Your Highness - Blooming

Tongzhai Inn

The number of people who come to listen to books today seems to be half that of the past, and most of them dine on the first floor.From afar, Yu'er saw Zhu'er letting someone push her over, and hurried forward to greet her, "My lord, I've been waiting for you for a long time! Come on, please come inside, please come inside."

"Aren't you sir going to talk about books today?" Zhu'er saw that there were very few people on the first floor, so she turned her head and asked Yu'er.

"Oh, sir, I want to meet an old friend today, so I won't talk about the book, I will talk about it tomorrow." Yu'er pointed to the second floor and said, "Young master, please!"

Since Zhu'er entered the door, Yu'er has been very enthusiastic all the way. At this time, he invited him to go upstairs to say what Mr. Xi said to meet an old friend. Zhu'er never remembered any familiar old friends.Looking up, she saw that the maid seemed to be very vigilant, holding tightly to the sides of the wheelchair.

"It's okay." Zhu'er smiled and comforted the maid, and was about to get up and help the maid to go upstairs when she heard footsteps coming from upstairs.

"Zhu'er." King Hao happened to poke his head to see if Zhu'er had come to listen to the book. He happened to meet him already parked downstairs. Knowing that his legs and feet were inconvenient, he got up and walked downstairs.

"Hao..." Zhu'er turned around and saw that the person in front of him was actually King Hao, so he struggled to stand up and salute. Before King Hao could say a word, King Hao stopped, stood in front of Zhu'er, and stretched out his hands to hold him down. , smiled and signaled that he didn't need to salute.

King Hao pushed Zhu'er to a private room on the first floor, while the maid stood by and looked at King Hao nervously, for fear that he would hurt Zhu'er.Zhu'er smiled and motioned her to watch outside the door, don't worry.

"Your Highness." Zhu'er stood up again and saluted.

"You are still the same." King Hao shook his head, smiled and put a white cashmere blanket beside Zhu'er's legs and joked, "Little old-fashioned."

"How did Your Highness end up in this situation? Do you want to be a storyteller in this tavern?" Zhu'er has always been curious about what the storyteller looks like, but she didn't expect to see him today as the fourth prince who had outstanding literary talent back then.

"Hmm... It's a long story, so don't worry about it." King Hao got up and poured a cup of tea to Zhu'er, "Are you still living in the General's Mansion now?"

Zhu'er took the tea anxiously, they used to be the servants who served tea and water, how dare they bother the fourth prince to pour tea for himself. "That's right, I still live in the General's Mansion. If His Highness is doing you a favor, would you go and sit often when you have time?"

"Don't say your Highness, what kind of Highness am I now?" King Hao also poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip and looked at Zhu'er. "The reunion of the old people is just to catch up on the old days. There is no need for such a lot of etiquette. You know that I have never valued these things."

The two chatted for a while longer.

After You Hour, the sun has already set.In winter, night comes very early.As the end of the new year approaches, the market is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the shops are full of new year goods.

"More than 20 years ago, it was also such a cold day. The little master and I ran out over the palace wall in the middle of the night, just to find a bunch of candied haws to taste..." Zhu'er looked at the roadside stalls, big and small, and couldn't help crying. Eyes wet. "How can there be any candied haws in the middle of the night?" He shook his head and looked at the maidservant with a wry smile. "There is nothing sadder in life than that you can't ask for it, you can't give it up, and you don't hesitate to get it. Sigh... go back." Zhu'er touched her leg Sighed softly on the cashmere blanket.

It has been snowing heavily for several days, and the Xuanhe Hall is as warm as the sun shining in spring, and the stove is burning red.

"Sir." The eunuch in charge came in and took off his cloak and put it beside the desk. He took a willow-leaf vase full of white jade and emerald neck from the young eunuch beside him, and put a few golden wintersweet flowers in the vase. "The wind and snow have been very heavy in the past few days. These are the golden plums that His Majesty personally picked and sent to you by the servants." The old eunuch walked to Nan with small steps and handed the wintersweet flowers to Nan.

"Please move around." Nan didn't take the flower, but turned to signal the maid to reward the old eunuch with silver.The maid stepped forward to take the vase, and handed another large ingot of silver to the old eunuch.The old eunuch was not surprised when he saw that he didn't pick up the flowers, and saw that Nan was generous, so he took the reward and walked out happily.

