unconsciously. Waste, Wen Han stared at Concubine Xiao with her chest straightened out.Suddenly, Concubine Xiao's body softened, and she fell on Wen Han's body, uttering an exhortation like gossamer, Wen Han frowned, but subconsciously supported Concubine Xiao's shoulder with her hand.

Wen Han is only ten years old, and her height is not as tall as that of an adult Concubine Xiao, but Concubine Xiao's body is soft and extremely resilient, and she fell to the ground with Wen Han, looking from a distance, it looks like Wen Han is just hold her.

The corner of Concubine Xiao's mouth curled into a triumphant smile, "Come here! Someone belittled me!"

When she shouted, many people looked sideways, Wen Han let go of his hand in embarrassment, and he didn't know whether it was from shame or anger that blushed.

The palace people gathered around, not daring to go forward, and wanted to see the farce clearly. Concubine Xiao squeezed out two tears, and made a pear blossom with rain, Wen Han pushed her hard but couldn't move , grabbed Wen Han's front to prevent him from leaving, the blushing Wen Han didn't hit or scold him, moved his lips, and lowered his voice, "Your Highness, go quickly..."

Now that things are up to now, how can Zhifei get rid of the relationship, Concubine Xiao came for him, even if she left, she doesn't know how many crimes have been placed on her head, Wen Han is both Zhifei's companion and him Zhi Fei shook his head slowly, and squatted down, "Ms. Concubine Xiao, why are you doing this?"

"Hmph, don't even think about leaving!" Concubine Xiao pulled and pulled regardless of her concubine's image, attracting many people from a distance, and a path was automatically opened in the crowd. The lines are resolute and deep, and it is the eldest prince Zhizhong.

Zhizhong's face was sullen, from far to near, he kept this farce clearly in front of his eyes, "Seventh Emperor Brother..."

"Brother Emperor." Still neither humble nor overbearing, calm and calm, Zhi Fei briefly told Zhi Zhong what had happened, neither reprimanding Concubine Xiao for making trouble for no reason, nor flaunting his innocence , straightforward tone and concise rhetoric.Concubine Xiao had gotten up from Wen Han, crying pitifully, her pink cheeks were all smudged, she hid behind Zhizhong as if she had been frightened by something, and the maids around her described the incident in a dazzlingly colorful way one by one.

Zhi Zhong frowned, thought for a while, and looked at Zhi Fei coldly, "You are not strict with your subordinates, offended the concubine, the responsibility rests with Zhi Fei, and you will be punished by copying the "Book of Rites" a hundred times. The emperor is not here now. In the palace, the eldest brother is like a father, and he is deposed, do you have any objection?"

Zhi Fei looked at Zhi Zhong's clear and dignified eyes, and smiled slightly. This smile made Zhi Zhong a little confused, and a childish voice sounded, "There is no dissatisfaction, it's all up to Brother Dahuang."

After pulling over Wen Han who was still in a daze, only a thin but strong back was left for Concubine Xiao and the others.

Zhizhong laughed at himself, turned around and said to Concubine Xiao who was still wiping away tears, "Your Majesty wants to embarrass the Seventh Emperor regardless of her image, but why? You must know that even though Father is not in the palace, everything that happens in the palace will never happen." His eyes and ears."

Concubine Xiao cast a reproachful glance at Zhizhong, pulled the nearest court lady over with a guilty conscience, and left angrily.

The crowd of onlookers also dispersed consciously, but the few people who watched the farce from the beginning to the end had different thoughts.

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Sheets of high-quality rice paper were spread out on the Eight Immortals table in front of the window, and the tip of the pen dipped in thick black ink fell on the paper. Looking at the two teenagers not far away who were also writing quickly, he asked with a smile, "Youth, Zeng Yi, how are you copying?"

The young man who was called a young man puffed his cheeks and flicked his pen and ink, and looked at Zhiyu with aggrieved eyes, "Your Highness! Why are we going to copy books for others..."

Zeng Yi also had similar doubts in his eyes, but he never dared to disobey his master's decision. He also looked at Zhiyu, and Zhiyu looked at the brightly colored begonias in front of the window, "Seventh brother made the harem a mess because of his father's sudden favor. The concubines feel uneasy, what happened to Concubine Xiao is just a warning, but the seventh brother doesn't know anything, so I can help as much as I can."

Qingsui sneered, "When did Your Highness have so many kind hearts..."

The young man swayed romantic pen and ink, but smiled and said nothing.

The companion in the pavilion who was about the same age was playing chess, and the opponent's dragon was cut off by a white piece of his own, with a smile in his eyes, and the corner of his lips curled up, "Du Ruo, it seems that not everyone enjoys the emperor's favor." worth it."

Du Ruo only looked at the chessboard to study the overall situation, closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, and then slowly said, "Since ancient times, the emperor's mind has been unpredictable, and a single sentence can save people or kill people."

Zhi Qin leaned over curiously, and breathed warm breath into Du Ruo's ear, "Oh? That sentence?"

Du Ruo lowered her eyes for a while, "I don't know."

Zhiqin seemed to have lost interest, and no longer delved into this topic, so he took another shot to seal the victory.