The prince in the cold palace

There were still two hours before the afternoon riding and archery class. Zhi Fei, Wen Han, and Mu Ao, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, had lunch under the grape arbor of the Taiyuan Academy.The lunch is a family-style dish prepared by the mother and concubine. It is simple and delicious. Each of the three children has a share, and they are treated equally. Sitting under the shade of a tree with a food box, it really feels like a picnic. The young man smiled comfortably as he pawed in the bowl.

Mu Ao's food is not as gentle as Wen Han's. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and hasn't learned much about palace rules, so his food is really... rough.

Even though he thought so, Zhi Fei didn't intend to say it, Mu Ao was better off, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable to ask him to be gentle than to kill him?Thinking of this, when he saw the rice grains on the corner of Mu Ao's mouth, he couldn't help pinching it down, "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you, it's not enough for me." Mu Ao's face was a little red, and he stared blankly Zhuo Fei, with a silly look that is not as frivolous as when he first met, Zhi Fei smiled and leaned over to share some of the vegetables and rice in the bowl with him.

"Your highness, your highness... the young ones can't eat your highness's food..." Mu Ao evaded in a rather embarrassing way, he didn't dare to really push away the hand holding the waste, so he had no choice but to turn to Wen Han for help.

Wen Han also submissively persuaded him to abolish him.

"I can't eat so much. If you don't eat, isn't the mother and concubine's hard work going to waste?" Zhi Fei doesn't care about the obstruction of the two, anyway, he has the final say here, "And don't call yourself 'little', call yourself 'little' I', didn't the concubine also let us love each other like brothers?"

Mu Ao Wenhan was so blocked by Zhifei, he had to practice many times in private to solve the addressing problem. Zhifei didn't like the feeling that they were inferior to him or that he was superior to others, so he probably wouldn't get used to it even if he worked hard a few times. Well, Concubine Mu is also approachable and supports the idea of ​​abolition. Even though Lu Fang says she is a "servant and servant", in fact she is the most indifferent.

It would be great if the days passed like this. Although I am in the emperor's house, I have to worry about family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs. I don't have a single thing. I live leisurely every day, occasionally being bullied by the emperor brothers, and listening to the rare words of my master. Chatting, or listening to the corners of the palace people, is also a kind of tranquil and comfortable life.

Wen Han is a reading companion, so he doesn't have to accompany Zhifei after the morning class is over, but he doesn't know whether it's because of a tendon or a desire to protect, but he wants to follow Zhifei to the riding and archery class. Of course, he can't follow him. Those who are in class can only watch from the sidelines, while Mu Ao can show his strengths in the afternoon class, but he is concentrated in the training ground next to him for training, and he cannot contact the princes who are deposed.

Zhi Fei was born with congenital deficiencies. His father in his previous life was a doctor. When he was a child, Zhuang Xian, who was weak and sick, followed his father's buttocks and knew some pathology and pharmacology. His body in this life is the same as his previous life. Asthma, the general practitioner will try to avoid a lot of exercise. Before the age of three, he only walked and crawled, but he did not suffer from any serious illness.

Song Jingman, the commander of the imperial guards, was in charge of horse riding and shooting martial arts for the Pope's children. He was tall and thin, his skin was often sun-tanned, his muscles were plump and strong, and he was about forty years old. He looked more like a scholar than a sword dancer. People with guns.

The weakness of Zhiyu and Zhimo has long been heard in the palace. When Song Jingman was in class, he let them sit under the tree and watch, and occasionally let them take a stroll, also in cool places such as under the shade of trees and under the eaves. , but he has no extra tolerance for Zhifei, and it is a horse stance for half an hour when he comes up.

Leaving Zhifei’s physical condition aside, it’s unheard of in the palace to scramble for half an hour in the first class. Song Jingman is notoriously old-fashioned and looks down on the humble prince. Anyway, they can still play tricks on them. There's nothing wrong with making the superiors happy, as long as you don't play to death, it's not your fault.

Of course, it is impossible for Zhifei to hold the horse stance for an hour. He lasted for 10 minutes at most, his legs were shaking desperately, and he couldn't stand still. In the end, he had to honorably join the duo resting under the shade of a tree.

