The prince in the cold palace

Wen Han always said, Mu Ao, your courage is getting bigger and bigger.

You are the first person in this palace to call your master by his name directly.

The hand holding the sword hilt tightened suddenly, and the resolute lines on his face became a little more hazy. The corner of Mu Ao's mouth raised a confident smile, and with one move, Guiyan Pingsha rolled up the wind and dust and withered leaves rustled. Toughness and tyranny, the heart is like still water, the blade of the sword has two opposite but not contradictory weapon lusters of cold arrogance and blood, and the shaking sword shadow reflects the sunlight, adding a bit of chilling meaning.

If calling the person by his name can bring back that person's mind, why would Mu Ao care about one more crime.

The long corridor stretches as far as the eye can see, and Zhi Bao, who staggers along the railing, doesn't answer him no matter how much he calls.

His fingernails were inserted into his clenched fists. At that time, Mu Ao wanted to rub this lonely and helpless boy in his arms, but he was surprised by his sudden thought. He didn't know whether it was anger or shock for a moment. Waste, no matter how much he yelled, he couldn't bring back his distracted thoughts.

Did it come out of nowhere...

Perhaps, a long time ago, the position on the left chest was already taken by that person.

Looking up at the sun, Mu Ao held a piece of tender grass in his mouth, and the grass swayed gently with the breeze, as if laughing at his troubled look.

Late autumn was a bit sluggish. In the autumn when Mu Ao was 19 years old, when all the flowers withered and the chrysanthemums were alone, he met his brother whom he hadn't seen for more than ten years.

How long has passed, so long that Mu Ao even forgot his previous name, when the man walked towards him in the shining silver armor, it suddenly seemed like a dream, the familiar feeling on the similar face coincided with the memory, the man is thick and thick A powerful voice came from afar, "Third brother!"

Yang Fuyi quickly stepped forward and hugged his younger brother who was almost as tall as him. Mu Ao blinked, then smiled, and called him "Big Brother" as he did when he was a child.

Mu Ao never thought that he would see his elder brother again in this life. The elder brother dressed up as a soldier is extraordinary, which made Mu Ao very happy. Ao said.

His father died from overwork and illness during the march. The two brothers were young, strong, courageous and resourceful, and they were favored by the old general and cultivated into talents.

Hearing the news of their father's death, Mu Ao and his brothers couldn't help but darken their faces, but Yang Fuyi immediately smiled heartily.

The training in the army is full of joy, the long-distance battle is difficult and majestic, the drums on the battlefield are like thunder, the morale is like a rainbow, the horn is blowing, and the gold is defeated. Everything made Mu Ao's heart eager to try, his blood boiling.

"We followed General Wang into the capital, and this time we won a complete victory in sweeping up the bandits! It's a pleasure to beat the crap out of those gangsters!" When talking about having fun, Yang Fuyi laughed a few times, showing Soldiers are bold and unrestrained.

"General Wang asked me and your second brother to stay in the imperial capital from now on. He left us to the eldest prince. The eldest prince is a man of benevolence and justice, and we all admire him." Always with a proud look.

But the excitement on Mu Ao's face faded.

He still remembered that the eldest prince once asked Zhifei, who had done nothing wrong, to copy the "Book of Rites" a hundred times, and every day his hands were sore from copying. Such a stubborn person, I really don't understand why the eldest brother admires him!

Yang Fuyi also said, "It's better for the third brother to serve the First Prince with us."

Mu Ao frowned, the corners of his mouth curled down to show his displeasure, and he simply refused, "Impossible!"

Even if the other party is his eldest brother, Mu Ao would not listen to someone saying something bad to his Seventh Highness, "Think about it again...there is no future with His Seventh Highness!"

Yang Fuyi still didn't know Mu Ao's feelings for Zhifei, he just hoped that his brothers would share wealth and advance and retreat together, his expression was unavoidably anxious, Mu Ao also blushed anxiously, and shouted at him anxiously: "I'll say it again, it's impossible It is impossible for me to betray His Highness and join you!"

He ran away without looking back.

He was afraid that if he got agitated, even his biological brother would draw his sword against him impulsively.

If he hadn't been too focused on Yang Fuyi's dispute, with his martial arts, how could he not have discovered Zhifei hiding behind the pillar in the first place.When he reacted and walked back, he sat on the steps because he didn't want to face Yang Fuyi.

