The prince in the cold palace

The year is approaching, and the weather is getting colder.

The people in the palace are busy again. They like to talk when they are not busy on weekdays. Some people restrain themselves a lot when they are busy. The farming work outside the palace has also come to an end. The celebration preparations in the palace are in full swing, and no one will pay attention Originally a character who passed by in the topic of after-dinner conversation.

Snowflakes are swirling in the wind one after another, clinging to each other like willows, curling up and slowly falling to the ground. A shallow layer of snow has accumulated on the ground. The snow fell early this year, and the Xiayuan Festival has not yet passed. After a month, the weather suddenly cooled down.

The waste is wrapped in a cotton coat, and the concubine's new one is longer than last year's. In the past two years, I have grown up, and there are many clothes that I can't wear. A layer of warmth.

In the cold palace, no one can afford fox fur, and they don't care if it is discarded. As long as it is warm, what is the difference between cotton clothes and fox fur?

The cold wind was blowing, and the fingers that were a little stiff from the cold grabbed the collar tightly and pulled it together to prevent the wind with snowflakes from leaking into the neck.

The melons, fruits and vegetables in the field have already passed through the frost, and they are dead and dry, and they are desolate.Stepping on the soft ground with different shades of footprints, Zhi Fei slowly groped for a way from his memory, walked down the unfamiliar corridor, and stopped from time to time to rub his hands.

Not far away, there seemed to be someone arguing, Zhi Fei frowned habitually, hearing people arguing was not his preference, and was about to turn around and leave when he heard a familiar voice.

"impossible!"

The firm and energetic voice sounded like Mu Ao's.

Since Mu Ao is nearby, it seems good to go back with him.Thinking of this, Zhi Fei walked towards the direction of the sound. Before he saw Mu Ao's face, the first thing he saw was a face somewhat similar to Mu Ao's, who was more mature than Mu Ao. The man was wearing armor, but he didn't look like the usual guards with swords in the palace.

Mu Ao turned his back to Zhifei, his back looked a little desolate, a little aloof.

"Think about it again...there is no future for His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince!" The man frowned deeply, and his tone was urgent, as if he was trying his best to change Mu Ao's mind.

"I'll say it again, it's impossible! It's impossible for me to abandon His Highness and go to you!" Mu Ao almost roared, then jumped away regardless of the men present.

This is the first time I saw Mu Ao like this, and he had a dispute with others but did not draw his sword. Does this mean that Mu Ao has become a lot more stable.

Zhi Fei thought about it, but he didn't realize that person was standing in front of him.

"Who are you? You heard what we said just now?" Some menacing and dangerous eyes were looking at Zhibao, and Zhibao shrank. One was that it was uncomfortable to be stared at like this, and the other was that the weather was really cold.

Zhi Fei was still thinking about the conversation between them just now. Mu Ao looked very strange, which made him a little worried. Zhi Fei was eager to find Mu Ao, so he just shook his head at the man, who didn't seem like he would lie when he saw him People who are not deliberate in embarrassing themselves.

After leaving the corridor, I saw Mu Ao sitting on the stone steps.

With a piece of grass pulled out from nowhere in his mouth, Mu Ao looked at the sky, as if talking to himself, "He is my brother."

It took a long time for Zhi Fei to realize, "Ah..." I always thought that Mu Ao was an orphan, but I didn't expect him to have an older brother.

Sitting on the stone steps next to Mu Ao, the chill was rushing from bottom to top, Mu Ao seemed to be caught in a long time ago memory, his eyes were a little dull, "I thought we would never meet again... I didn't expect that they would both still alive..."

The wind whistled and rolled up the debris-like snowflakes on the ground, rolled into circles, mixed with fallen leaves.

"I only found out today that they have made military achievements and returned to the imperial capital with the old general. Today they entered the palace to face the saint...they are now the eldest prince's people."

Ah, this is probably the reason why Mu Ao finally got to meet his relatives but got into an argument with them.

