The prince in the cold palace

The days go by day by day, neither salty nor dull, except for going out of the palace to sit in Mu Ao's shop occasionally, everything seems to be the same as before.

Occasionally being picked on by a few concubines, occasionally being called to dinner by that eccentric father, and occasionally being dragged by a few brothers to do that, it seems that while it is not changing, something is quietly sprouting.

Zhifei is 12 years old. In addition to his body is still prone to illness in autumn and winter, he is also taller, and his eyebrows and eyes are becoming more and more similar to his mother and concubine, but he does not show a trace of femininity. He wants to deliberately exercise his masculinity Some, but it always backfires, the muscles are much stronger, and the body still looks so slender.

Mu Ao said that these things should be done slowly, but at the age of 20, he has already exercised into a standard male figure with six-pack abs, which is enviable, and he really does not feel back pain when standing and talking.

Even Wen Han is much stronger than when he was a child. Although he still looks honest, it is not that he cannot lift his hands and shoulders. On the contrary, he has practiced kung fu under the guidance of Mu Ao. No, but self-preservation is more than enough.

On a cool autumn night, Zhi Fei put on some clothes and walked in the inner courtyard of the cold palace.

The moonlight is bright, and it casts swaying spots of light between the branches and leaves of the trees. In the grass, the sound of insects that are flourishing in summer continues, in twos and threes, but it is not as lively as in summer. Walking slowly on the road, listening to those rustling voices, she smiled faintly.

I can't sleep, Zhifei has been sleeping very lightly lately, the concubine mother said that people always feel a little restless when the seasons change, not to mention that Zhifei is developing now, it is normal to feel irritable.

With a slightly hoarse voice, a common characteristic of developing teenagers, Zhi Fei sighed, "Hmm...lack of sleep will affect development."

Walking to the vicinity of the melon stand, I heard a subtle and unknown sound.The first thing Zhi Fei thought of was what Chang Xiangli said about Qixi Festival many years ago. He wondered if it might be the "Cowherd and Weaver Girl" who was talking about love, so he leaned over to look curiously.

"...!..."

However, the reality is quite different from what Zhifei imagined.

Under the dark shelf, the soil smelled of blood, and where the moonlight could not reach, there was almost no sound of gasping. Two tall men fell to the ground, holding weapons tightly in their hands, with wounds all over their bodies. The place where the black clothes were cut was filled with the smell of flesh and blood, Zhi Fei couldn't help but frown, suppressing the churning feeling of vomiting in his stomach, and carefully leaned over to detect the breath of the two people.

His fingers were cold from the cold, but when he touched the skin of the man on the ground, he felt even colder and shivered slightly. Zhi Fei found that both of them were still alive, so he breathed a sigh of relief. On his own body, he walked back slowly, worried that if he moved too much, the injury on that person's body would be pulled, Zhifei didn't know how to look at the injury, he only knew that it should be serious, and he didn't dare to delay.

Walking under the moonlight, Zhi Fei tilted his head to look at the man's face, and as soon as he saw it, he couldn't help calling out, "Master Song?!"

Song Jingman seemed to be awakened by this sound, moved his lips, but his eyelids were still tightly closed, looking extremely tired, with a pale complexion, and his chapped lips only made an out-of-pitch sound, Zhi Fei leaned closer I couldn't hear what he was talking about, so I had to take the person back first, and then go back to save the other one.

Zhi Fei struggled to bring the man back into the house half-carrying and half-carrying. The mother and concubine had already fallen asleep, but Mu Ao and Wen Han were alarmed. A wounded man who was much taller, and after looking more clearly, he found out that it was Song Jingman.

Both of them were a little surprised. Zhi Fei put the man down and sat on the ground panting heavily. When he saw the two of them, he hurriedly said, "There is another one under the melon stand! Go and save people quickly, and leave me alone."

Zhi Fei struggled to move Song Jingman to the bed, changed his bloody clothes, carefully wiped the wound with clean water, applied medicine, and wrapped a bandage.After finishing these things, Mu Ao and Wen Han also came back with another person, "The injury is quite serious." Mu Ao said while putting the person on the bed in another room, and then found out two Clothes, and handed one to Zhi Po, "Looking at their figures, only my clothes can be worn by them."

Zhi Fei nodded, let them go to another person's wound, and Zhi Fei helped Song Jingman change his clothes.

Mu Ao's clothes are all made by the concubine mother stitch by stitch, and so are Wen Han and Zhifei. For the concubine mother, the three are her children, and she didn't particularly dote on Zhifei just because he was born to her. It is also because of this that Mu Ao and Wen Han respect Concubine Mu very much and regard Concubine Mu as their own mother.