Looking at the blue sky, biting the grass in his mouth, he heard the familiar footsteps approaching him.

Later he said to Zhi Fei, "I will not leave you."

Say well, no, leave you.

After Zhizhong came to Lenggong, Yang Fusi also looked for Mu Ao.

Different from the older brother who is a bit dull and straightforward, Mu Ao's second brother is more open-minded and calm. He has inquired a little about the matter of the obsolete, and he also knows that Mu Ao is determined to follow His Highness the Seventh Prince. There was no embarrassment for Mu Ao, the two brothers had a happy chat with Yue Dangge, regardless of success or failure, they only talked about the pursuit of martial arts, which was very comforting.

But if brotherhood is balanced by power, it will only make people feel sad and sigh.

After the waste was poisoned and fell down, Mu Ao and Wen Han who rushed over after hearing the news were stopped outside the school grounds and were not allowed to enter. Walking out of the school grounds, Mu Ao hurriedly stopped the two of them, begging them to take him in to have a look at Zhi Fei.

Yang Fuyi looked hesitant, while Yang Fusi tried to persuade him, "This is His Majesty's order. No one is allowed to enter or leave the school grounds at will. We are still investigating the assassin's accomplices. Brother, you can wait a little longer."

For several days, Mu Ao heard these perfunctory words of "wait a minute" and "just a few more days", so angry that he almost grabbed the guards by their skirts and beat them unconscious to force their way in.

In the cold palace is the gradually haggard figure of the kind concubine Mu, while in the palace is the ruthless and heartless under the influence of rights and interests.

It was a few days after I heard that Zhifei's poison was relieved and moved into Guangya Palace.

Mu Ao didn't know how those people who seemed to like Zhifei "liked" him.

He has seen Zhizhong hesitating and showing embarrassment on his face to bring Yudong clothes to Zhifei, he has seen Zhiyu smiling gently and elegantly with Zhifei tea and reciting poems, and he has also seen Yin Wuyao guarding the door carefully. Feeding Zhifei and drinking medicine by the bedside, being careful and thoughtful.

But he also saw that Zhizhong supported the exchange of the three princes of Rongli for the three frontier cities without hesitation at the court, saw that Zhiyu's eyes were flickering unwillingly but did not make any efforts to save the situation, and he also saw that the emperor turned back on his promise I was physically and mentally exhausted by the power of the emperor.

This is what he can't forgive the most.

They, what right do they have to like being disabled, what right do they have to care about him, what right do they have to make that fragile person scarred again!

His thoughts kept changing, and after a few years, that fleshy little prince had grown into a handsome young man.

Mu Ao stared at the slender and focused figure under the peach blossom tree, with tenderness in his eyes. It had been a long time since he looked at Zhi Fei so quietly.

A focused person is more than obsessive, isn't he the same?When Yin Wuyao's footsteps approached, Mu Ao came back to his senses vigilantly, put his hand on the hilt of the sword subconsciously, and pressed it firmly, the few drops of sweat oozing from his palm were regret for not being able to react quickly, and also because Yin Wuyao Wuyao was shocked by his unpredictable skills.

Yin Wuyao only glanced at Mu Ao coldly, but didn't stop his gaze. Zhi Fei frowned slightly, and was still studying the change of his steps. He didn't notice his arrival, and almost stepped on his left foot again. With his right foot, his body swayed, and someone supported his shoulder.

The corner of the man's mouth was slightly raised, and there was a playful light in his eyes. His fair and handsome face did not show that he was old at all, "Compared to the previous day, I have made some progress, and some steps are too blunt and far-fetched. Come on, I teach you."

"Father? Ah..." Ignoring the undisguised disgust in Zhibao's frowning eyes, Yin Wuyao supported Zhibao's waist and arms with his hands and feet, leading him to dance the complicated dance step by step. Under his guidance, the movements of several turns and successions were done more skillfully and smoothly than before.

Yin Wuyao turned his head to look at Mu Ao who was standing not far away, and swept over with a strong look, Mu Ao couldn't help feeling a chill, even though he was unwilling, he quietly left the courtyard according to the emperor's wishes.

As he walked far away, he could still hear the conversation between the two people in the courtyard.

"Hehe, I'll take you to dance again, won't you learn faster?"

"My son can do it himself, don't bother father and emperor..."

