The prince in the cold palace

There was still an hour before dawn, and the eunuch called Xiao Wuzi stretched out in a corner where no one could see, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and glanced at the large bed in the bedroom.

She was breathing quickly, her eyes protruded like dead fish, her hands were tightly grasping the dead branches covered with horns as if she was trying to grab a life-saving straw, her own scratches could be faintly seen on her pale arms .

It was a dying struggle in deep pain that could not be extricated. Even the pain of nails embedded in the flesh could not be compared with it. The pain was heart-piercing and could destroy anyone's mind.

Xiao Wuzi looked coldly at the ghostly-looking woman on the bed, and smoothed the wrinkles on his rough clothes. He saw the man next to her bed who hadn't slept all night forcefully stood up, holding an empty medicine bowl. walk towards him.

"My lord." He bowed slightly and lowered his head, speaking to the man in front of him in an extremely docile tone.

"Yeah." After the man handed him the empty medicine bowl, he stood for a while leaning on the door frame, and then returned to the house, "Bring me another bowl of medicine."

Little Wu Zi retreated respectfully.

It's not enough, it's not enough, that ugly woman isn't worth it The young man didn't close his eyes for the whole night, that woman isn't worth it!

Little Wu Zi vaguely remembers how the prince was educated by that woman when he was still young. You can dabble in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Since childhood, as the prince’s most powerful competitor, the prince was forced to memorize various books on governing the country by the woman with a ruler. In the palace, the earliest prince born in the palace never really smiled happily for a day. Every time Xiao Wuzi found him, the little prince hid in a corner and cried silently.

When the little prince gradually grew up, the woman did not allow him to play with other princes, but instead used a whip to make him read the strategies and theories of various ministers, so as to understand the emperor's team of advisers and win more bargaining chips for becoming the prince.

She even bought the absolute loyalty of other concubines and princes with the wealth of her natal family.

None of the vicious faces were seen by the little prince. In front of the current prince, she is just a mother who hates iron and steel.

Hehe... Mother...

Little Wu Zi gradually clenched his fists. It was such a mother who ruined the prince's life.

When the emperor noticed the seventh prince, the woman paid attention to the seventh prince, and let herself get close to the mother and son in the cold palace, and even asked him to find an opportunity to severely bully the little maid next to Concubine Mu, and put the blame on him. For the other concubines, he bribed the other maids to teach them a hasty lesson. The woman was dissatisfied and became furious. She beat him dozens of times that night and threw them in the garden to fend for herself.

She even participated in the decline of the four princes who were bluffing all day long, even though the emperor had already planned to cut off the powerful forces at that time, if she saw this point, no matter how hard she beat the dog in the water, the emperor would only open one Close one eye.

And being able to make use of this matter to turn the second prince from a treasure held in the palm of the emperor into a thorn in the flesh, and even alienate the princes, is her biggest advantage.

Planting blame is what that woman is best at doing. She remembers that one year she invited the eighth prince's mother and concubine to drink tea and chat. Heading towards the Tai Academy, he threatened to show the Seventh Prince some color.

Then he ordered himself to intercept the eldest prince who came back from the Taiyuan Academy, let him solve the matter satisfactorily, and established a majesty in the palace. The middle is widely favored.

Little Wu Zi also knew about the woman's secret collusion with Rong Li, not only Xiao Wu Zi knew, but also the third prince who had a close relationship with Rong Li, and maybe even the second prince who was dormant, but he was famous for his integrity The prince Zhong didn't know.

Prince Zhong naively thought that woman was a poor wife and mother, but he didn't know that he was just a pawn in her hand...

Little Wu Zi couldn't help laughing, anyway, there was no one else around, all the palace people were replaced by Prince Yu's own people, and the ministers were also under house arrest last night, and they will jointly write a letter begging to abolish the emperor this morning , establish a new emperor, and have the most benevolent and capable eldest prince of the "previous emperor" as the new emperor.

