The prince in the cold palace

In desperation, Zhi Fei had no choice but to bite the bullet and compose an idyllic landscape poem.

Being stared at by a pair of overly sharp eyes all the time, I always feel that my every move is under the surveillance of others, I am very uncomfortable, my mind is blank, and the only thing I can think of is that I saw Zhao Muxiao's poem that day, I can only try to imitate the other party's style and writing.

Originally, he wanted to say something to King Xin alone, because Xu Yan was by his side, and there were some things he couldn't say, so he had to do such things to get away with it.

It's the first time to do such a thing.

Deliberate imitation even Zhifei felt a little hypocritical, jerky words, no matter how carefully thought out the artistic conception that could not be described, the ink on the brush almost dripped on the paper several times because of being unable to write, and finally exhausted the brain. Only a few words came to mind.

Using the poems learned from the previous life to perfunctory, this kind of thing can't be done, although those poems are all classics, but there will always be a sense of guilt for plagiarism.

In some respects, Zhifei always appears to be much more stubborn than others.

Compared with Zhao Muxiao's poems, although Zhifei's poems are neat and neat, they lack a little Zen flavor. With a sigh, people who have lived in the palace since childhood have no chance to visit the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Only Batianzhai, which has a strong rural atmosphere, is not easy to talk about on paper. It is really not an easy thing to write about the feeling of being detached from the world.

Although he was quite dissatisfied with the poem he wrote, Zhi Fei handed it to Xu Yan, and Xu Yan sent it in.

As expected, there was no response.

Xu Yan handed the poem back to Zhi Po angrily, and then urged him to leave in a low voice. The other maids took Zhi Po back to the side courtyard, while Xu Yan stayed in the three-story pagoda, as if he still had something to say look.

Zhi Fei looked at the smooth rice paper in his hand, and knew that King Xin didn't think much of it at all, maybe what was important wasn't what poems were written on the paper, but something else.

After thinking about it, he had already returned to the side courtyard.

After the maid left, Eleven appeared from the shadows and stood upright, "The top floor of that tower is empty."

Suddenly said such a sentence, Eleven didn't care about Zhifei's abnormal low-grade fever due to the medicine, and when he was holding on to the edge of the table and still panting for so much walking just now, he said this sentence.

What I asked Eleven to do also included investigating the structure of the triple tower.

Eleven is considered a fulfilling mission, and Xu Yan's subordinates have not discovered it until now, but as long as there is some action here, it will be discovered sooner or later.

One of the reasons why Zhifei simply came to Xinwang Mansion is to avoid the upcoming war, the contest between the emperor and the Mu family, in order to protect Zhifei, the emperor chose to leave Zhifei in Xinduxinwangfu, even if someone here In this sense, it can be regarded as a dangerous place. After all, there are shadow guards around Zhifei, so even if he is suspected, he can show the prince's token to save his life.

But Zhi Fei didn't intend to accept Yin Wuyao's kindness.

He cares more about what can be done for him.

The words at that time are still so clear, still ringing in my ears, "I hope you can go both public and private."

Before he was born, before Yin Wuyao became the emperor, what happened, why did King Xin become like this, the many obstacles almost aroused the long-sleeping blood in Zhifei's heart called longing and seeking, perhaps This is not only for Yin Wuyao, but also for himself.

Being able to investigate things you are interested in makes people feel happy.

Although the idea is good, Zhifei's body does not allow him to continue to explore, because he has taken the medicine that makes people feel hot, and Zhibao's body appears extremely weak, often blushing and panting, his hands and feet are sore and weak, and his vision will become blurred.

Eleven said that this is a normal reaction, taking this medicine will not kill people, but it is also quite dangerous, after a long time, even the antidote will be difficult to heal the body that has been tossed and broken.

Although they promised Mu Ao and the others not to gamble with their bodies before, there is no better way if they don’t do so. What is commendable is that this method has worked, and it is hard to arouse the other party’s suspicion during this period of time. At this point, he has met King Xin and obtained a lot of information. Seeing that the truth is still a short distance away, Zhi Fei refuses to take the antidote no matter what.

"Your Highness...you should rest for a while." Eleven helped Zhifei to sit on the side of the bed, and in a daze, Zhifei did not refuse Eleven's service, undressed him, helped him lie down, and covered him Quilt... The last picture in the field of vision is the shadow guard's worried expression. I don't know if I can't see clearly, such a rigid face can have such a vivid expression.

"I've been watching you..."

who is it?The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, unlike anyone I knew.

"From then on, I knew that you and I were the same kind of person..."

who?Who are you?

