The prince in the cold palace

I've been dreaming about that man for a few days.

Standing in front of the pavilion in the imperial garden, wearing a gorgeous brocade, sometimes you can see his soft face from the side, what is holding in his hand, you can't see clearly, even the appearance of that person is not clear , I only know that he should be a handsome person.

Then, the wind blew up, and the wind and sand rolled up, blowing away the picture in front of me, leaving a void of black, devouring everything.

"Ah!" Zhi Fei sat up in shock, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his lips were pale, his pupils slowly focused, and the quilt that was covering him slipped down to his waist.

It was still a room in the side courtyard of Prince Xin's Mansion, surrounded by faint candlelight, and the slightly flickering candlelight shone on the wall like a moving doll, waving its arms indiscriminately as if struggling.

Yingwei Eleven stood in front of Zhifei's bed, and had been looking after Zhifei with bated breath since just now. The shadow guard who took off his mask looked ordinary but very young. He was about the same age as Mu Ao, and he always looked meticulous. His face was straight, his hands were naturally hanging on his sides, but there were countless hidden weapons hidden in his sleeves.

Zhi Fei buried his head between his knees, and sighed softly, "I... am I dreaming again?"

The shadow guard hummed almost inaudibly.

Although it is not a terrible dream, but I always repeat this dream with no beginning and no end. I feel very depressed all the time. I don’t know if it is infected by the emotions held by the characters in the dream, or it is the irritability that has been repeated all the time. Every time I wake up, I feel like my heart has been hollowed out, my blood is coagulated, I break out in a cold sweat, and then my whole body feels cold, like I have a fever.

In fact, this is a bit like the "ghost press" that people used to say.

It feels a little different again.

I always feel that that person seems familiar, and Zhi Fei is not sure if he has seen the person in the dream, but it feels very familiar, just like seeing a relative.

A wave of waves has risen again.

Only then did Yin Wuyao find out the shadow guard who had arranged Yin Wuyao in the dark, and encountered such a weird and thoughtless dream again.

I don't know who spread the news. Zhi Fei had a fever because he fell from a tree. Everyone in the palace knew about it. That day the little maid also came to see him tremblingly. Unspeakable.

Not long after, Xu Yan, the housekeeper of the palace, came to the door.

Ever since Zhifei was arranged in the side courtyard, Xu Yan seemed to have forgotten the existence of Zhifei. He neither ordered Zhifei to do anything, nor arranged for Zhifei to meet King Xin.

Perhaps Xu Yan never trusted himself as an outsider from the beginning.

From a certain point of view, Xu Yan is also a loyal protector of the lord. Even if the prince is self-enclosed, Xu Yan can still manage the palace in an orderly manner. From this point, we can see how much thought he has spent here. .

Xu Yan still had such a gloomy look, his eyes were always pierced, which made people feel hairy from the heart, like a light on his back.

He glanced at Zhi Fei lying on the bed, snorted coldly, and didn't go into the room, but stood at the door and watched condescendingly, "I said, don't try to play tricks with me."

The air suddenly became anxious, Zhi Fei looked at the other party blankly, the sunlight coming in from the door seemed to add a shadow to Xu Yan, and the man with the light behind his back was very intimidating.

The eagle's sharp eyes made it impossible for those with a guilty conscience to look at him.

However, Zhi Fei kept looking at Xu Yan in puzzlement. Perhaps there was still a trace of grievance and dissatisfaction in this puzzle. Zhi Fei's pale face was flushed unnaturally, his mouth was slightly open, and his chapped lips moved. moved, but said nothing.

Xu Yan stared at Zhibao for a while, then smiled, raised his legs and walked into the room, and sat by Zhibao's bed.

"Give me your hand." A mechanical voice sounded like an order.

"Ah?" Zhi Fei was stunned for a moment, only to realize what the other party was referring to, and quickly stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and pulled open the sleeve, revealing a section of fair arm.

Xu Yan took Zhifei's hand, pressed three fingers on Zhifei's pulse gate, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"A little injury, plus a little fright, it's nothing serious." Xu Yan let go of his disabled hand and looked at him thoughtfully. On the pillow, the weak body due to illness and the rough panting sounds are just such a morbid state, but there is a feeling of inviolability.

Xu Yan would not easily believe that the boy in front of him was a poor scholar with no background.

However, after a few days of investigation, nothing about him was found, but it is not appropriate to say that he has ulterior motives.

Just let him stay in the side courtyard like this, and observed secretly for a few days, but nothing happened, except for this little accident.

Xu Yan sighed softly, his cold gaze fell on Zhifei, and then raised the corner of his mouth, "I will arrange for you to meet the prince in three days, before that, you must first learn the rules of the palace, what to do, what to do. You should know what you should not do, what you should listen to, and what you should not listen to.”

"Yes." Zhi Fei replied, and slowly closed his eyes as if tired.

Shadow Guard Eleven rolled over from the beam and landed firmly in front of the disabled bed.

