Your Majesty doesn't know

Since the precedent was set last time, everyone in Fuyue Palace no longer restricted He Zichen to move around, and began to add meat to the meals. After He Zichen ate two roast chickens in one go, he couldn't help crying, only thinking that this waking up Half of life is finally coming to perfection.

Zhaixing Building is located in a corner of the palace city, about two minutes away from Fuyue Palace. Ever since He Zichen found the tallest building from a distance, he has been running there every few days. At first, everyone in Zhaixing Building would stare at it. He didn't let him run around, and when he saw that Sheng Ling didn't stop him, he turned a blind eye.

So during this period of time, He Zichen often went to visit the queen mother, and after listening to the teaching of "never get too close to little beasts", he turned around and went to the Zhaixing Tower to play with Sheng Ling.

He's used to hearing too many bad things about Sheng Ling from the Queen Mother, it just goes in one ear and out the other. It's not because he's being careless. Ever since he woke up, he's been secretly wary of everything around him. But for Sheng Ling, he has an almost instinctive trust, and he trusts his intuition more than his mother's crazy words.

In fact, he couldn't help asking at the beginning, "Sheng Ling, is it true that my mother said that you don't want our mother and son to meet, and you still set up blindfolds outside Fuyue Palace?"

Sheng Ling didn't argue, but asked instead: "Your Majesty is trustworthy?"

He Zichen looked at him and said seriously, "I will believe what you say."

Sheng Ling's brows were light: "I have never prevented Your Majesty from meeting the Queen Mother and her son, nor did I cover my eyes. I was worried that you would be uncomfortable when you just woke up, so I told the palace staff to take care of you. As long as Your Majesty is safe and sound, no matter you Whatever you want to do, Sheng Ling will not stop you."

"Is this true?" He Zichen raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Then can you tell me what happened before?"

Sheng Ling shook his head, and said: "I only said that I would not stop it, but I would not say it myself. It would be biased to say it through someone else's mouth, not to mention who can have no selfish intentions? How does Your Majesty know that what I tell you is the truth? You reply You will know it when you remember it.”

"Okay then," He Zichen put away his smile and said seriously, "Then I hope that before I recover my memory, you will stop using the silence technique when I ask others."

Sheng Ling glanced at him, sighed lightly, nodded and said, "Okay."

In this regard, the two reached an agreement, and Sheng Ling really did not stop him from asking anyone about the past, and the feeling that everything was in the hands of others disappeared, probably because the Zhaixing Tower canceled a series of prohibitions , the palace people are no longer trembling and silent.

However, He Zichen discovered that what Sheng Ling said was right, but what others said was unavoidably biased. He asked a bunch of people, and their words were quite different.

First of all, he naturally asked the people in Fuyue Palace who had been with him day and night.

He Zichen asked: "How was my relationship with Master Guoshi before?"

Qingbai answered succinctly: "Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart."

Qingsong answered bluntly: "You don't want to see Master Guoshi, and Master Guoshi doesn't like you."

Zizhu thought for a while, then said cautiously: "I feel that your Majesty and the Master of the State Teacher, although they had been at odds for three days, should still have a good relationship."

He Zichen: "..." Tell him why these people's opinions are so different.

Then when he was strolling in the palace, he also asked the imperial dining room, the imperial horse supervisor, the palace guards, etc., but the answers he got were "You two don't know each other at all", "There is no friendship, there is a slight suspicion" and "I don't know. , but I heard that His Majesty and the National Teacher often fought when they were young" and so on.

Later, he simply went to ask the people in Zhaixinglou, but in retrospect, all of them had a faint displeasure on their faces. They just talked about what he did some time and other times, but refused to go into details. A look of righteous indignation.In short, in their eyes, He Zichen had bullied Sheng Ling since he was a child, and he was a big devil who did all kinds of evil, while Sheng Ling was just an angry little daughter-in-law, a kind, generous, holy and flawless white lotus.

Therefore, He Zichen couldn't tell whether they had a deep relationship or were incompatible, or simply not familiar with each other, so he stopped asking others, and only hoped that he could think of it soon.

On this day, He Zichen went straight to the Star Picking Tower after coming out of the Miyun Palace.

Zhaixing Building is the residence of Yousheng Guoguo Guoshi and his disciples. It is nine stories high and shaped like a pagoda. It stands tall among green leaves and white flowers—it is a Davidia involucrata forest.The flowers of Davidia involucrata are pure white in color, shaped like leaves, dotted among layers of emerald green leaves, and when there is a breeze, they look like blue waves and white tides, which is really beautiful.

He Zichen passed through flowers and leaves and arrived at the Star Picking Tower, where disciples in white clothes and swords were discussing in small groups in the open space downstairs... fighting crickets.

In the eyes of outsiders, this group of immortals who are lofty and immaculate have finally revealed their nature on their own land. They are so childlike that even Ah She, who always has a coffin face, watched with relish and screamed. He Zichen's eyes widened.

He Zichen didn't know what Sheng Ling was like before, and whether he had such a carefree and innocent time when he was a teenager, but looking at it now, Sheng Ling is really the only person in Zhaixinglou who looks the same.

Every time He Zichen came, he was either dealing with the big or small things reported by his disciples, or playing the piano (infusing spiritual power into the sound of the piano to practice a certain skill) or reading books. In his opinion, these things already belonged to the category of leisure and pastimes-it was really boring on the outside.

