Prison Dragon

Although Cui Yan could not understand my ignorance, but he had no choice but to take me as his master, so he had to obediently stay by my side and remind me not to be distracted when I was in class.

I was a little annoyed with him.

Although he is a member of the second emperor brother, he is very kind to me, but unfortunately he is too lenient and insists on caring about my pretended appearance.

Why do smart people never leave room for others to pretend to be stupid?

Ao Chen disappeared again, this time I paid attention, and often eavesdropped on the speeches of the maids and eunuchs in the Palace of Mental Cultivation, and I would also ask Taifu Zhang some things on a daily basis.

There is no news, is this another catastrophe that no one in the court knows about?

I don't know because a bigger thing fell on my head.

Mother is pregnant.

About three months ago, the emperor probably got angry somewhere again, and somehow came to Qingyu Xiaozhu, where he stayed for one night.

Later, my mother began to lethargy and eat.Not long ago, the imperial physician finally gave the definite news that this is a three-month-old little life.

I don't know if I should praise the emperor's hundred shots...

Mother begged the Bodhisattva to pray to the gods and longed for an opportunity to reverse her status, and now this opportunity has come.

The eunuch announced the imperial decree, and the mother changed from a little beauty that no one cared about to a concubine Li.

I really don't have much respect for this father.

He neither played a qualified father in my childhood, nor played a qualified husband in my mother's life.

The news of my mother's pregnancy made me feel very incredible. She looks like you are no different from usual, but under this appearance, a brand new life is absorbing nutrients in her body.

Li Fei's treatment is very good, so good that I feel that all this is like a dream.

A dream she fabricated for the sake of wealth and glory, the noble man who spoiled her by the Qinhuai River, the man who made her wait for several years in Fengyue Tower, the man who brought her hope but imprisoned her in a cage...

Even me, maybe it's all my mother's fantasy dream.

Maybe when she wakes up, she will find that she is still sleeping on the big black lacquer carved bed in Xiulou. Every day, she will be woken up by the maid at regular intervals. She will sit in front of the dressing table and draw red lips on Emei, and then watch the sparkling Qinhuai River dry up. Sitting all day, waiting for night to fall, waiting for the lights to come on, waiting for man after man to come and go, falling asleep after the affair, and doing it all over again the next day.

Then what am I?

Am I a sustenance born of her desire?

Did she give birth to a seed of love because she loved that man, or did she make a crazy bet because she loved that man's identity?

The brilliance on her face was even more radiant than when she was young by the Qinhuai River. The desire for power and status made her glow with unimaginable vitality, even surpassing the loss of time.

She stroked her stomach happily and asked me, "You'er, do you think this is a younger sister or a younger brother?"

I didn't speak, and I couldn't tell whether the child was a boy or a girl, but no matter who he was, he was destined to bring us extraordinary waves.

The forces from the previous dynasty poured into the harem one after another, and after constant wrestling, a strange balance was reached. No child has been born in the palace for three or four years.

It's not that there is no pregnant concubine, but there is no child born.

This sinful and eerie calm.

The balanced situation cannot be broken by anyone.

But mother, she made another crazy bet.

She told the emperor about this, and in exchange for a promotion, she believed that with her scheming in the entertainment field, she would definitely be able to capture the emperor's heart.

I don't agree with her doing this, but she still insists on doing it.

I know that man loves no one but himself.

No, he only loves his supreme power.

The mother's face is full of happiness, but I can't be stable all day long.

The gifts from each palace have been delivered, and we are about to move from Qingyu Xiaozhu to Qingfang Palace.

Mother's hand was placed on her stomach all the time, it seemed to be affectionate and protective.

Am I born bathed in such love?

She pulled me into her arms and hugged me. Since entering the palace, she has always been busy fighting with concubines and winning people's hearts in the harem.Ever since she knew that I had no intention of becoming emperor and that I behaved extremely poorly in the Shang Study Room, she seldom acted so intimately towards me.

Her personal maid, Zhan Fang, congratulated her and said, "There are already seven princes in the palace, so we might add another one!"

Niang rubbed her belly and thought back slowly: "I really like to eat sour food these past few months, maybe I'm a smart kid."

Zhan Fang laughed heartily, the laughter was as bright and crisp as a silver bell.

A group of women in the room laughed.

After a while, Zhan Fang looked at me suspiciously: "Your Highness Fifth, are you unhappy?"

I shook my head, "Happy."

I am no longer alone in the palace, and I am about to have a new life to accompany me.

It's just that he still has to live such a painful and depressing life, stumbling and growing up in the terrible palace.

If possible, I would rather he not be born in the emperor's family.

But I can't deprive him of the opportunity to come to this world.

I want him to be happier and more peaceful.

I want to protect him.

Zhan Fang said, "Why are you so sad?"

I smiled and didn't speak.

My mother hugged me and patted my head, and murmured: "You'er, you're 11 years old, you'll be an adult soon,"

I looked at my mother's belly.

I will be more than ten years older than this child, and I want to protect him.

I can protect him too.

We used to have four maids and old mothers brought over from Jiangnan, and they all died intermittently over the years.

Qingyu Xiaozhu now has five maidservants who are in their prime.

They belonged to the eldest prince, the second prince, the third prince and the fourth prince respectively.

Only Zhanfang stood with us.

In this huge palace, there are only three of us.

It turns out that in the harem, moving is such a fast thing.

I didn't have to do anything, I just went to the upper study, and when I came back, the palace people had moved everything.

Qingfang Palace is full of plum trees.

It is said that I am very masculine towards a certain emperor, and in order to please his male favourite, I set up such a residence in the palace and planted plum blossoms everywhere.

