The prince in the cold palace

It was still early, Zhi Fei went downstairs to have breakfast, and when he was about to go out for a walk, he met a somewhat familiar face.

Looking back at the young man who passed by him, Zhi Fei heard Xiao Er's powerful greeting, "Oh, Mr. Zhao, please..."

Zhao Muxiao's complexion is better than yesterday's, but now he is alone, compared to yesterday, he still broke up with his companions.Zhi Fei hesitated for a moment, but went up to greet Zhao Muxiao politely, and sat across from Zhao Muxiao.

The two exchanged a few words and watched each other calmly.Before Zhi Fei lived in this inn, he took the Yi Rong Pill that Yin Wuyao gave him. This medicine does not change a person's appearance, but makes the person's complexion slightly darker and yellower, and the skin is also dry Some, but just like this, it is very different from the original Zhifei.

The current Zhifei looks like a weak scholar, his complexion is not very good, and he seems to have no energy, Zhao Muxiao only regards it as a down-and-out scholar, and doesn't pay attention to it, but when he hears Zhibao's request, he can't help but stare blankly. Big eyes.

"Can I borrow Xiaosheng to watch the prince's reply?"

I have to say that although the person looks ordinary, his eyes are very bright, like a bottomless pool, clear and beautiful.

Zhao Muxiao sneered, "Will the prince's reply be something that ordinary scholars like you can see?"

Zhi Fei said innocently, "But Xiaosheng did hear what Young Master showed here yesterday..."

There seemed to be some people around who looked towards them. Zhao Muxiao thought of those companions who deliberately made him unable to get off the stage, and then looked at the anticipation and curiosity shown by the young man in front of him. Finally, with a sullen face, he handed the paper that he carried with him to Zhi Po .

Spread out the crumpled rice paper, the plain white paper makes the cinnabar on the ink-colored elegant font very obvious. Bright, dazzling red.

Zhao Muxiao bit his lower lip tightly, staring at the stubborn face, those clear eyes were showing a study gaze, looking at the thin piece of paper, but there was no disdain and disdain on his face that he was used to. ridicule.

The content of the poems is nothing more than depicting landscapes and pastoral fields, expressing emotions through scenery, expressing ambitions indifferently, and they are all the same.I have to say that Zhao Muxiao still has a bit of real talent. Even people like Zhifei who have read countless magnificent poems think it is good. This poem also doesn't have so many literati's sour taste, and it doesn't seem to be moaning without illness.

The hot porridge on the table had gradually cooled, but Zhao Muxiao still didn't move a mouthful. It was obviously a simple poem, and it was obviously a simple ink blot, but someone had read it seriously for so long, and a strange feeling filled his heart. a feeling of.

After studying for a long time before and after Zhifei, I still haven't been able to understand what the cinnabar means. Judging from Zhao Muxiao's reaction, this bit of pen and ink is indeed the reply letter of King Xin. The inadvertently dripping water drops are different, as if I was planning to write something but finally stopped.

So originally, what did King Xin want to return to him?

Zhi Fei sighed, folded the paper and handed it back to Zhao Muxiao, and smiled slightly, "This is indeed King Xin's letter, but unfortunately, even Xiaosheng can't understand it."

That smile blended into the background of people coming and going in the inn in the morning, and it was often the easiest to be ignored by people, but Zhao Muxiao remembered this scene, and looked at him with a little feeling, "Of course it's true..."

Zhi Fei nodded in approval, then got up to say goodbye.

At noon, under the city tower, there was indeed a carriage waiting by the side of the road. The captain of the guard personally introduced Zhi Po to a handsome man, with a flattering smile all over his face, "Butler Xu...Look, you have uncovered it." This kid is the one who announced..."

Someone pushed Zhibao violently from behind, before he had time to see who was behind him, he took a staggering step forward, Zhibao felt his feet were pinned by two sharp and cold gazes, unable to turn around , unable to look back, can only look up along those two lines of sight.

Most adult men in this era have the habit of growing beards, and sometimes they compare each other who has the longer and more beautiful beards. Yin Wuyao doesn't grow a beard. The reason is unknown. He looks younger than his actual age, and he is still like a weak crown in his first year. Youth, Zhifei is still growing, hair is still very sparse, and he doesn't like beards either.And the man in front of him looked older than Yin Wuyao, but he didn't have a beard, his ruddy lips were thick, his smooth eyes had faint wrinkles, and his slender eyes with single eyelids were like two knives, which were too sharp. , makes people shudder.

The man looked Zhi Po up and down, then slowly softened his eyes, turned around and said to the captain of the guard, "Leave it to me."

The captain of the guard hurriedly nodded and bowed, watching Zhi Fei follow the man into the carriage.

As soon as Zhibai sat firmly in the car, the man who got into the car first grabbed Zhibao's throat with one hand, "cough...uh..."

If the man didn't let go of his hand in time, Zhi Hua suspected that he would suffocate to death.

The man withdrew his suspicious gaze, and said to Zhi Fei expressionlessly, "I believe in Xu Yan, the steward of the royal family. The safety of the prince is more important than anyone else, so I was rude just now. It seems that the young master does not know martial arts."

After thinking for a while, the man added: "If you have any plans for the prince, Xu Yan dare not guarantee whether the prince can come out of the palace safely."