Sheng Ling was on the top floor of the Zhaixing Building, which was a restricted area that ordinary people could not easily step into. However, He Zichen ran up there with the cheek every time.

He Zichen found that Sheng Ling did not refuse his request several times, and that acquiescence contained a kind of almost gentle connivance, which was by no means the attitude of "tolerance" as some people said, so he compared it every time. Asking for more, seemingly casually probing, trying to get out of Sheng Ling's bottom line.

Satisfied and regretful, he hasn't reached Sheng Ling's bottom line yet.

Climbing the stairs one by one, I didn't feel tired because I learned how to operate the spiritual power in my body.When He Zichen climbed up to the ninth floor, he just heard the first sound of the piano, which was quiet and distant, like still water flowing deep, followed by a burst of clear and clear flute sound, which was lively and bright, just like the song of a bird by the stream.

He Zichen knew that the lectures between Master Guoshi and his disciples had started, so he couldn't help laughing lowly, feeling that his heart came just in time.

He pushed open the door of the piano room, and the music stopped abruptly. There were two people sitting and standing, one big and one small, turning their heads to look at him at the same time. He Zichen leaned against the door and smiled: "Oh, did I come at the wrong time?"

The boy in white grinned secretly, and blinked happily at He Zichen. He liked the majesty who came to make trouble from time to time the most. The master was too serious and boring. Only when the majesty came down could the atmosphere be more lively.

Sheng Ling lowered his eyebrows, sighed silently, and said, "Didn't I tell you to come later?"

"Boring, it's really boring, my hands are itchy," He Zichen walked to the other side of the chess table, picked up a black chess piece, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Sheng Ling, come and play a few games with me."

Without raising his eyelids, Sheng Ling said, "I'm teaching."

"What class are you teaching? How boring!" He Zichen walked over, knelt down and looked at the boy, and asked, "Lan Yin doesn't want to learn these boring things all day long, does she?"

The boy raised his head, looked at him with pitiful eyes, and was about to nod with bitterness and hatred on his face, when Sheng Ling called out "Lan Yin!" in a low voice, and shook his head in a hurry, turning his head into a rattle, expressing I like learning very much.

He Zichen reached out and touched Lan Yin's head affectionately, and sighed in his heart: What a smart child, it's a pity that he is dumb.

It's pitiful enough to be dumb, and you have to learn these boring things over and over again all day long, tsk tsk, what a crime.

"Come on, let me teach you!"

He Zichen took the flute from Lan Yin's hand, put it on his lips, a cheerful and melodious tune flowed out, and the dead breath of the whole piano room was swept away for a while, like spring grass green at the feet, like Smell the fragrance of flowers in the sleeves.

There seemed to be faint sounds of birds, one after another and the sound of the flute. Listening carefully, the sound of the birds became more and more real, and even the sound of flapping wings could be heard.Lan Yin suddenly turned her head and looked out the window, and saw a flock of birds flying up and down outside the window not far away. At this moment, the sound of the flute became clearer and more melodious, and all the birds outside the window flew away. Come in and circle around He Zichen.

Lan Yin was envious, her eyes were bright, and she looked at He Zichen with admiration, as if he was a very powerful person.

Sheng Ling plucked a string on the piano at will, and the sound of the piano mixed with spiritual power "clank", like a flash of sword light, suddenly tore the sound of the flute, and the flowers withered in a short time, and the birds that had been circling in the room before were affected. Startled, they all fled out of the window and flew away.

Lan Yin chased to the window and watched the birds gradually turn into small dots on the horizon, with disappointment in her eyes.

He Zichen glared at Shengling angrily, and said angrily, "Why are you so rigid? You see, although in your eyes, it's just a trivial skill, but Lan is naturally willing to learn it because he finds it interesting. You force him to learn it. What's the use?" Then turned to Lan Yin and said, "See, this is the summoning song, as long as you learn it, you can also play it like this."

Lan Yin nodded, looking eagerly at his master, his eyes full of prayers that he would teach him.

However, Sheng Ling shook his head, and said indisputably: "Lan Yin's temperament is uncertain now, and she has a lot of playfulness, so she should calm down first, and learning these things first will inevitably be of useless business."

"So what if you don't do business? Lan Yin is young now, and it's time to play. It would be great if you can play while learning." He Zichen glanced at Sheng Ling disapprovingly, and said slightly mockingly, "Meditate, meditate, kid Why be quiet? Don’t you have to become like you with no waves in the ancient well?”

Sheng Ling frowned slightly, and moved his lips, trying to deny something, but finally kept silent.

"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore, it's annoying to be here." Before Sheng Ling could speak, He Zichen waved his hands impatiently, and said as he walked out, "Otherwise, you will lift the restriction." ? I'll go to your study for a while, and come out to find you later."

Sheng Ling: "...Okay."

He Zichen's footsteps were still sloppy, but there was some disbelief on his face, and some secret joy.

Actually agreed?

The so-called Shengling's study room is actually the place where the masters of the Zhaixing Tower collected classics in the past. Usually, there are restrictions, even Asher and Ashen are not allowed to enter.He purposely found an opportunity to teach Shengzi. At this time, Sheng Ling would not be distracted by other things, so he had no time to care about what he did.

These days, on the grounds that he lost his memory and forgot what he had learned before, he asked to study with Lan Yin in class, but he often interrupted and made trouble, causing Sheng Ling to have a headache. would agree.

And what he wanted was this opportunity to enter the Zangshu Pavilion alone.