The prince in the cold palace

A beautiful silver bird fell from the sky and sang a few times in front of the window, as light and melodious as the spring water of a ding-dong. .

The sun shines through the window into the room, it is faint and warm, the light shines on the skin, and you can also see the fine texture on the back of the hand, one by one, criss-crossing, like a dense net that cannot be escaped. Fei stared blankly for a while, felt that his clothes were warmed by the sun and was about to sweat, so he reluctantly moved the chair away from the window, put on some clothes, opened the door and went outside.

I rarely see Mu Ao and Wen Han these few days. Occasionally, when Zhifei is in good health, he can be seen eating in the living room. He usually lies in bed when recuperating from illness. They never came to see Zhifei. The concubine, the concubine mother just shook her head, patted Zhifei's head, asked him to rest more, and then asked him what he wanted to eat.

In fact, after the fever subsides, the body is weak and can only eat liquid food. Apart from soup and medicinal juice, there is only porridge. These days Lufang has been worrying about porridge. Get tired of eating waste, eat less, and get better slowly.The same goes for the concoction. In order to make Zhifei drink it up, Lufang also spent a lot of time researching sweets, and made a lot of pine nut candies, maltose and so on. They are sweet and greasy, but not annoying.

Zhi Fei has been raising him for half a month. During this period, both the Taiyuan Academy and Master Song have reported leave. Master Song didn't say anything, and he didn't care anyway. Chang Xiangli asked Wen Han to bring a copy of the piano score to him. Zhifei, Wen Han's slightly evasive eyes made Zhifei couldn't bear to ask him any more, so he had to put away the endless sheet music, and left Zhibao's room as if he was escaping. Why does it feel like a child has reached the rebellious period.

He rubbed his fingers over the yellowed sheet music. The ancient way of marking tones was very different from modern ones. Zhi Fei couldn’t understand it at all. He sighed and put the sheet music on the bookshelf. Ancient books in one place.

Master Chang probably felt that he had great enthusiasm for learning the piano. In the palace, Chang Xiangli, a former Hanlin, had few people who could talk to him, let alone a bosom friend who also liked the piano. Although Zhifei feels like being loved wrongly, he also cherishes the memory of learning the piano very much. He never played a musical instrument in his previous life, and he lived well into his 30s. There are too many things he wants to try but has no time of.

In this life, let him have a good experience of life and do something that he couldn't do before.

Zhi Fei slightly raised his lips, in fact, every day now is different from before, full of novelty and unknown.

Mu Ao practiced his sword in the yard, his sword moves were very sharp and buzzing, as if he could cut through the wind, Mu Ao was very serious when he practiced his sword, except for the sword, he couldn't see anything other than the sword Therefore, Zhi Fei stood silently watching him dance with his sword.

Mu Ao's figure is stronger than before, and he is dressed in a black short jacket, which makes him look heroic and majestic. However, because of his rapid growth, his clothes are already shortened, and the buttons at the neckline cannot be buttoned, revealing a large piece of chest, which is tanned It is dark, with a very healthy complexion, clear clavicle, and chest muscles can be seen when the chest rises and falls, which makes Zhi Fei very envious.

Zhifei was not in good health since he was a child, even when he grew up to Mu Ao's age, he was not as healthy as Wen Han, let alone Mu Ao, which was simply not comparable.

In the last gesture, Mu Ao pulled a beautiful sword flower, and the long sword slowly fell back into the scabbard like an unpredictable wind. A set of swordsmanship is so smooth and flowing, I am afraid that even Song Jingman will feel that the hero is a teenager.

Mu Ao put away his sword, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and his back was also wet a lot. When he was about to go back to his room and change his clothes, he saw Zhi Fei standing under the eaves, and was stunned for a moment. Confused, then said to Zhi Fei with a flat expression, "Your Highness Seventh."

Zhi Fei felt a little embarrassed, and Mu Ao's eyes were shining with a light similar to that of Wen Han. It was a feeling that there was something he didn't want to let himself know, making Zhi Fei feel like a stone was pressing on his heart, and his breathing seemed to be It's a little uncomfortable.

