The prince in the cold palace

Gently calling Zhifei's name, what responded to him was unsurprisingly a piece of tranquility, the boy's light breath was even and orderly, with a touch of body fragrance mixed in between his exhalations, the boy seemed to have some kind of sweet dream , the corners of the mouth were slightly curved, the long eyelashes moved slightly, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes contained a calm and soft feeling.

Confirming that the young man next to him was already sound asleep, Yin Wuyao reluctantly and softly kissed the alluring brow, moving down, touching the tip of the nose lightly, the delicate touch of the young man's skin was on his lips, and his eyes moved down to the two light-colored lips. Lips, scorching eyes seemed to burn a fire, and then touched it lightly and carefully.

Like a butterfly's wings passing by, like a dragonfly touching water.

The young man didn't realize it at all, his warm breath sprayed on Yin Wuyao's face, under the dim moonlight, the man's still handsome face was a little softer than before.

Stretching out his hand to embrace the young man in his arms, resting his chin on the top of his crippled hair, he heard Yin Wuyao sigh softly.

"...It's like this every day, how can I sleep?" With a smile in his eyes, Yin Wuyao seriously wrapped the quilt tightly for Zhi Fei, pressed the corners of the quilt, and inserted his fingers greedily into the boy's crotch In the hair, I feel the soft and warm touch, the fingertips are the temperature of a teenager, and there is a ripple in my heart.

The accountant's room is very small, and the bed is not too big, and it is just enough to sleep Yin Wuyao and Zhi Fei at the same time. Zhi Fei's sleeping appearance is as quiet as his, hardly turning over, and occasionally leaning against a warm place Damn, Yin Wuyao is also willing to wrap the boy in his arms, looking down at that sleeping face that he can't get enough of.

It's just that it's impossible to control the beating heart well, and sometimes the emperor won't feel tired watching Zhifei all night.

Especially when the scorching sun is just rising and everything wakes up, those eyes slowly open, the pupils that can make everything pale in an instant, are the most exciting.

Want to know more about him, more.

I want this boy to see him more, more.

Yin Wuyao found that he could no longer control this emotion, which may be called "like", and it took root, sprouted, and overflowed.

unstoppable.

"Well……"

Lifting his heavy eyelids, Yin Wuyao's magnified face gradually became clear amidst the confusion, and the smile in his eyes became wider. Yin Wuyao lowered his head, and put his forehead against Zhi Fei's, casting a large shadow in front of Zhi Fei's eyes ,"woke up?"

Blinking, adapting to the light after opening his eyes, "Hmm..." Zhi Fei nodded, and pressed his hands on Yin Wuyao's chest, wanting to get up.

"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer. After walking so much yesterday, Xiao Qi is also tired, isn't he?" Yin Wuyao curled his lips while brushing Zhibao's slightly messy hair.

When I went to the eighth cave, I still relied on Yin Wuyao's supernatural lightness. After going to the cemetery, I went around to the stream, and then I saw a cart with freshly prepared supplies on the mountain road, and the waste rolled up my sleeves and went there helped.

Yin Wuyao quietly looked at Zhi Po from the side, neither going up to help, nor laughing at him, watching the young man chatting and laughing with a group of strong men, his forehead was sweating under the sun, and his clothes were also dirty There was a faint smile on the young boy's face.

When he finished his work, the boy trotted to Yin Wuyao's side, and while wiping his sweat with his sleeves, he breathed comfortably and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Then, on the grounds that he didn't want to dirty Yin Wuyao's clothes, he walked side by side with the emperor on the mountain road, his expression more relaxed than ever.

Zhi Fei shook his head and rubbed against the quilt. Although he was reluctant to part with the warmth, he still struggled to get up, "... I came here yesterday on the [-]th, and left a note for my son. The emperor is going to her medicine house today. Go change the medicine."

If he hadn't received the note from Nineteen, Zhi Fei would have thought that Yin Wuyao's wounds on his back and the poison on his body had all healed, and he had brought himself to perform lightness kung fu yesterday, and the wounds hadn't healed after so long, a large part of it was Yin Wuyao. Haruka didn't care.

The emperor's face was slightly gloomy, and he was from a scholarly family, "Xiao Qi seems to like Nineteen a lot..."

"I can't say I like it. Nineteen is very loyal, and he does his best to the emperor, so he can be trusted." Zhi Fei lowered his eyes and said lightly.

Yin Wuyao's face turned even darker, "Could it be that Xiao Qi doesn't care what Nineteen did to you?"

The arms around the young man tightened slightly, and Zhibai moved sadly, "...I care, but there is nothing wrong with what she did. People always try their best to protect the people they like. Nine doubts are also normal..."

A little anger flickered in those eyes, whether it was Yin Wuyao's words or the madness towards Nineteen, Zhi Fei didn't know, he could only resist Yin Wuyao's imprisonment.

An inexplicable hint of joy made the emperor relax his grip, and in a blink of an eye, Zhi Fei had sat up and put on his coat.

The sliver of anger in the obsidian-black pupils looked so agile and beautiful.

Zhi Fei frowned and glanced at Yin Wuyao who was lazily lying on his side on the bed, then turned and went out.

With an unconcealable smile on his face, Yin Wuyao rolled over and sat up with his lips curled up, put on his clothes slowly and gracefully, and walked out following Zhi Fei's footsteps.

After the two had breakfast, they rushed to Jiujiu's medicine house along the secret road last time.

Nineteen was still dressed in fiery red clothes, with all kinds of medicinal herbs on the table, and he greeted him with joy on his face, his eyes were full of vitality and joy, and his crystal clear skin was dyed with a touch of red. Pinky.