Even if a woman dies soon, she can still smile at Jiuquan.

No.Xiao Wuzi squinted her eyes happily, the pain she inflicted on herself and Prince Zhong was not enough to repay just by torturing her for the past few months, far from enough.

But as long as she dies, the whole world will belong to the prince, as long as he thinks of this, Xiao Wuzi's mood becomes happy.

The palace deprived him of his self-esteem as a man, while the woman deprived him of his dignity as a human being. Compared with the two, he actually hoped that the woman would die sooner.

There was a stern light in Xiao Wuzi's eyes.

Xiao Wuzi saw King Yu on the corridor, he turned sideways and bowed his head obediently, and performed the most standard salute, Zhiyu standing in front of the eunuch smiled gently, "Can you feed all the medicine, brother?" ?”

"I fed it in, but I vomited it out again. The lord has no choice but to ask the slaves to find the most expensive ginseng medicine for imperial medicine." Xiao Wuzi sneered, and his bangs covered his smile.

Zhiyu nodded, "Whatever Brother Huang wants, just give it to him, anyway, that woman can't last an hour."

Finally, even Prince Yu, who has always been known for his gentle and elegant demeanor, also called "that woman" directly? Xiao Wuzi felt a sense of success in his heart, and his nodding became stronger than usual. It was a lot easier, and it was as happy as recovering from a long illness.

Thinking of the skinny ghost of a woman struggling on the sickbed, even though it is extremely disgusting to serve her, at this moment, Xiao Wuzi can't wait to come to her side sooner, to witness how this once all-powerful and ruthless woman's beauty fades The one who died in Huangquan.

Although Zhiyu walked towards Zhizhong's bedroom when he was the prince, his purpose was not to meet Zhizhong or his concubine mother, he was not interested in the scene of mother's kindness and filial piety.

The direction he was headed to was Yuehua Palace, which was very close to Chaoyun Palace. It used to be the residence of the second prince. Since the emperor first noticed Zhifei, he seldom went to it again.

Yuehua Palace deserves to be the most luxurious palace in the palace. Although the courtyard is luxuriant because it has not been cleaned for many years, it does not affect its overall beauty and delicacy.

Zhiyu raised his lips and walked in with a smile. Only Zhiqin and his attendants were in the lonely palace.

"Long time no see, Brother Emperor." A warm and magnetic voice sounded in the empty hall, and the weak echo made the loneliness and unwillingness of the people under house arrest here at this moment even more apparent.

"Brother Huang? When did you treat me as Brother Huang?" Zhi Qin turned around slightly, staring at him with a pair of seductive long and narrow eyes. Sit down casually, "Hehe... When you called Huangxiong seriously in the past, didn't Huangxiong take Zhiyu seriously?"

"Come on, tell me what you want to say quickly, what is the purpose of imprisoning us here?" Zhi Qin looked at Zhi Yu who did not change his face displeased, the young man in white brocade clothes in front of him had no flaws in his body, as if he only cared about Fengyue's frail scholar, with a gentle smile.

Zhiyu smiled slightly, and slowly opened his fan, "It's very simple, please sign your name here and make a pledge, don't worry, it's not a contract of sale."

The servant handed over the booklet with the yellow brocade as the cover, and Zhi Qin opened it, read three lines side by side, before finishing it, he closed it with a snap, and slammed it in front of Zhi Yu.

"You want me to support Zhizhong's one-sided man as the new emperor? Dreaming!" Zhiqin angrily threw all the things that could be thrown at hand, white porcelain vases, teapots, glass cups, inkstones...all fell on Zhiyu's head. before.

But Zhiyu just looked at all this indifferently, with a warm smile on his mouth, until Du Ruo desperately protected the jade ring that was King Qin's keepsake, Zhiqin looked at him in despair while panting.

Zhiyu raised his eyes and said, "Brother Huang, you are already on the same boat as Zhiyu."

