The reborn prince is hard to raise

Thunder roared outside the window. Although the doors and windows had been closed tightly, the intense light of lightning still struck through the gaps in the carved wooden windows, and the room flickered on and off.The celadon vase placed in the corner was swept by bursts of white light, casting shadows on the wall, which looked a bit gloomy.

Countless raindrops dripped on the bluestone slab, making the night very noisy.

A young man in a coir raincoat was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and hurriedly walked from outside the courtyard, his figure was almost covered by the rain curtain.The rainwater dripped continuously along the edge of the paper umbrella and landed on the coir raincoat, and you could vaguely see the condensed water drops slowly falling down.

He stepped up the steps in a few steps, and the water splashed by his boots left several watermarks on the stone steps.Seeing him coming, the young man who had been standing at the door quickly took the umbrella he handed over, and asked anxiously, "Ah Yu, what's the matter?"

He was concerned about the young master who was sleeping on the other side of the door, and his voice was so low that it was almost covered by the sound of rain.

"What else can we do? Our young master has to get married tomorrow, and the housekeeper is running around the house in the rain. I'm afraid that something will go wrong in the big wedding tomorrow."

The boy named Ayu wiped his face, his hair wet by the rain stuck to his forehead, with a sneer on his face, he patted the coir raincoat on his body, lowered his head and muttered, "It's raining heavily. Yes, I don’t know what other places will be affected.”

He looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old, but his eyes were very lively, which made people feel good when they saw him, but his expression at this time was really not good at all.

"Still want to marry?" The boy who helped Ah Yu hold the umbrella frowned slightly, and the pointed end of the umbrella stood on the ground, and the rainwater on the umbrella surface flowed down and meandered away.The lantern hanging on the porch was blown left and right by the wind, and the dim light reflected the watermark on the stone steps, making the boy a little upset.

The rain outside the corridor became more urgent, and one could see streams of water swirling and converging into pools, and the water flowing down from the eaves was like a waterfall.

"Brother, are you confused? How can you not marry after the imperial decree has been issued?"

A Yu said in a low tone, "I don't want the young master to marry into the East Palace either, the young master is so nice, both piano and painting, in our Yongjing, which noble daughter doesn't want to marry into the Gu family to be the young master's wife?

But now the young master is going to marry into the East Palace, to marry the prince who can't speak at the age of nine!Ah Zheng, tell me, isn't this a joke? "As he spoke, he also became angry, staring at Ah Zheng with his eyes, biting his lips lightly with his teeth.

Although he usually talks a lot, he never speaks truth in front of others, and he can bend around everything he encounters, but now facing his brother, he really can't bear it.

"Ah Yu." Ah Zheng scolded in a low voice, "These are not things we can talk about, about the prince, don't let me hear it from your mouth in the future." His eyes were filled with reproach.

Ayu glanced at him, lowered his head and did not speak.He has listened to his brother since he was a child, knowing that he is doing it for his own good.So I was blamed and didn't say a word.

"No matter what, we just need to follow the young master well." A Zheng looked back at the dark room, listened carefully but found no noise, and said worriedly, "Such a big thunder, I hope the young master is not caught. I woke up." If I woke up, would I get up and read until dawn again?

Although people in the mansion are saying that the ninth son is married to the current crown prince, and when the prince ascends the throne in the future, the son will definitely be the regent queen, and with the support of the Gu family behind him, it is a certainty that he will be in charge of the government.

But Ah Zheng is always sad when he thinks about it. As the direct son of Dayong's first family, the young master is originally amazingly talented. He should show off his glory in the court, but now he wants to marry a man—even if that man It's the prince.

How can there be definite numbers in the world?Although His Majesty has only one child, the Crown Prince, who can be sure that after ten years, the Crown Prince will be the one who ascends the throne?

Just as he was thinking, Azheng suddenly felt Ayu pull his sleeve, and then he heard Ayu say in a loud voice, "What do you want to say, my lord?" His voice was hoarse, but it was easy to distinguish.

A low voice came from the door, with a tired voice, "Come in." The voice was a little low, but it sounded like a low piano sound to my ears.

The two pushed the door open, then quickly turned around and closed the door, blocking the wind, rain, thunder and lightning from the door, and then stood outside the screen and waited quietly.

There is a faint orchid fragrance in the room, making the whole bedroom look quiet and peaceful.The glazed lamp lit in the corner was dimly lit, making the patterns on the screen unclear.

Both of them stared at their toes, even breathing slowly.

"Today, what is the year and month?" After a long silence, a slightly vague voice came from inside the screen, as if the speaker had lost his mind.

Ah Zheng glanced at A Yu who was on the side from the corner of his eye, both of them looked worried, the young master still felt sad thinking about the day of his big wedding tomorrow?When the son was young, he was determined to govern the country and the people, but now, he can only be trapped in one palace.

"My lord, today is the eighth day of September." After Ah Zheng finished speaking, he didn't hear any more noise.

