His Royal Highness the First Prince of Daliang

"Silence!"

Kang Ning vaguely heard Bi Tao scolding the little girl.

"Anyone who dares to show the slightest bit of talk in front of the master, I will go and skin him personally, wring out his tongue with scissors, throw him into the well, and make him a mute in this life and the next life." !"

Bi Tao's voice was already extremely low outside the Nuan Pavilion, but this dim bedroom was too quiet.

He even said such vicious words, what is he going to hide from him?

Kang Ning smiled wryly while waking up from a drowsy dream, but he didn't have the energy and desire to pursue at all. He just wanted to be a chaotic deaf and blind man, and continue to sink into the boundless, dark dream.

He even forgot how long he had been sleeping like this, and it seemed that he was just continuing some kind of boring inertia after sleeping. After all, when he opened his eyes, he could only see the cautious expression of his father, mother and concubine, as if he was afraid of throwing him. With shattered eyes, I saw the silent gestures of the palace servants and the mournful faces of the concubines.It made him really impatient to watch, and even the energy to deal with it was exhausted.

It seems that it has been too long since I have seen the sun, blown the wind, or heard the laughter of people.

He guessed that he might not live long.

Only in the occasional sober afternoon, he would hold up a little interest and ask someone to help him to sit in the courtyard for a while, look at the courtyard wall carved with crescent moons and stars in Shu Palace, and listen to the little maids in his palace. The sound of reading.

Most of the time he heard the voice of the little maid in his ears, but his thoughts were flying in the air.Occasionally, he would miss the innocent and foolish dream time of his childhood, and more often, he would always think of the appearance of the eldest brother when he was alive.

Many things have to be revisited after a few years to understand the meaning of the scene at that time.

He remembered that when he was young, he went out of the palace with the elder brother, who took him to a teahouse in Beijing to listen to an opera and eat snacks. Velvet flowers.

Brother Huang was the most sympathetic to the poor and the weak. When he saw the old woman, he took Kang Ning's hand and asked him, "Brother Huang bought a basket of velvet flowers for you, okay? You can take it back and share it with your sisters." Wear it and play."

Kang Ning nodded in memory.

What about the back?Kang Ning smiled and recalled—they were sitting in the carriage on the way back, as if Kang Ning had crawled onto someone else with his hands and feet, and it was Brother Dahuang who hugged him off the other person and scolded him harshly.

At that time, Kang Ning only knew what to say and coaxed his brother who didn't know what to do, but he didn't know what Li Jingyu was angry about.

Now he has a clear mind, and he knows everything he should know, and when he thinks back to his silly appearance when he was a child, he just feels sad and funny.

He swayed in the warm wind and gently closed his eyes.

……and many more.

Wait - someone else?

who's that person? !

It was as if a thunderbolt suddenly penetrated through Kang Ning's sickly and chaotic mind, and he froze all of a sudden, and the rare sobriety descended on his weak and exhausted body again.

——Qi Changfeng!

How long has he slept?How long has he not heard from Qi Changfeng?

What about Qi Changfeng's letter?What about the private letter Qi Changfeng wrote to him that was always sent back with the battle report in one or two days?

Kang Ning's face paled sharply, and almost lost the little bit of blood on his face that was hard-fried by the afternoon sun for a moment. He stood upright from the couch, and with difficulty raised his hand to press the book held by the little maid beside him:

"Qi Changfeng..." He said these three words very softly but clearly.

It had been a long time since Kang Ning had such keenness—he could see the unconcealable panic on the little girl's face at a glance.

"Don't panic." Kang Ning's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was already beating violently: "Why are you panicking? What happened to him?"

The little prince firmly supported the little maid's arm, and his current strength did not look like that of a person who had been ill for a long time.His voice is gentle and sweet, like the clear spring water that has just melted from the snow-capped mountains falling straight down from the rocks, with a hint of soothing and coaxing: "Don't be afraid, just tell me."

"Your Highness," Biyun trembled violently, looking almost sadly at the little master's beautiful face that was so close to him, "This servant really doesn't know, don't ask, don't ask, okay? Lie down quickly, lie back, and this servant will read to you!"

I don't know where the strength came from to support Kang Ning to stand up steadily. His hair was loose, and the black hair was hanging on the wide sleeves of the robe. The whole person seemed to be so weak that he was about to disappear in the sunlight. :

"Please don't hide it from me anymore," he lowered his voice, almost begging the lowly little maid, "don't hide everything from me anymore, okay? Tell me. Tell me. Where is Qi Changfeng's letter? ? What happened to him?"

"What can she know!"