"You don't belong in this world..."

... "It's just a dream..."

"Deceiving yourself..."

The voice is very pleasant, with a little low and magnetic, and also a little feminine, as if a stone is thrown into a lake in the spring and March weather.

But the sadness in the sentence, anyone who hears it will be sad, and can't help but feel courageous and sad.

Huang Liang has a dream, deceiving himself and others.

They are talking about themselves, and they are also talking about obsession.

I really want to ask loudly who the other party is, but I just can't speak, and even my vision is black.

Only the mind is still very clear, knowing that this is an illusion, a dream.

He remembered the continuous dream he had been having for the past few days.

Is it that man...?

A scene very similar to that of the Royal Garden appeared in front of my eyes, with rockery, pavilions, small rivers and stone bridges, everything is available.It's just that the picture has a slightly fuzzy texture, like a distant memory.

The man was wearing a gorgeous brocade suit, standing in front of a tall crabapple tree, his back turned to the figure of Zhibai, he looked slender but tall, with his hands behind his back, no matter how hard he struggled in his heart, Zhibao couldn't take a step forward, and said I can't speak.

It was as if someone had acupuncture points on his body and he couldn't move. His feet became heavy like stones. The man's back was lonely and untouchable, as if it would disappear in an instant.

"How could you who have been living in the cold palace not know the cruelty of the palace, but you chose to turn a blind eye."

"There are so many opportunities to protect yourself and protect others that you don't take advantage of and just follow the wishes of others."

"No matter how your father and mother inspire your will and belief in survival, they will only make you choose to live for others."

"It wasn't until you became a prince and encountered a series of unimaginable things that you really opened your eyes to see the world."

Hardly audible, the man chuckled.

"madness."

Something flowed from the eyes, across the cheeks, and down the neck to the clothes.

His hands clenched into fists irresistibly, and Zhi Hua stared straight at the man's back, looking at him in disbelief.

With just a few words, all the defenses of Zhifei were broken, and the solid city wall he built for himself was completely destroyed.

For so many years, it's not that he didn't see the truth behind those things, he just chose what he wanted to see and created a world that only belonged to him.

Once there is a hole in the bricks and tiles of his self-deception, as the hole spreads, he will watch his world collapse.

He has never regarded himself as the prince of the state of Zhou. Whether it is Zhuang Xian or Zhi Fei, it is just a noun. No matter which noun he lives under, he is still the person who has unrealistic longing for the previous life.

He knew that the dessert in the fourth prince's arms was not edible, but he still took it with a smile.

He knew the second prince's ambition and inexplicable resentment towards him, but he still took it for the guards he didn't know very well.

He knew that the person who fell with Song Jingman was a spy from the enemy country, but he still saved him.

He knew about the open and secret struggles among the princes, but he still pretended to ignore them, even if he would become a victim at any time, he didn't care.

……

As time goes by, although he has forgotten what he did in his previous life and what kind of person he knew, the attachment has become more and more profound, and he keeps telling himself that he is just a person who traveled through time and space. People don't belong to this world at all, and they lose far more than they gain. What's the point of living? It's just lingering.

He even questioned Yin Wuyao's credibility when he saw Yin Wuyao's concerned eyes, whether he was using him, and what purpose he was using himself for.

In the end, he laughed at himself mockingly, so what to use, whether he is alive or dead, he does not belong here after all.

Yin Wuyao is not his father, nor is he a prince, but a person from another world who has stolen someone else's identity and lived in another world.

He created an ordinary life for "Zhi Fei", with a gentle and virtuous mother and concubine and maid Lu Fang, childhood friends Mu Ao and Wen Han, a few emperor brothers who didn't have a good relationship, and unpredictable father...

This life is like an actor on the stage, living other people's lives and speaking other people's lines.

And what about the actor himself?

Actors have no egos.

A heavy sense of oppression hit him, and Zhi Po felt that he was about to be unable to breathe.

It was like being held in water, struggling, but more and more water poured into his eyes, nose, and mouth. The fear of not being able to breathe and the yearning for the light made him struggle continuously, but the struggling The bigger the movement, the more painful it is, and more and more water is constantly being poured into the body.

It's really like being in the water, looking up is a deep blue, with golden sunlight shining on the water, shimmering, and it feels so far away.

His eyes were sore, his hands and feet were weak, and the last bit of oxygen in his chest was exhausted, and his lungs were filled with water.

It's hard, really hard.

All kinds of emotions surged up, and the essence that had taken off the actor's coat began to clamor.

Regret... It's been a long time since I felt this kind of feeling.