"Why?! This king is not so weak that he has no power at all except betraying his appearance!" Zhi Qin gritted his teeth and said fiercely, but no matter how twisted his overly gorgeous face was, he still owed a bit of ruthlessness. The pleasure of attracting others to wreak havoc at will.

"Oh..." Zhi Yu said with a smile, "It turns out that Brother Huang also knows that I have nothing but hue."

The spring-like tone was like a peach petal falling lightly, but the words uttered by this warm voice completely made Zhi Qin lose control.

"You! You..." Zhiqin wanted to scold in a hurry, but was interrupted by Zhiyu raising his hand coldly, "Don't forget, Brother Huang also had a part in poisoning father and emperor that night."

Zhi Qin was so angry that his shoulders trembled, his lips trembled, his face was as pale as paper, his pretty face twisted together, and he smashed everything that could be smashed in total disregard of the prince's image.

Du Ruo dared to watch and dare not stop him, and said with some distress, "If you want to smash it, don't smash it at home..."

Zhi Qin said angrily: "When he becomes the emperor, even our lives will be his!"

The first ray that Xiao Wuzi had been waiting for still did not come, the sky was dark, like the entire drowsy imperial capital, thick clouds with muffled thunder were slowly accumulating above the imperial capital, it seemed that he also wanted to witness A coup.

He took the place of Prince Chao Zhong to watch over the dying woman, although he hated it, but as she was about to die, the woman's struggle gradually weakened, as if she knew her life was not long, so she sobbed silently, tears flowing from her eyes Flowing from the sunken eye sockets, covered the pale and thin face.

He imagined that the scene of hundreds of officials congratulating and respecting the prince as the emperor must be very magnificent. He didn't know what the prince would look like sitting on that golden dragon chair.

He imagined that as long as the woman on the bed died and he hung a big white lantern at the gate of the palace, the whole world would belong to the prince.

He imagined being with the prince every day, helping him grind ink, watching him write, watching him make his favorite concubine, and watching him smile.

He thought about a lot of things, and everything revolved around the child he liked from the bottom of his heart...

However, his dream is still a dream after all, like a flower in a mirror, like a moon in water.

"It's useless." The face of the thin young man who walked in from the door couldn't be seen clearly, but there was a sense of oppression, "Even if you hung up a white lantern as a signal, you are still one step too late."

Little Wu Zi raised his head in surprise, and the young man who was walking towards him slowly was dressed in a gray and simple robe, "She died a moment later than you expected, and a moment is enough for General Song to take down the imperial guards guarding the city." .”

The young man has a strong scholarly atmosphere, different from the gentle and elegant Mr. Pian Pianjia who speaks words, it is a very pure and thin image of a scholar, without gorgeous clothes and time-honored calm demeanor, some just appear old-fashioned A handsome face, that face is nothing more than a middle-aged figure, but there is an inexplicable majesty faintly.

Little Wu Zi took a closer look, and pointed at the young man with trembling fingers, "You, you, you, aren't you the one... the companion of His Highness the Seventh Prince!"

Wen Han smiled lightly, "That's right, when you all thought I was transferred to a small county in a small county, but I was always by your side."

"What...?!" Xiao Wuzi stared, and the woman beside him had already passed away and didn't notice.

Wen Han nodded, "I have been hiding in the imperial hospital, and the place has become a mess because of the lady on the bed, so no one remembers mere Wen Han."

"So, I have tampered with my mother's medicine, and the imperial doctors may not be able to see it, let alone the princes who don't understand medical principles?"

Little Wu Zi stared at Wen Han in disbelief, stepped back to the side of the bed, and suddenly a ghostly pale hand lay beside him, so scared that Xiao Wu Zi screamed and jumped up, and the sunken bed on the bed The woman who was still weeping slowly from her eye sockets just died with her sad and mournful eyes open.

The hourglass beside the woman's bed told the frightened eunuch that what Wen Han said was true.

So what will happen to the prince who can't wait for the scheduled white lantern?

