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"Who is he?" He Zichen asked.

Bai Feng said: "He is my personal disciple."

"Personal disciple?" He Zichen frowned, with a displeased look on his face, "Why don't you accept me as a personal disciple?"

He felt aggrieved, unconvinced, and angry at being "betrayed". He thought to himself: We have known each other for so long, but I have always regarded you as my own. It's fine if the first thing you think of as a disciple is not me. He actually went out for a stroll, and picked up a wild child outside.

"Zichen, don't be rude!" He Chongming was very troubled by his youngest son's morality, and reprimanded him in a low voice, "Master Guoshi's personal disciple is the holy son of Zhaxinglou, the future Master National Teacher, how can anyone be able to do it?"

He Zichen curled his lips, did not speak, and felt sour in his heart: I was obviously his favorite child before, but now that he has accepted his disciples, I have become "anyone". The hearts of adults are really fickle. .

Bai Feng chuckled lightly, and asked him: "Young master, do you want to be my disciple too?"

"Think!" He Zichen nodded without hesitation.

"I discussed it with your father earlier, and the two young masters can come to Zhaxing Building to attend classes together in the future. But..." Bai Feng glanced at the other two children, and said to He Zichen, "However, you have to get along well. Yes, if you bully the new kid, you will be punished."

"Master National Teacher, worry too much, Zichen never bullies anyone!" It was the first time that He Zichen was so happy to be in class, he raised his head and slapped his chest and promised, "Don't worry! I will take good care of them both!"

Bai Feng nodded in relief, and said with a smile: "That's good."

He Chongming also intended to let the two sons get closer to the Holy Son, so he told He Ziyang: "Ziyang, don't be busy, and take the Holy Son around with my brother."

He Zichen also looked over there, and saw that He Ziyang was drawing something on the paper, and while drawing, he turned his head and whispered to the boy, looking happy.

Hearing his father's words, He Ziyang responded, put down his pen, took the little Shengzi's hand and ran over, stretched out the other hand to He Zichen, the smile on his white and tender face was still there, and the dimple on his left cheek was looming.

He Zichen couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and subconsciously hid the hand holding the silkworm behind him, and finally stretched out the other hand to hold He Ziyang.

"Father, Master National Teacher, let's go play!" He Ziyang said hello, and walked out with each hand.

The three children ran hand in hand in the corridor, as if they were very happy just running like this, laughing while running, and ran through the carefree teenage years.

In retrospect, the relationship between the three of them seems to have begun to emerge since then - He Ziyang is the link between the other two, it is his existence that pulls the two together, and the relationship between the three is entirely dependent on him .

Although He Zichen is naughty, he is usually not too outrageous, and sometimes he is very flattering and obedient, with a sweet mouth that melts people's hearts. Therefore, no one really hates him from the bottom of their hearts, even those who always put "rotten wood", Yehu, who talks about "mud", loves him a lot in his heart.

Among the children, He Zichen is the king of children, and the children of several ministers are close to him. Although they argue from time to time, everyone still "convinced" him.This is not because he is the son of the monarch, and he deliberately pleases him. After all, He Ziyang, who is the prince, is not as popular as him.

The strange thing is that such a He Zichen who seems to be annoying but is actually very "easy to get along with" has a not so good relationship with Sheng Ling.

Of course, it's not too bad, but the three people who stick together almost all day, logically speaking, should be very close to each other, but the two of them never seem to be very close.

Sometimes He Zichen wondered if he didn't go out to play that day, but met Sheng Ling with He Ziyang, and their relationship would be different after that?

But if there is no if in the world, he is just a quarter of an hour late.

On the day of their first meeting, under the unblooming jacarandas in Changhong Residence, He Ziyang let go of his hands and introduced them to each other.

"Holy Son, this is my younger brother, Chenchen." He Ziyang said this, and then said to He Zichen, "Chenchen, this is the Holy Son of Zhaixing Tower, and he will live in the palace from now on."

"Holy Son?" He Zichen frowned slightly, wondering what kind of stupid name this is, and in a blink of an eye he smiled brightly again, and said to his new friend, "My name is He Zichen, what's your name?"

Shengzi didn't speak, just looked at He Zichen silently, the spring breeze blew his clothes, the little boy's face was as cold as frost, like a boy who flew to the world and turned into a crane.

He Zichen waited for a while, but he didn't get an answer. He put away his smile, feeling that his face was very shameless, and his eyes were a little bit unkind.

The saint son in white also noticed his dissatisfaction, but he didn't intend to speak out to resolve it, but lowered his eyes silently, his slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, his whole body was like a silent sculpture, never opening his mouth .

"Hey, let me ask you something!" He Zichen usually greets people with a smile on his face, but when he sees a person who is not pleasing to the eye, he is not afraid to treat the other person with the greatest malice. He pushed Shengzi fiercely and asked fiercely. , "Are you dumb?!"

The Holy Son staggered from being pushed, raised his head and gave him a look, which contained anger, disappointment, disdain and a touch of grievance.

However, He Zichen was not in the mood to pay attention to the eyes of this annoying guy. This stare made him angry, and he was about to step forward and push him again.

"Chenchen!" He Ziyang hurriedly grabbed him, and apologized to Shengzi again and again.

In fact, He Ziyang didn't understand why Shengzi didn't give his younger brother face so much.

But thinking about it carefully, since they met, Shengzi didn't seem to have said a word to him. At that time, he thought that Shengzi was shy, and he himself was not a talkative person, and the two of them wrote and drew harmoniously. So I didn't think much about it, now it seems that...?

