The prince in the cold palace

In the past two years, there have been heavy rains in the summer, floods have broken embankments, food harvests have failed, and famine has caused disasters. After entering June, the people are even more panicked.

Therefore, the emperor's birthday banquet can only be kept simple. Only officials above the second rank and relatives of the emperor are present. The food on the banquet is also very simple. The emperor emphasized frugality and clean government, and his words touched the hearts of the veterans, which moved the guests present.

Although there was a famine at home and powerful enemies outside were covetous, but Yin Wuyao's political skills were used to the extreme, and the disaster relief work was carried out steadily, which actually raised the emperor's prestige to a higher level. The people in the disaster area all praised Yin Wuyao.

Even Zhifei seemed to be in the honor of his father, and some of those praises belonged to the crown prince.

After being downed a few glasses of wine by those few ministers, Zhi Po was a little dizzy. If he knew it, he would not have drunk it all. One cup after another, they seemed to have an appointment, and they couldn't finish it.

The wine glass in his hand was filled again, Zhi Fei sullenly looked at the transparent liquid in the delicate enamel glass, suppressed the churning gastric juice in his stomach, and drank it with his head raised.

"His Royal Highness is good at drinking!"

"My minister admires Your Highness's Jiangzuo Seven Strategies, and respects His Highness!"

"I also want to respect Your Highness..."

"..."

In the end, he almost saw a double image when he looked at everything, and Zhi Fei's face was covered with a magnificent red, so the ministers let him go.

Zhi Fei asked his father for instructions to leave early, Yin Wuyao's eyes were full of teasing smiles, and he waved him back to Duanju Palace.

Speaking of today's ministers desperately toasting him, it's all because of Jiang Zuo's Seven Strategies.

The Seven Strategies of Jiangzuo dealt with the problems of resettlement, disaster relief, and post-disaster reconstruction for flooded areas in detail.

Everyone in the court thought it was the crown prince's ingenious plan, but in fact, it was not thought up by Zhifei alone.

Under the dim and flickering candlelight, Yin Wuyao, who had been sleepless for several consecutive nights, deliberated strategically one by one, together with Zhi Fei.

Although he originally proposed a large-scale implementation of the abolition, the specific items and implementation methods are all thanks to Yin Wuyao. However, he did not put his name on the embroidered book of Jiang Zuo Qice.

"This is the best time for the crown prince to establish his prestige. I don't need to use strategies to win the hearts of the people. As long as I am a meritocracy, it is enough to achieve fame."

The words Yin Wuyao said are still echoing in Zhibai's mind.

That confident and complacent tone, matched with his deep and charming voice, is as bewitching as it is.

So he has to bear this "reputation" until he gets nauseated after drinking...

Zhi Fei smiled wryly, and he didn't know whether it was because of his drunkenness or some other reason that he had such a childish idea.

"Your Highness? How about I carry you back?" Mu Ao saw Zhi Fei leaning against the railing of the corridor, twisting left and right, and finally sat on it with great difficulty, hugging a pillar on one side, narrowing his eyes.

"No! Uh... let me blow the wind..." Zhi Fei murmured, throwing a tantrum like a child, in Mu Ao's view, it was both cute and annoying.

The blushing face is like a ripe apple, pink and attractive, the small mouth opens and closes, the breath mixed with the faint smell of wine is intoxicating.

Mu Ao was startled, and after a while he realized, "You'll catch a cold if you sit here..."

Having no other choice, he took off his outer shirt and put it on Zhi Fei, and Mu Ao also sat on it, looking up at the bright new moon in the night.

"Seventh brother! So you are here!" Zhiyu walked quickly towards the two people sitting side by side, and under the darkness of night, he was dressed in a black brocade suit, showing off his extraordinary demeanor.

Zhi Fei woke up in a daze, rubbed his eyes, "Three...brother Huang?"

"It's the third brother, did Xiao Qi forget it again?" Zhiyu looked at Zhifei with a bit of reproach, and Zhifei smiled apologetically, "I don't know why the third brother is looking for me?"

Prince Yu handed over the brocade box in his hand, "This was originally intended to be given to the father, but the father also left the table shortly after Xiao Qi left, so I didn't have time to present it. What about doing it for you? Even if you are a prince, you still have to go back to the mansion before the palace ban."

