The reborn prince is hard to raise

The long summer season seems to pour the light of the entire sky into the world. The courtyard is verdant and deep, with mottled light spots on the bluestone board, which sometimes shakes faintly with the sound of the wind.The glazed tiles on the palace in the distance reflected the scorching light, and for a while, the shadows of clouds and the sky were dazzling.

Xie Yunhong stood at the edge of the martial field wearing a gorgeous water-colored robe, and the silver cloud pattern embroidered on the outer garment had a dark brilliance flowing.The ice cicada fan in his hand covered the corners of his lips, his eyes were full of smiles, and he raised his voice and said to Mu Hanjiang, who was gaiting in the arena, "Amu, don't shake your legs, if you shake your legs, it will add another hour."

"Where did you see the young master's legs shaking?" The sweat on Mu Hanjiang's forehead flowed down the wheat-colored skin, leaving obvious traces of sweat.Hearing Xie Yunhong's voice, he immediately roared back.

"Amu, this is not the style of a gentleman. Such an appearance is really hard to see." Xie Yunhong walked slowly to his side, and said in a very "comforting" tone.Under the sunlight, his facial features are more beautiful than those of the ladies in the painting, and his light red lips are slightly raised, like peach blossoms drawn with a fine brush on white porcelain.

He fanned Mu Hanjiang with his folding fan, "Amu, your eldest brother entrusted you to me in a letter. If you are not strict, how can you live up to such trust and trust?"

As he spoke, he leaned slightly to his ear, and asked softly, "Amu, do you think so?"

Mu Hanjiang's figure was instantly unstable, his legs loosened and he almost fell to the ground.Standing firm, looking at Xie Yunhong with a red face, he saw him leaning forward and back with a fan and laughing, his smile was really embarrassing.

"A man looks better than a woman..." Mu Hanjiang muttered, and then he saw the smile on Xie Yunhong's mouth changed, and he looked at him dangerously and asked, "Amu, what did you just do?" —what are you talking about?"

"No! I didn't say anything! I'll go find His Highness and Ah Hong!" Mu Hanjiang suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing. What Xie Yunhong hates the most is that someone says he looks like a woman—even though his appearance is Most women in the world can't match it.As he said that, he ran away quickly, as if there was a wild animal chasing after him.

Xie Yunhong stood on the spot and saw him running away quickly, looking up at the faint clouds floating in the blue sky, his brows and eyes gradually softened.In this East Palace, it is more interesting than imagined.

His water-colored clothes are reflected in the water like clouds flowing in the sky, making it difficult to track down.

Gu Mingheng was teaching Lu Chengning how to write in the Chongwen Hall, when he heard footsteps and turned around, he saw Mu Hanjiang running in with sweat on his head, his light blue shirt was soaked with sweat, and the color was much darker.

"Go get Amu a cup of tea." Gu Mingheng ordered Ayu who was waiting on the side.

The name "Amu" was originally an nickname given to Mu Hanjiang by Xie Yunhong on a whim, but maybe this name is too vivid, even Mr. Zheng began to call Mu Hanjiang like this in private.

Mu Hanjiang didn't think there was anything wrong with the name, so he readily acquiesced.Such a reaction made Xie Yunhong shake his fan and sigh, "It's boring and boring, it's really boring! It really is wood!"

"What's the matter? In such a hurry?" Gu Mingheng asked after passing the tea to Mu Hanjiang, sitting opposite him.His eyes were quiet, and for a moment Mu Hanjiang felt that the heat in his body had dissipated a lot.

"Didn't the teacher say that he would come to pick us up from the palace?" Mu Hanjiang drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, handed it to Ayu, and said with a grin, "More!"

Ayu had already prepared a full pot of tea, filled it up and handed it over to him.

"Do you think the teacher is like you, jumping so fast like a rabbit?" Hearing Xie Yunhong's voice, Mu Hanjiang spit out a mouthful of tea before swallowing it, patting his chest He couldn't stop coughing, and his face turned red.

Seeing his appearance, Gu Mingheng turned his face away and held back his smile, and sure enough, he heard Xie Yunhong's mocking "admiration", "Amu, you look like a reckless man in the mountains. No, how can you be called'" Reckless man', it should be a wild monkey in the mountains." Shi Shiran sat on the chair, picked up the teacup elegantly, and waved his sleeves like flowing water, elegantly.

Mu Hanjiang touched his nose, which he recognized very well, and he would not be able to behave as elegantly as Xie Yunhong and Gu Mingheng in another ten years.

At this time, Lu Chengning, who had been quietly practicing calligraphy, suddenly raised his head and said seriously, "Here comes the Taifu." He has always been used to addressing Zheng Ruyuan as Taifu, perhaps because Gu Mingheng told him, "This is Ah Ning's Taifu" was remembered in my heart, and I have never forgotten it since.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zheng Ruyuan stepping into the hall.Lu Chengning tilted his head and took a closer look. He was sure that his master was not wrong, so he continued to practice calligraphy with his head down.