"Sir, don't you like Jinmei?" The maid asked casually after placing the vase.

"Flowers come first, leaves come later. Flowers and leaves don't meet. Just like me and him, we can't stay together in this life!" Looking at the bouquet of wintersweet flowers, Nan couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"I don't understand." The maid was still fiddling with the bouquet of wintersweet, looked up at Nan and asked, "What kind of flowers does the gentleman like?"

"Me? I grew up in peach groves, so I love peach blossoms very much." Nan thought it was funny when he thought of stealing peach blossoms from peach gardens to make wine. "I hope that I will die of old age and spend wine, and I don't want to bow before the chariots and horses."

The old lady standing outside the door listened to the conversation inside and was slightly taken aback, frowning and leaving slowly.

"He really said that?" The Holy King leaned over and wrote something in front of the case in the hall. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, but he knew that his face was not very good just by hearing the tone.

"The wind and snow are too heavy, and the servant can't hear clearly." The old eunuch waited tremblingly aside.

"Flowers and leaves don't meet, we can't stay together in this life! Heh..." The Holy King stopped writing with a sneer, raised his head, picked up the painting on the case, and held it up to the light for a closer look, then went to the stove and threw the scroll into the stove Among them, the charcoal fire in the furnace was extremely hot, and the moment the scroll fell into it, the flames rushed up and wrapped the entire drawing paper, and the two people who were painted were burned to death in the instant.That picture is the scene of Zifu holding an umbrella for the Holy King in the imperial garden, and the Holy King has recognized him since then. "He really misses his late king! He would rather go back to his fairy mountain and die forever than stay by this king's side. Hahahaha, ridiculous, really ridiculous!" The holy king kicked the stove aside, and the charcoal fire splashed It came out and burned a big hole in the carpet.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!" The old eunuch knelt aside in fright, ignoring the burning of the charcoal, he grabbed it and threw it into the stove.

The holy king sat paralyzed on the slump, watched the old eunuch tidy up in a hurry, and after a while he said: "Prepare the sedan chair."

The snow at the entrance of the General's Mansion was very clean, as if it had welcomed some distinguished guests.The holy king got off the sedan chair at the door, and walked inside the door.Men Ding saw that the person coming out of the sedan chair covered his face so that no one could see him, and felt suspicious, so he took a step forward to block the conversation.The accompanying old eunuch showed the imperial order, and Mending immediately knelt aside, and the steward came out to welcome him. When he saw the eunuch in charge, and a person in front of him covered his face and walked quickly, he immediately reacted and knelt down to salute.

"No need to be too polite, take me to see your general." The holy king didn't want to stay in this cold corridor for a moment, so he ordered the housekeeper casually.

"Your Majesty, please go and sit in the front hall with the servant. The general is in the backyard at this time..." Before the steward finished speaking, he felt the Holy King turn his head and squint at him slightly. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could feel it. The coldness in his eyes. "This way, Your Majesty." The butler had no choice but to take the Holy King to the backyard.

The three people in the study room were sitting on the couch with their knees curled up talking and laughing, when the door was suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind blew into the room, making the books on the bookshelf rustle.King Hao was a little closer to the door, got up and walked towards the door, and happened to bump into the holy king who was taking off his bamboo hat and walking in.

"Third Brother." King Hao didn't expect that King Sheng would come to the General's Mansion today, and the scene was a little awkward for a while.

Lie was a little surprised to see that the person who came was the Holy King.After supporting Zhu'er to salute, the four of them sat cross-legged on the edge of the couch.

"Has the injury on the shoulder healed?" Sheng Wang stared at Lie's shoulder, and when he heard him giggling like that in the room just now, he knew in his heart that he didn't go to court on purpose. "Although it has been snowing heavily recently, we still have to go to court in the morning." The Holy King added without waiting for his reply.

Zhu'er heard Sheng Wang expose him, and seeing him blushing again, she couldn't help being a little funny when she covered her face.

"Thanks to you, I won't die for a while!" Lie snapped at him angrily.

"Zhu'er's complexion has improved a lot recently, have his legs and feet ever felt better?" Sheng Wang didn't get angry with him, turned his head to see Zhu'er smiling happily, and then changed the subject.

"Your Majesty, you rarely come here once in many years, how do you know if he looks good?" Zhu'er was about to answer, but Lie took the topic and said another word.Zhu'er saw that Sheng Wang's face was ugly, so she nudged him with her elbow and motioned him not to talk any more.