"Ah, is that so..." Zhi Fei nodded, and took the beautifully decorated box.Mu Ao frowned, "Wouldn't it be better for the prince to let the palace servants do it for you?"

Zhiyu showed a troubled expression, "It contains the precious Nanhai Lingxiang, and I am worried about handing it over to the palace servants."

Zhi Fei looked at the sky, "It's getting late at night, maybe it will be presented to the father tomorrow, third brother, don't you mind?"

Zhiyu nodded and smiled gently, "Then please trouble Xiao Qi."

Looking at Zhiyu's leaving back, and looking at the box in his hand, Zhifei said to Mu Ao, "Let's go back too."

Zhi Fei felt very tired, he had never drank so much wine in more than ten years, and his stomach was always uncomfortable. He returned to Duanju Palace, handed the box to Mu Ao, and then dragged his heavy steps back to the bedroom.

Before entering the door, I saw the flickering candlelight in the room.

It might be that Wen Han realized that he ordered something for himself, without thinking too much, Zhi Fei pushed the door open.

The slightly vibrating bed made a sound like a blunt instrument, and inside the half-covered curtain were two overlapping human bodies.

Yin Wuyao raised the chin of the person under him with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the half-opened skirt of the person, his eyes were deep.

The man's black hair was like a cloud, and the loose long hair was intertwined with Yin Wuyao's black hair, and he gasped with difficulty, "Uh... Father, Emperor..."

Turning his head suddenly, Yin Wuyao saw Zhi Po standing by the door, his eyes were filled with astonishment, and the movements of his hands were also stiff.

Zhi Qin turned his head with difficulty, and looked at Zhi Fei who was standing there blankly with some hatred.

There was an awkward atmosphere in the room, and none of the three spoke.

After recovering for a long time, Zhi Fei opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse, "I'm sorry, I went to the wrong place...You guys continue..."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the room quickly without looking back, even Zhifei himself didn't know the reason for this guilty conscience.

That was clearly his bedroom.

Walking silently, Zhi Fei raised his head, only to realize that in front of him was the palace gate of Chi Su Palace.

Inside the rusty courtyard gates were simple courtyards, in which lived women who never had the chance to see the emperor again.A trace of melancholy flashed across his heart, Zhi Fei remembered that it had been a long time since he had visited his concubine mother, since he came, let's go and have a look.

The cold palace exudes a desolate atmosphere at night, and the singing of crickets in the grass also seems lonely. Zhi Fei looked at the room with the lights out, hesitating whether to go in or not.

A black shadow took away Zhi Fei's sight.

As if piercing through the sky, a ghostly figure flashed past in front of his eyes. If Zhi Fei guessed correctly, it was a black night clothes that could only be seen by sight.

By the time the word "assassin" popped into his mind, it was already too late.There was a strong force on the neck, but before he could feel the pain, his eyes and consciousness were completely dark.

He didn't even see the assassin's face clearly.

Although he vaguely heard what the man said, his chaotic consciousness couldn't convey the words to his brain, and Zhi Fei fell into a coma with doubts and fears.

Drowsy, Zhi Fei thought a lot.

Thinking of Jiang Zuo's hardships when formulating the Seven Strategies, thinking of the strong stamina of bamboo leaves and pastries made of coarse grains at the birthday banquet, Mu Ao draped clothes for himself, and then accidentally bumped into his father and second brother in his bedroom. ,assassin……

The guards in the cold palace are really weak, no wonder the assassins always pick this side.

The last time Song Jingman arrested the assassin seemed to happen right in front of his eyes, vividly in his memory.The ferocious tattoo on the Rongli Assassin's body looked extremely vivid.

Zhi Fei thought in a daze, could it be that the assassin this time was also from Rongli?

Why is he catching himself...

When he woke up again, Zhi Fei found himself in a crude carriage.

He moved his body, but he was not bound by the rope. It seems that the assassin treated him well. Zhi Fei smiled wryly, and slowly got up. The aftereffects of the hangover were poisoning his head, his whole head was heavy, and his thinking was slow. many.

Hearing the sound, someone outside opened the curtain of the car, with the sun behind his back, the face of that person could not be seen clearly.