The prince in the cold palace

The year of being abolished was spent in Guangya Hall.

The book in his hand was spread out on a certain page. The boy put one hand flat on his stomach and held the book in the other. The breeze gently blew up the pages of the book, curling up a lock of the boy's hair mischievously. The boy who closed his eyes didn't know who he was Dreaming of something, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he leaned comfortably on the grand teacher's chair, with his head slightly turned to one side.

What Yin Wuyao saw when he stepped into Guangya Hall was such a harmonious picture.

The sun shone on the boy in plain white clothes, shining a faint golden light, his moist lips were slightly opened, as if to attract people to taste, Yin Wuyao was stunned for a while, then approached Zhibai softly, about to fall Picking up the book that fell on the floor, he glanced at the cover of the book and threw it on the desk.

That book was sent by Yin Wuyao because he was afraid that Zhifei would feel bored. There are more than a dozen books in total, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, astronomy, geography, and customs. Although it can be seen that he has no intention of leaving the palace, it always makes people feel a little lonely.

Perhaps that child has taken on too many people's emotions and expectations, and gradually it has become impossible for people to see his original hope.

Although the movement was very light, but still woke up Zhi Fei who was not a deep sleeper, rubbed his eyes, Zhi Fei raised himself up and greeted his father, wondering why he came back so early.

"I just got off the court, and I'll have dinner with you when I come back." Yin Wuyao seemed to be smiling, and took off the cloak with snowflakes on his body. Originally, there was no need to worry about getting snowflakes when riding in the imperial chariot, but Yin Wuyao seemed I prefer to walk over by myself, not like the extravagant emperors that Zhifei remembered from his previous life.

Zhi Fei took the cloak and hung it aside, in his opinion these things are nothing, but he didn't see Yin Wuyao staring at his back in a daze.

After the imperial meal was served, all the palace people retreated silently. The narrow table was completely inconsistent with the grandeur of the emperor's palace. Sitting lazily, he watched Zhi Fei serve him vegetables.

Yin Wuyao has always been interested in the life of ordinary families ever since he heard the theory of family and country that Zhi Fei blurted out that day, and only Zhi Fei Ken talked to him while gnawing steamed buns, and Zhi Qin would definitely come first One must remove these foods.

Zhi Fei didn't know Yin Wuyao was thinking so much, he silently bit his chopsticks, counting how many days had passed since he woke up, if he didn't go back, would the people at Leng Palace be very worried, he secretly looked up at Yin Wuyao Wuyao, I don't know when he will let him go back.

Yin Wuyao seemed to feel Zhifei's gaze, picked up some side dishes with chopsticks that were far away from Zhifei, and put them in Zhifei's bowl, "I'm not cured, don't think about going back."

Immediately, the emperor smiled inscrutablely, "Does Xiaoqi know what happened in the court today?"

Zhi Fei shook his head, he didn't care about the affairs of the court, the prince could go to the court to listen to the government when he was 12 years old, but Zhi Fei had never been there once, and he didn't need to go as a prince who was born in a cold palace and had no plans, he was happy every day Leisure is not very good.

Yin Wuyao had a bit of a headache. During the days he spent with Zhifei, it can be seen that he really doesn't care, doesn't care, he doesn't care about those power tactics and schemes, and only reads his books in Guangya Hall every day. I don't hear anything outside the window.

This kind of obsession has both his loveliness and his hatred.

Probably this is something that Zhibao's brothers can all feel. Sometimes when looking at Zhibao, one feels that it's not that they exclude Zhifei, but that Zhifei has built a wall to keep people away thousands of miles away.

Yin Wuyao stared at Zhifei's long, flickering eyelashes, and said: "Today in the court hall, all the ministers and officials asked me to appoint the crown prince."

Just please establish a prince.

Zhi Fei looked up at him, a little puzzled, and tilted his head. Isn't the candidate for the crown prince to be decided after the new year? I don't care.

Yin Wuyao smiled and rubbed the top of Zhifei's head, the soft hair he felt in the palm of his hand made him feel nostalgic, that smile gradually turned into a hearty laughter, a little helpless, and a little doting, "You, You...you don't care who the prince is? Xiao Qi knows that just now, your elder brother, second emperor brother, third emperor brother, Taifu Chang Xiangli, and Song Jingman all strongly recommended you. Seeing that these groups of people agree with each other at once, it doesn’t take long to think about it.”