Will the prince blame himself for not doing a good job? Can the prince take care of himself after leaving him? Can he see the true colors of the people around him under the disguise...

These, along with a burst of dizziness, were lost in darkness.

Wen Han sighed, and slowly took out a hemp rope to tie up the fainted eunuch, "Your Highness was very sick in the early years, if you hadn't read all the medical books for His Highness in your free time, maybe you haven't discovered the mystery of it, um..."

Looking up at the miserable woman on the bed, Wen Han stretched out his hand to close her eyes expressionlessly, "You have done a lot of unrighteousness."

The sky was still gloomy, and the heavy smell in the air could not spread, and it accumulated more and more heavily, pressing directly on the lungs.

Wen Han narrowed his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "It's such a terrible weather, when His Highness comes back, you need to prepare ginger soup to drive out the cold."

He smiled slightly as he spoke, he was clearly a powerless scholar, but at this moment he was dragging a fainted eunuch for a while, and with such an indecent posture, only that person could let him He does this kind of thing.

The way back was still the same as when we came here, there were no people there, all the palace people were under house arrest, and most of the imperial guards who belonged to Zhizhong were almost transferred to the court to guard the ministers and princes and nobles, no one would pay attention A smiling young man was dragging a eunuch with hemp rope in the corridor.

Wen Han wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up at the sky, the sky was dim, and the wind was cold.

It's a sign of change.

Zhi Zhong, who had waited in the court hall for a long time but still hadn't heard the death bell, seemed a little nervous, his palms were sweating, and he whispered to Zhi Zhong, "What's going on?"

Zhiyu was also puzzled by this, but he still comforted Zhizhong, "Maybe it's my mother's blessing, and God is reluctant to accept her." He smiled and said to the guards beside him: "It's not too late, no matter whether your mother is Xixi or not. Go, do it now."

"Yes!" The guards beside him responded in a deep voice, distributed several copies of the imperial edicts with the jade seals printed on them to the rest of the guards, glanced coldly at the ministers who were huddled together in the center of the hall, turned and left the palace gate.

And just when he was about to jump up to the eaves with his lightness kung fu, a cold arrow shot straight into his heart, and he fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

"Report--!!" A guard rushed in, "The east city gate has fallen, and all the imperial guards have been restrained!"

"Report----!!!" Another guard staggered up, "The West City Gate was attacked from behind, and the imperial guards can't resist it!!"

"Report--!!!!" This time it was the blood-soaked general standing in front of Zhi Zhong, "The south gate was lost, it was due to his subordinate's dereliction of duty! Come back here...to apologize..."

The general, who was holding his last breath, put a blood-stained sharp knife across his neck, and when he exerted force, the blood spattered several feet.

"Report--!" The eunuch, who was running out of breath, supported the door frame with a tired face, "Wang, lord..."

Zhi Zhong sat paralyzed on the dragon chair, his face was pale, and his voice was full of pain and helplessness, "Did the North City Gate fall this time..."

"No, it's not..." the eunuch said calmly, "Yes, someone broke into the palace..."

The black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it.

The robust man in armor waved the blood on his sword, his gaze was like a torch, "Which one of you wants to go? Or...you go together?"

Frightened by the man's deep and murderous eyes, the young Imperial Guards' legs went limp for a while, and they held their weapons in their hands, but they dared not step forward. The man who descended from the sky was as unshakable as a god of war, let them take it from their hearts feel scared.

The man's weather-beaten face is extremely resolute, as if every line of the facial features was carved out of a sword, and there are more places on the back of his hand that they can't see, all of which are scars that symbolize the glory of a man.

Different shades.

Song Jingman sighed, "The east, west, and south gates have been captured by my people. If you surrender, your lives will not be taken."

After a moment of silence.

I don't know which person dropped the weapon first, and there was a loud bang.Then, all kinds of weapons fell to the ground.

Zhiyu narrowed his eyes dangerously, and calmly looked at the young man in white clothes in front of him.

