The prince in the cold palace

The evening wind blows, and there is a sobering cold.

Zhi Fei just stood by the window, looking at the night scene under the starry sky of the ancient city. The autumn air is crisp and the sky is full of stars. It has been a long time since I have looked at the stars so seriously. I used to feel that it was just a way to relax. Earlier, it was still in my previous life. Sometimes, I just feel hypocritical.

His fingertips gradually became cold, Zhi Fei still stood there motionless, his shoulders were held down by a pair of warm big hands, his body shook slightly, after the warmth left, a long gown was placed on his shoulders, and he turned his head slightly , Zhi Fei saw that Yin Wuyao had asked someone to clean up the room, behind the screen was a solid wooden barrel, curling up with steam.

Seeing that the emperor had already left the room, he smiled slightly, closed the window, walked behind the magnificent screen painted with flowers, birds, insects and fish, stood by the barrel, put his hand into the barrel, and plucked the water inside again and again. .

The warm and moist touch makes people can't help but ask for more, take off the clothes one by one, put them on the screen by category, rubbing them one by one with fingers is more delicate than when they lived in Batianzhai How many times the clothing material, and then raise your legs and step into the bucket.

Satisfied with sinking his body into the water, his body wrapped in warmth was glowing with a touch of pink. Zhi Fei gently closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth that no one could refuse. Fatigue and worry were driven out, replaced by a wave of Laziness, the indolence of not wanting to think about anything.

When the waste was washed, the emperor also finished his business in the next room.Let the shadow guards take down the folded documents, pour a few cups of warm wine alone, and let the wine slowly flow into the throat. The wine brewed by ordinary shops is not as fragrant as the imperial meal, but it has a special taste.

His throat felt like it was being burned by a small fire. It was faintly hot, but it felt distinct. The burning was just right, which made him feel itchy. He looked at the wall between himself and Zhifei with complicated eyes, and finally sighed softly. sighed.

Picking up a book with a simple binding, I can't read anything at all, but I still flip through the pages.

It was not until the next room could no longer hear any movement that Yin Wuyao moved his eyes away from the boring pages of the book, but stared blankly at the wall as if he lost his target.

There was a voice that kept saying it, and I couldn't hear what it was saying, but it just kept circling in my mind, that feeling of constantly, constantly wanting to say it.

The candles in the room are flickering, the windows of the room are open, and the cool wind is pouring into the room. The colder you feel, the more violent the wind is, and the more sober your mind becomes, and finally the bottom of my heart keeps yelling Yes, that disturbing voice also became clear.

He could even hear the creaking of his joints as he clasped his hands.

If not, he didn't know if he would have a chance to say it again.

Zhi Fei is not asleep.

When I returned to the inn, I had already fallen asleep, and I didn’t feel tired after taking a bath. The night was so quiet and empty that even though I didn’t toss and turn, my eyes closed naturally, my mind was still clear.

He could feel that the man was carefully touching him, and the arm full of infinite strength was firmly wrapped around his waist. He didn't fumble too much, but just put it there, and the warm temperature of the palm was transferred from the material to the skin, which was better than that. Zhifei's body temperature is a little higher, and he doesn't like being touched by others, but he feels comfortable instinctively, as if his body is already used to this kind of touch.

Although he was a little flustered, Zhi Fei still controlled his breathing and heartbeat. Fortunately, his back was facing the man, so he couldn't see his contradictory expression in the dark night.

The man opened his mouth hastily, there was a slight exhalation sound in the air, and then he said in a very thin and low voice, with a tenderness rarely seen in Zhifei, "...I like you."

If it weren't for the usual deep and charming voice, Zhi Po would probably think it was someone else, with such soft and fragile words, like a child who is eager to confess his love for the first time, anxious and uneasy.

He had never heard the other party call himself "I" or even say "I like you".

The man didn't speak what he would say, and showed a nervousness that didn't seem like he would.

It was only then that Zhi Fei realized the meaning of the words belatedly, his heart suddenly tightened, as if all the strength in his body was about to be taken away by these words, as if something that could not be recalled was pulled, and he opened it suddenly Eye.

But he didn't dare to look back, he didn't dare to look at Yin Wuyao's expression, he didn't dare to face the sudden things that he didn't have time to think clearly.

His mind went blank, and the hand on Zhifei's waist seemed very heavy, making his bones ache from the pressure.

"Xiaoqi, you haven't slept, right? A scholarly family." Yin Wuyao was a little anxious and joyful, but also seemed a little at a loss, his arms subconsciously closed, and Zhifei could feel the strength of that hand, I could feel that two scorching gazes were about to penetrate my body and look directly into his heart.

"...Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, Zhen..." The words that had been suppressed for a long time were finally vomited out, and the mood that had been suppressed so hard was also relieved. When explaining Nao's words, he saw Zhi Fei's stiff body turn around.

People with strong martial arts often have good night vision. Yin Wuyao saw that Zhifei's eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and the fiery heat in his heart was suddenly quenched by half. When he looked again, Zhifei had already sat up expressionlessly. , frowning and looking at him.