Before He Ziyang could think of a reason, He Zichen said angrily: "Bah! What kind of bullshit, I don't want to play with this little mute!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left. He Ziyang yelled a few times behind him, but he didn't stop.

He Ziyang wanted to chase after him to coax his younger brother, but he felt that it was not good to leave Shengzi aside, and Chen Chen had offended Shengzi just now, he had better make amends with Shengzi, lest his father find out, Chen Chen Chen will be punished again.

He Zichen ran to a remote corner of the palace alone, climbed up a big locust tree, lay down on a thick branch, and for no reason began to sob and cry.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he just felt that "not crying is not enough to calm the resentment" at this time.

But obviously, no matter how much he cried at this time, no one would come to comfort him.

After crying a few times in loneliness, he suddenly heard the sound of birdsong in his ears. He Zichen stopped his tears in an instant, his eyes were still full of tears, but he listened carefully with his ears moving.

After a while, he found the source of the sound - there was a bird's nest above his head!

This is really a surprising discovery. He Zichen regained his energy and quickly climbed along the tree trunk.

Soon, the residents of the bird's nest were frightened by the bird for the first time. A huge furry head popped out from under the leaves of the locust tree, and a pair of eyes stared at them, the light in the eyes was astonishingly bright.

He Zichen looked at this nest of small, fluffy chicks, and listened to this tender voice, and felt a little strange and soft joy in his heart.

He stretched out his hand cautiously, took up the bird's nest with both hands, and looked at these cute little creatures in amazement.

The branch screamed "creak~" and was finally overwhelmed. He Zichen fell from the tree with both people and birds.

Fortunately, the tree was not very high, the ground was soft spring mud, and He Zichen was also a solid man, so he didn't have any major problems when he fell, but he fell on a big horse, and his elbow and chin really hurt a lot.

"Hiss~huh~" He Zichen lay on the ground, feeling that his chin was going to be knocked out of the hole, he kept lying on the ground for a while, and suddenly raised his head, seeing that the bird's nest was still being held by him in a good way, he couldn't help but He let out a long sigh of relief.

He got up and sat on the ground, and put the chicks back to the nest, and carefully stretched out a finger to adjust the posture of the chicks that were knocked upside down.

Seeing the frightened little guys tilting their heads up, screaming softly, and chirping as if they were complaining to each other, He Zichen couldn't help but giggled.

He wanted to feed the little birds the silkworm he had brought with him before, but suddenly remembered that he had accidentally crushed it to death on the road before, and then threw it away.

Anyway, he no longer intends to give it to Ziyang.

He Zichen looked at the bird's nest, then looked up at the big locust tree, his eyes struggled a bit, and finally decided to send the bird's nest back to the tree, anyway...they were so small, they weren't big enough to fit between his teeth.

Moreover, besides the bird on the plate, he also seems to like the bird in the nest.

After getting off the tree, He Zichen sat on the ground, leaning his head back against the tree trunk, the fine skylight leaked from the branches and leaves of the locust tree, and the mottled light and shadow reflected on his small face, and there was some innocent melancholy of a young boy in his clear eyes.

Just now he suddenly wanted to understand why he had to cry so much, probably it is a common problem of children who are spoiled and proud, he is really used to being spoiled, and it is rare for someone to let him go from the palm of his hand.

He Zichen sighed melancholy.

Originally, he thought Ziyang would catch up.

Originally, Ziyang would catch up.

But not this time.

After a long time, He Zichen realized that when he thought about it, he actually held a little hostility towards Sheng Ling's arrival at that time.It's just that the hostility was not so obvious that he didn't notice it himself.

It is a kind of mentality that most children will have. The two people they like the most are taken away by a person who appears out of nowhere. No matter whether that person is intentional or not, there will always be some resentment.

He Zichen is not only a little clever, but also has a keen insight into many people's sophistication, which can be regarded as a certain degree of precocity.

And this "precocious wisdom" did not make him a mature and sensible adult, nor did he become a dark and resentful child. It just gave him more time to think about life during his carefree growth. Heartless.

He can subconsciously pay attention to some minor details, but most of the time he ignores them. Occasionally, when he thinks about it, he sighs with emotion or sadness, and forgets about it in a blink of an eye.

Most of the time, he is sloppy, and this sloppy nature gives him a natural ability to minimize everything.

Therefore, He Zichen quickly forgot his initial hostility towards Sheng Ling, and planned to accept him from both heart and attitude.

But after all, not everyone can completely forget what has happened like him. Although Sheng Ling didn't bother with him, his impression of being arrogant and unreasonable has probably been formed, and his attitude has always been lukewarm.

Although, speaking of Sheng Ling's attitude towards anyone, he couldn't tell his enthusiasm - because he couldn't speak, but He Zichen could feel that Sheng Ling treated him and Ziyang differently.

Ziyang is a friend and a confidant, while He Zichen is a partner who has to play together but doesn't like it at all.

Regarding Sheng Ling's inability to speak, it took He Zichen some time to find out.

It turns out that before taking over the position of the national teacher, every holy son must practice closed mantra, firstly to reduce oral karma, and secondly to hone his mind.

After He Zichen knew this, he felt some sympathy for Sheng Ling from the bottom of his heart.

It must have been hard not being able to speak for so many years, it is so pitiful to be the Son of God!At the same time, I felt a little rejoicing, fortunately, he was not the divine son, otherwise he really wanted to die.

Not to mention that you can't use a clever mouth to benefit yourself, you can't express your anger quickly with your tongue, and you can't refute when you are harshly criticized, just being unable to speak is unbearable.

I can't speak, how lonely.