The prince in the cold palace

Misty mountain mist lingers in the lush mountain forest all year round. In the confusion, dark green is looming, like a vast green ocean. The mountain wind carries the fragrance of fragrant grass and ancient trees, faintly.

Through the mist, one can vaguely see a tall man coming out of the path, with a silver sword in his hand, cutting off the thorns on both sides, falling leaves one after another, none of which got on his clothes.

The man held the young man's white and slender wrist with the other hand, and looked back at the young man's eyes with tenderness and charm, holding the young man's hand firmly and unwilling to let go.

The young man's face was stained with a touch of pink, and he looked at the man with a little annoyance, his eyes fell on the hands they held, feeling a little uncomfortable.

I only heard the young man say lightly, "What should I do if the concubine mother sees her like this?"

The man raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully, "Maybe they think we are deeply affectionate as father and son."

"Have you ever held the hand of another son before?" the boy asked.

The man thought for a while, his slightly frowned brows spread out, and he shrugged, "No."

However, with a little force, the man pulled the boy into his arms, and laughed in a low voice, "Don't worry, Xiaoqi, it's okay to let her know our relationship."

Zhi Fei raised his head and stared at the man, the next moment the man grabbed his lips and kissed him softly.

The two stopped and stopped, and finally came to an ordinary hunter's house in the mountains.

A bamboo fence, a few chickens leisurely pecking stones in the yard, a simple wooden house, and some vegetables in the backyard.

Pushing open the firewood door, the chicken in the yard looked at the two uninvited guests vigilantly, walked a few steps closer to the house, stopped, and turned to look at them.

Seeing that the two were also walking towards the house, one or two chickens crowed a few times, and after the sharp sound, gradually clear footsteps sounded in the house.

"What are you arguing about! What if I disturb the young lady's sleep!" I haven't seen anyone yet, so I'll hear her voice first. If it's not Lufang, who is it?

As soon as Lufang opened the door, she was so surprised that she saw a young man with a gentle smile and a man with an expressionless face.

It took a long time before I heard her intermittent words of surprise and surprise, "...Little Master, Young Master, no, Your Highness... Uh, you, you...Your Majesty..."

Zhifei smiled, and stepped forward to hold Lufang's slightly trembling hand, "It's not in the palace now, just call me Zhifei, concubine mother...is mother inside?"

Lufang cried happily, nodded quickly, "I'm resting in the room, I just put the young lady to sleep."

Just as he was talking, a tall, black and thin man with a muscular body opened the curtain of the back room and came out, holding a wooden basin with a wet handkerchief in his hand, and his eyes met the two of them, although there was a look of surprise in his eyes. The color is not as obvious as that of Lufang, but it can also be seen that his hands are shaking.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." The man's lips trembled slightly, and he put down the wooden basin and was about to kneel down to the man beside Zhi Fei.

Yin Wuyao waved his hand, his expression was still as unpredictable as usual, "I am no longer the emperor, so there is no need to be polite."

The man still seemed to be struggling, Zhi Fei quickly asked, "Master Song, how is mother, is it convenient to go in and see her now?"

Song Jingman was stunned for a moment, then nodded, with a happy expression on his face, "It's inside, I'll take you in."

Opening the curtain, there is a sunny room with a bed that can accommodate two people. The bed is covered with a clean hand-woven blanket. The woman lying on the bed looks weak due to the short delivery, but the smile on her face is As warm as ever.

Zhi Fei's eyes were slightly red, and he called softly, "Mother Concubine..."

Concubine Mu opened her eyes, seeing that Zhi Fei standing by the door had red eyes, and hurriedly wanted to get out of bed, but before she could sit up, Zhi Fei had already sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and held her hand.

When she approached the bed, she realized that there was a small lump of flesh next to Concubine Mu. The sleeping little guy looked at the two of them curiously with a pair of big black eyes.

The mother and concubine smiled, picked up the little guy, and leaned closer to Zhi Po, "Huo'er was so young when he was a child. My sister followed my brother, and I didn't like to cry at all."

As he spoke, he handed the little guy to Zhi Po, who hurriedly hugged the child, probably because of the wrong posture, the little guy's soft face gradually wrinkled.

It didn't take long to see the little guy blushing, Zhi Fei hurriedly adjusted his gestures, but no matter how he hugged him, the little guy felt awkward and almost cried.

Before Concubine Mu could teach him, Yin Wuyao, who had been standing beside Zhifei, held Zhibao's hands from behind, resting his head on Zhibao's shoulders, and focused his eyes on the little meat ball in Zhifei's arms , Assistant Executive Fei adjusted his gestures, and the little guy's complexion finally improved.

But Zhi Fei still froze in place, after all, his mother and concubine were right in front of him, and Yin Wuyao's posture was too...

