Lian Jun

Looking at half a month later, the contact letter sent by Bo En has been lost, and there is no news.Wei Chiqi was afraid that he would be sad, so he comforted him and asked him to write another letter. This time, he rode his horse to the post station in the city to vote.

Bo En got up and looked over the window at the figure of Wei Chiqi leaving with the letter.The camellias in the courtyard began to wither away gradually, and the whole flower fell from the branch and fell to the ground, but it was as intact as a newly bloomed flower in the mud.

Suddenly, he had this thought: If the letter he sent was never answered, if no one could find him, if he really was the ordinary little prince Fu Si, how wonderful it would be...

After Wei Chixi left, Wei Yinyin came to see him, the courtyard was always lively.

Wei Yinyin was carrying a food box, and the apricot yellow shirt made the little girl lively and lively.Inside the box, there is a layer of persimmon cakes and a layer of amber kernel crisps.

"Brother Chi Qi said that Mr. Fu's handwriting is beautiful, let me learn from you." Wei Yinyin said, her handwriting was worse than his elder brother's.Wei Chixi saw that instead of following Ming Feng and the others to get rougher, she might as well follow Fu Sixue to learn gentleness and be quieter.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Bo En said, looking at the little girl with her chin in her hands, still a little shy.

However, Wei Yinyin seemed to have learned something more interesting than practicing calligraphy, her eyes sparkled, and she smiled at Bo En, who was opposite her, "Then you will be my little teacher from now on!"

She felt that Young Master Fu looked only a few years older than him, so she called him "Little Mister".

The young gentleman blushed and was even more embarrassed.

Since then, there has been a chattering little girl in the small courtyard, and most of the snacks brought to her husband have entered her stomach.Speaking of practicing calligraphy, it was very difficult for her to even hang her wrists, so she had to lie on the desk and write next to the table.Bo En didn't know how to teach, so he had to write some strokes and copy them for her.

For the first time, Wei Chiqi disliked his own sister, and every time he came back to look for Bo En, he would see him being surrounded by Wei Yinyin, chirping and asking questions.Bo En is not as smooth-talking as Mingfeng, and often holds the teacup at a loss, neither sitting nor walking.

Wei Chiqi thought the girl was noisy and asked her to come less in the future.Wei Yinyin, on the other hand, thought she was right, holding a purple hair in her hand, and holding a brush as if she were holding a sword, proudly said to her elder brother: "Brother Chi Qi drove me here to learn calligraphy, now If you want to drive me away again, you can't!"

"Let you learn to write? What have you learned?" Wei Chiqi glanced at the ghostly symbols on the desk, pointed and commented: "Even if it was caught by a cat's paw, it is better than your hand."

"Slightly!" Wei Yinyin wrinkled her face in disbelief, and stuck out her tongue.

Bo En came out to smooth things over, stepped forward and pulled Lawei Chiqi's sleeve corner, and said softly: "There is still progress..."

"Don't indulge her all the time, I will come to trouble you more in the future." Wei Chiqi turned his wrist and shook the other's hand naturally, muttering: "Why is it so cold..."

It's not the first time that Bo En has been dragged by him. Wei Chixi was always worried that he would not be able to keep up with him, or was too impatient to wait, so he dragged him along.

This time his heart was pounding, not to say he was uncomfortable, but he even seemed to be benefiting from Wei Chiqi's care.

Since he was born, he has been surrounded and taken care of, so he doesn't have to worry about everything by himself.It was just respect and obedience due to their status, but Wei Chiqi's was different, too natural, just like they should be.

Wei Chiqi didn't expect that he would drag him along without any reason, and he had no reason to go where.It's just that the voice of the person behind him whispered into his ears, and he tugged on his sleeve as if begging for mercy.He moved faster than his brain, and he grabbed it with just a change of hand.

It seemed deliberate to let go again, holding his smaller hand, which was freezing cold in the autumn, so I had to mutter, worried that he would be frozen.

Wei Yinyin looked at Cai Cai who was still aggressive just now, but the elder brother who was about to flick her finger suddenly became quiet.She didn't care about him any more, but only cared about her little husband.

Then I felt one of them: Mr. Xiao, not only can teach her to write, but also control her elder brother.

It's the best of both worlds!

Bo En didn't expect that Wei Chixi would casually say "hands are cold", and send a lot of clothes and bedding over the next day, and even Yintan rushed Mingfeng and the others to bring two or three baskets, as if they were going through the winter.

I looked at it without knowing it, and thought it was already the snowy weather of Dongyue.

"Where can I use these, I..."