Zhi Fei can hide his emotions very well, but his disordered breathing cannot deceive others.

His heart was as chaotic as his own.

Thinking about it, Yin Wuyao couldn't help but get closer to Zhifei, out of instinct, he hoped that he would listen to his own words, "I am true, my treatment of you is not between father and son..."

When he wanted to continue to say something, Zhi Fei's slightly cold and questioning eyes were enough to stop the emperor from continuing.

"But..." After Zhi Fei confirmed that the person in front of him was Yin Wuyao, he looked at him with a very confused expression, "My father is not like that..."

Just now I wanted to ask the emperor why he would say such a thing, the word "father-son incest" is still not recognized by the society even after thousands of years, but after thinking about it, he remembered the night of the emperor's birthday banquet, when the prince was in the palace. A beautiful and charming scene in the dormitory.That's right, the man in front of him is unusual, and even he finds it unbelievable, but in his view, it can be taken for granted.

Sincerely disgusted.

I can't tell what kind of feeling it is. If someone says "I like you" to you, although you don't necessarily like this person in your heart, at least you won't have strong resistance.

For some reason, Zhi Fei could feel that every cell in his body was trembling, and every breath was extremely difficult.

Although Yin Wuyao was hot-headed, he didn't really lose his rationality. Seeing Zhifei's whole body on guard, his eyes were full of disgust. He felt that the boiling blood that was rushing in his body had been frozen. The rest is the embarrassment of not knowing how to face it.

He took a step forward tentatively, and Zhi Hua took a step back wrapped in the quilt accordingly.

He wanted to go a little further, but he heard Zhi Fei say to him in an unquestionable tone, "I don't like you."

With a little stubbornness, a little fear, a little panic, but extremely firm.

The emperor couldn't help smiling wryly, and finally he didn't go any further, but sat on the edge of the bed with his back to Zhi Po, that back view was very lonely.

Zhi Fei fell into the panic of breaking the established cognition, and didn't notice that Yin Wuyao at this time still had determination in his back.

The two sides sat for a long time with each other's thoughts, the emperor suddenly smiled in a low voice, "Scared you..." Then he sighed, "Although I am serious, I never thought of forcing you. Xiaoqi, If... Forget it, this matter will end here, you are still my prince, and I am still your father."

The tone is mostly helpless, and there is also a sadness that Zhi Fei doesn't understand.

Then, Zhi Fei saw Yin Wuyao lying roguely on the half of the bed outside, although he couldn't see his expression clearly, his eyes were bright and seemed to be smiling, "These days, I am used to Xiaoqi being around Sleeping, being away from Xiao Qi, I'm a little uncomfortable... For the last time, Xiao Qi should treat it as when he was still in Guang Ya Palace."

When recuperating in Guangya Palace, Zhifei also slept on the same bed with the emperor. Although the emperor slept on a big bed, sometimes when he woke up, he found himself very close to the emperor. When he opened his eyes, he was magnified and handsome. The face seemed to feel the sight of Zhi Fei, and the emperor opened his eyes afterward, his pupils were slightly pale, but they looked good because they didn't have the majesty and unpredictability of the court.

Zhi Fei finally let out a sigh of relief, no longer trembling, and lay down slowly, there was a not-so-wide gap between Yin Wuyao and Yin Wuyao, knowing that it was Xiao Qi subconsciously staying away from him, Yin Wuyao was still a little Lost, apart from being lost, he also felt a little regretful.

It's fine if you don't say it, if you don't poke it, you can hold the boy in your arms forever and smell the faint fragrance of his body.

That's not Yin Wuyao who will think carefully about everything and take the most effective means, that's just a man who just understands the desire in his heart and is hesitant to give it a try.

An ordinary man who has never experienced a hearty relationship.

He remembered the first time he entered a woman's body for the continuation of the throne, with a casual and perfunctory attitude, inevitably youthful and frivolous, he even sneered in his heart when he saw the worshiping eyes of the woman under him.

He has also tried the taste of a man. There are still many nobles in the Zhou Kingdom who are masculine. There are as many young men with delicate and bright eyes. He has never paid special attention to any of them, but they are all tools to vent their desires.

He even molested his son when he was bored in every possible way. Anyway, Zhou Kingdom at that time had already prospered under his iron-fisted rule, and his achievements were unmatched by any emperor.

His righteousness has now added heavy stones to his inner anxiety, and even when facing Zhibao's clear and deep eyes, he will feel that indelible sin.

He smiled sadly, what's the use of looking back at this now?

With a long sigh, Yin Wuyao got up without thinking too much, and went down to the ground without any nostalgia.

"...Where are you going?" There seemed to be such a voice in the silence. It was a little crisp, but it belonged to a boy.

Yin Wuyao didn't look back, he didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get out after turning around, he wasn't afraid of love, he wasn't afraid that he would do something beyond reason, but pure, he didn't want to let himself Regret the decision I made again.

The sound of shaking the hem of his robe, followed by another silence, just when Yin Wuyao stepped out of the threshold with one foot, Zhi Fei said to his back, "What do you mean by 'last time' just now? After tonight, where are you going? To deal with the Mu family, right? Danhe didn’t actually leave, he’s waiting for you over there, right?”