"Your Majesty." Concubine Mu smiled gently at Yin Wuyao.

Yin Wuyao nodded, then looked at the little guy in Zhi Fei's arms, and asked, "What's her name?"

"Yingying, although my concubine thinks 'never forget' sounds better, Brother Song still insists on naming her Yingying." Concubine Mu had a slight resentment on her face, it seemed that Song Jingman, who had always respected her own wishes, had never agreed on this issue. Ken backed down, making her feel weird.

Yin Wuyao still nodded, no matter what the name is, it doesn't matter to him.

Zhi Fei listened to the cold sweat and black lines.

They have remarried and become other people's wives and have not given up the habit of calling themselves "concubine", and if Master Song hadn't insisted, I am afraid that my younger sister will really be named "Song Buwang" for the rest of her life.

...Why does he feel that neither of his parents has the talent for naming?

With gusts of mountain wind and smoke from the kitchen, the Orion family in the depths of the woods was extremely lively today, with constant laughter and laughter.

On the way back to the inn, the two rode a horse together.

The horse galloped, the sound of the wind whizzed by, and the scenery on both sides quickly retreated.

The man carefully protected the boy in his arms, let the boy's head rest on his powerful arm, and easily grasped the reins.

The young man slowly raised his head from the man's arms, and asked him curiously, "Why do you know how to hold a child?"

The man smiled narrowly, "I hugged you like this when I was a child..."

The young man seemed to have thought of some bad memories, turned around suddenly, left the man's embrace, and hugged the horse's neck by himself, the man only heard a word full of anger, "liar."

A look of panic flashed in his eyes, and the man quickly lowered his body and hugged the boy again, "I'm sorry, it's my father's fault..."

The young man glanced at him indifferently, and with just one glance, all the man's joking thoughts just now disappeared.

The man smiled wryly, "Not long after I took the throne, I got my first prince. According to the rules of the palace, I had to hold a banquet for the ministers, and I had to hold the child to participate."

"Oh..." The young man replied lightly, leaning on the man's chest again.

Yin Wuyao waited for a long time, anxiously waiting for Zhi Po's next words, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear any sound. When he looked down, he found that the boy had fallen asleep.

Bowing his head and gently kissing the boy's hair, Yin Wuyao said softly, "From now on, I will only hug you."

They came to a small border town in the south of the state of Zhou. The people in the county town were very hospitable. Although they were not as rich as the imperial capital, they had a beautiful scenery and the people were hospitable.

It is said that the land in this small county was originally poor and resources were scarce, but everything has changed since the arrival of the fairy-like county magistrate.

Canals were built, other crops were planted, and trade was developed. The days are getting better every day.

Their county grandpa's surname is Wen.

Zhi Fei and the others arrived in Pian County around noon. The people who ate and listened to books in the tea shop were talking about the hype. They had just picked up a cup of tea and put their lips on the rim of the cup.

The people listening to the book below asked, "The county magistrate never leaves home, do you know what he looks like?"

While drinking tea, the young man curiously looked at the place where the crowd gathered downstairs.

The storyteller was triumphant, "That is a character with great powers! He has two pairs of eyes, three hands, four legs, five heads..."

puff--

After wiping off the water left on his body indiscriminately, the boy suppressed a smile.

The man glanced at the storyteller downstairs with a sarcasm, "You can really blow it."

Zhi Fei also nodded, "However, Wen Han can be regarded as a good minister of the last generation if he can use Jiang Zuo's seven strategies flexibly."

Yin Wuyao glanced at Zhi Fei noncommittally, raised his hand to wipe the water from the corner of the boy's mouth with his sleeve, then put down his hand, showing a sly smile, leaned over, and licked it off with his tongue.

The boy hurriedly blocked the man's further movements with his hands, a little annoyed, "Someone will see..."

The man sat back to his original position resentfully, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth did not decrease, but became more dangerous.

Teahouses and drinking cups are crowded with people, as long as there is someone around you who can make you feel at ease, no matter where you are, it will be the same.

The tall young man was wearing a bamboo hat, carrying a bronze sword with him, two or three dishes of side dishes, and a jug of wine. There were people coming and going in the inn, and few people noticed the swordsman sitting in the corner.

Slowly raised the cup, but looked at the two men on the second floor of the opposite tea shop who were constantly intimacy, the bitterness in the throat was gone.

He has been with them for three days.From the official road to the small road, and from the waterway to the land road.

Under the bamboo hat are beautiful eyes that are eclipsed, and a handsome face that is slightly thin.

Drinking wine to relieve sorrow, worry more sorrow.

He left a few coins on the table, took a few mouthfuls of the side dishes on the plate, raised his sword and walked out of the shop. The faint voice of Xiaoer behind him seemed to say that the money given was a bit too much.

