The prince in the cold palace

At the door, Lufang was talking with the father-in-laws in other palaces, Wen Han took the tall books beside her, and after listening to their greetings, he carried the books to the waste study.

Pushing open the door, a faint smell of books came in, Wen Han carefully hooked the door with his feet, put the things in his hands on the ground next to the desk, and did not even raise his head, "Which brother sent you?" here?"

Wen Han chuckled, "Third Highness."

"Ah" as if thinking of something, but didn't say any more.

Wen Han picked up the volume on the top and flipped through it casually, "The writing is quite beautiful, I didn't expect that His Royal Highness would also send a copy."

Zhi Fei dried the ink on the rice paper in his hand, picked up a copy, flipped through a few pages, and put it back, "The last thing I expected was that Brother Er Huang would also punish me for copying..." Then he added a few words , "Well...it's all the fault of that father."

The matter of being abolished and punished for copying the "Li Zha" spread in the palace, and there were rumors and rumors. In the first few days, even on the way to the Imperial Academy, the palace people would ridicule or point at them , but since the second prince sent several volumes of "Li Zha", the second prince was followed by the first prince Zhizhong, and now the third prince Zhiyu, everyone is more or less helping to copy the "Li Zha". Zha.

This day was the second time that the third prince had sent books over, and the people in the palace were all in disbelief when they heard it, and the ridicule and pointers to Zhifei were also decreasing day by day.

"There is no time limit, why should you help me..."

While writing, Zhi Po complained in a tone of complaint, while Wen Han rubbed the ink for him, "Your Majesty has been down Wanheng Mountain for so long, and the harem listens to the First Prince. This is just an appearance."

The figure of the young man with his back to the sun was covered with a soft halo, he tilted his head thinking about something, and finally sighed, "If it wasn't for that father, alas... if he had decided on the candidate for the prince earlier, I would You don’t have to be penalized repeatedly.”

However, these few days of punishment made him not go anywhere other than Taiyuan College and the school grounds, and what the battle in the harem was like had nothing to do with him, which made him clean a lot.

The sun is setting, and the day is almost over.

The solemn palace lanterns held up a bright scene, and the long corridor seemed to have no end in sight.

"Oops, I got lost again."

He let out a cry, leaned on the thick lacquered red pillar, untied a yellow-orange gourd from his waist, and poured it into his mouth.

The young man hiding behind the pillar looked curiously. He was wearing tattered clothes like a beggar, sloppy clothes, a lot of plaster on his skin, hair like a chicken coop, and nothing else on his body except the gourd.

"Little baby, you have been watching the old way for so long, and you still haven't counted your money?" He squinted and glanced at the boy in ordinary clothes. The old beggar was drinking the wine in the gourd leisurely with his neck up.

Zhi Fei looked at the strange behavior of the man, but he had never seen the old beggar in the palace.

Followed Lufang to get the quilt for the winter in the office, Zhifei waited outside, this time he volunteered to hold the lamp for Lufang, Wen Han and Mu Ao also said that it would be nice to go for a walk after copying books in the house for a day , anyway, there is still Lufang following.

The waiting time was very boring. Zhi Fei rubbed the smooth railing on the side of the promenade, and stroked the hollow lines on it. The patterns of flowers, birds, insects and fish complement each other, but how many people are really willing to stop and appreciate them? What about?

Then, I saw the old beggar in front of me who was bored drinking wine. He didn't panic at all when he lost his way. Black toes, skinny hands tapping on the patterns on the railing, humming obscene songs from the neighbors and villages, Yiyi Yaya, so comfortable.

Did he get lost, or did he come to the palace for a tour?

Zhi Fei walked over, unceremoniously sat next to the old beggar, and swayed his calf in accordance with his frequency. The night wind blew, and the slightest coolness caressed his face, and his broken hair fluttered with the wind. There are only two people, one old and one young, in the quiet corridor.

"Old man, are you lost? Do you want me to guide you?" Zhi Fei asked him.

The old beggar sucked the gourd slowly, gulped down a few sips of wine, and the strong smell of alcohol sprayed on Zhifei's little face, "Haha! I came to see Xiao Wu, but I can't find Xiao Wu anywhere, alas ..."

"Little Five? Who is Little Five?"

The old beggar looked at Zhibao with a look of a monster on his face, and shook the gourd in his hand, "You don't know Xiao Wu!"

There is no beginning and no end, how do I know who Xiao Wu is? Zhi Fei gave a blank look, and he couldn't explain what he was talking about. He jumped off the railing and was about to leave when the old beggar grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. Get up, "Yo yo, you have a bad temper! It's exactly the same as Xiao Wu, I like it!"

Then he approached Zhibao, and somehow conjured a small box the size of a palm out of nowhere, "When you see Xiao Wu, give this to him—"

The sound of footsteps overlapping from far to near.

Zhi Fei looked at the box in his hand, then raised his head to look at the place where the old beggar flew away in an instant, rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't a dream, and became puzzled.

"Have you searched here, have you searched over there?" "Damn! Don't let him go to the harem to disturb the ladies..." "Oh, the old man runs really fast!" "..."

Someone ran past Zhibao and asked him if he had seen a sloppy old man with high martial arts skills.

Zhi Fei thought for a while, then casually pointed in the opposite direction.

I have always been a little curious, what is in the box, and who is Xiaowu?

Lufang hugged two quilts, walking seemed to be a bit difficult, the quilts were higher than her head, Zhifei helped to carry one bed, although the arms were not long enough, but she could barely hold it, Lufang complained a little Looking at him, "Where did the little master go just now, the palace is dangerous, don't run around, I heard that there were assassins who broke in just now."

Such a leisurely assassin, Zhi Fei smiled lightly, then shook his head.

Lufang was still chattering that the quilts she got this year were better than last year's, but they were still not enough for a family, and it was already pretty good to be able to take care of the mother and concubine.

"Lu Fang," Zhi Fei stopped and asked her, "Do you know there is a man named Xiao Wu in the palace?"

Lu Fang rolled her eyes and frowned, "I have no impression, I have never heard of a person named Xiao Wu in all these years in the palace, but Xiao Wu knows it."

Zhi Fei laughed following Lu Fang's words, "Yes, I remember that the father-in-law who often goes out of the palace to buy makeup and things is called Xiao Wu Zi."

Lufang's face turned red, "What did your Highness say..."

Burying her face in the quilt, Lufang became extremely shy.

"There is no guard named Xiao Wu," Mu Ao looked at Zhi Po suspiciously and scratched his head, "Why does Your Highness ask this?"

"Ah," Zhi Fei smiled apologetically, "it's nothing..."

In the small box in his arms, the exquisite carvings on the red sandalwood are comparable to those on the railing. A peach blossom in full bloom, although not colored, is very gorgeous.

Zhi Fei carefully put the box back into his inner coat, then propped his head and thought about what he could do if there were no classes at the Tai Academy tomorrow.

I'm already tired of copying books, and now I feel a little dizzy looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The concubine mother said that this is a sign of being tired of studying.

Ever since Master Chang asked Zhifei about his family and country, he never asked Zhifei again, and everything was as usual.

The inside and outside of the imperial city was cleaned up. The resplendent palace, the eaves with slightly raised corners, the stone statues of spirit beasts on the roof, as small as a floor tile, were all cleaned up, so that they could celebrate the Double Ninth Festival. Heaven welcomes His Majesty to return from offering sacrifices to Heaven.

Unknowingly, more than a month later, there were still [-] volumes of the "Li Zha" that had not been copied, and several of the imperial brothers also contributed a lot, although I don't know why they would lend a helping hand so generously.

The princes lined up on both sides of the city gate and waited early, the advance army was already approaching the imperial city.

As the emperor's chariot approached, the people began to wait eagerly. They had never seen what the legendary emperor looked like. Although they were in the same imperial city, the emperor almost never left the palace. Although many people knelt down He lowered his head, but still aimed at the gate of the city out of the corner of his eye.

Zhi Fei knelt down with the other princes, the stone road was hard and cold, and the feeling of his knees touching the ground was very familiar.

The emperor's chariot came to the gate of the city and stopped for a while. The princes got the summons, followed the carriage and walked slowly to the gate of the palace. There was an army leading the way, and the road went smoothly.

The weather is just right, the autumn is crisp, the blue sky is dotted with mottled clouds, the sky is so blue that it is unreal, that kind of pure blue, as expected, only the scenery seen when looking up.

"What are you thinking, Zhibao?" Someone next to him pushed him.

Zhi Fei looked over there, "Third...Third brother..."

Almost forgot that this person didn't like being called Brother San Huang, Zhi Fei looked at him with a little apology, "What did Third Brother say to Zhi Fei just now?"

Zhiyu smiled elegantly, "The feeling of the sky reflected in the eyes of the seventh brother, um... very beautiful."

Zhi Fei blinked his eyes, not knowing why.

The emperor summoned Zhifei.

The old man took him through similar corridors and buildings, and then came to a simple but elegant palace. Zhi Fei had never been here before, and there was nothing written on the plaque. In the front yard, there were not only wisteria trellis but also a stone There are a few stone chairs on the table, and a square chessboard is carved on the stone table. It is very convenient to play chess.

The backyard is an exquisite rockery and a slowly flowing river. Several koi swim happily, and occasionally one or two aquatic plants can be seen floating.A small wooden bridge was built on the small river. When stepping on the small wooden bridge, there was a small creaking sound, like an old tune.

Cross the bridge and come to a pavilion.

"Satisfied?" asked the emperor.

"Hmm... very beautiful." Zhi Fei looked at him, with a slight smile in the man's eyes, sitting in the pavilion, the surrounding scenery became his setting, a fan with a white jade handle hung a red jade fan. The pendant swayed and swayed with the man's movements.

The emperor laughed with satisfaction, "Xiaoqi likes it, so just move it here, you decide on the name."

Zhi Fei shook his head, "It's good for the minister and the concubine to live in Chiju Palace."

"The emperor's reward, can you refuse it?" A hint of domineering flashed in his eyes, and the air gradually became oppressive.

What did Zhi Fei want to say, the emperor laughed first, and picked up a square candy from the tea on the table, "It's not a small thing to reward your house, so it's fine if you refuse. But, Tang, you to eat."

"Why?" Zhi Fei looked at him puzzled.

Yin Wuyao smiled slyly, "Xiao Qi begged for it from his father. Although it was when you were unconscious, you are not allowed to rely on it."

Can the things he did when he was unconscious count? Zhi Fei looked at the candy with a headache, took it vaguely and unwillingly, put it in his mouth, it melted in the mouth, it tasted very good, with a faint fragrance of pine leaves.

"Let's stay for dinner." Yin Wuyao said again.

Looking at him suspiciously, the white jade fan knocked on the edge of the table, and as if recalling something, the man in the black dragon robe narrowed his eyes, "The so-called family means eating together, right?"

There was a deep smile in his eyes, as if he had succeeded in playing tricks, with a bit of childishness.