Although the two brothers Zhiqing Zhizhu on the field are not from the same mother, they have a good relationship and a lively temperament. They are very talented in martial arts. After learning, boys are naturally active, this scene reminded Zhi Fei of playing with a group of friends when he was a child.

Zhuang Xian was rarely in good health when he was a child. When he was in good health, he would play games with his friends, play hide-and-seek on the lawn, play football or even just chase after him. He often found his clothes when he returned home. His pants were stained with mud, and his face was dripping with sweat.

Zhi Fei found an empty place and sat down. Not far away, Zhi Yu was reading a book while holding a book in his hand, while Zhi Mo stared at himself curiously with his big dark eyes.

Zhifei smiled at him.

As if encouraged by Zhifei's smile, Zhimo approached him cautiously, not daring to get too close, faltering and faltering what to say but not daring to say, Zhifei looked at him amusedly, finally had no choice but to speak first, "Brother Sihuang, do you have anything to say to Zhi Fei?"

"Seventh, Seventh Brother..." The little chubby hand took out a cloth bag from his bosom, and handed it to Zhi Po shyly, "Here, here you..."

"For me?" Zhi Fei was a little surprised, took the cloth bag and unfolded it, it was a piece of almond walnut cake, he couldn't help but looked up at Zhi Mo again, "Let me eat?"

Zhimo nodded vigorously twice.

This is the first time I have received a gift from my "brothers". Zhi Fei sighed in his heart. Fortunately, he did not become the target of public criticism, and not everyone hates him. He picked up the piece of walnut cake and took a bite. ate up.

Because he ate with great care, he didn't notice that Zhi Mo had gone far away at this time.

You time was approaching, and all the princes and bodyguards could leave get out of class, but Zhifei's stomach hurt.

Mu Ao was the closest to Zhibao, and he rushed to Zhibao's side after class, and saw the three-year-old little master rolling over and over on the ground holding his stomach, his small face twisted together due to pain, and his clothes were rolled It was all mud, and I was stunned immediately. I suddenly came back to my senses and immediately ran towards the cold palace with Zhibao in my arms. After leaving the school grounds, I met Wen Han at the gate. Wen Han was also shocked when he saw Zhibao's appearance , wishing he could bear the pain of gastrointestinal twisting for him, trotting to keep up with Mu Ao's pace, while saying comforting words to Zhifei.

Zhi Fei just clutched his stomach, he was so painful that he was sweating profusely that he couldn't speak, as if there were a few scissors cutting his internal organs in his stomach, he gritted his teeth and hummed, the pain blurred his concept of time, he only felt that Mu Ao was in the sunset. His shadow was very long, he huddled in Mu Ao's arms, trying to absorb the warmth in his chest.

As soon as he arrived at Chiju Palace, Mu Ao rushed to their "little home", and shouted "Mother! Mother!" "Lvfang, come here!" as soon as he entered the door.

Concubine Mu and Lufang were terrified when they heard the screams, and hurried out of the room, and saw the pained expression of Zhifei on the soft couch, both screamed, Lufang took Wen Han to invite the imperial physician, Concubine Mu and Mu Ao changed Zhifei's clothes, carried him to bed, and covered him with a thick quilt.Mu Ao sat Zhifei half-sitting and propped him up, leaning his back on him. Concubine Mu fed Zhifei some warm water, the painful expression on his small face seemed to have eased a bit, and he lay him flat again, in the room Waiting for the doctor.

When Lufang and the imperial physician came, they saw Mu Ao pacing back and forth in the room and Concubine Mu who was sitting on the bed worryingly. After looking at Zhifei's face and tongue coating, he twirled his beard and said, "It's nothing serious, it's just a bad stomach. Don't let the Seventh Highness eat the bad food in the future. The old minister issued an order, and Miss Lufang went to the Imperial Hospital Just dispense the medicine, take this medicine twice a day, once a day, stop when you see better. When the fever subsides, cook some porridge for him, and avoid meat during this time."