Among the hustle and bustle of the crowd, looking at the seat by the window on the second floor of the tea shop, the boy is very suitable for white clothes, although he has never noticed what color clothes the boy likes.

Just one look, just one look, let me take another good look at you.

As if feeling the eager gaze from downstairs, the young man lowered his head and looked out the window, but he saw the crowd coming and going, focusing on their own, and the gaze disappeared.

"What's the matter, Xiaoqi?" The man opposite the boy picked up a chopstick of green pepper shredded pork and stuffed it into the boy's bowl.

The young man turned his head casually, frowning slightly, as if he was still immersed in the doubt he had just received from that line of sight.

"It's nothing..." The boy looked down and saw that the bowl was already full of vegetables, piled up like a hill. "Why did you put so many vegetables for me? I can't finish it."

The man laughed in a low voice, "Eat more if you can't finish it. It's better to grow a few taels of meat."

The young man chewed a piece of shredded meat slowly, and looked at the man suspiciously, "Why?"

"It's more comfortable to hug..."

After the meal, the two went downstairs slowly, found an inn nearby, accompanied the escort to search for a few ancient books, and it was already late when they came back.

After Zhi Fei took a bath, he felt a little strange seeing Yin Wuyao just drinking wine at the table, and walked up to him with loose clothes, and was about to ask him when he was hugged.

It was just a simple hug, and the man greedily sniffed the faint fragrance of the boy's body after bathing.

Without asking why, the boy graciously let the man hug him, and even wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

The warm breath breathed out in the ear, and gradually, the boy's face was dyed a little red.

The man smiled and let go of him slowly.

When leaving, he fed the rest of the wine to the young man, of course, with his mouth.

Zhi Fei looked at the back of Yin Wuyao walking out, and noticed that he was wearing a sword.

What kind of person would let Yin Wuyao use the sword?

The night was like silver, and it fell mottled from the window to the ground. The young man who was not asleep rubbed his eyes after hearing the noise, and slowly got up.

The man had already rolled onto the bed, hugged his waist from the side, and put Zhi Fei in his arms.

Only the man's slightly weak and rapid breathing was heard.

Zhi Fei wanted to turn his head, but the man's strength was undeniable. From the sound of breathing, the young man vaguely sensed something, so he didn't ask.

Just being held in his arms, the warmth that climbed up from his back was craving and reassuring.

Then, fell asleep.

The next day, they visited the county magistrate of Pianxian County, which is said to have two pairs of eyes, three hands, four legs and five heads...

After Wen Han heard about his folk image, he smiled wryly and triumphantly.

A field was opened up in the backyard of the county government office, and many fruits and vegetables were planted. It was a little different from other county government offices in that there were no elegant potted plants.

Wen Han said with a smile, since he was used to growing vegetables since he was a child, he simply used these vegetables to decorate the yard.

Beans, tomatoes, eggplants...all the vegetables they grew when they were young.

There are also some medicinal materials that Zhi Fei doesn't know.

Yin Wuyao looked at one of the herbs with fascination, then slowly raised his eyes, looking at Wen Han deeply, "Where did you get this medicine?"

The absolute majesty and deterrent power in this sentence is as if he is still aloof as an emperor, people can't help but tremble when they hear it, and their hands and feet feel cold from nervousness.

Wen Han paused, and said, "Yes, at the nearby Lingshan Mountain."

Yin Wuyao nodded slightly, motioning for them to continue, while he himself continued to study the herb.

Zhi Fei glanced at him suspiciously, but Yin Wuyao's expression was unprecedentedly serious, which made him a little more curious, so he asked Wen Han what the medicine was for.

Wen Han just shook his head, saying that it was his first time planting it, and he didn't know the curative effect yet.

Just as they were studying a camellia, the sparse sound at the door interrupted their conversation, and then hurriedly walked in a middle-aged woman dressed in fancy clothes.

The woman has a wide body and a fat body, with jeweled hairpins on her head, flickering as she walks, and the silk and satin on her body are even brighter and brighter.

With heavy makeup on his face, he added a bit of fat and powder.

The woman walked into Wen Han twisting and turning, smiled obsequiously, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and then said in a delicate voice, "The magistrate~~ I'm here to say goodbye to you!"

Zhi Fei blinked his eyes, looked at the woman in the standard matchmaker shape, and then at Wen Han.

With a helpless and wry smile on his face, Wen Han walked half a step away from the woman without showing any signs, and cupped his hands at her, "Thank you Zhang Mei for your love, Wen Mou doesn't want to get married yet."

Zhang Matchmaker smiled all over her face, "Oh, the magistrate of the county doesn't care about villains. Last time, the girl from Liu Yuan's family was deceived by the gangsters because she was too good-looking. Miss Liu is one of the best talented women in the county! But Ms. Liu is not considered the best girl in Pian County, the most virtuous is the lady from Liuyuan's family in the west of the city..."