Zhi Fei gasped for breath, and looked at Xu Yan with a little panic. He instinctively disliked this man, he was too dark, and it made people feel cold and terrifying.

The silence in the carriage reveals an inexplicable uneasiness. Zhi Fei listened to the various voices from the bustling street outside, as if those voices could soothe the confusion in his brain and the residual trembling in his body. He could feel it, even if his eyes didn’t Looking at the man named Xu Yan, the man's indistinct eyesight is already sharp enough.

I don't know how long it took, and finally came to the palace.

The palace is indeed in line with the nobility of the royal relatives. It is not only large, but also the courtyard is meticulously and exquisitely arranged. Even a rockery and a crabapple are in a very beautiful state. The pavilions are well arranged and complement each other.If you leave a stranger alone, you will definitely get lost. At the end of several winding corridors is a three-storied pagoda with vermilion lacquer railings. knife.

Xu Yan only glanced at Zhi Po, then said to himself, "This is the prince's residence, he hasn't come out of it for seven years."

The plaque on the three-storied pagoda has been washed by the wind and rain so that the words on it can't be seen clearly. With the financial power of the palace, it is definitely not a problem to rebuild it. It should be the order of King Xin to keep such a plaque.

On the ancient pagoda, lived the prince who had a relationship with Zhi Fei.

Xu Yan asked the maid to take Zhifei to the side room, and knocked on the door of the three-storied pagoda. Knowing that the people inside would not give him any response, he waited patiently for a while, with a softness in his eyes that he had never shown to others. Knocked three times again, "My lord, the little one has come in."

Pushing open the door, there is a dark and dusty room inside, the sunlight is blocked out, and the figure of the person inside is blocked by heavy curtains, but it can be vaguely seen that the person is getting thinner day by day. Books were all lined up, and the smell of ancient sandalwood mixed with dusty depression made people feel sore. Xu Yan walked softly to the curtain, put down the plate in his hand, and looked at the people inside through the curtain. , sighed silently, then quietly exited the door again.

In the past ten years, Xu Yan had very few conversations with Xin Wang, and most of them were unilaterally said by the housekeeper of the palace.

Although Xu Yan took care of the palace in an orderly manner, seeing the real owner of the palace getting haggard, he closed the door softly, and Xu Yan clenched his hands into fists.

The coldness and sternness returned to his eyes, and the slightly frowned eyebrows showed a faint murderous look.

Zhi Fei followed the maid to the side room and lived in a simple but elegant room. Not long after he sat down, a maid came in and told him the rules of the palace. Her eyes were not friendly, and she seemed to be one level higher than the maid who led the way. , so it is inevitable to be a little arrogant when speaking. In the eyes of the budget-minded maid, Zhi Fei is just a poor scholar who is just a bounty.

Perhaps he was used to the attitude of the women in the palace, so Zhi Fei only listened to her words silently and smiled faintly.

When I first heard the taunting words of the palace people, Zhi Fei felt very uncomfortable. No matter whether the women scolded people logically or not, as long as the voice is loud enough, the momentum is strong enough, and there are many people standing around, they will show complacency. Expression, you say one sentence, she can reply you ten sentences.

Later, it was useless to argue, the established concept will not make people change their mind no matter what they say, it is better to just let it go, because they are not the same kind of people, and forcing the other party or forcing yourself is not good for anyone.

Gradually, no matter what others say, Zhi Fei can keep a calm expression and listen to the other party's words without interrupting.

Wen Han said that this is self-cultivation, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, "Anyway, the little ones don't have the concentration of His Highness, so they can't do this..." Sighing, Wen Han would always show a helpless smile.

Zhi Fei felt that it wasn't Wen Han's lack of determination, but that he was facing his own affairs, and people tend to care more about friends' friendship than their own. What Wen Han said to Wen Han, Wen Han might even hand him a glass of water when the other party catches his breath.

Thinking more about others and less about yourself, this is the attitude towards those who are important to you.

Yin Wuyao kept him in Xindu precisely because he cared about the failure.

Although the emperor's mind is unpredictable, the emperor is human after all.

It is impossible for a human being to be without emotions and desires; it is impossible for a human being to be without defects.

Perhaps Yin Wuyao's methods against Danhe were more despicable and vicious than what Zhifei had guessed, but this was just an act of protecting himself by following his heart.This man is still very immature in the face of feelings, he can only use means to soothe his inner anxiety, protect the heart that is throbbing with emotion, and at the same time unstoppably want to get the person in front of him.

Want to get it, but let him go free.

Zhi Fei looked at the sky outside the window in a daze, and remembered the scene when he was alone with Yin Wuyao in the cottage.

Ever since Yin Wuyao left, Zhi Fei always focused his thoughts on the matter of Prince Xin, whether it was talking with Zhao Muxiao, observing Prince Xin's mansion, observing Xu Yan, keeping his mind busy, he would have no time Thinking of Yin Wuyao.

He couldn't think, and didn't dare to think.

If he was an unscrupulous emperor who wanted to get what he liked no matter whether he wanted it or not, then Zhifei would still hate him and have reason to stay away from him.

But Yin Wuyao didn't do that, even though he expressed his wishes to Zhifei, he didn't force Zhifei.

This emotion can be called tenderness.