He could only nod his head and say a few jerky greetings.

Mu Ao answered absently, and was about to walk to the room, but Zhi Po couldn't help but grabbed Mu Ao's clothes.

It was exactly the same as the scene on the first day, Mu Ao thought, at that time, His Highness also timidly held him with a small hand, like a spoiled child.

Mu Ao couldn't help being dazed, the Zhi Fei in front of him has hardly changed from that time, except for that more handsome face, even the expression and voice of speaking and doing things are the same as before, faint, straightforward, but let him People want to be close, with some kind of incredible attraction.

"I'm sorry...Your Highness, what were you talking about just now?" Mu Ao asked him with a slightly blushing face as he watched Zhifei's small, red mouth open and close, and the sound of his heart beating violently overshadowed Zhifei's voice. .

Zhi Fei looked straight at Mu Ao, hesitant at first, but refused to back down as if he had made up his mind, pursed his lips, and then said to Mu Ao, "You and Wen Han, do you have something to hide from me? ?”

But Mu Ao looked at the little hand that was unconsciously pulling him, and almost didn't hear it clearly. He regained his senses slightly, "...No, why does Your Highness think so?"

"Recently, you are always away. I asked my concubine and she didn't know. What are you busy with? Did something happen when I was unconscious, or did the second emperor make you do something embarrassing?" Zhi Fei frowned. He looks like a little old man, but what he said with a voice like a silver bell, which is serious and serious, doesn't sound funny, but cute.

Mu Ao smiled slightly, "We didn't go to see you, do you feel uneasy?"

He didn't use the address "Your Highness", but "You".

Those kind of pampering words filled Mu Ao's long-awaited feelings.

Zhifei didn't have any special concept about address, he just thought about what Mu Ao said, and then nodded.

Mu Ao grinned brightly, stretched out his hand, as if touching a treasure that he had been reluctant to move, and rubbed it on the top of Zhifei's head. The messy hair in the palm of his hand felt very good, and the top of his head that had been exposed to the sun was still soft. There was a warm temperature, the soft hair exuding a faint fragrance was twirling in the palm of his hand, and the hoarse voice unique to a developing male said to Zhi Fei, "I am very happy that you care about me."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, neither I nor Wen Han will do anything against His Highness, nor will anyone threaten us."

After talking for a long time, I still didn't tell myself what I was busy with, Zhifei thought dejectedly.

There is still the touch left by Mu Ao's big palm on the top of his head. The hot temperature in his palm seems to melt people away. Something else.

For dinner, Zhi Fei ate in the living room. The whole family sat around a small table. On the table were warm home-cooked dishes. As usual, it was porridge. In the mouth, it was a little hot, but it tasted good, "Hmm...is it bean sprout porridge?"

"Yes!" The girl Lufang chirped again, "Today is Qiqiao Festival, it's a pity that His Highness can't go to the most grand ceremony in the imperial capital because of illness~"

So let's use the carefully prepared bean sprout porridge to make up for this injured young heart... Zhi Fei twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't interrupt Lu Fang's chatter.

The mother and concubine listened with a smile on the side. Mu Ao finished a bowl of porridge without expression and was about to serve the second bowl.

"I heard that there is a competition, both men and women can participate, and you can compare everything, such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry, riding and shooting swords, yes, there are also competitions and embroidery. If the empress goes, You must beat all the others with your skills and win the first place!"

"Lvfang, don't say those irrelevant words, you see, the useless children are frightened by you." The concubine mother scolded, but she smiled softly. The concubine's embroidery is top-notch, excellent, and Lufang's words are natural With a bit of pride, but the women in the cold palace are not allowed to go out, not to mention the imperial palace, even this galloping palace is not allowed to take a step. When Zhifei fell ill, he stayed in Yuehua Palace. The rules in the palace became a pain in her heart.

It's just that it's not to blame for Lu Fang who speaks quickly, and the concubine mother just laughed it off, and asked Lu Fang to say something else to Zhi Fei.