It has been a quarter of an hour since Xu Yan left, and the spies from the palace outside the gate also withdrew.

"Your Highness, do you want an antidote?" The voice was still so calm that no emotion could be heard.

Zhi Fei opened his eyes and smiled faintly, "No...it's best if the disease prolongs, and it won't make Xu Yan suspicious." He propped himself up and sat up, and Eleven wanted to go up to help, but he wanted to protect However, there was an invisible barrier on the prince's body that he couldn't get close to. His fingers only scratched the air a few times, and his whole body couldn't get close. At this moment, Zhi Fei was already leaning against the edge of the bed, slowly vomiting. Take a few breaths.

"I asked you to ask the emperor about the matter, did you hear back?" Never beating around the bush, he looked straight into the eyes of the other party.

Eleven asked himself that he would not change his expression even in the face of Rongli's interrogator, but when he looked into those bright eyes, he hesitated in his heart. He lowered his eyes and said in his still steady voice, "No."

Zhi Fei took a few glances at Eleven, then shifted his gaze, looked at the closed door, and said flatly, "...Is that so, thank you for your hard work, let's go down first."

Holding the quilt tightly with both hands, the brocade embroidered with large iris flowers was caught into several deep wrinkles, as if trying to exhaust all the strength in the body, the strength in the hands continued to increase, clinging to the wrinkles Frowning, he whispered "liar".

Three days later, Xu Yan fulfilled his promise and brought Zhifei to the Three-Story Pagoda.

The weather is fine and the sun is quite bright. In such bright weather, even the fish in the pond swim very happily. In autumn, the last lotus blooms, and the red dragonflies are dotted on the emerald green lotus leaves to complement each other.

After passing through many pavilions, Zhi Fei stood in front of the tower, the words on the pad could not be read clearly, only knew that it should be used as a tower for storing books, and the mysterious prince was inside.

Suddenly feel a little nervous.It's been a long time since Zhifei has encountered this kind of mood. In his previous life, he often had tense occasions, even on the first date. What did he do on that date? I can't remember clearly, but I only remember the mood at that time and the sunshine that day, which seemed to be as bright as today.

Xu Yan urged a few times in front, and then Zhi Fei came back to his senses, and walked in following Xu Yan's footsteps.

Because before this, the rules of the palace were abolished for older maids to learn from the palace, knowing that Prince Xin had never walked out of that tower, and people in the palace were not allowed to enter and exit the three-story tower at will, and those who could enter and exit at will, Only the housekeeper of the palace.

The new maids have never seen the face of the prince, and even the senior maids have never had the chance to meet the prince. The last time they saw the prince was several years ago, and there is no portrait of the prince in the palace.

The prince has no concubine, so naturally he has no children.I heard that when he was young, the prince was a prince with both talent and learning, and a kind heart. He was like a spring breeze to everyone, and he looked handsome.

The maid covered her mouth and muttered in a low voice, how could such a good prince not have a wife, how could he be in such a state?

Zhi Fei remembered what the maid said, and looked at the room in front of him again.There is no light in the dark room, stuffy and suffocating. Occasionally, a little wind blows in from the small windows on both sides, rolling up a thin layer of gauze curtains, which looks cold and terrifying.The bookshelves full of books accumulated a lot of dust, and the stairs leading to the top of the building were covered by the piles of books, and only the steps could be vaguely seen.

King Xin sat in the innermost room, separated by a curtain, the figure inside could not be seen clearly, only knew that there was a person there, he did not even know whether he was dead or alive.

Xu Yan signaled Zhifei to stop in front of the curtain. There was a planner and a chair near the wall. They didn't look dusty, probably because they were used frequently, but the person who used them was probably not Xinwang.

"My lord, this scholar promised to meet the lord. If he had something to present to the lord, the younger one would take the initiative to bring him in..." Xu Yan didn't speak very fast, and his enunciation was very clear, but he persisted. Waste looked at him in surprise.

It turns out that the butler of the palace did not tell the prince to help him hire someone to heal his master's illness?

There was no response from behind the curtain, Xu Yan wiped his forehead with his sleeve, then stared at Zhi Po coldly, it took a while for Zhi Po to remember what Xu Yan said just now.

What should I present to King Xin...

Regarding Xu Yan's approach, although Zhi Fei disapproved, he did not oppose it either. Facing such a difficult matter, perhaps this was the only feasible way.

But this also shows that the Xin Wang's mind and wisdom should still be clear, otherwise Xu Yan would not painstakingly hide it from the other party.

And I also heard that the prince also wants to eat, and he will eat some of the food sent over.

So, maybe something happened that made King Xin withdrawn and unable to speak?

Zhi Fei bit his lower lip, and sat in front of the table next to the wall. The table was fully prepared with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, even the ink was polished, and the snow-white rice paper was spread flat on the table.

Probably because the poem presented by Zhao Muxiao received a little cinnabar red response last time, so this time Xu Yan also had some expectations for Zhifei.

...But it happened so suddenly, Zhi Fei didn't know what to do at all.