The prince in the cold palace

The sound of thunder was like a drum, resounding through every corner of the palace, and the strong wind blew up the corners of the young man's clothes. His white clothes were like snow, like otherworldly fireworks.

The silence, like the dull air, spread little by little, so that the sudden laughter was too harsh.

"Hahaha...Ahahahahaha..." The resonant voice of a young man, full of grief, resentment, loss and more emotions that even the voice could not distinguish, echoed in the palace where the emperor went to court, and it was even more obvious. Lonely and thin.

Zhi Fei lowered his eyes, and said a little reluctantly, "Let it go, what you want to get by any means is not your own after all."

"Unscrupulous?" Zhiyu wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and looked at him gloomyly, "It is the father who is unscrupulous, not us!"

Even though the young man's sigh was so inaudible, Zhiyu still heard it like a thunderclap. That kind of pitiful and helpless sigh made him even feel pain in breathing.

"What do you know..." The trembling body could no longer be controlled freely, and even the voice was trembling, Zhiyu's sad expression was reflected in Zhifei's eyes, "He set traps one after another, so we had to jump ..."

Yes, the trap.The man who stands at the highest point and looks down on the world like an ant, his favorite thing to do is to play hard to get, power, fame, fortune and even the world are just a game to him.

Now, if he can't guess the man's mind, he will be sorry for the man's vision when he is chosen by the man as the object of the game.

Zhiyu's mouth slowly curled into a gentle arc, just like the young master Pian Pianjia who smiled lightly in Zhi Fei's memory.

Yin Wuyao.

This man is like a myth, the only admiration in their hearts since childhood.

Smart, decisive, perfect, yet ruthless.

The first trap set by the man was named Prince.Throughout the ages, people who have been established as princes, unless they are weak and overwhelmed, will sit firmly on the throne.But Yin Wuyao is different, he never does things according to common sense, he can establish whoever he likes, and makes others agree with him wholeheartedly, and let those who are interested in power personally send their opponents to the position of prince.

The second trap set by the man is called possibility.Over the past few years, he has intentionally or unintentionally allowed his sons to cultivate his own power secretly and allowed them to grow up, and tightly locked up Zhi Fei, who is the prince, by his side. The prince who seems to be the closest to the throne is actually the least powerful. So let the seeds of desire be planted in their hearts.

The third trap set by the man is called Zhifei.If he hadn't seen the man looking at Zhibao so frighteningly, perhaps Zhiyu would not have attacked the emperor earlier, and once he did, there would be no possibility of withdrawing.If the man hadn't resorted to the tricks to separate him from Zhi Po, Zhi Yu would not have resorted to extreme measures because of getting Zhi Po's death, in order to speed up the man's demise.

However, as the saying goes, haste makes waste.

They were like a hunting game in the deep woods, and whoever loses his composure first loses.

With the same thought in mind, Yin Wuyao was able to trust the other party, and deceived everyone for half a year.

No, maybe Zhifei also believed in men, so they could cooperate seamlessly.

Where did you lose yourself?

He was not reconciled.

Zhiyu smiled, but looked at the young man very sadly, his tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but inadvertently rolled up waves of loneliness, "Xiaoqi, do you remember? During the riding and archery class, you were injured and often sat By my side... and that year, you called me 'brother'... let's go to the Lantern Festival together... enjoy the snow and plum blossoms together..."

Seeing Zhiyu's increasingly painful eyes, listening to his increasingly sad voice, even if Zhifei wanted to comfort him, he couldn't do anything, so he could only nod his head, "I remember."

"I don't understand... Where did I lose..." Zhiyu hugged his lowered head in pain, and when he raised his head again, the madness in his eyes made Zhifei's heartbeat suffocate, the other's face was full of tears, his expression was distorted and crazy, the whole The person trembled slightly.

Zhi Fei took a step back unconsciously, but Zhi Yu approached him step by step, "Say it! Say it! Where did I lose?!"

Seeing Zhiyu who was on the verge of collapse and Zhibao who was slowly retreating, Zhizhong stretched out his hand to stop Zhiyu, but after hearing Zhibao's words, the outstretched hand subconsciously retracted and clenched into a fist.

"You included love in it from the beginning, but in the end, he let me go free."

With a tone as soft as wings, like a gentle and cool wind, Zhi Fei smiled faintly, and even seemed to recall some helpless and warm memories, with a hint of nostalgia in his smile.

This is an expression that no one has seen before.

Zhizhong felt that his heart was in great pain, as if it had been torn apart by life, but the person who tore his heart apart with his own hands was himself.

Then he looked at the young man who was far away from him, suppressed all doubts and jealousy, just looked at, as if saying goodbye to a love that no longer belonged to him.

"Hahahaha...it's like this...it's like this!" Zhiyu cried and laughed, his laughter was ferocious and terrifying, but it was incomparably hollow, at last he rolled his eyes and passed out on the ground.

Zhi Fei hurriedly stepped forward to support Zhi Yu's fainted body, let him lean against a stone pillar beside him, and frowned slightly, "What's wrong with him?"

Zhizhong also stepped forward, knelt down to observe Zhiyu's situation, he didn't want to hurt the defenseless Zhibao, and locked his eyes on the young man, saying every word, "As you said, feelings He can't do anything by hook or by crook, so...he's crazy."

It was already pouring rain outside, and it was almost raining the rainwater accumulated in the past few months, as if to wash away all the blood.

"What about you?" Zhi Fei looked at him with clear eyes without any emotion.

Zhizhong took a deep breath of the air around the young man, then smiled wryly, "What else can I do? I've already lost, so there's no need to hold back."

At this time, a group of subordinates led by Song Jingman and the shadow guards brought into the imperial capital by Zhifei had returned, waiting quietly outside the palace gate.