Zhi Fei looked at Mu Ao who was thinking, but Mu Ao tilted his head and showed him a clean smile, "Your Highness, it's agreed, I will not leave you."

At that time, Mu Ao seemed to be making a solemn promise, but he used such a casual tone, as if it was a matter of course.

The atmosphere of the festival seems to have infected the cold palace, Lufang was busy cleaning the house and washing clothes, Wen Han said that he was going home for a holiday, but he came back before the holidays at home, in his words, "Wait for the holidays It’s not too late to go back that day, anyway, it doesn’t feel like a home there.”

Zhi Fei shook his head, noncommittal.

Lufang was busy in the yard, and she knew someone was coming when she heard her yelling, so she unceremoniously pushed the door of Zhi Po's room, and before she had time to put down her rolled-up sleeves, she said to Zhi Po, " You'll never guess who's coming."

Lufang was smiling, wondering if the guest had done her any favors, Zhifei thought, his legs had already stepped forward and came to the hall, a tall young man was standing with his back to the door, followed by two A guard in armor with a serious expression.

Zhi Fei looked at one of the guards and thought he looked familiar. After observing carefully for a while, he realized that he had seen him someday.

"Brother Emperor..." Zhi Fei said to the young man respectfully.

Zhizhong turned around and nodded expressionlessly. He always looked serious and looked like a big brother. Sometimes it made people feel unreasonable. His bright eyes, dignified treasure, and very upright feeling, this is also Zhizhong. With a consistent character, he is meticulous and strives for justice in everything.

Over the years, Zhizhong's facial lines have become much deeper, and his personality has also become much deeper. He has lost his childishness, and has grown into a qualified heir to the king, with a natural emperor's demeanor in his gestures and gestures.

After the new year, Zhizhong will also arrive. If the father does not announce the candidate for the crown prince at that time, Zhizhong will move out of the palace and build a mansion outside the palace to receive the title of prince, but this should not be what Zhizhong wants. The goal of struggle since childhood is the only throne.

Zhi Fei doesn't understand their intrigues, and he doesn't want to understand them. Political matters are very vague. Once he is involved, it will be difficult to get out. If possible, he'd better stay away.

Zhizhong pulled out a jerky smile, "It's almost winter..." Then he signaled the two guards with his eyes, and they immediately dragged out bags of cotton wool and brocade quilts from the corner, and handed them to Lufang, Then he stood back to his original position and remained calm.

Zhi Fei watched Lu Fang enter the room happily holding the quilt cotton they sent over, blinked, and then looked at Zhi Zhong suspiciously.

But Zhizhong didn't say anything, and left after exchanging a few words of greeting as if he didn't want to stay longer.

When passing by the front yard, I saw Mu Ao coming in from the outside, exchanged glances with the two people behind Zhi Zhong, then stopped looking, and walked to Zhi Fei's side.

"The eldest prince's new guards, Yang Fuyi, Yang Fusi." Mu Ao's tone couldn't be heard, whether it was joy or sadness, "They... are all my brothers."

Zhi Fei looked at Mu Ao, a little curious, but more casually asked, "What about you? What... was your name?"

Mu Ao smiled, "It's called Mu Ao now, and it will still be in the future. The original name has been lost long ago. Isn't there a saying called 'Differences do not conspire with each other'?"

"If Your Highness wants to know..."

"Ah, no need, don't force yourself to say what you don't want to say."

Mu Ao smiled contentedly, like a cat in a good mood.

Not long after the eldest brother left, a eunuch asked to depose Zhuang Chun Palace on the back foot.

Zhuang Chun Palace is the palace where the third prince held his speech, and he only went there twice, once to appreciate the chrysanthemum and once to appreciate the snow.

The end of the new year is approaching, and many things should be settled after the new year.

Brother Sanhuang has always been good at being dismissed, so he didn't refuse to refuse. In fact, he couldn't allow him to refuse.

