The prince in the cold palace

When Mu Ao entered the room, he saw Zhi Fei burying his head in the quilt and crying silently. His trembling shoulders seemed to bear the weight that shouldn't be at this age. He wanted to go over to comfort him, but found that he couldn't take a step closer.

Mu Ao is a proud man.

He was born in a noble family, and his father was the former Minister of the Ministry of Industry. He was implicated in a complicated corruption case involving the six ministries, his whole family was copied, his father was exiled, and his mother was sold to the Goulan Courtyard. How long to die.The two older brothers in the family were also sent to serve as soldiers in the barracks, the lowest rank of infantry soldiers, and he seemed to be doing well, so he was sent to the palace. No one knew what kind of life he lived every day.

Get up to practice martial arts at the fourth watch, only have two meals a day, and keep being squeezed out by the people around you when you are free. There are so many people who are training together, and the prince is just a few, and if you are lucky, you can get The princes are favored to be hired as bodyguards, and those who are unlucky just wait until they are 11 years old before they will cleanse themselves and become servants, that is, eunuchs.

Mu Ao will be 11 years old after this winter.

Last year, he was spotted by the second prince Zhiqin as the second prince's guard, but he was sent back within a few days. The enchanting second prince didn't treat him as a guard at all, and teased him softly everywhere, using The sharp words satirized him and played with him like a pet. In the end, Mu Ao scolded the second prince severely and was thrown back by His Majesty's shadow guard.

"Keep him alive, look at his face," the second prince held Qin Zhu's round lips and let him die, "If no one wants him after the age of 11, let him come to my palace." Waiting in the house, as a servant, huh..."

It was the first time that he hated his appearance so much, his delicate and handsome face was only as pale as death.

Then when he was alive, it was almost as if he was dead. He put himself into excessive training every day. He didn't know why, probably because he didn't want to follow the second prince's wish.

Until that person took him away and gave him his name.

Turning his thoughts, Mu Ao walked to Zhifei's bed, and hugged the crying child into his arms. Seeing that Zhifei was just stunned, he didn't reject him. For some reason, he felt a little happy in his heart, so he hugged him like this. Looking at the child, sat for a long time.

Mu Ao also thought that if Zhi Fei asked about the process of being abandoned at the beginning, he would tell him everything, if he was curious about it.

The crying little face finally lifted up, Zhi Fei looked at Mu Ao with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."

Mu Ao nodded, he always cherishes ink like gold, and he doesn't know how to comfort others, so he doesn't say much, just looks at the other party.

Holding waste powder pink and tender little fists clenched and then loosened, "I won't cry like this again in the future."

"Your Highness, are you sad?" Mu Ao asked cautiously.

"...Well." It's a matter of the previous life, and it has been brooding on it all the time. To paraphrase the words of the master "a man has the world in his heart", Zhi Fei only felt that he was still not strong enough. He cried so hard that he leaned on Mu Ao again. On the body, thinking about how I will become stronger in the future, thinking about whether Mu Ao’s heart knot has been resolved, thinking about checking the endorsement when I return to the Imperial College tomorrow, thinking about Wen Han not coming back, and the mother concubine and Lufang still Worried about his own body... The darkness pressed down heavily like a heavy stone, and Zhi Fei closed his eyes in a daze.

After a while, Mu Ao lightly turned Zhibao's small body to make sure that he was fast asleep, and then put him on the bed with confidence, and reached out to take the quilt to cover Zhibao, but the tentacles were a piece of Feeling wet and sticky, recalling the scene I saw when I entered the room, my heart felt as if it was being tightened by something. Mu Ao changed the quilt, and took his own quilt to cover Zhifei again. Carefully pressed the corners of the quilt for Zhifei, and when his fingers inadvertently slid over Zhifei's white and tender neck, he could still feel the warm breath unique to children.

The Chiju Palace is a large garden, and there are many small courtyards in the garden, each of which has no name. When the women in the cold palace address each other, they only say "Mufei's yard" and "XX Concubine's yard". There is a small backyard for growing vegetables in the abandoned courtyard. The little eunuchs in the mother concubine's palace brought some melon and vegetable seeds and a very old hen from the imperial dining room. The hen came from She was still dying, but after Lufang took good care of her, she was able to lay eggs again, and imitated a rooster to crow a few times in the morning to tell the time, which is really fresh.