Her silky-black hair was casually tied behind her head, her obsidian-like pupils made those peach blossom eyes shine brightly, her fair and clean skin was like warm jade, and her thin lips, which were slightly redder than ordinary people's, were pursed into a seductive line. radian.

With a faint expression, it seems that it is just a lotus flower that accidentally entered the mortal world, overlooking the mud and filth at the bottom of the pool.

There was a slight mist in the boy's eyes, and compassion was read from those crystal eyes.

Thunder bursts, the air oppresses the internal organs, making it difficult to breathe.

Zhi Zhong stared blankly at the young man, opened his mouth several times, the surprise in his eyes made him no longer in the mood to care about the most important thing to do at the moment, as if everything he did was just to see the hair in the breeze A young man with a slightly indifferent expression.

He got up from the dragon chair in a panic, and stumbled towards the boy, step by step, stepping carefully, for fear that the boy would disappear like a phantom in the next second.

However, despite being so cautious, the young man remained unmoved, his gaze rested on him, it was a look that made him feel distressed, that look seemed to see through everything he had done.

Including the feelings he hides in the deepest part of his heart that cannot be expressed in words.

Then, he heard the boy's inaudible sigh, "Let go, Brother Huang."

The phrase "Brother Emperor" was heard by the two men, Zhizhong's expression was incomparable, while Zhiyu looked at the young man for a long while, evoking a mocking arc.

"So you're not dead."

Zhiyu himself also felt strange, although his heartbeat was right next to his ears, like a deer bumping wildly, but his voice was still very calm, without any waves, it seemed that only in this way could he calm his chaotic heart at the moment.

The boy nodded, "I arrived in the imperial capital half a year ago."

"Have been lurking by our side?" Zhiyu gritted his teeth, staring at the indifferent young man in front of him. The young man who made him feel distressed in his dreams was actually right under his nose, but he didn't know it. The most critical moment appeared in front of him.

what does this mean?

The young man still nodded and did not speak. He took out the dagger from his arms, and slowly bent down to untie the ropes for the ministers. The minister who was still dazed for a long time after the young man untied the rope finally showed a look of shock, "Prince Your Highness?!"

Zhi Fei smiled slightly, and handed the dagger to the minister, asking him to continue cutting the ropes for the rest of the people. The moonlight-like white clothes were not stained by any wind and dust, and stood peacefully and beautifully in front of the two of them.

"What else do you want to ask?" Da once let them solve their doubts.

Zhi Zhong's heart ached, he smiled wryly, Zhi Fei was so obvious, what else did he want to ask?Asking will only make the scar on his heart tear more severely, and asking will only make him taste a more bitter taste of failure.

Zhiyu held the folding fan tightly in his hand, and said in a slightly angry tone, "You planned all of this?"

The young man frowned slightly, as if he didn't want to think about it, he still nodded.

"What about your concubine mother, you have the heart to disregard her life, she is still in our hands!" Zhiyu growled, threw the folding fan and landed in front of Zhifei.

The young man smiled wryly, "With Mu Danhe, no one can touch the concubine mother."

Zhiyu stretched out his hand in disbelief, wanting to caress the boy's cheek as usual, his tone was as gentle as water, he thought he had lost his composure and would ask even worse words, but the words came out of his mouth, "Half a year Before... you were not injured?"

Zhi Fei shook his head slightly, and said flatly, "If the play is not true, you will not be trusted. As an emperor, you must be ruthless. This is what my father said."

"Father? Heh..." Zhiyu looked at him coldly, "Do you know what kind of thoughts the father you mentioned has for you?!"

Zhi Fei lowered his head slightly, and smiled helplessly, "Well, so I'm trying to like him."

The words that only three people could hear were heard by two men. Fame, fortune, power, throne, and even the world... are not as shocking and profound as this sentence.

Unforgettable, heart-piercing, heart-breaking.

That self-deprecating laugh, whose is it?