"Please take care of your Majesty." Zhu'er looked at the Holy King with a smile, "Your Majesty entrusted the general with the cane and the little man in a wheelchair to use very well."

"I don't know who this leg is thanks to!" Lie couldn't help but still complain.

The Holy King was not angry either, he turned his head and pulled King Hao to sit closer. "Thirteen's affairs have been taken care of by the king, so you can rest assured!" Then he took out a token from his pocket and handed it to King Hao, "You and I are brothers, you shouldn't have to do this because of this." It's like a birth."

King Hao didn't speak after receiving the token, but just sat silently and listened to the back and forth between the Holy King and Lie Dang.

Many years ago, on such a winter day, the four of them huddled together in Zifu's house to boil maltose in a charcoal stove.As a result, the weather was too cold, the wind and snow were heavy, and the smell of syrup was so sweet in the air that the four of them fell asleep in a daze.Before going to bed, Lie didn't forget to add fire to the stove, the good guy almost burned the whole Zifu mansion up.The ending can be imagined, everyone was beaten by a ruler.After asking the maid, I found out that they sneaked out of the palace in the middle of the night to buy candied haws, so they wanted to do it themselves, which caused the fire.Fortunately, it was discovered early, and Zifu really couldn't bear the responsibility if this caused a life-threatening accident.Later, every now and then, Zifu would buy some snacks on the street that were not seen in the palace and bring them to the Holy King and the others.That beautiful and happy day still feels warm in my heart when I think about it now.

King Hao and Lie sent Sheng Wang out of the backyard and came to the front hall. Sheng Wang looked at Lie's small garden and said, "This king is here today, and I want to borrow the peach blossoms in your courtyard."

"Peach blossoms?" Lie stared at the Holy King with disdain and laughed, "Where do you get peach blossoms in this season?"

The Holy King turned his head and looked at Lie word by word and said, "It's only this king who begged you!"

Seeing that the Holy King was so submissive, Lie guessed that this flower must be picked for Mr.The Holy King can only be so responsive to his husband. "Forget it, I'll ask my servants to look for it. If you can't find it, you can't blame me." Lie Zhao called the housekeeper to lead people to the small garden to find flowers, and he himself took King Hao to sit by the fence to enjoy the snow up.

The holy king stood alone on the porch and watched the servants busy walking around in the garden. After a while, the servants came up, and the housekeeper handed a small bunch of budding peach blossom branches to Lie.The Holy King walked over quickly, and Lie signaled the housekeeper to pass it to the Holy King. The Holy King got the flowers and quickly left the General's Mansion and returned to the palace.

"He is also true. A peach blossom tree as big as his imperial garden has not bloomed yet, so he has to come to my barren land to find some flowers." Lie took the fish food in his hand and threw it into the lotus pond, and the fish food sank after a while Went to the bottom of the pond, "It's cold, the fish don't bother to come out to look for food."

"Yeah, it's rare that it's so cold, and he came out to find flowers for Mr. Hao." King Hao smiled, and also grabbed a spoonful of fish food and threw it into the lotus pond.

"Your Highness also knows that he is looking for Mr.?" Lie asked, looking up at King Hao.

"How could I not know?" King Hao heaved a sigh and rubbed his hands, crossed them and retracted into the fleece sleeves. "How many people has he cared about in his life?"

That's right, all his life he only watched that one person, followed him, longed for him, and looked for him. All he wanted was him!

"Come in, it's so cold." Lie shivered from the cold, rubbed his hands, and went back to the room with King Hao.

Shengwang carefully held the bunch of peach blossom branches, thinking that Nan Ruo would be happy when he saw it, he couldn't help but smile.However, it had been snowing for days and the road was icy and it was not easy to walk. The servant who was carrying the sedan chair accidentally slipped and fell down, and the sedan chair suddenly fell forward.Fortunately, the holy king had practiced martial arts for many years, so he realized it instantly. When he fell forward, he put his right hand on the top plate of the sedan chair door, and his left hand protected the bouquet from falling.

"Oh, hello..." The old eunuch was startled, and hurriedly lifted the curtain of the sedan chair to look inside, but fortunately, the Holy King was not angry, and was already sitting upright in the sedan chair. "Your Majesty, this long street is not as clean as the palace, which surprised you." The old eunuch explained softly.