The history books did not record the ending of the male favorite, as if he just appeared in history suddenly, and then disappeared inexplicably.

It's not a good ending after all.

Because the emperor only indulged in it for a few years, after that he was supposed to marry a concubine and have children, and the male favorites called into the palace one after another were placed in various palaces.

Thinking about it this way, I really have a good tradition towards the emperor. They don't love anyone, they only love themselves and power.

The status of the mother has risen, and people have been stuffing people into the Qingfang Palace, and the mother has accepted them all.

She and Zhan Fang were planning something, but they didn't tell me.

Probably in her eyes, I am a really ignorant and hopeless son.

She takes that kid very seriously, and I think that's her next bet.

Last night a court lady was carried out wrapped in a white cloth, I asked my mother what happened, she just smiled softly: "It's nothing, just slipped and fell into the water."

On her bright moon-white dress, there was a splash of blood, a little bit of blood, which did not attract her attention. From a distance, it looked like a plum blossom embroidered on the corner of her dress, blooming the brilliance of life in the snowy night .

A chill that penetrated the bone marrow rose from the bottom of my feet, and I looked at my mother's indifferent expression.

Her gentle side face under the dim candlelight turned into a huge shadow cast on the wall under the refraction of the glass screen, and when the wind blew, she bared her teeth and claws.

The wooden door was rattling by the wind, it was the shadow laughing.

Her bright lips stuck to her teeth, and she smiled and said, "Your, is there anything you want?"

My neck twisted stiffly.

She rubbed her stomach, and at this moment, she could already see the traces of a life, "Great country, don't you have anything you want?"

She said to herself, "As long as you want, mother will earn it for you."

She smiled, more beautifully than ever.

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As long as he said this, he began to cough crazily. He covered his mouth, his tall and straight body bent into a cringing posture, and a little bit of bright red dripped from between his fingers on the paper, mixing with the ink.

Red is not red and black is not black.

I hurriedly gave him the handkerchief, but he waved his hand and raised his head.

His eyes were red, and dark blood clots had already appeared on his hands.

There was blood on the corner of his mouth, and he smiled very coquettishly. Looking at the blood clot in his hand, he felt a little regretful, but more relaxed: "Time is running out!"

I didn't say any words of comfort.

He looked at me knowingly: "It seems that you already know the result?"

I nodded.

He asked calmly, "How long does the imperial doctor say I have?"

I looked at the plum blossoms outside the window, and gave it a vague time, "Maybe it's time for the flowers to fade."

He smiled and took the handkerchief from my hand to wipe off the blood.

I responded, "Master Hou, it's getting dark, you should go to bed early."

He nodded, and I helped him to the bed, turned off the light, and slept at the foot of the bed with my legs crossed.

My back was leaning against the bed, and I felt a constant tremor, and he was coughing gently.

I stood up and asked, "Master Hou?"

He waved his hands, his voice hoarse: "It's not easy for you to rest, so you won't disturb others."

The little girl leaning against the foot of the other bed was still awake.

He cared about other people's feelings even when he was sick. Could he really be a tyrant?

From the stories he narrated, I saw that he was an overly sober person.

A person who can restrain his desires.

Will he be a tyrant?

I didn't fall asleep, and kept handing him water, wiping sweat, and blood by the bed.

His eyes were bright, but the whites of his eyes had begun to become cloudy and congested, which completely destroyed the beauty of those eyes.

He seemed to want to say something to me, but his body didn't allow it, and he still held my hand with burning eyes.

I asked in a low voice, "Is there anything that must be finished today?"

He smiled, with blood on his teeth: "Is it too late?"

I nodded.

He blinked contentedly, and sighed: "After Zishi, it will be the emperor's birthday."

"Is it special? Which brother of Lord Hou?"

He coughed, and quietly drew an eight in my palm with his fingers.

He took a rough breath to calm down, and after a long while, he said in a weak voice: "February [-]th, Jingzhe."

He even began to sing a nursery rhyme, "Last night, the thunder exploded and the flowers exploded. This morning, I checked the corner carefully. The realgar sprinkled on the pests, and the centipede crawled all over the ground."

As if responding to him, there was a thunderous sound outside the window for no reason.

I was startled, and he lowered his eyelashes, "It's also the anniversary of our eighth's death."

He hehe laughed, but he could only make a strange sound, like a ghost instead: "It was supposed to be my death day, how could I have lived so many more years?"

Such a special day aroused his desire to talk.

I have also heard some secret histories among the people. After entering the palace, many old people told me a lot of unknown things in order to curry favor with me, and they probably knew some of them.

If those things are true, how much burden and regret does the disobedient waiter carry on his body?

Some things, pressed in people's hearts for a long time, will rot and ferment, and after a little longer, bubbles will emerge after fermentation, and on a certain day when people collapse and are caught off guard, they will suddenly turn out and crush all the things in the heart. line of defense.

For the disobedient Hou, that day is probably today.

I finally understood why he said that I resembled him, we both carry something too deep.

Because of this little sympathy, I don't plan to tell His Majesty our conversation tonight, just forget it after finishing talking.

He forgot, and I forgot too.

I patted his hand and sat on the head of the bed, he looked up at me, his pale neck was too fragile to hold.

He smiled: "In your eyes, I am a tyrant."

Not counting, I lowered my eyes, natural and man-made disasters are sometimes unavoidable.

If you really want to pursue it, it may be called exhausted.

His nails pinched my skin deeply, and there was a tingling pain, and he said something that made my heart tremble: "I never want to kill, never want to get involved in a fight, never want to get blood on my hands."

"I never want the people in the world to live in dire straits."

"I have never been a tyrant!"