Yin Wuyao twitched the corner of his mouth, "Xiao Qi, you asked so many questions, which one should I answer first..."

"That's right. I'm going back to the northwest. It's safer to keep you in Xindu. If necessary, it's not difficult to reveal your identity as the prince to Prince Xin's Mansion, and it's not difficult to get the protection of Prince Xin's Mansion." The emperor paused, his fingers unstoppable. The ground trembled slightly, "As for Mu Danhe, he does have an appointment with me, but he doesn't want to deal with the Mu family together, but wants to kill me."

As if thinking of something, Yin Wuyao's mouth curled up in a confident arc, "The only person in the world who gave me a letter of war, at best, is courageous, at worst, he is seeking his own death."

Zhi Fei's eyes widened in surprise, he couldn't understand why Dan He would do such a thing, no matter how reckless Dan He was, he would definitely not do such a desperate thing.Moreover, Dan He once told Zhi Fei to be careful of the emperor, and as an elder and friend made Zhi Fei obedient, he also kept an eye out. Dan He also admitted that he had no chance of winning against Yin Wuyao.Such a person, no matter how impulsive they are, would never fight against the emperor...

"Why..." With that unbelievable tone and the panic in his eyes, Yin Wuyao could feel Zhifei's helplessness without turning around.

Yin Wuyao smiled self-deprecatingly, "When staying in other inns, I entered late at night like tonight more than once, and left before dawn. Mu Danhe naturally knows what I think about Xiao Qi..."

Mu Danhe would know that it had something to do with Yin Wuyao's not intentionally hiding his whereabouts. He knew that as Zhibao's uncle, he felt more or less similar to him towards the young man. Scolding Mu Danhe, he also knew how important the words of "defeat" were to Mu Danhe's perennial torment.Yin Wuyao is the kind of person who can't tolerate other people's coveting no matter whether he has his prey or not.

Although for this domineering emperor, waste is not the prey.

Going on, I'm afraid it will make Zhifei feel more disgusted with him, and will use such despicable means to declare ownership, Yin Wuyao really feels that he is a little confused.

It was no longer the wise and powerful Yin Wuyao who controlled the overall situation.

"Why..." It was still a hasty sentence, Zhi Fei wanted to ask a lot of why, the first thing he wanted to ask was not the killing between the red crane and the emperor, indeed, that was what he wanted to ask urgently One of the questions he asked, but what he couldn't say was blocked in his throat by the emperor's timely words. Seeing the determined back, he suddenly couldn't ask.

He wanted to ask, why did he stay in Xindu and take the risk alone?

After the confession that made him panic, the silence gave him some time to straighten out his thoughts.

Such an urgent confession, earnestly looking forward to it, as if if I miss this opportunity, I will never be able to say it again, maybe I don’t have the courage to say it, maybe I don’t have the opportunity to say it.

Yin Wuyao has always been so confident, he will never be the former kind of person.

However, he could only watch Yin Wuyao disappear from sight, and suddenly felt that he was no longer qualified to ask him.

The whole night, Zhi Fei did not fall asleep, wrapped in a quilt and stared blankly at the ceiling, chickens and birds were singing, and there were gradually more and more sounds on the street, but it was not the peddler who filled his ears The cries of selling, but the phrase "I like you" that is so faint that it is almost inaudible.

Sincere, involuntary, and after a long struggle, that sentence, Zhi Fei at the time did not understand the meaning it represented, how heavy it was for an emperor like Yin Wuyao.

He spent the whole night recalling every word Yin Wuyao had said, and actually felt a slight pain in his heart.

In all fairness, Zhi Fei doesn't like Yin Wuyao, he has a natural admiration and admiration for the emperor, more for the strong, and has never had any love for him.

Like Nineteen, knowing that he will be hated by the other party, he still has to plan for the best for the other party. It doesn't matter if he hides alone and licks the wound, as long as he can look at that person more, he will be satisfied.

Just like Zhuang Xian's unrequited and almost crazy devotion to Zhou Yu in the past, it is precisely because of love that there is such an obsession that ordinary people find incredible or even unreasonable.

It is undeniable that there is some regret and regret.

Being in love with someone does not mean you have to fall in love with the other person, but the person who is confessed and then rejects the confessor will always feel a little owed.

I feel bad.

Especially after knowing that Yin Wuyao had done so much for him and paid so much, he felt very uncomfortable.

Even knowing that the emperor's methods can be called despicable.

But the heart seemed to have been opened a big hole, seeing that the wound was bleeding, but didn't know how to make it up.

Even the unclear bronze mirror showed two big dark circles under the eyes. Zhi Fei smiled helplessly. When he moved the corners of his mouth, he felt that his lips were a little dry and cracked. It’s almost winter, and the skin’s sense of touch to the wind has also become weaker. Get sensitive.

He didn't dare to go to Yin Wuyao's guest room, so he didn't know that the emperor had left Xindu overnight after leaving Zhifei's room.