"It doesn't matter." The Holy King signaled him to move on.

It was already noon when he returned to the palace, and the king thought that Nan must have finished his meal and was taking a nap at this time, and he just sent the flowers in while he fell asleep, and maybe he could even take a look at him.The Holy King didn't have time to change his clothes, walked to the main hall of Xuanhe Hall, tiptoed open the door and took a look on the couch, sure enough he fell asleep.He went to the door again to prevent the wind and snow from blowing in. After inspecting around, he found that Nan actually offered the wintersweet vase to Zhengxiang who was sleeping beside his pillow.The holy king murmured in his heart, didn't he say he didn't like Lamei?He took off his soaked boots and put them by the stove, and tiptoed quietly to Nan's couch.Reaching out to take out the wintersweet flowers in the bottle and replace them with peach buds, I turned my head and saw that Nan was sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly, his eyebrows and eyes had not changed for more than 20 years, and he was still as handsome as when he first saw him.The weather was so cold, but his arms were outside the mattress, and his hands were folded on his chest as if protecting something important.The Holy King couldn't help being a little curious, he bent slightly and squatted on the steps under the couch, and stretched out his hand to lift Nan's hand away, but he never thought that his hands and feet had already been icy cold after running around for a long time, and his fingers had just touched Nan's hand. Nan opened his eyes vigilantly.After drifting in Wanyao Lake for a long time, he is now extremely sensitive to cold things.When he saw clearly that the person sitting in front of him was the Holy King, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth. Since the last time he proposed to leave the palace, it has been a long time since the Holy King came to Xuanhe Hall.Nan stretched out his hand to gently hold the hands of the Holy King, and said lazily, "Why is it so cold?" Then he fell asleep peacefully.

This kind of suitable warmth spread from the fingertips of the Holy King to his heart. The Holy King remembered that many years ago, when he was not welcomed by Emperor Xuanxuan, he lived with his mother and concubine in the corner of the inner courtyard. Most of the people in the palace didn't want to see their mother and child, but the Holy King needed to do his homework at night, so he sneaked to the street lamp of Liuyumen to write in the light.At that time, Xian often accompanied Emperor Xuan Xuan to compete in chess until the time of Haishi, and the Liuyu Gate was a must pass when leaving the palace.Xian was wrapped in a cloak, and the maid beside him held an umbrella for him. Under the heavy snowfall in winter, the holy king squatted in a corner alone, reading a book by the light, and wiped the snow off the book with his sleeves from time to time. Xian Wang It hurts so much when I see it.

"Why is Your Highness here?" Xian walked up to the Holy King and stopped.

"..." The Holy King didn't reply, and the person he liked saw him in such a mess, no one would be embarrassed to answer.

Seeing the embarrassment of the Holy King, Xian took the umbrella from the maid and motioned her to wait outside the palace gate, while he walked towards the Holy King and covered most of the umbrella on the Holy King's head.

"Zifu blocked my light." Sheng Wang looked down at the book and then raised his head to Xian and said.

Only then did Xian remember that he had seen the environment of the Holy King's residence in incognito before, he was living in such poverty, how could he light a lamp, and he didn't even wear a cloak in such a cold day today.Xian took off his cloak and wrapped it around the Holy King, knelt down and handed him the fleece sleeves in his arms, but the Holy King didn't take it. Xian knew that he was rebellious, so he stretched out his hand to put it on for him. When the jade fingers touched the hands of the Holy King, they were so soft and warm, just like now.

The holy king looked at the sleeping man in front of him, and said in his heart: "If you were willing to take me away back then, how could we be in such a situation today?" Nan's drawing paper slid down from Nan's chest. It was the picture scroll thrown into the furnace basin by the Holy King of Chenshi and burned. On it, only Nan was holding an oil-paper umbrella.It's a pity that the Holy King didn't see it!

When the old eunuch brought Lamei in the morning, he forgot his cloak in front of Nan's desk. Later, when the maid returned it, she saw the stove in the main hall lying on the ground, so she stepped forward to help clean it up.The charcoal fire had already been extinguished, and after the maid raised the stove, she found that there was an unburned portrait under the stove, so she picked it up and handed it to Nan.When Nan asked about the reason, he accepted it on his own initiative, and happily took the burnt portrait and wiped it carefully with fine cotton gauze for a long time.