The prince is difficult

The night was silent, and the cold wind rustled outside.In the imperial study room, however, the lights were brightly lit, and the heating was flowing throughout the room.

Gong Ding buried the first batch of memorials, and the father-in-law next to him held the lamp, and the room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

after a while

"Go down."

Putting down the memorial in his hand and dismissing the people who were serving him, Gong Ding recalled the casual glance in Wanfeng Tower a few days ago, and saw the child in Ye Zhixin's hands, his eyebrows and eyes looked very much like her.

Gong Ding stood up, walked around the room twice, and couldn't help muttering, "Like, it's so similar, Mo, don't you think so?"

"Yes, the little prince has inherited the demeanor of Concubine Ru back then."

At some point, a shadow quietly stood beside Gong Ding, just a step away.

Gong Ding raised his eyebrows, and there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, then he seemed to think of something, and his face became serious: "What happened to what I ordered?"

Shadow said: "Fortunately, according to your order, the emperor, as soon as the servant mentioned Concubine Ru, King Li Xian agreed. Now he is still on the road and will arrive in the capital soon."

"Okay, when the time comes, I want to see who dares to stop me, hmph."

Outside Wanfeng Tower, Gong Yubo stood tall and straight, and only raised her head when she heard approaching footsteps, her handsome face was full of anticipation.

Ye Zhixin couldn't bear to look directly at him, so she turned sideways, "Third Prince, please go back."

She couldn't count the number of times she refused. Ever since Wanfeng Building suffered a fire disaster, Gong Jin had been lying on the bed for several days because of fright. Fortunately, Ye Xiangrong had been taking care of her. No, it's not convenient now. Seeing guests is not suitable for playing with the third prince.

"Aunt Ye, please let me meet Xiaojin, just once, I promise I won't take Xiaojin out to run around. Otherwise, just let me see Xiaojin from a distance." Gong Yubo almost knelt down to her.

In the past five years, Ye Zhixin has seen Gong Yubo's kindness to Gong Jin. If possible, she would not want to reject this man whom Gong Jin has always regarded as a good brother.

"Third Prince, it's not convenient for Jin'er to see guests, so go back."

Gong Yubo clenched her fists, looked at it reluctantly, and then decided, if the soft ones are not enough, then the hard ones.

After the twelfth lunar month, the empress said, "Hold the New Year's banquet in the palace wantonly", and everyone in the palace began to arrange it seriously.It is said that this year's banquet, there are unexpected distinguished guests entering the palace.

Everyone has speculated whether it is General Mu who is far away in the border town, or Prime Minister Wen who has retired and still enjoys the respect of others?

As for who?

Confidential.

"Have you heard that General Mu has rushed back from the border town. In my opinion, the person who can make the empress work hard must be General Mu."

"Hey, keep your voice down, if people listen to this, let alone walk around because you can't eat, you might—"

"Oh."

"You may not know that the empress was saved by General Mu, so..."

Gong Yubo stood in a dark corner, waiting for the maids who were lighting the lamps in the middle of the night to get farther and farther away, before leaving quietly and calmly.

Standing in the distance, looking at the direction of Wanfeng Tower, darkness shrouded the top, and there was a dead silence, as if all the breath was burned away with the fire.

Gong Yubo shuttled through the room familiarly, and quickly reached Gong Jin's room without holding a lamp.

"Xiao Jin." Muttered almost silently, Gong Yubo stood by the bed and looked at the little guy who was frowning in his sleep, gently stroking that little face that didn't look like a man with his tentacles, the cold touch Gong Yubo couldn't help frowning, through the faint moonlight outside the room, he could see Gong Jin's pale and bloodless face.

"Aunt Ye really didn't lie to me." From then on, in Gong Yubo's mind, apart from taking good care of Gong Jin, she had another goal, which was to find the best doctor in the world and cure Gong Jin.

This stop lasted most of the night.

As early as when Gong Yubo set foot in Wanfeng Tower, a pair of eyes looked at him motionlessly in the dark, until his identity was confirmed, Ye Zhixin let it go, she saw a characteristic in this child, she didn't know what to say His upbringing is good or bad.

Gong Jin opened her dazed eyes, first moved her nose twice, and soon found the small oil bag next to the bed, opened it, and found that it was his favorite pastry.

"Aunt Ye."

"Did the third brother come to see me?"

The soft voice, thin and lingering, made people wish they could just hold the child in their arms and rub it a few times.

Ye Zhixin said helplessly, "Jin'er, listen to Aunt Ye, don't see the third prince during this time."

Gong Jin pouted and asked with displeasure, "Aunt Ye, why?"