After everyone heard this, their hearts fell to the ground. The dispenser was busy dispensing the medicine. Lufang took out a few silver coins from her cuff and stuffed them into the imperial physician's hand. She thanked her several times until the imperial physician waved her hand impatiently. Seeing that the amount of money in his hand was not even enough for the appetizers for drinking on weekdays, he couldn't help but feel a bit like a white worker, but he was also the imperial doctor in the palace, so he couldn't say anything, so he had to accept the money symbolically, and crossed the border. Go to the medical box and leave in a hurry.

Concubine Mu couldn't help but Lufang persuaded her to go back to the house for a nap, and Lufang also accompanied her. Although Mu Ao and Wen Han were young, they were full of energy. The two young boys took turns guarding the medicine stove and the waste bed. A few days ago, when Zhi Fei woke up, he saw Wen Han dozing off beside his bed.

Zhi Fei guessed the reason for the sudden stomach pain, but then he thought that Zhi Mo was still a child, probably just to tease himself, so he didn't intend to tell the matter, so he quietly woke up Wen Han. Wen Han frowned on Fei's pale face, "Your Highness, what did you eat?"

"It's nothing."

"Really didn't eat anything?" Wen Han was a little puzzled.

"Hmm...probably, I can't remember what I ate." Zhi Fei could only answer vaguely.

Mu Ao came in with a decoction, the black and bitter ink made Zhifei's face even paler, he rarely frowned his delicate eyebrows, and looked at Mu Ao in embarrassment, "Can I not drink it?"

"It's okay if you don't drink, be good, Your Highness, don't be self-willed." Mu Ao imitated Lu Fang's tone, and he saw Zhifei's face change, and his trembling hands were going to take the bowl in Mu Ao's hand, but Mu Ao Hidden away, sat by the bed, picked up a small white porcelain spoon, took a spoonful, put it on his lips and blew it, then handed it to Zhifei's mouth, "Drink."

Zhi Fei had no choice but to cancel his plan to drink it up in one gulp, and let Mu Ao feed it spoonful by spoonful.

Wen Han said, "Don't go to class tomorrow."

"But the master will check the endorsement tomorrow..." Zhi Fei remembered that he hadn't read the article taught today after he came back, so even if he memorized it temporarily, he might not be able to memorize it.

"Forget it tomorrow, the homework is not bad for the day." Wen Han said old-fashioned.

Zhi Fei blinked and had no choice but to be obedient, who made him a patient?

The next day, Zhuo Wenhan reported his leave, and Zhi Fei recuperated in bed peacefully.Concubine Mu didn't sleep well all night, she was worried that her son would be thirsty and hungry in the middle of the night, and she would get up to make food for Zhifei just after dawn. Lufang also had two dark circles under her eyes, she looked like a panda, and Zhibao struggled with his tongue After finally coaxing Concubine Mu and Lufang back to sleep, she drank the porridge that Concubine Mu had worked so hard for.

Wen Han went out, expecting that he would not come back so soon, so he asked Mu Ao to read on the bed with a book, Mu Ao didn't say anything, put down the book and went to the backyard to practice swords, swish, swish, in the house Also audible.

Zhifei looked at the paper full of papers, and he suddenly seemed to be back in the third year of high school. He recited the compulsory exams one by one, and now all the things he had read before were vivid in his mind. Looking at the book, he remembered " The misty fairyland like "Chibi Fu" reminds me of the water and sky in "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", the paper-filled youth in "Li Sao"... I think of my deskmate Zhou Yu who forced me to write silently at that time.

How long has it been since you thought of Zhou Yu?

The sunny smile of that person in the memory has not faded, just like the fact that they met by chance when they were interns in the same company after many years.The relationship between the students was hardcore and pure. They fell in love during the internship, a cup of coffee, a can of tea, two movie tickets, pulleys and naps in the park, three-layer ice cream on the street, fruit platter in the buffet... ...Everything came alive in his mind, those things that were buried in the corner of his memory, the memory that belonged to "Zhuang Xian", so he couldn't help but open the gate of memory to release these floods .

Zhi Fei found that his cheeks were covered with tears, he hurriedly wiped them with the back of his hand, the tears were still flowing, surging and uncontrollable.It was only then that Zhi Fei really panicked, grabbed the quilt and wiped his tears on it, as they were still streaming, he simply buried his face in the quilt and cried...