The mother and concubine said that everything is spiritual.

In the courtyard of Concubine Mu and Zhifei, in addition to the small backyard, there are three rooms and a small hall. Concubine Mu usually does her embroidery work in the hall, and the family also eats there.A study room, Zhi Fei moved out of Concubine Mu's room after going to school, and went to live in the study. Lu Fang shared a room with Concubine Mu, and the original Lu Fang's room was cleaned up for Wen Han and Mu Ao, where the fire and cooking were all done. In the empty front yard, several people worked together to build a small shed and surrounded a stove with soil.

When Zhi Fei woke up again, Wen Han had already returned.

Wen Han stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, his pale lips were pursed into a straight line, his face was also pale, and his thin body seemed to fall down if he touched it. Concubine Mu and Lu Fang tried to persuade him for a long time, but he did not speak. There was no way to call Zhifei.

When Zhi Fei heard this, he immediately got out of bed and ran to the living room before he could put on his shoes. He saw that Han Han was covered in dirt and his shoulders were still shaking, as if he was trying to hide something. When he saw Zhi Fei, a gleam flashed in his eyes, Immediately, his eyes drooped again, seeing Zhifei's bare white jade feet, he couldn't help frowning.

Zhifei walked over gasping for breath, walking more and more urgently, before Wen Han had time to back off, Zhibao threw himself on him, both of them could barely stand, Wen Han subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch Zhifei , they managed to stabilize the little master, and the two sat on the ground with their centers of gravity facing backwards. When Wen Han was checking where Zhi Fei was injured, Zhi Fei grabbed his hands and spread them out.

A pair of hands that were originally good were now covered with red marks, some were scabbed, some were still dripping with blood, and the two eyebrows of Zhifei were tangled together, Wen Han immediately pulled his hands back, But who would have thought that with such great strength at such a young age, he would not be able to break free for a while, those black and bright eyes were fixed on the welts on Wen Han's hand, and he grabbed Wen Han's hand and unconsciously Added some strength.

"Your Highness... Your Highness, I'm fine..." Wen Han endured the pain, but still managed to burst out laughing.

Moisture filled the big peach blossom eyes, and Zhifei thought with some distress that he was only a seven-year-old child, but he was able to get rid of such a cruel hand. It was the first time he saw the people around him get hurt, and Zhifei was very angry. He himself hadn't been so angry when he was injured or sick. Then he was blindfolded by anger, and his chest heaved violently. Came to Jinchuang Medicine, and carefully applied the medicine to Wen Han. His good hands might not be able to hold a pen for three days.

Zhi Fei pursed his lips and watched Mu Concubine apply the medicine to Wen Han without saying a word. Mu Ao went to the room to get the shoes for Zhi Fei to put on. In one breath, the fear of being obsessed with obsession was finally let go.

After the medicine was ready, Concubine Mu didn't forget to help Wen Han blow it, so that the medicine could fully penetrate.After finishing all this work, Concubine Mu looked at the sun, and it was almost noon, so she called Lufang to cook. Lufang was curious about Wen Han's return from injury, but she had a task to do, so she had to look at it like turning her head three times a step at a time. Of the three children in the hall, Concubine Mu nodded with a smile on Lvfang's nose, "How old are they?"

Lufang stuck out her tongue, "Isn't your empress also curious?"

Concubine Mu followed Lufang's line of sight and smiled gratifiedly, "Anyway, I'll tell you later, don't be in a hurry." Then she lifted her skirt and went to the backyard to pick melons and fruits.

Wen Han stood up, lowered his head respectfully, and said nothing.

Zhifei's rare anger not only didn't disappear, but intensified instead, he waited for Wen Han to speak, but the other party was like a piece of wood, buried everything in his heart, stalemate for a long time, there was really no way, Zhifei could only ask him, "What happened to your hand?"

Wen Han lowered his eyes, avoiding Zhi Fei's gaze.

Mu Ao stood aside with his usual expression, and it was hard to see what he was thinking.