Seeing Zhi Zhong's back being taken down, Zhi Fei sighed.

"What are you looking at? What's so good about a Reservoir Dog?" At some point beside the boy was a young man with a beautiful face like a goblin, and there was a certain resemblance between the two's eyebrows and eyes.

Zhi Fei turned his head and looked at the young man who was half a head taller than him. The young man was wearing a gorgeous purple embroidered robe, and he was charming, "Brother Huang, how about I go to your place and ask for a cup of tea?"

"Not good," Zhi Qin resolutely rebuffed him, twitching the corners of his mouth, "I smashed everything."

"Brother Huang has been hiding behind the curtain, why didn't you come out just now?" Zhi Fei looked at the lightly moving curtain, as if he could imagine Zhi Qin hiding inside, and smiled.

"What do you think?" Zhi Qin brought up a playful smile, with a hint of slyness in his eyes, "If I just walked out from behind, maybe two people would go crazy..."

"Uh..." Zhifei paused for a moment. Indeed, if Zhizhong and Zhiyu knew that they had lived in Zhiqin's mansion for the past six months, and that King Qin, who "is a matter of sex to the king", was also involved in the whole thing, I don't know What expression will it be.

It must be more sad than now. Some things are better not known than known.

All the ministers in the hall untied their ropes one after another, and looked at the two of them, their complex gazes intertwined and fell on the two of them.

When the ministers were about to go to salute, Zhi Qin glared at them with dissatisfaction, "It's not morning time, civil strife has been settled, leave the palace quickly, before this king remembers your faces."

The ministers froze for a moment, and then remembered that this morning was to discuss the matter of the abolished emperor. Their faces were colorful, blue and red, and Zhiqin was in a much better mood. He raised his eyebrows and admired a group of men in their 50s and [-]s They jumped over the wall in a hurry.

Zhi Fei looked at the lips of the young man around him who were even more curved, and suddenly felt a lot of sympathy for those ministers.

"Since I don't have the chance to drink the tea made by the emperor, why don't you come to Chiju Palace? The tea made by the concubine is also pretty good." Zhi Fei smiled slightly, trying to get Zhi Qin's attention back.

Putting one finger against the lower lip, this is Zhiqin's unique way of thinking. Not long after, Zhiqin smiled, "Alright, if you invite me to the prince's bedroom, I still need to think about it."

Speaking of the prince's bedroom, he remembered the misunderstanding that night.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and didn't mention the past again.

Concubine Mu put a small clay stove in the room, with a pot of hot water burning on it, tea leaves and tea sets were placed on the table, and she smiled at the two of them, "Talk slowly if you have something to say, and Concubine Mu will not mix it up." .”

There was a trace of nervousness in Zhi Fei's eyes, and he wanted to stop her, but he felt strange about this dependent feeling in his heart, so he could only twitch the corners of his mouth helplessly, "Mother Concubine, where are Wen Han and Dan He?"

The astonishment in Concubine Mu's eyes lasted only for a moment. Although she didn't understand why Zhifei would call his uncle by his name directly, it was just that this child was different from other children since he was a child. As a mother, she naturally stood by her son's side. , stretched out his hand and touched Zhifei's head, like coaxing him when he was a child.

"Wen Han went to the post with an edict, and Dan He couldn't see you because of a bet."

"Bet?" Zhi Fei blinked his eyes, his face was full of doubts, but he had never heard of any bet.

Concubine Mu gently patted him on the shoulder, "He said that one day he will win back. And Wen Han, he also welcomes you at any time, because he didn't want to be tainted with too much sorrow of parting, so he left alone."

Speaking of this, Zhi Fei also smiled, "Wen Han is that kind of person, if I go to see him off, I might cry."

"Hmm..." Concubine Mu smiled a little more lonely, "Now you are all grown up."

"Mother Concubine..." Although Mu Concubine's smile was more comforting than lonely, Zhi Fei always felt guilty in his heart, and he didn't know how long he hadn't been able to stay by Mu Concubine's side properly.

Before Zhi Fei could say the words of apology, Zhi Qin coughed lightly, "Thank you, Concubine Mu, for your kindness..."

The trace of sadness in Concubine Mu's heart was interrupted, and she shook hands with Zhifei, "Talk slowly, Concubine Mu is going to help Brother Song bandage."

"Brother Song?..." Zhi Fei murmured what his mother and concubine had said just now, looking thoughtfully at the leaving figure.

Zhi Qin picked up some tea leaves from the box and put them into the empty pot, and made tea with boiling water on the clay stove. His slender and well-articulated fingers moved like flowing water, gracefully like a dance.

Those narrow and bright eyes were full of self-confidence, Zhi Fei felt that the person in front of him was really living a chic and wanton life.

"Brother Huang, do you want the throne too?" Zhi Fei asked suddenly.

There was a hint of inadvertent surprise in Zhi Qin's eyes, but he quickly recovered, "I want it."

Zhi Fei was a little surprised that the other party would answer him so directly, but his tone was a little more appreciative, "If the father abdicates and gives it to you, are you willing to sit on the throne?"

"I don't want to." Zhi Qin didn't even lift his eyelids, he just focused on the things in his hand, his tone was cold.

"……why?"

With a bang, Zhi Qin put down the teapot heavily in his hand, and stared sharply at Zhi Po's eyes. Being stared at like this, Zhi Po felt a little flustered in his heart, and his well-shaped lips trembled slightly.

"Is this all you want to tell me?" Zhi Qin said slowly.

Zhi Fei wanted to nod, but he was frightened by the sharp gaze, as if he could see right through him.

But he hummed anyway.

Zhi Qin roughly poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of the young man, "This is the country he prepared for you, I can't accept it."