His Royal Highness the First Prince of Daliang

At that time, Emperor Liang Hui was exchanging some conjectures about strange powers and gods with Master Huitong of Ci'an Temple.

Kang Ning fell ill several times in the spring and summer, and dreamed of the book he had read twice last year. Although he never told anyone about it after waking up, the emperor accidentally heard the child raving when he was with his son. His name: "Bai Fan." It was the boudoir name of Meng Yushi's original wife's eldest daughter whom he ordered his subordinates to investigate.

The youngest son in the deep palace, who doesn't know the world, is called Zhun Meng Yushi, the first wife of an unknown Beijing official who is unknown to outsiders, leaving behind an eldest daughter, which is already amazing.Although Meng Yushi, Ms. Meng, and even Li Wenlun's sister were not found to have any abnormal behaviors and behaviors, Emperor Hui never removed the monitoring staff.

Even later, the youngest son was able to call out Miss Meng's boudoir name. The emperor had already made insinuations, and no one in the palace cared about Meng Hongli's backyard.

The baby son was sick, and the father was already in a very irritable mood, and this incident revealed a strange ominousness—Emperor Liang Hui was an emperor with a rich imagination, or a big brain.He suspected that Meng Hongli's former spouse who was born as a commoner died for no reason, and he had a grudge, or he was worried about his daughter, so he was entangled in the dream of his youngest son, hoping that the sons and daughters of the dragon and phoenix would uphold justice for her and her daughter.

As for why not seek revenge from Meng Hongli's chief boss, the emperor?Because he is the emperor of the real dragon, he can't get close to the lonely soul.And the other nobles in the palace were also in good health, shrouded in the brilliant purple aura in the palace, unable to be disturbed by ghosts.Only his Kang Ning, who is young, weak in soul energy, and often sick from birth, will this grievance linger - didn't you see that Kang Ning always dreamed about the Meng family when he was sick?

He is very logical and self-consistent.

Master Huitong felt that His Majesty the Emperor deserved to be the one who wrote the Thirteen Theories of the North and South, and the ability to conceive the plot is really powerful!But this matter is really bizarre, and he can't give a more reasonable explanation, let alone a solution.He can't say, Your Majesty, why don't you try cutting Meng Yushi off?

Just as he was hesitating, the inner supervisor Feizhou stepped forward to deliver a message.Feizhou is a tea eunuch that Emperor Hui has liked very much for more than a year. He has a soft face and a moving rhythm when speaking. There is one simple thing—Mr. Yunxia wants to take a surname Qi's Xiaolangjun saw him, and he reported it like singing.

"Hmph, he also knows to come back." Emperor Hui said that he seemed displeased, but his expression was much better with the naked eye, "I am neither serious nor serious, and I am running around all over the world at an old age, risking giving away the person I want. It’s broken. Tell him to take Qi Xiaolang into the palace in the afternoon, and go directly to the Yongchun Palace of the noble concubine, and I will wait for him to reply there!"

Since such an incident occurred, the emperor went directly to Yongchun Palace for lunch at noon.

Although Kang Ning still loves to get sick, he has grown up a lot in the past six months.Last year, he was a full-fledged child. This year, he is like a sapling that has been planted so hard. He has grown taller, and his hair can be combed up.

It's almost September, and the Yongchun Palace still uses ice at this time, which is the only one in the palace.Probably because a few days ago, the little prince was overwhelmed by the heat of the evening, and actually suffered from heat stroke in this early autumn season.He was really spoiled by the emperor's concubine, he would get sick even when he was cold, and he would also get sick when he was hot.The emperor also lamented that if the youngest son hadn't been reborn in the royal family, ordinary families might not be able to support him.

Because I just want to see my uncle and another young boy later on, the imperial concubine didn't dress up her son any more—what Kang Ning wears and uses usually, even if it's just an ordinary item, is already seen outside A rarity beyond reach.

It's just that that bastard Zhao Yunxia didn't know when he would come over. Of course, Concubine Zhao followed her younger son to take an afternoon nap as usual, and also left her confidant lady in the younger son's bedroom to watch the "little hall take an afternoon nap" as the top priority.

She and the emperor will not wait.On such a sunny early autumn afternoon, the imperial concubine grinds and picks up brushes and paints together in the study room filled with cold fragrance, which is a pastime that is more in line with Emperor Hui's aesthetics.

Even if an hour ago he was clamoring to wait for his uncle to come and refuse to take a nap, with Huanqing's skillful pat, the little prince didn't wake up until he had had enough sleep that day.

Before he opened his eyes, he asked softly, "Have little uncle and brother Qi come?"

"It's already here!" Huanqing has already taken the warm cloth handed over by the little girl, and helped the little prince to wipe his face. Ah! The Second Young Master came back from this trip, but it was as black as carbon. And that Mr. Qi Xiaolang, he was indeed a young hero. He was 14 years old, and he was about to be as tall as the First Prince. He was telling His Majesty about his fight in Southern Xinjiang. What about Yi's story! Such a young age, it's amazing..."