Ever since he stepped into the medicine hut, the emperor has been expressionless, and the evil spirit around him can only be felt by the dull Zhifei. As soon as Shijiu took a few steps forward, he was forced by this invisible pressure to dare not look up. Looking at the toe of the emperor's shoe timidly, he was a little at a loss.

The emperor waved his hand, "Nineteen, the medicine is left, you go down first."

After speaking, he went straight to the table and sat down, stretched out his hand to untie his belt, and said to Zhi Fei, "Xiaoqi, what are you still doing, come over and help me change my medicine."

Zhi Fei looked at Nineteen's lonely leaving figure, sighed, and untied Yin Wuyao's clothes, revealing most of his back.

A hole-shaped wound under the left shoulder formed a ferocious scab, the scab split open again, and the blood coagulated again. I don't know how many times this happened. Compared with what Zhi Fei saw before, it was much worse.

"It's just that the father has been dragging on, and this injury won't heal..." Zhi Fei said with a slight complaint, but the movement of bandaging his hands did not stop. After cleaning the wound and applying medicine, he picked up the silky smoothie rolled on the table. Silk wraps the wound layer by layer.

The fingertips passed over the skin, bringing a touch like a spring breeze in March, and the slightly cool but not icy temperature made Yin Wuyao suffocate.

Looking at Zhibao who was busy bandaging up and down carefully with his faint eyes, Yin Wuyao couldn't help stretching out his hand and caressing Zhibao's cheek.

The boy's movements froze, and he looked at the emperor in puzzlement. His pure eyes were like unbloomed bones, with a faint fragrance that made people couldn't help but want to pluck them off.

"Father?..."

Yin Wuyao quickly withdrew his deep gaze, "Xiao Qi... how old are you this year?"

Zhi Fei looked at Yin Wuyao strangely, and after a while, he still replied, "Fifteen."

If you count the previous life, it would be more than this age. However, as a human being in the reincarnation, he finally stopped being a bystander, and Zhi Fei gradually had the disposition of a 15-year-old boy, which he had never experienced in his previous life.

Thinking of this, Zhi Fei smiled lightly, and that smile brought a little relief.

Coming out of the medicine hut, two black figures jumped down from the tree, with only their eyes exposed, kneeling neatly and respectfully in front of the emperor, they were well-trained shadow guards.

The emperor glanced at Zhifei, "It's okay, just say what you want."

The shadow guards hesitated for a while before submitting a letter.

Yin Wuyao unfolded the letter, looked at it for a while, raised his hand, and the letter shattered into snowflakes, and his hands slowly clenched into fists. A killing intent flashed in Yin Wuyao's eyes, and after a while, there was another There was no wave, the emperor waved his hand, and the two shadow guards disappeared without a trace.

"Xiaoqi, wait for me here, don't go away."

As he said that, the emperor touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body floated up lightly, his skirt blown by the wind accompanied by his handsome figure and disappeared in the lush forest.

Zhi Fei looked at the snow flakes scattered on the ground, and silently picked up one of the pieces of paper with half of the word "Mu" written on it.

Sensing someone behind him, Zhi Fei paused for a moment, the person coming did not hide the sound of footsteps, the shoes rubbing against fallen leaves made a rustling sound, turned around, and saw a red figure in front of him.

Nineteen bit his lower lip, walked over slowly, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he knelt down in front of Zhi Fei with a plop.

"Your Highness, I beseech the Lord, let my subordinates go with you!" Her knees fell to the ground, and there was a muffled sound of bones colliding with the ground. The woman's stubborn and sad eyes begged earnestly, with a bitter tone, let me see you. Everyone feels distressed.

Zhi Fei wanted to help her up, but Shijiu acted as if you didn't promise me not to get up.

"Shen Rongku has suspected his subordinates for a long time, and Ba Tianzhai has also expressed his attitude, let the subordinates follow the master..."

Zhi Fei showed a embarrassed expression. He knew that Yin Wuyao didn't want him to have too much contact with Nineteen. Maybe he understood the emperor's mind to some extent. People take it with them.

After thinking about it, Zhi Fei realized that since he was a child, he had never met anyone Yin Wuyao really fell in love with... Whether it was the concubines in the harem or the second brother, they were just playthings in his eyes, pawns in his hands .

Does a person without any feelings have no weaknesses?

Yin Wuyao also has no weaknesses.

Zhi Fei looked at Nineteen, those stubborn bright eyes were still relentless, Zhi Fei simply sat next to Nineteen, with a faint and bitter smile, "Nineteen, you know better than me what your father is like, right? I won't let myself have any weaknesses or threats...Scholarly Family" thought for a while, then sighed, "The king is really lonely..."

Nineteen stared at Zhifei for a while, and frowned. When his brows were loosened, Zhifei was looking at the clouds floating in the sky, when he heard Nineteen snort coldly, "If it's His Highness, maybe the Lord will Allow this particular vulnerability to exist."

"What?" Zhi Fei slightly opened his eyes wide, and Nineteen's expression was a little distorted, but there was a certain pride in it.

"The lord does not allow weakness, so please hurry up and become stronger, Your Highness, and don't become the lord's weakness."

Nineteen stood up gracefully, shaking off the fallen leaves and mud on his robe, with a sad smile on the corner of his mouth, although sad, but still strong, "His Royal Highness, this subordinate will take a good look at Shen Rongku and not let him He changed his mind midway."

After speaking, he walked away without looking back.

Nineteen is really a special woman, Zhi Fei thought, slowly closed his eyes, and buried his head in his knees.