While helping him to dress, Ye Zhixin asked, "Doesn't Jin'er want a healthy body like the third prince?"

"I think." Gong Jin replied without hesitation, and then asked with a tilted head, "But what does having a healthy body have anything to do with meeting Third Brother?"

Ye Zhixin knew that the little prince was a ghost, and she didn't intend to give any other explanations, so she discussed, "When Jin'er gets through this stage, Aunt Ye won't stop you from seeing your third brother, how about it?"

Gong Jin still wanted to fight for benefits, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by someone outside the door.

"Little Jin'er, are you awake?"

Ye Zhixin spread her hands, then opened the door, "You're finally here."

I don't know if it was Gong Jin's illusion, but he always felt that Aunt Ye breathed a sigh of relief before she left.

"Come on, darling, it's time for us to make medicine."

Ye Xiangrong directly took Gong Jin's hand and walked to his room without refusing.

With the arrival of New Year's Eve, the palace was full of excitement, but it was a little more forbidden than the commotion among the people.

After successfully "sneaking" into Wanfeng Tower that night, Gong Yubo still visited every day, and she was not angry when faced with Ye Zhixin's repeated rejections. Instead, she would politely ask, "Aunt Ye, what else do I have?" How soon can I see Xiaojin?"

Ye Zhixin was also happy that he played stupid in front of her, then calculated the time for Gong Jin to heal, and gave the answer casually.

After the eighth day.

Gong Yubo felt a little regretful, since then, he couldn't spend the New Year's Eve and New Year's banquet with Xiao Jin in an open and aboveboard manner.

But fortunately, you can still take a good look at night.

The people beat gongs and drums, decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the excitement was even more lively than that of new couples getting married.

Fortunately, this is not the case in the imperial palace. In the harem, a group of concubines headed by the empress are receiving their own material one by one, new year, new clothes, and new ideas.

Everyone is thinking about how to make a deep impression in front of the emperor with what kind of posture and what kind of specialties during the New Year banquet.

On weekdays, those concubines who were cold-hearted by the emperor are all gearing up.Even the mothers and concubines of several princes are having a headache for the show.

So with the coming of the New Year's banquet, the princes were like sparrows being let loose, happily playing with each other.

In this year, if it is said who is the most comfortable person, there is probably no one except Gong Jin.

The moment you wake up every day, you can hold your favorite snacks, and your saliva will flow all over the floor.

With the advent of good days, although Gong Jin is not aware of the grand occasion outside the Wanfeng Building, he is full of anticipation, because in his room, not only is there more food to eat, but even more things to play with. .

Why did he have the illusion that the third brother moved everything from the world?

"Aunt Ye, why did the third brother send you strange things recently? They were all wrapped in red paper. And this, what are the copper plates inside?" Gong Jin began to study the things in his room. The thing is bright red, and it is particularly conspicuous at first glance.

Ye Zhixin glanced at the red envelope that Gong Yubo imitated the folks who gave Gong Jin, her forehead was protruding and protruding.

How can she explain to a child who doesn't know anything about the recent Chinese New Year, that red represents celebration, and that red envelope represents backgammon...

"Aunt Ye, why doesn't the third brother wait for me to wake up, every time he takes advantage of me falling asleep." This is also what Gong Jin is most angry with. He was quite happy when he saw those pastries at first.But after a long time, he couldn't see his only playmate, but he was not reconciled.

eighth day

It was a joyous day, but the entire palace fell into a gloomy atmosphere.There is no other reason. On the day of the annual banquet, the honored guests invited by the emperor came, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

Not only that, but this distinguished guest also raised a very unreasonable opinion on such a grand occasion.

——Let Concubine Ru's son be included in the imperial jade butterfly.

It means that the titles of the princes should be changed.

Gong Yubo was very satisfied with this proposal, but seeing his mother's concubine's ugly face, he pinched his fingers hard into his thigh.

King Li Xian is the adoptive father of Concubine Ru, and he only found out about the poisoning of Concubine Ru and the emperor's heirs a few months later. Dead, all clues broken.He is not reconciled, and there is nothing he can do.

Now, he traveled thousands of miles from his hometown to the capital just to get the Four Emperors' uterus into the royal genealogy. Apart from rectifying his name, he also wanted to take care of this ill-fated child himself.

With this unexpected blow, everyone who was hit was thrown into a mess in the wind.

As for the result, Gong Yubo always wanted to know, but those people's mouths were too stubborn.

He kept in mind that after the eighth day of the lunar new year, he still had a few days to spend with Xiaojin.

Looking at her mother and concubine and her own uncle, Gong Yubo became more and more silent.

Let's say goodbye today, I don't know what night it is.

When can we meet again.