With just a few words, Kang Ning was already impatient.

He sideways avoided Huanqing's hand, quickly slid off the bed like a small fish, and ran outside with his shoes and hair disheveled. "Why don't you wake me up!" He shouted unhappily.

"Oh! Your Highness, come back soon!" Huanqing was taken aback, and stomped behind her. "You haven't combed your hair or changed your clothes, and you can't run away, so why are you in such a hurry!"

Kang Ning almost disappeared in front of her, and didn't listen to her at all. Bitao and others held up their combs, coats, belts and accessories and chased after them yelling. shocked.

"What kind of dignity! What is this for!" Nanny Song shouted, suppressing her throat, "Why are these little frozen cats running around? Are they going to turn the world upside down? Don't you know that the little master is resting in the back?"

Huanqing only caught up at this moment, and rolled her eyes angrily when she heard the words, "It's still a while! The one running in the front is the little master. Hearing a few fresh words from a fresh man, he seemed so anxious! I’m tired of wearing clothes! I’m also to blame for my talkativeness, I should tell him when I’m done packing up.” She managed to catch her breath, and didn’t waste time with the two old mothers, so she hurriedly chased the front hall again, “Just don’t If you run too fast and fall, or else all these people will die along with you!"

Qi Changfeng was sitting on the seat below the imperial concubine, and he had heard a series of noises coming from far and near. He already knew that the palace is the most well-regulated place in the world, and he wondered which cardboard this commotion came from. The characters made a fuss.

Then he saw a snow-white little girl with disheveled hair and half-naked jade feet coming out from behind the screen.She turned her eyes to Big Brother Yunxia first, looked around twice, a little strange and a little close, and then turned to him.

She looked at her with curious and direct eyes, without the shyness and shyness that strangers would have when making eye contact. Like a kitten observing humans, she stared at him without any shyness, with a feeling that made her feel ashamed. People are ignorant and innocent.

In good conscience, after wandering in the Central Plains for more than half a year, Qi Changfeng gained a lot of experience following Zhao Yunxia.He has seen famous prostitutes in the south of the Yangtze River, and met the famous Fourteenth Niang, who is the concubine Zhao Gui he is meeting now, and she can also be called a beauty of the city.He is no longer the wild child who regarded Sister Afeng, who delivered cows and sheep in his hometown Baihe last winter, as the most beautiful woman in the world.

But the little princess in front of her was different.She is different from everyone.She wasn't just beautiful - she was so small.

She was—she had an air of wanting to enshrine her and protect her.She is precious, hazy, fragile, innocent, she is a very crystal child.

Maybe it just happened to hit Qi Changfeng's cuteness so hard that Kang Ning just happened to grow into the type he liked, or because of some other reason - Qi Changfeng couldn't think of it at the time anyway, and couldn't say it.The "little girl" who ran in stared at him curiously, and he also stared blankly at the child.

At that time, a sentence was scrolling back and forth in his mind, but his remaining rationality kept him from saying it.He thought, how could there be such a lovely thing in this world?is she realIs it real?

I really want to pinch her.

It was the emperor's act of picking up the child that interrupted this strange staring that actually lasted only a short time.

The youngest son ran in almost barefoot and wearing his underwear. The two emperors, concubines and palace attendants had no time to pay attention to Qi Changfeng's strange reaction.People in the first hall made a fuss around the small, jade-like child who was placed on the emperor's seat just now. The emperor and concubine of the Liang Dynasty tidied up the clothes for the child like the parents of ordinary people. The beautiful and gentle maids The boy servant knelt down, put on his shoes and socks silently, wiped his hands and combed his hair.

All of these - the precious spices and fine silk piled up in this gorgeous deep palace, the care and dedication of all the people, in fact, it is all these that have cultivated Kang Ning's current temperament since he was a child, and he is destined to have a kind of inclination The delicate air that can only be cultivated by the power of a country, a kind of innocence and kindness that is taken for granted.Noble birth is one of them. If he hadn't been weak since he was a child, it would have been difficult to live. The emperor and the imperial concubine were obedient and obedient, and there were almost no demands on him, let alone shrewd and sensible, and he would not be able to grow up as if he lived in a sweet vacuum.

This kind of growth environment, not to mention those confidante women in the Jianghu and the eldest daughter of the family like Concubine Zhao, even the two princesses can't replicate it.

Where did a kid like Qi Changfeng, who grew up in the wild and grew up running in the miasma, see this?The killing and plundering of Nanyi and the persecution of King Xi Nan never broke him, and the reckless killing and wandering in the Central Plains never moved him, but the soft and noble wind that flowed from Kang Ning almost made him Blown out.

The meaning of the representative of imperial power can't really make Qi Changfeng awed, and the title of prince can't make him have any thoughts of loyalty and submission.At this moment, looking at the child who was nervously surrounded by a group of people and still looking at him, Qi Changfeng couldn't see the distinction between high and low bloodlines, high or low status, he could only think that such a precious, rare, and cute little thing, I I want one too.

If only it were mine.

If only this was—my sister.