The reborn prince is hard to raise

Under the darkness of night, the entire imperial city looked like a huge sleeping beast, dormant in a corner of the capital, covered with heavy shadows.Gu Mingheng listened to Lu Chengning's gentle breathing, his eyes fell on the dark place, his brows and eyes were full of deep thought.

He slowly raised his left hand, looking at the lines on his palm in the dim light outside.Someone once said that everyone's destiny is already engraved in their hands, so what about their own destiny?

Lu Chengning's hysterical cry before his death in the previous life kept echoing in his ears, full of helplessness and bewilderment.It was also like seeing that day in the Eastern Palace, when he covered his ears and slammed straight towards the gilded pillar.

"A-Ning likes Ah-Heng." The warm breath seemed to be still on his lips, Gu Mingheng closed his eyes slightly to hide the throbbing in his eyes.

Aning, do you know that your few simple words keep me awake at night?Gu Mingheng sat up, looked at Lu Chengning who was sleeping soundly curled up beside him, pulled the corner of the quilt for him, and carefully got off the bed.

Putting on his clothes and pushing the door out, the night wind suddenly blew in, making his expression suddenly clear.Ah Zheng was standing on the porch on duty at night, seeing him coming out of the door, he quickly got up and said in a low voice, "Master Ye An." In recent years, he has been practicing martial arts with Mu Hanjiang, and his aura has gradually become deeper, as if a beast is hiding behind him. Lin, hidden claws.

Gu Mingheng nodded and looked into the distance.The entire imperial city has fallen asleep, waiting for dawn to wake up.The palace lanterns that were still on swayed in the night wind, flickering on and off, and the lights dimmed.In the distance, there are guards patrolling at night, and the footsteps are not very clear.

A Zheng looked at Gu Mingheng's profile and said in a low voice, "Young Master, can't you sleep peacefully?" Since entering the palace, Young Master has rarely slept peacefully.Either lighting up the lamp to read at night, or taking care of the prince, he sleeps lightly at night, and sometimes even the sound of the wind can wake him up.He was not very healthy at all, but now he looks even thinner.

"En." Gu Mingheng nodded in response, and the exquisite palace lantern shone from above his head and sprinkled on his body, making his eyebrows clear with a hint of worry.The slanted and long shadows swayed slightly, with different shades, the night wind passing through the corridor was cool, and the lights flickered for a while.

Ah Zheng didn't speak anymore, he was not a good talker in the first place, so he stood silently at the side, like the most eternal guardian.Gu Mingheng stood still for a long time, gathered his coat, and smiled gently at A Zheng, "You should also take a good rest, the night wind seeps in, don't catch a cold." He turned and walked towards the study, his long hair slanted blow off.

His footsteps are very light, the clogs touch the ground, and the sound of "kicking" falls in his heart like a light rhythm.Ah Zheng looked at the frost-colored figure that was fading away. The deep corridor seemed to have no end, and the shadow of the lamp floated, making that figure blurred.

Lighting up the lamp in the study, Gu Mingheng added water to the inkstone, and rubbed his long sleeve with one hand to grind the ink.The clear water was gradually blackened by the ink, and merged with the inkstone, making it hard to distinguish.He picked up the wolf hair and dipped it in the ink, and hung his wrist to write, every ink mark was steady and straight.The long hair was scattered around the shoulders one after another, like an exiled fairy on the cloud for a moment.

He thought back carefully, it has been five years since he got married.After cleaning up the East Palace, it was enough for him to keep everything of the prince under his eyes.The official ranks of the officials trained by the DPRK and China are still low, but it only takes a few years, and some of them can become high-ranking officials in one party.The most important thing is that the prince's sanity has finally gradually recovered, which was what he was most worried about before.

It's just, Wei Qi—whose person is it?In the previous life, Wei Qi appeared twice. He always thought that he was the hidden guard arranged by the emperor around Lu Chengning, but if he was really the emperor's subordinate, there was no way he would not show up to rescue Lu Chengning.Besides, the emperor and the empress did not take Lu Chengning that seriously.

All of a sudden, countless complicated pictures appeared in front of his eyes, and his doubts gradually expanded - what was it in his last life that made him decide to abolish his savings, and even revoke all of Lu Chengning's reliance, directly cutting off his way of life.

A bold guess suddenly surfaced, Gu Mingheng tightened his hand holding the pen, his eyes narrowed slightly.

When he vaguely heard the fourth watch drum, the ink pen in his hand suddenly stopped, and Gu Mingheng looked at the ink characters on the rice paper, and his eyes darkened.A pair of peach-like eyes were no longer as gentle as in the daytime, but contained a strong murderous intent.The eyes rolled like ink waves, shocking people's hearts.He put down his pen and stood in front of the desk with his hands behind his back. The warm light of the lamp was reflected in the outer clothes he was wearing, but it didn't fall into his eyes at all.

At the beginning of my life, I have already decided—to win the throne for you, even if the imperial city is full of dark blades and the palace is full of resentment, that position will eventually belong to you.He raised his hand and touched the corner of his lips lightly, there seemed to be a lingering warmth spreading there.After a few breaths, Gu Mingheng finally let go of his hands, and when he opened his eyes again, they were already full of indifference.