Zhuang Chun Palace is very close to Taiyuan College, and they will pass through a long corridor, but the scenery outside the painted red pillars looks bleak, small steps follow the eunuch's footsteps, and they will arrive in a short time.

Zhiyu was making tea on a wooden table in the corridor, and he greeted Zhifei, who took off his shoes and sat on it, the fragrance of the steam faintly fainted, Zhifei felt refreshed, and asked what kind of tea it was , Zhiyu smiled without answering, and poured a cup for him, only to see a few pink petals floating on the light-colored tea soup in the cup.

"Peach blossom?"

Zhiyu shook his head with a smile, and nodded Zhifei's head with his hand, "What season is it now, where can there be peach blossoms?"

Zhi Fei lowered his head, his cheeks were slightly flushed by the steam.

Pointing to the blooming plants planted in the garden, he said, "Here, it's that one, plum blossom."

The snow-like color exudes a faint fragrance, and the petals contain a little bit of magnificent color, that is plum blossom, beautiful and noble.

Plum blossom tea also has such a light and elegant taste, with endless aftertaste.

"tasty?"

"...Mmm." Zhi Fei nodded, indeed he had never drank such tea before. To himself who couldn't tell the difference between peach blossom and plum blossom, didn't he feel like chewing peonies?

"Third brother, what kind of tea ceremony are you talking about with him, how can he understand it? It's like burning the piano and boiling the crane!" The eighth prince who appeared out of nowhere wrapped around Zhiyu, and poured the cup into his belly , Gululu drank it in one gulp, then sighed contentedly, "It's delicious..."

Zhiyu was not angry, he patted Zhiyan's head fondly, "You don't know how to drink tea, do you?"

Zhi Yan pursed his mouth, "I just came here in a hurry, I'm thirsty!" After finishing speaking, he diligently started to make new tea, glanced at Zhi Fei from the corner of his eyes, a little complacent, and separated Zhi Yu and Zhi Fei while Zhi Fei was in a daze , sat between the two of them, from poetry to policy theory, they all picked out what they wanted to hear.

Zhi Fei looked at the plum blossoms in the garden, and the other two didn't listen to what they were discussing.

Before leaving, Zhi Yu packed a pack of dried plum blossoms for Zhi Po, "Come here if you want some tea."

Zhi Yan also echoed beside him, "It's much better than the tea made by Er Huangxiong..."

He could only nod his head in confusion, turn around and walk back along the way he came.

The winter wind blew the corners of their clothes and made a sound, and their breath became white mist, spreading in the air. The few people on the school field who were racing horses and galloped did not give in to each other, and it took a long time to stop slowly for a rest. The princes on the field This is the first equestrian competition, and even Zhiyu participated in it. Compared with the few people who have been exercising all year round, he is naturally the last one, but no one will underestimate him. After all, the third prince's strategy is better than the other princes. Cut above.

Zhi Fei finished fourth, which is a good result. He has Zhi Zhong, Zhi Qin, and Zhi Qing in front of him, and Zhi Zhu is only a few feet behind him, which is considered a narrow victory.

Zhi Fei, who was so tired and fell to the ground, narrowed his eyes and looked at the clear sky, adjusted his breathing rate. After a while, he felt thirsty. He reached out to touch the water bag hanging on the horse, but when he opened it, he found that he had finished drinking it. Not a drop of water was left.

Not far away, Zhiqin saw him, raised the corners of his mouth, took off his water bag and threw it to him, "Drink mine."

Zhi Fei was a little surprised, took the water bag in a hurry, and looked at Zhi Qin.

Zhi Qin is not as gorgeous and unparalleled as he was when he was young, but he is more handsome and handsome. Compared with the soft and boneless when he was young, the beauty now belongs to a real man, and the charm between his eyebrows and eyes is still flamboyant.

Zhi Fei opened the lid of the water bag without thinking too much, drank it up in a few sips, and felt dizzy after a while. Before the last trace of consciousness was stripped, Zhi Fei smiled wryly, "Second Brother The tea really doesn't taste good..."