At this moment, Bi Tao strode out of the palace with a plate of hot ginger tea in her arms. She gave Kang Ning a vicious look at the little palace maid, and scared the little girl who could not stand the trouble. But in a nonchalant tone:

"Master, why are you embarrassing this stupid girl! Seeing how flustered she is, she can't even speak clearly," Bitao put the ginger tea tray firmly on the stone table in the courtyard, and came to help her first. Sitting down with Kang Ning, "It's the master who is sick, so His Majesty told us to keep it a secret."

"Just two months ago, General Qi made a great contribution in the last battle against the rebellious king. Sure enough, he took the head of the rebel out of tens of thousands of troops. It is said that the southern army will rest in Baihe for a while. Take advantage of the victory and continue going south." Her mind was spinning quickly, and she knew that Kang Ning was no longer the foolish little highness she was a few years ago, and there was no way to coax him with a few light words:

"It's just that General Qi suffered some minor injuries in this battle. He had to stay alone in Baihe to rectify his injuries. After recovering from his injuries, he could catch up with the Southern Conscript Army. That's why the letter couldn't be sent back with the battle report. After all, isn’t it because the master’s illness will never recover? Your majesty and empress are afraid that the news will make your highness worry and make you even more depressed, so they repeatedly ordered us to keep it from you.”

Kang Ning looked at her for a while, neither believing nor disbelief.

Then he suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "Biyun," he called the name of the little maid on the left who was trembling with fright, "what month is it now?"

There was no time for Bi Tao to stop her, the young maid had already answered the master's question timidly: "Your Highness, it is the end of September."

Corning sighed lightly.

"Bitao, what kind of minor injury can make someone disappear for three months?"

"Master, do you not believe my words?" The palace lady asked back while standing in front of the couch, with a calm smile on her face, and poured a cup of ginger tea for him unhurriedly, "What did I say?" Having said that, Qi Xiaolang’s letter hasn’t arrived yet?”

At this time, her address to Qi Changfeng returned to a few years ago, when Qi Changfeng was still hanging out with Kang Ning in the palace all day long, her tone seemed familiar and intimate.

Facing Kang Ning's eyes that brightened suddenly, the palace lady's nails pinched her palm tightly, almost bleeding, but there was still a flawless smile on her face:

"It is said that a letter from the master sent by Qi Xiaolang went to His Majesty a while ago." Bi Tao recalled.

In her memory, she knelt in front of Emperor Hui and heard the father tell him word by word: "I have also prepared a letter of safety written in Changfeng's handwriting and tone. If Kang Ning really can't hide it, If he wants it, tell him that the letter has arrived in a few days, and if he wants it, come and give it to him.”

——"I've been busy with my master's illness these past two days, and I'm afraid that my master will take too much effort to read the letter. If you want it right away, and the servant girl goes over to get the letter right now, what's the problem?"

"I want it now." Kang Ning eagerly looked at his grand lady, almost unable to wait for a moment.

Bi Tao responded with a smile again, "Cuihai!" She called another court lady who came to Kang Ning with her back then, "Help the master in, the evening wind will cool down." Kang Ning gave Biyun a gouged look, "This little girl doesn't know how to serve, she's reckless, I can't ask her to be by Master's side in the future!"

"You're making noise in front of the master again, little girl! This is also an older sister? Also, why don't you help the master yourself, but ask me to order you around?" Cui Hai walked over quickly, feeling angry and strange He glanced at Bitao.

"Our Highness is anxious to read the letter Qi Xiaolang sent back! I want to run errands for him!" Bi Tao retorted.

Cui Hai's face remained unchanged, and she only nodded with a smile: "Then you can go quickly! I said earlier, when His Highness recovers from his illness and remembers, he will definitely ask in a hurry!" Then she helped Kang Ning to turn around, Meticulously and gently leading the sick young man back to the deep palace from the autumn light at dusk.

Behind them, Bi Tao, who had already walked quickly outside the palace wall, completely collapsed. She hardly looked like the eldest aunt who was in charge of palace affairs in the prince's palace. Big drops of tears rolled down her delicate face, directly It hit the steps paved with precious white stones outside Wangshu Palace.

Before the sky darkened, Kang Ning finally got the souvenir from Qi Changfeng, which had given him countless comforts in the past few years.

He hastily unfolded the few pieces of paper, and almost couldn't wait to read them line by line. On the letter paper were Qi Changfeng's handwriting that he was familiar with, Qi Changfeng's tone of voice that made him very kind, and Qi Changfeng's time when he wrote the letter. Unique little habits...

But the smile on the little prince's face disappeared little by little.At this very moment, the last ray of sunlight in the sky also disappeared into the gloomy blood-red West Mountain, and there was no longer a slight ripple on the windless water surface.

"What happened to him?" Kang Ning raised his eyes, and a few pieces of paper slipped from between his fingers, and fell lightly to the ground.

"You don't have the ability to make such a letter, and you can't get the special letter paper for supply and demand in the military. You can ask Father to lie to me in such a serious way—"

"Qi Changfeng is dead, isn't he?"