Speaking of the competition, Lufang also talked about the excitement of those women's singing competitions. The flower boats on the river are full of the most outstanding singers from all over the world, and they have worked hard for the rare meeting in ten years. Practicing singing skills, at night, the bustle on the river is not as lively as on land. It is the ultimate enjoyment in the world to be able to swim in the river and hear the peerless singing.

Zhi Fei listened quietly, his eyes were full of curiosity and anticipation, coupled with Lu Fang's vivid description, it made him yearn even more, he had never been to the festival of Qiqiao Festival, although the big emperor three years ago I once promised to take myself there, but due to various reasons, I missed the appointment. This year happened to be seriously ill again, so I can only look forward to next year's Qiqiao Festival.

Just as he was talking, Wen Han came back, dressed in stars and moon, and also a little tired. He walked quickly to Zhi Fei, and with his hands protecting his chest, he took out a paper bag from his bosom, which was wrapped in green lotus leaves. , with brown straw stalks tied on it, Wen Han said with a smile, "This is the lotus leaf cake that His Highness has been longing for, just out of the oven, eat it while it's hot."

After finishing talking, Wei Zhifei spread out the small package, revealing the snow-white pastry, "Because the Qiqiao Festival is only sold after the unitary hour, if you don't go to the queue early, I'm afraid you won't be able to buy it at the third quarter of the day."

"It's so easy to sell?" Zhi Fei dubiously picked up a small piece of pastry and put it in his mouth. The sweet and creamy taste that melted in his mouth was simply better than all the pastries he had eaten in his previous life. Appearing exhausted, Zhi Fei nodded while eating, "Delicious..."

Wen Han smiled even more happily.

It was not in vain that he went to line up in front of that shop an hour earlier, and even borrowed the palace badge from his elder brother who had always been in a bad relationship.

He was almost recovering from his illness, and Zhi Fei also went back to Tai Academy to attend classes.

Wen Han carefully helped Zhifei sort out the homework that had been left behind, and he could recite more than half of it with a little review.Listening to the lectures in the Taiyuan Academy at will, Master Chang seems to have a little change in his relationship with him. He never cared about the obsolete studies, but this time when he came back, he was drawn to recite, and he had to answer questions about The issue of governing the country.

Zhi Fei blinked, these questions have always been answered by Brother Dahuang and the others, why did he suddenly point to himself?

The Fifth and Sixth Princes sitting next to them were whispering, probably gloating at the unpreparedness of Zhifei. Wen Han frowned and recalled what the Master had taught him before, but he could only think of sporadic opinions. The First Prince turned his back Seeing that Zhifei is gone, the Zhibao standing on the seat is one head and two big.

"Master, can you repeat the question just now..." Zhi Fei was in a daze.

Chang Xiangli rolled the book with his hands without any expression, and said lazily, "What is a country? What is a home?"

Ah, the theory of family, country and world has been answered by the emperor brothers before, but it is all cliché, and he didn't remember it even if he was abolished. For a while, he really couldn't think of the so-called standard answer, so he could only bite the bullet and stand. In the seat, I was a little at a loss, but I was recalling the impression of these two words.

Several accompanying readers also snickered and looked at Zhi Po. For some reason, everyone's eyes didn't seem very friendly today.

Zhi Fei thought for a while, and then he answered, "A home is a warm place where everyone, regardless of blood relationship, can sit around a table and eat together. A country is like thousands of such homes."

Answering this, Zhi Fei thought of the warm little room in the cold palace. The life of a family of five was ordinary but enjoyable. I have done some things for my concubine and Lufang. Wen Han can copy books, and Mu Ao can make some gadgets. The fathers-in-law who are out of the palace take them out to exchange for money, which is enough for the family's food, clothing and housing.

There was a lot of laughter and uproar in the classroom, the originally quiet classroom became extremely noisy, most people's eyes turned to ridicule and sarcasm, only Chang Xiangli was still frowning, neither saying anything wrong , did not say good.