He turned around and walked towards the door of the study, alone, revealing loneliness and the determination to never turn back.

The lamps on the case behind him are bright, and the dried-up wolf hairs are placed casually beside the paperweight. On the rice paper, the pens are wandering around. , from heaven.

When they returned to the inner room, they saw Lu Chengning sitting by the bed with only his underwear on, staring blankly at the dancing candles on the table.

"Has Ning been awakened?" Seeing his appearance, Gu Mingheng softened his tone inexplicably, "How long did it take for you to wake up?" He approached and stretched out his hand to hold Lu Chengning's hand, but hesitated again. For a moment, his hands were in mid-air.

Hearing his voice, Lu Chengning raised his eyes to look at him, with an aggrieved expression, "Ah Heng is gone, it's cold." His hair was a little messy, and he felt cold, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Gu Mingheng only felt sore in his heart, but still held his hand, "Ah Heng won't do it anymore." Both of their hands were dyed with the coolness of the night, and they held each other, but they suddenly felt warm.

Lying on the bed, Lu Chengning turned his body around Gu Mingheng's waist, as if worried that he would leave suddenly again.Gu Mingheng's body froze, and then instantly relaxed.Why do I have to think so much?He closed his eyes and said to himself, this life is doomed to be trapped in the deep palace.I felt relieved for an instant, and felt tired for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Feeling that Gu Mingheng's breathing gradually slowed down and became deeper, Lu Chengning raised his arms, looked at Gu Mingheng's face intently, and outlined his eyebrows inch by inch with his eyes.After a long time, he landed on Gu Mingheng's lips with a trembling hand, and touched it cautiously. Seeing that he hadn't woken up, he leaned up and kissed the corner of his lips lightly while holding his breath.

Chongwen Museum.

After school on the second day, Gu Mingheng got up and said to the two, "How about Ah Hong and A Mu having lunch in the East Palace today before leaving the palace?"

Hearing this, Xie Yunhong glanced at Mu Hanjiang on one side, and nodded with a smile, "It's been a long time since I've tasted the skills of the imperial chef of the Eastern Palace, young master, I was thinking hard." He walked towards the direction of the water pavilion first. .

The waterside pavilion is built in the middle of the lake, facing the water on all sides, and there is only one wooden stack that communicates with the lake shore, so no matter what is discussed here, there is no fear of being overheard by others.

Mu Hanjiang leaned against the wooden pillars of the water pavilion, feeling the breeze with water vapor very comfortably.Xie Yunhong held on to the teacup in one hand, obviously enjoying such a comfortable afternoon, even his voice softened. "What's the matter, Ah Heng?"

He learned about the situation in the court that day from his own father, and now that the prince has basically recovered, the things that A-Heng had been planning all along can be carried out.He has always admired Gu Mingheng. Talent is one aspect, but more is his intelligence and forbearance.

Gu Mingheng handed the brewed tea to Lu Chengning, and then replied with a leisurely expression, "I want to ask Amu for help." He looked at Mu Hanjiang who was leaning on the pillar and said bluntly.

"Help?" Mu Hanjiang came over, his steps were steady, and he asked with some doubts on his face, "What help do you need from me?" He always felt that in a place like the capital, what is needed is a fox-minded person like Xie Yunhong. A person with a smile in the open, but a shadowy person in the dark.

As for him, he is more suitable for Yanyun Six States.

Gu Mingheng's smile deepened after hearing his words, "Amu must be responsible for this matter." Then he asked, "Does Amu know Zhao Xian?"

"Zhao Xian? Naturally, I'm defeated!" Mu Hanjiang nodded and said, drinking the clear tea in his cup in one gulp. He didn't care whether the tea was expensive or not, and whether the tea soup was clear or not.

After drinking, he ignored Xie Yunhong's disgusted eyes and continued, "His ancestor was also a general who conquered the captives, but he declined later. But that kid is still a man at heart, and I fight with the young master every time I meet him, and lose every time." He is rare Appreciative words, obviously this person named Zhao Xian fits his temperament very well.

After hearing this, Gu Mingheng said with a solemn expression, "I think Ah Hong and A Mu both know that there are six rates in the East Palace." He looked at Lu Chengning who had been sitting silently by the side, "Does Ah Ning know about the 'East Palace Six Rates'?"

Lu Chengning thought for a while and nodded, "The left and right guards in the East Palace, the left and right Si Yu, and the left and right Qing Dao. The left and right Si Yu are solitary lineages, while the guards and Qing Dao are subordinate to the imperial army. Zhao Xian is the commander of the Si Yu and is under protection. The fourth-rank rank of general of the army." These Gu Mingheng explained to him carefully, each led 1 troops, and the commander led a total of [-] people.

Hearing this, Mu Hanjiang's eyes changed, and looking at Gu Mingheng's expression, he asked seriously, "Heng, what do you need me for?" This question means that he has already agreed to Gu Mingheng, and he also roughly understands what he wants. Things to do.

Xie Yunhong's hand shaking the folding fan also stopped, and he looked at Gu Mingheng who was sitting upright, his eyebrows and eyes slightly condensed.

"Military training." Gu Mingheng looked at the two of them, and there seemed to be a storm in his eyes, "What I need is an army that can really kill people."