Zhi Fei looked at the emperor in surprise, not noticing that the man's palm had already slid down his hair to his cheek, and said in an unbelievable tone, "This is not true..."

Yin Wuyao laughed loudly, let go of Zhibai, and returned to being that high-ranking emperor, with an unfathomable light shining in his eyes, "Have Xiaoqi ever thought about why they unanimously recommended you as the candidate for the crown prince?"

Still shaking his head, the officialdom is too complicated, and he doesn't want to think too deeply, but he doesn't want to be a prince, so he tugs on the man's sleeve and asks, "Then who did you decide to be the prince in the end?"

From the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Zhifei's slender fingers holding the corner of his golden black dragon robe. Yin Wuyao's eyes flashed an invisible light, and he stared at Zhifei's obsidian-like pupils. Taking out a photo of himself made his heart skip a beat for a moment, and with a wicked smile to cover up the panic, Yin Wuyao lazily said, "Well... If Xiaoqi wants to do it, the prince will do it." Let Xiaoqi do it."

A trace of anger appeared from those black eyes, "Don't make fun of this kind of thing!"

It was the first time I saw that young man who was not interested in anything and didn't care about anything was so angry, his slightly puffed cheeks and slightly opened eyes were childish. Only at this time, Yin Wuyao felt that it was a boy who was both happy and angry. The child, inadvertently stretched out his hand to brush his hair again, with a soft tone, "Of course it's still Zhong'er, but it's just so early, I'm worried that he won't be able to handle it well..."

Zhi Fei was stunned for a look that naturally showed his father's love, and then it turned into a clear smile, but Yin Wuyao caught the loneliness in his eyes.

The high position of the prince, which everyone is eager to aspire to, is abandoned like an old shoe. Yin Wuyao smiled wryly, stopped talking, picked up the cold dish in the bowl, and ate it, but felt that the dish was tasteless.

The palace was busy with the establishment of a crown prince, and Zhifei's illness was almost healed, and the residual poison had cleared up long ago, but the weather was cold, so the emperor still asked Zhifei to go back after the winter. With a lot of strength, I will never see you fall again."So Zhi Fei waited until spring, when the weather was warmer, proposed to Yin Wuyao to move back. The emperor was busy looking at the arrangements for offering sacrifices to heaven and the list of state banquets, so he didn't say anything, and he acquiesced.

Zhi Fei packed his baggage, which he had few things in the first place, a few clothes that his father gave him, and some books that the man brought.

The books were brought by Yin Wuyao to relieve his boredom, and the clothes he wore could not catch the eyes of the emperor. On the grounds that he could not dress too poorly in Guangya Palace, he asked Sibo Li to do it for him. There are several clothes, and these simple but luxurious clothes are worn in Guangya Palace.

Walking out of Guangya Palace, it seemed that even the sun was much brighter. The air in early spring was still a bit cold, but the breath was particularly fresh.

When Mu Ao and Wen Han received the news, they knew that this day was the day when Zhi Fei would go back, so they waited outside the Guangya Hall early, anxious in their hearts, fearing that something would happen again, until they saw a person walking out of the place where the snow had almost melted. When they were teenagers who were smiling lightly, their hearts hung for a month before they really fell to the ground.

Wen Han has lost a lot of weight, and there are obvious dark circles under his eyes. One can tell at a glance that he hasn't slept well these days, while Mu Ao's face has become more resolute, and his thin lips are pursed tightly, slightly wrinkled Eyebrows, a pair of deep eyes saw that Zhi Fei was intact except for a little thinner, and then he showed a slight smile.

Zhifei Xiaobu ran in front of the two of them. After more than a month of recuperation, his skin became more and more crystal clear, like a beautiful jade, but his faint smile made people feel excited, "I kept you waiting for a long time, we go home!"

As they did when they were young, each held the hand of the other, and the slightly petite hands of the teenager were wrapped in two wide palms. The backs of the three gradually elongated in the sun.