The thunder outside the window still continued, and the white light came in, making the shadows of the two of them fall on the screen, alternately a little frightening.

After the thunder passed, there was a slight rustling sound, as if the young master sat up, and then he heard the young master asking, "How long have you been following me?" His tone was very flat, without emotion, but his spirit was obvious Much better.

"My lord, since you were three years old, our two brothers have been with you for eight years." Their father was the head of the Gu family. After he died of illness, the master took pity on the two chief children and sent them to the ninth son. Be a valet.

"It's been eight years." A thoughtful voice suddenly came out from the screen, and then a low laugh came out, with inexplicable meaning, "A Zheng, A Yu, tell me, I'm going to marry into the East Palace tomorrow, right? ?” Such a thing, in his language, is as simple and easy as going out for a ride tomorrow.

"Yes." Ah Zheng and Ah Yu replied, they didn't know what the young master was thinking, but they must be sad, right?I wanted to comfort the young master not to be sad, but how could such a matter be resolved by saying "don't be sad"?

"Go out." Hearing the tiredness of the voice, the two saluted respectfully and went out the door quietly.When the lightning strikes, one of them can still be seen standing at the door to watch the night.

Lying on the bed, Gu Mingheng inexplicably felt that the embroidered brocade quilt covering his body was a bit hot, and was about to lift it off slightly, but he grabbed the corner of the quilt and held his hands.He looked deeply at the patterns on the brocade quilt, and an incomprehensible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Really back, the night before the big wedding.

He clenched the quilt tightly with his hands, and put all his attention on his hands to stop his body from shaking due to excitement.

It was indeed the night before the wedding.

Thinking of this, Gu Mingheng seemed to lose his strength, his whole body relaxed, his fingers felt a little numb, and he bent unnaturally.His eyes were like deep cold pools without light.His hair was scattered on the pillow, his face was a little pale, listening to the noisy sound of rain outside the house, and the sound of water falling from the eaves, these sounds strangely calmed him down.

He suddenly remembered that not long ago, his body was still chained to the stone wall of the dungeon, where it was dark and damp, and gray and black mice crawled past his feet.He had just swallowed the poisonous wine in his mouth, and the taste of wine still remained on the tip of his tongue, but his mind gradually became confused.

But the crown prince's terrified shriek was repeated very clearly in his ears, "I want A-Heng! I want A-Heng!" The voice gradually approached, and when it reached the door, it was already hoarse.

It must have been blocked, right?Gu Mingheng was thinking in a daze, how could King An let you see me so easily, no, you are no longer the prince...

His vision gradually darkened. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely felt Lu Chengning throwing himself on top of him, crying, but he couldn't hear him anymore.

you cry?You who didn't know what crying was since you were a child, but now you are crying because of me.

When Gu Mingheng came back to his senses, he felt his face was wet and cool, and raised his hand to touch it lightly, only to realize that he was also crying.At this time, the calluses on my hands were not so thick, and I didn't know how many ink brushes I wasted when I was painting every day in the East Palace in those years.Now, I am only eleven years old, with only a thin layer of calluses on my fingers.Gu Mingheng felt that this feeling was very strange, but it also made people feel horrified.

Is this a real dream, or am I really returning to the past after my death?

If it is a dream, it is too real.He lowered his eyes, Lu Chengning, tomorrow, I will marry you again.What are you doing right now?Are you staring at the raindrops outside the window in a daze, refusing to go to sleep, or, already asleep, dreaming a dream that no one knows.

Gu Mingheng got up and got out of the bed, and walked around the screen wearing wooden clogs. The sound of the soles of the shoes hitting the ground was very low, matching the raindrops, like a melody with a clear and rapid rhythm.

I lit the water-colored glazed lamp on the desk, and my vision became clear for a while.

The rainy night was a bit chilly, but Gu Mingheng didn't realize it. He stared at the ink stains on the white rice paper, which were left by him during the day when he wanted to ink but couldn't write because of his complicated mood.

After being dazed for a while, he decisively picked up the rice paper, crumpled it into a ball with his hands together, and threw it into the Jingtai silver silk altar on the side, where there were already many paper balls.

After adding water to the square inkstone, he picked up the pekoe, thought for a while and changed to a thinner pen, then picked up the pen and drew the first lines on the paper.

When I faintly heard the third watch drum, I looked at the paper for a while before putting down my pen.His gaze on the characters in the painting is complicated, but finally there is a faint light.Tiredly rubbing the center of his brows, he took a last look at the person in the painting, turned around and walked around the screen to leave.

The sound of wooden clogs paused, which made people feel melancholy and inexplicable in their ears.

A small wind blows from the gap, raising the thin drawing paper.Above, a handsome young man dressed in bright yellow clothes was sitting under the peach tree, his eyes fell on the flying peach petals, and his expression was stunned.

Lu Chengning, no matter whether you are an idiot or not, in this life, I, Gu Mingheng, will not let anyone take away your position, just because you are the only one who shed tears for my death.