Before Bo En finished speaking, Wei Chiqi had already shaken off a sky-green warm satin cloak involuntarily, wrapping up the young man who was "fragile" and "cold in blood" in his eyes.

Bo En had no choice but to accept it obediently, and let Wei Chixi make a fuss, and said, "Thank you, brother Chiqi."

Falling into Wei Chixi's ears, the soft tone of his voice was like a young shoot of a spring willow, blowing with the east wind, sweeping across the heart.

Ming Feng raised his elbow and slapped Ming Yun who was on the side, so that he could take care of himself, tilted his head and leaned over to make a small talk: "You said that if I call cold, will our young owner also send charcoal to me? clothes?"

Ming Yun, who never liked to talk to him, sneered, rarely answered, folded his arms and looked sideways, and said to him: "Yes, the young master will bury you in charcoal, and you can't even dig it out."

Mingfeng was shocked by his silent brother, how could he speak so viciously!

Wei Yinyin didn't come for a few days and went to learn how to throw darts with the old owner.The few of them gathered in the courtyard were bored, and after talking about the interesting things in the villa, they began to chat about the general trend of the world.

Speaking of these old emperors who are fatuous, they don't have a prince, and they can't check and balance, so they let the princes below make trouble.The eldest prince is old, has participated in politics for many years, and occupies the title of eldest son.The third prince is useless, and the fifth prince is notorious for his broken sleeves, which is a joke in the capital.Only the fourth prince has made countless military achievements, which are the achievements of real fighting on the battlefield.This time leading his troops back to Beijing, he must flex his muscles.

There is also a seventh child born of the empress, who has never heard of anything famous.All I know is that the empress died young, and the old emperor cherished his young son like a treasure. Many people speculated that the future would be the crown prince.

Now that the old emperor died of illness, the succession of Datong has not been settled.In the court, the eldest prince and the fourth prince are fighting openly and secretly, one is in politics, the other is in the army, each has its own advantages and disadvantages.Recently there have been rumors in Beijing that the late emperor entrusted his son with his last words, and the two elder brothers refused to accept it, which is why the new emperor has not been embraced for a long time.

What's more, the Seventh Prince has been assassinated and his whereabouts are unknown.Who owns this world is still unknown.

And a group of veteran officials in the court, as the humerus of the court, have served in the government for many years, no one recognizes them, clamoring for the late emperor to affix the imperial edict of the great seal with his own hand.The relatives of the royal family don't know what's going on in the future, and they can't offend anyone, so they have to avoid suspicion.

However, before the late emperor died, the last thing left behind was his own son.Afterwards, the whereabouts of the Seventh Prince was unknown, and it was so tricky that people couldn't help but think about it.Those old ministers knew better, so they gritted their teeth and stood there, trying to support the orthodoxy, inherit the last wish of the first emperor, and support the lineage.

"Three princes, one occupying the throne, one occupying the head, and one supporting the army. Who do you think has a better chance of winning?" Ming Feng asked, discussing world affairs, his tone seemed to be similar to opening a dice cup.

Ming Yun has always paid attention to strength when speaking, and chose the fourth prince who holds the military power.

Wei Chiqi said thoughtfully: "It is said that when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins. The Seventh Prince has the most sacred heart and is the rightful son, but he has not come out for a long time. It is not easy to think about it."

Bo En was the only one left who had been listening quietly and without saying a word. Several people looked at him naturally, but he didn't speculate on who the change of owner belonged to, but followed Wei Chixi's talk about the Seventh Prince and continued: "Maybe it's because this son-in-law is really incompetent and has found a place to hide?"

But Ming Feng laughed loudly and said: "If I were the seventh child, I could get the imperial decree, and I would have been enthroned as emperor long ago, so why should I hide?"

The more he talked, the more he lost his edge, and Wei Chixi slapped him with a palm: "You should be less excited!"

He also said with emotion: "No matter who takes the throne in the end, I only hope that the world will be peaceful, and the happiness of the people is a real blessing."

Now that the two factions are fighting, the capital is full of smog, but who cares about the life and death of ordinary people?He has been traveling in the past six months, has he not seen much?

Bo En took a deep look at the emotional Wei Chixi, and under the cover of his wide sleeves, he tightly clenched the bracelet on his left wrist. Every time he touched it, he was chilled to the bone.

He is the incompetent son of the eldest son, the seventh child that Mingfeng said, who really got the will.The two elder brothers in Beijing were in dispute, and the ownership of the throne was all in the hands of the seventh prince whose whereabouts were unknown.