"You are my own crown prince, so there is nothing wrong with spending such a small effort."

"I also ask Father to put state affairs first..."

"What is the matter of the prince if it is not a state matter?"

"..."

"Here we have to go like this, click, turn, take... that's right. How, isn't it much better than before? Hehe."

Mu Ao could imagine the scene of Zhi Fei puffing his cheeks and letting the other party helplessly, and Jiang Zhu's thin lips slightly pursed, even the master didn't know it, how cute these little subtle movements are.

Frightened by Yin Wuyao's cold and ruthless eyes, it was the first time Mu Ao flinched. If he was really as bold as Wen Han said, maybe he would be different in the future just by taking a step forward.

The imperial palace is not a peaceful place. During the short period of more than half a month living in Duanju palace, Mu Ao dealt with a group of people who tried to poison and harm the disabled.Facing the enemy, Mu Ao was never soft-hearted, but when he looked at the dancing and flickering candlelight, his frown was as deep as a ravine.

Not to mention that the guards in the Crown Prince’s East Palace are weak, there are even those who dared to poison. It is impossible for His Majesty to be ignorant of what happened in Duanju Palace, but he still acquiesced in letting it go. Thinking of this, the anger in Mu Ao’s eyes became even stronger, and The emperor who acquiesced in the dirty methods in the palace is now in the abandoned bedroom.

The cold sword light flashed under the moonlight, and Mu Ao stood in front of the man like a ghost, raised his head and asked, "Where did you put him?"

The emperor's eyes were contemptuous and even more sinister, "I'm helping him."

"Help him?!" Mu Ao opened his eyes wide, and even shook the sword in his hand slightly.

The emperor stared at Mu Ao's face completely unaware, "Imperial palace is not a place suitable for comforting life, I want Xiao Qi to give up this idea, the palace people may be jealous or hate, it is impossible for Xiao Qi not to see it, he just doesn't want to see it. I just want to care, I just want him to see what it means to be cruel and ruthless."

That piercing gaze made Mu Ao feel like he was defeated without a fight, "I can see that your anger towards Xiao Qi is kind."

Angry that he doesn't cherish himself, angry that he looks like a person who will disappear at any time, angry that he seldom thinks about himself.

But also willing to stay by his side.

At that moment, Yin Wuyao turned around and left in Mu Ao's memory like a brand.

It would be great if His Highness could show more mortal expressions, whether happy or angry, angry or resentful.

Mu Ao's heart was moved by Yin Wuyao's words.

Concubine Xiao visited Duanju Palace, two days before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.The woman in fine clothes twisted her graceful body, the hatred in her eyes was more profound than before, Wen Han quietly walked behind Mu Ao, and told him that this concubine was Xiao Concubine who was ridiculed by the palace people when she was deposed.

Mu Ao frowned, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Beauty is beauty, and there is no soul at all.This sentence is used to describe this kind of woman, her mind is not normal, what is she doing here?

"The crown prince is registered, how can I not come to congratulate you?" He raised his hand and slapped Zhifei's face while he was close.

Wen Han was about to rush over angrily, but was stopped by Mu Ao, staring at him with unbelievable eyes, Wen Han growled at him: "Where are you going to put Your Highness!"

Mu Ao looked up, but he didn't see the expected scene. Concubine Xiao's wrist was firmly grasped by Zhifei, her eyes were calm, but she couldn't hide a trace of anger, "The East Palace is not something you can do at will. place."

The frowning brows were not loosened, because she was not used to treating others in a tough way, even though she was facing Concubine Xiao who was so obsessed and detested by herself.

Concubine Xiao wanted to say something more to oppress Zhifei, but the rejection and anger towards her in Zhifei's eyes made her unable to continue.

She was fined to copy the books for nearly a year, all because this concubine, who was jealous and hated, would not be willing to accept it even if she was submissive.

Zhifei is not a saint, not a good person, how could he not be angry?

Wen Han stared at Zhi Po with his mouth open, as if looking at a stranger.

But Mu Ao curled up his mouth, his eyes were full of tenderness, even if he did what Yin Wuyao said, even if he had been plotted by the emperor unintentionally, His Highness who could see this, but his heart was full of tenderness. console.

At least, His Highness is no longer kind and bullying, blocking the palace people who are looking for trouble again and again with the status of the Eastern Palace.