"It was the master who beat you, right?" The clear and crisp child's voice revealed a bit of hoarseness from illness and forbearance of anger, and he stared at the pair of clenched fists with burning eyes, the palms were full of scars Yes, he shouldn't have clenched his fist so hard at all. It was such a grievance that a somewhat dull child stubbornly endured it.

Sure enough, when Zhi Fei said "Master", Wen Han's eyes faltered for a moment, although it was short, Zhi Fei could see clearly.

"Why?" Zhi Fei stared at Wen Han's face, Wen Han was visibly shaken, hesitation flashed in his eyes, his mouth opened and closed, and he wanted to say it, but he stubbornly swallowed the words that came to his lips, and swallowed them. Zhifei's good patience was worn out, "If you don't tell me, I will go to my master and ask him to tell me."

"No!" Wen Han raised his head abruptly, sighed at Shang Zhifei's firm obsidian eyes, rubbed his own eyes with the back of his hand, revealing a pair of red rabbit eyes, and said, "Mr. Go, ask for leave for His Royal Highness... The master said that today he will check the endorsement, since, since His Highness Seven is not here, he will accompany him to read..."

Wen Han broke down in sobs after speaking, "His Royal Highness! Your Highness...Wen Han can't recite it and lose His Highness's face...You punish the little one! You are so kind to the little one, the little one But... the little one doesn't have any face to stay by your side anymore..." Wen Han kowtowed on the ground a few more times as he said, not daring to look at Zhifei's face at all.

After Wen Han's intermittent self-examination-like narration, Zhi Fei finally knew the whole story.

It was nothing more than the master deliberately making things difficult for the obstinate companion, and when he saw that he couldn't recite it, he punished him severely, slapped Wen Han's palm dozens of times with the pointer, and then sent Wen Han back to urge His Royal Highness to study hard So, naturally, Wen Han's beating won the hearts of many people, and those princes who looked down on the stubborn prince and their companions all had the misfortune to gloat and add insult to injury.

Zhi Fei is very angry. He is angry that there is such a eccentric wife. Wen Han is not the only one who can’t recite the book. Wen Han spends the whole night taking care of himself so he doesn’t have time to read. , is an elder, and Wen Han is the companion of an unfavored prince in the cold palace, who will give him a good face, how can he raise his head in front of those people?

But what makes Zhi Fei even more angry is that this kid Wen Han has everything on his body, and he doesn't plan to say anything unless he is forced to ask him. He has done nothing wrong, why should he be so forbearing?

So Zhifei didn't help Wenhan up immediately, he looked at the floor coldly, clenched his small fists tightly.

"Your Highness..." Mu Ao on the side reminded Zhi Fei that if he didn't stop Wen Han, this stubborn boy would knock himself out.

Only then did Zhi Fei squat down, put his hands on Wen Han's shoulders, and pushed him down forcefully. Wen Han was caught off guard and fell on his back, with surprised and puzzled eyes, "You asked me to punish, but I haven't even done it yet." Well, you are punishing yourself, do you still take me seriously?!"

Zhi Fei's roar made Wen Han and Mu Ao stunned at the same time. Their little master has always been gentle, quiet and indifferent, and he has never seen His Highness so angry.

Wen Han moved his lips, the tears on his face were criss-crossed, and he was crying. Zhi Po pushed him again, because he had never been violent to others, and he didn't know how to beat others. In a hurry, he could only push him away. Shouting, "Cry again, I really don't want you anymore..." As he spoke, Zhi Fei became emotional, and his voice became more crying.

Wen Han stopped crying immediately after hearing this, although he begged to drive him away, in fact he was unwilling to leave him in his heart, the little master is so good, he spent more time in Chiju Palace these two days than at home If he wanted to be happy, how could he be willing to see the little master cry.

Seeing that Wenhan stopped crying, Zhifei nodded in satisfaction, and wiped the tears on Wenhan's face with his sleeve, "Don't cry, you're not wrong, I won't let my master beat you again."

Rolling his eyes, Zhi Fei raised his face again and pretended to be angry, "I said that there is no distinction between master and servant, but you forgot in a blink of an eye. I am very angry. You should reflect on it." After speaking, he turned and went back to the study.

Mu Ao curled up his mouth and squatted down next to Wen Han, "If you want to protect him well, you have to make yourself stronger, so strong that you won't worry him. You really should reflect on yourself."