Oh, Zhi Fei has heard some tricks. It turned out to be a matchmaker for Wen Han, but there was something wrong with the woman, and now he wants to talk about another family.

Wen Han still had a demeanor, with a slightly sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth. After quietly listening to the matchmaker's words, he showed a full scholarly demeanor and smiled apologetically at her.

"Wen can't really marry Miss Liu..."

Matchmaker Zhang became anxious when she heard this. Where can I find such a good and promising young man?Wen Han hurriedly asked whether it was not enough gift money or because she thought the girl was not well educated, Wen Han shook his head one by one.

"As a parent and official, Wen Mou should put the common people first, and I don't want to think about marriage right now." He smiled softly, and Matchmaker Zhang felt like a spring breeze, and she didn't even remember how she was sent out by Wen Han.

Looking back, I saw the man grab the young man in white and say something hastily. The young man frowned slightly, his expression was still calm and calm. Wen Han smiled and buried the faint bitterness in his heart.

It didn't take long before the county magistrate's reputation became stronger than before, and the people spread him as more godlike than a god.

When they came to Lingshan, they didn't know the specific name of this mountain, they only knew that it was a mountain with aura, so the people nearby also called it Lingshan.

Surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, Lingshan is full of towering ancient trees, and the peaks are connected, majestic and majestic.

There is also a cliff on one of the peaks, which is a waterfall that flows straight down, pouring down from a height of more than ten feet, stirring up layers of water mist on the ground, and the icy cold touch spreads on the skin, refreshing.

Yin Wuyao smiled confidently and said that there is a deep cave behind the waterfall.

He stretched out his hand, held the hand of the waste tightly, brought the boy into his arms, tapped his toes, and moved towards the water curtain with lightness kung fu. The two of them passed through the curtain made of water, and they only touched each other slightly. Drank a little water.

Yin Wuyao wiped Zhi Fei's wet hair with his sleeve, then put it to his mouth and kissed it.

Although the cave is dark and deep, traces of people living there can be seen.

Crude wooden bowls and stone beds, and something like grass roots.

Yin Wuyao explained with a smile that he had seen this kind of herb from Wen Han's yard, and he had come into contact with this kind of herb more than ten years ago.

As he said that, he looked at Zhi Fei with apologetic and affectionate eyes, and Yin Wuyao didn't intend to hide that this herbal medicine was exactly what was used to nourish blood Gu back then.

With the mentality of giving it a try, see if you can meet the Taoist priest who was related to the Soul Transference Technique, and now you have really found the place where the sloppy Taoist once lived.

Zhi Fei stretched out his hand to touch the herb that was already fused with the soil, feeling an unknown feeling in his heart.

Yin Wuyao held his hand in distress, and when he lowered his head to kiss him, he saw the writing on the stone wall that was about to fall off.

After lighting the torch to illuminate the stone wall, Yin Wuyao carefully read the words on it, and then laughed softly.

In the laughter, there is comfort, confidence, and relief.

He said, "Xiaoqi, I found a way."

Later they stayed in the cave to study the things recorded on the stone wall, went into the mountain to collect medicinal materials during the day, and Yin Wuyao taught and practiced kung fu at night.

Because he has a little foundation, the speed of learning is not slow, but the progress is not in line with his own imagination.

For example, when he was swinging his sword, Yin Wuyao held his wrist from behind, instructing him how to be lucky, how to use force, and from which direction to swing to which direction is more lethal.

After practicing, the man lowered his head and gnawed at the young man's white neck. The numb and itchy feeling made Zhi Fei let go of his hand, and the sword fell to the ground, but no one noticed.

The man familiarly teased the sensitive spots of the boy's whole body, put his hand into the boy's inner skirt, wandered on the light pink cloth, the loose robe revealed the boy's attractive collarbone, and then kissed the boy deeply. lips.

Listen to his broken groans.

Kissing and kissing, when the boy was already in a half-drowsy state, the two of them had already arrived on the bed, gently lifted the boy's almost loose clothes, and pressed the whole body on it.

The hot place pressed against the boy's thigh, Zhibai's face was so red that it was about to bleed.

The tightly biting lower lip and slightly frowning brows added a bit of sadism, but the man still couldn't bear to hurt him.

He just lowered his head and kissed the red and swollen lips, "Don't be nervous, the night is still long..."

Zhi Fei grabbed the bed sheet unbearably, and released it once in Yin Wuyao's hands.

On her flushed face was a lingering obsession, and her normally indifferent and gentle expression was now tainted with a bewitching beauty.

Yin Wuyao used the mucus on his hands to carefully expand the tunnel behind him for the young man.

The moment he entered the young man's body, he clearly felt that his string called reason had collapsed, and what was left was only love.

Like it's about to overflow.