"Mu Ao, do you think I've changed?" The young man hugged his knees, sitting on the stone steps, with a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

Mu Ao looked at his Seventh Highness tenderly, and stretched out his hand to rub the man's hair, "This is a good thing."

"Hmm..." Mu Ao seemed to be thinking about it, so he didn't bother him any more. Some things had to be thought through clearly. Looking up at the boundless blue sky, Mu Ao put his hands on the ground and folded his feet casually. Get up and lean comfortably on the stone steps.

Turning his head inadvertently, he saw a relieved smile on the young man's clean face.

The sky is as blue as ever, the spring breeze is blowing, people are like peach blossoms, with bright smiles.

The ceremony of worshiping heaven was held as scheduled. On this day, a hundred flowers bloomed. On the altar of worshiping heaven, there was a dignified and gorgeous young man with a golden crown and black hair. He had a pair of dark peach blossom eyes with bright brilliance, a small and delicate nose, and his sandalwood mouth was lightly opened. The sacrificial speech had been drawn up a long time ago, and three sticks of incense as thick as a baby's arm were placed on it. The green smoke of the incense spread along the wind, lingering around the young man, like an illusion like fog.

Then he spread his arms, danced his sleeves, and walked on clouds and flowing water. With the bass and solemn drums, and against the respectful civil and military officials under the altar, he was as dazzling as a phoenix.

Mu Ao stared at that person bewilderedly, his usual stern light disappeared from his eyes, and the soft light only increased.

I don't know how many people will keep their eyes on Zhi Fei after this sacrifice to heaven.

Mu Ao saw, standing in front of all the officials and ministers, only a few steps away from the altar, the young emperor in golden and red dragon robes had a domineering look in his eyes.

Clenching his fists tightly, Mu Ao stared at the man and the princes behind him with different eyes.

Zhi Zhong's eyes and face are full of amazement towards Zhi Po, and his straight eyes are really annoying to see.

The crescent moon outlines the golden simple peony robe and Zhiyu shows an elegant and coquettish smile. When Zhifei looked at it, he showed a gentle and indulging expression, but Zhifei was stunned by the order of the ceremony and the teaching of the Taifu The place was slightly different, so he didn't notice him, just stood there in a daze, watching the emperor stepping up the steps step by step.

What Yin Wuyao held in his hand was the East Palace Jade Card made by previous emperors for the prince. Only with the jade card on his body was the real prince. It was like this every dynasty. He stared at Yin Wuyao approaching him blankly, then Stretching out his hand to put on the white jade for Zhi Fei, he was at a loss.

According to the order, Zhifei should shoot the target under the steps with a bow and arrow after dancing the dance of praying for the night, to show the prince's ability, but it's just a formality. custom.

But now, it was Yin Wuyao who went up to the altar to ban Peiyu himself, not to mention the ban, even the ministers in the audience were stunned.

The jade medal was presented by the palace servants at the end of the ceremony, so there is no need to bother the emperor.

The courtiers shook their heads. They knew that the emperor had a whim, and although he was a bit arbitrary, it never affected the fate of the country and the people's livelihood. They could only let the emperor do whatever he wanted. The historians were trembling and didn't know how to write this scene. In his eyes, he sneered.

Yin Wuyao lowered his head and said something to Zhi Fei. After Zhi Fei heard this, his brows furrowed even deeper, but his face was slightly red.

Immediately, the emperor smiled, turned around and announced in a resonant voice, "My prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yin Zhifei!"

Many low-ranking soldiers were excited and cheered.

It was a combination of internal strength, Mu Ao looked at Yin Wuyao who was confident and flamboyant, even he couldn't detect the depth of the emperor's internal strength, as long as he had a little internal strength, even the words he said could inspire people's hearts.

It's really doing whatever you want, playing with the world between applause.

Swinging his sword angrily, Mu Ao returned to Duanju Palace, facing the peach tree with a sharp sword move, the petals were shaken off by the sword energy, and then torn, the courtyard was filled with fragrance for a while, falling The red is flying with the wind, the beauty is so beautiful, but Mu Ao is not in any mood.

He has to get stronger, stronger!

Strong enough to protect His Highness, strong enough to contend with that person.

Mu Ao raised his head, and the lone eagle skimmed the sky, but the man was as high as the sky, unreachable, no matter how hard the sword in his hand was sharpened, it could not compare to his words, actions, or even a glance.

It was too far away.