Mu Ao will carefully wash every piece of clothing made by the concubine mother. Holding the washed white clothes in his hand, which still exudes a faint smell of saponins, Zhi Fei smiled and shook off the clothes in his hands. Change clothes for Song Jingman.

At night, the three of them took turns to take care of the two injured people. Zhi Fei came to another person's bed, and only then did he see that person's appearance clearly. It was a little different from Zhou Guo's people, with wild eyebrows and dark brown hair. Curled up, he is very tall, even taller than Song Jingman, and his hands and feet are very long. It should be because of martial arts since childhood, he has developed strong muscles.

"It's not like Zhou people, it's a bit like Rongli people." Wen Han mused.

Mu Ao also nodded, "I've seen Rongli's envoy before. This person has the characteristics of the Rongli clan: brown hair, eagle eyes, high nose, and tattoos on his body."

As he spoke, he turned up the man's sleeves, and on his arm was a tattoo of a snake. The coiled snake was spitting out a letter, with angry eyes and ferocious eyes.

Although there are many questions, we can only wait for the two to wake up.

The first one to wake up was the man from the foreign domain who was seriously injured. He propped himself up encouragingly and stared blankly at the flickering candles. Then he asked in jerky words, "Where is this? Who are you?"

Zhi Fei said, this is a cold palace, we are just passing by to save lives.

The man supported his body with one hand and groped around with the other. When Mu Ao saw it, he threw the knife on the table in front of him. It was the knife lying beside him when he fell down. The blade was sharp and the blade was thin. It is a good knife, heroes cherish heroes, Mu Ao was very emotional when he wiped the knife.The man took the knife, thanked him, and got up to leave.

"You haven't healed yet." Zhi Fei said.

The man pulled a smile, "Where is the person who chased me?"

Zhi Fei thought for a while, probably referring to Song Jingman, looked at him suspiciously, and said, "In the next room."

The man obviously clenched the knife in his hand a little bit, and the lines of his face became a little stiffer, then he relaxed again, and clasped fists at the three of them, "I want to leave before he wakes up, you won't stop him Bar?"

Wen Han opened his mouth and pointed at that person, "You are an assassin..."

The man raised his eyebrows, playing with the knife in his hand, "So what?"

Mu Ao looked at Zhifei, didn't say anything, Zhifei turned his head to think for a while, and said to the man, "You go."

Looking at Zhi Po provocatively, "Aren't you afraid that I will hurt you?"

Zhi Fei smiled lightly, "I saved you, so I don't want to watch you die in front of me."

The man took a deep look at Zhi Fei, and said in a mid-spirited voice, "There will be a period later!"

Just before Song Jingman woke up, he climbed out of the wall of the cold palace, hid himself in the darkness, and probably fled outside the palace.

Song Jingman woke up, first saw Zhifei, nodded slightly, thanked Zhifei for saving his life, and then asked about the foreigner who fell together.

When Zhibao told him that the man had left, Song Jingman jumped up from the bed angrily, almost grabbed Zhibao, clenched his hands into fists, because the other party was the prince and saved him, he couldn't make a move, and cried out heartbroken Said, "How can you let the assassin go!"

"Do you know how much information that person stole from us?!"

"It took a lot of effort to stop the leader, and it took hundreds of rounds to fight and lose both sides! How can we let him go!"

"This is deceiving the emperor, and committing crimes!"

"Your Highness Seventh, you are not a child anymore, don't you even know right from wrong?!"

Blame, sarcasm, remorse, hatred, anger... Song Jingman pushed hard to vent his anger on the chair and table in front of him. The medicine bowl and teapot on the table shattered to the ground, and he moved violently due to excitement, tearing open several times Zhi Fei wanted to help him stop the bleeding, but was waved away by him.

Mu Ao was very angry, regardless of whether he was a general or the leader of the imperial guards, he frowned deeply, staring at Song Jingman, who was stubborn and violent, and refused to speak, because he couldn't go up and teach him, his heart was full of anger, and he fisted Hold tight, ready to go.

Zhi Fei waited for Song Jingman to calm down a little, then slowly raised his eyes and said to him, "I didn't save you to watch you fight. If you want to fight or kill, you can follow you when you get out of the cold palace."

Leaving the wound medicine on the bed, Zhi Fei turned and went out the door, leaving the room empty.

Song Jingman left the cold palace as soon as his injuries stabilized, and returned to the emperor immediately to plead guilty.

After hearing what happened, Yin Wuyao just closed his eyes slightly. After a long time, he stroked the jade paperweight in his hand, stroked the smooth shell of Xuanwu, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Oh, Xiao Qi really said that?"

Song Jingman had never heard of the playfulness and gentleness in his tone. His body trembled uncontrollably. He took a deep breath and nodded, "Your Highness Seventh indeed said so."