"Teacher." The three stood up and saluted.Mu Hanjiang looked at Zheng Ruyuan with bright eyes, full of expectation.

"Why, are you afraid that the old man will break his promise?" Zheng Ruyuan sat on the mahogany chair and pretended to glare at Mu Hanjiang, and twirled his beard with one hand.

"Teacher, I don't!" Mu Hanjiang hurriedly said, "Teacher, don't you take me out of the palace!" He has been in the East Palace for so long, and he hasn't gone out once. He just feels like his whole body is going to rust.Although there is also a racecourse in the palace, the fact that he cannot leave the palace really makes him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Okay, okay, skin monkey!" Zheng Ruyuan shook his head helplessly, and then said, "All three of you go and change your robes, and you will leave the palace in a while."

"Teacher, aren't you going?" Gu Mingheng and Xie Yunhong looked at each other, then asked.

"I won't get involved in the affairs of you young people. Today I will stay in the East Palace and teach His Royal Highness to recite the Book of Songs." As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled and asked Lu Chengning, who was practicing calligraphy, "A-Ning, how good is this?"

Lu Chengning heard someone calling his name, looked up at Zheng Ruyuan, thought for a while and nodded.

Zheng Ruyuan was very happy to see his confused look, "Look, Your Highness wants me to be your companion too!"

Gu Mingheng knew in his heart that it was Mr. Zheng who was worried that Aning would have an accident if he stayed alone in the East Palace, so he stayed, and stood up gratefully to salute.

"Okay, ok, go, go! If you keep lingering, you won't be able to make it back tonight." Elder Zheng waved his sleeves, urging them to hurry up.

Not long after, the three of them changed their robes and came out, all of them were simple thin shirts, just like the sons of ordinary families.It's just that Mu Hanjiang's aura is slightly gangster-like, unlike ordinary nobles in Beijing.

"This time Qionglin Poetry Fair is a gathering of Chunwei's sons, and many princes from aristocratic families will go, so you don't pay attention when you go." He said with a pair of eyes looking at Gu Mingheng who was dressed in bamboo green clothes, with deep meaning, "Ah Heng , you know what your purpose of going this time is, the old man has always admired your determination and forbearance, so the old man didn't say much, you know what you want."

When the carriage drove out of the palace gate, Mu Hanjiang stood up excitedly, but his head hit the roof of the carriage with a "bang", he covered his head and screamed.

Xie Yunhong looked at him with contempt, "Amu, look at how disgusted you are, even your own family will hit you." He pointed to the wooden roof and said coolly.

Gu Mingheng immediately laughed out loud.In the past, I always thought that Xie Yunhong was a gentle and elegant son of a family, but after getting along for a long time, I realized that the appearance of a fan-wielding son is for outsiders to see, and Mu Hanjiang was deeply touched by this point.

"Master, I don't have the same knowledge as you." Mu Hanjiang sat down and rubbed the sore spot, completely unable to resist his "attack", he just replied sullenly.After a while, his eyes lit up again, "I heard that many talented and famous people will go this time!"

"Short-sighted." Xie Yunhong spared no effort to hit him, "Compared with me, they are far behind by thousands of miles." As he spoke, Bing Chansi swayed his fan slightly, "Amu, I allow you to start from now on—to respect me. "

Mr. Xie's literary voice is extremely prosperous, not only because of his ink calligraphy that is "hard to find for a thousand gold", but also because he wrote an astonishing piece of "" Nanshan Fu".This Fu is still hung in Xie Xiang's study, and countless people visit it just to see it.

During the conversation, the carriage arrived at the Xunfeng Biegong, the place where the Qionglin Poetry Conference was held.Xunfeng Biegong was originally a royal palace, and the emperor specially approved this literary conference to be held here, which also expressed his importance to the literati.

Mu Hanjiang got out of the car first, and grinned very comfortably as he looked at the scenery with high sky and clear clouds.Xie Yunhong looked at him persistently with the folding fan, and couldn't help smiling.

Gu Mingheng stepped out of the car, looking at the scenery surrounded by greenery and clear water, his eyes were complicated for a moment.A pair of eyes are extremely restrained, thousands of sunlight seems to fall in his pupils, like obsidian under the sparkling water.

Xie Yunhong looked at him sideways, put the folding fan back in his hand, and said loudly, "Ah Hong, this is the place where the three of us started our journey together." , will become a legend!"

Pray for heaven.

Jiang Yu bowed and stood beside the stone pillar of the palace, and looked up at the person leaning on the stone bed. The light in the palace was dim, and only a vague and thin silhouette could be seen.After hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't help asking, "My lord, are you really not protecting His Highness?" His voice was very soft, with concern and respect.

"No need." Jiaye stared at the jade in his hand, and said softly for a long time, "I just want her to taste the taste of pushing herself into the abyss step by step." As he spoke, he slowly held Yujue in his hand. Youyu's powder fell from between his fingers and scattered, reflecting his expression, making people feel chills.