A deep laugh came from the emperor's throat, Song Jingman only felt his scalp go numb, and His Majesty in front of him was becoming more and more difficult to see through.

Zhi Fei thought that the emperor would punish him if he found out about that matter, but he saw Song Jingman who was also safe and sound during the riding and archery class. Only then did he know that the emperor did not pursue that matter on a whim, and lost information and some confidential things. Song Jingman didn't tell Zhi Fei specifically, since the emperor didn't pursue it anymore, it wasn't any important information or information.

In class, Song Jingman still didn't show mercy to Zhifei, and the time of Zhamabu was extended instead. Every time Zhibao couldn't hold on for a fixed time, Song Jingman didn't say anything, and the eyes he cast were still the same disdain and disapproval. Mind you, Zhifei is not material for learning martial arts. Zhiqing Zhizhu on the field is making rapid progress, and often needs Song Jingman's guidance. The two have been able to fight for a long time, while Zhifei only focuses on equestrianism.

Since Song Jingman recovered from his injury, he has paid more attention to the safety of the imperial capital, and that incident has never happened again. In fact, what was lost that time was the military layout map of each guard point of the imperial capital. The emperor was still very angry. If there is no investigation, it can only show that the emperor may be in a good mood for a while or planning more things, or to give Song Jingman a chance to make amends. There is always a meaning to nothing. The emperor's mind is always hard to guess .

This incident exposed Rong Li's wolfish ambitions on the surface. They have secretly prepared a plan for many years, and they are afraid that it will surface soon.

In short, he didn't dare to slack off anymore.

Tired of horse gait, Zhi Fei sat under the shade of a tree, and Zhi Yu, who was leaning on the tree trunk and quietly reading a book, looked up at him with a gentle smile, "Zhi Fei, you sweat a lot, wipe it off, " He took out a piece of silk from his sleeve and handed it over, "Otherwise you will catch a cold."

Zhi Fei took the silk and wiped it carelessly. The wind blew through his sweaty body and felt a little cold. His body trembled, and he smiled at Zhiyu, "Thank you, Silk..."

"Ah, it's just a piece of silk, I gave it to you." Zhiyu said with a light smile, with a faint book breath on his body, paired with a moon-white robe, he looked calm and stable. In martial arts, riding and archery classes, I have been watching under the tree, whether it is cold or hot, I always have a book by my side, and it has become a habit to read it casually.

Zhi Fei smiled apologetically, put the silk into his sleeves, hugged his knees, looked at the sky, and Zhi Yu looked at him.

"Would you like to go to the Lantern Festival next year?"

"Ok?"

Zhiyu repeated it with a smile, he was used to being distracted from time to time, "Third Brother will take you to see the Lantern Festival, okay?"

The Lantern Festival of the Xiayuan Festival is not as lively as the Shangyuan Festival, but it has a different taste.

No matter what kind of street vendor it is, there are red lanterns hanging on it. From a distance, it looks like a red fire dragon, which is really beautiful.

Passing a lamp to Zhi Po, Zhi Yu himself picked up a lamp, looked at the pattern painted on it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and recalled things from a long time ago, "I remember the father's birthday banquet, the executive Fei was very curious about my lanterns, and thought at that time, you should like to watch the lantern festival, sure enough."

Smiling elegantly, Zhiyu looked at Zhibao who was wrapped in a dark cloak. The young man's crystal pink cheeks turned a little blush from the cold, and his eyes were full of energy, as if they would suck people in. Live to look twice.

What happened last time... Zhi Fei remembered it, and thanks to Zhi Yu, seeing his palace lantern made Zhi Fei think of the Kongming Lantern, but he didn't know that it would cause him such a misunderstanding. Even though, at the Lantern Festival The view is also nice.

The two talked nonsense all the way, walking slowly on the busy street.

The crowd moved from one place to another, following the flow of people, and gradually felt a little strenuous, so he frowned, Zhifei felt a force in his hand holding him, and when he looked down, he saw Zhiyu's hand Holding his hand, but looking at the side of the road, the temperature in the palm of his hand is warm and reliable.

Song Jingman said respectfully to the people around him, "It seems to be His Highness Third and His Highness Seventh..."

Looking down from the private room on the second floor of the tea shop, the two figures, one big and one small, just faded out of sight, resting their cheeks on one hand, and lazily knocking on the table with the other. Diva's sweet tune.

Song Jingman looked nervously at the emperor who came out of the palace in micro clothes. The emperor was looking at the scenery on the street, but he couldn't see the expression of the emperor from his angle.

The noise in the street gradually merged with the singing in the shop.

Filling all the senses of the body, the cold wind blows through, making people look listless.

Yin Wuyao looked at the place where the two walked away, and the corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly.