The prince in the cold palace

When he woke up, he was sitting alone in front of the bed, the shadow of the lamp was flickering, and he was covered in cold sweat.

The faint fragrance of Ruolan Ruohe floats into the nose, familiar and unfamiliar, as if centuries have passed.

The mind is still in a state of chaos, only the consciousness that constantly reminds oneself makes the unconscious limbs tense.

He sat up abruptly, retreated back against the wall, wrapped his body in a quilt tirelessly, the stiffness and soreness of his limbs made him gnash his teeth, but he ignored all the illogical, hoarse and tired His voice and terrified tone trembled with confusion and surprise, "... Yin Wuyao?!"

The body of the person sitting in front of the bed couldn't escape the stunned eyes for a moment, and then a pair of fox-like long eyes full of shrewd calculations narrowed slightly, a flash of pain flashed in the eyes, a half-smile, "... ...Oh, really, no one has ever called me by my first name." Zhang's overly refined face that showed no signs of age changed into a flat face, "even my first name..."

Zhi Fei only felt a lump in his throat and couldn't say anything.

Since he woke up, he has never seen Eleven again.The lamps and candles are flickering, the light and shadow are dim, and there is still darkness outside the window, so quiet that you can't even hear the chirping of insects and birds, only your own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, thump——

He exerted a little more force on his hand, leaving deep creases on the tightly pulled quilt. Although the trembling was not large, it showed the vigilance of the young man at the moment.

Yin Wuyao frowned and sighed, his face was a little uncomfortable, but it still gave people a sense of inscrutability.In front of Yin Wuyao, even an extremely human minister could not understand all the expressions on that man's face, let alone figure out his thoughts.

However, the person who is troubled now is indeed the emperor, his bright eyes are covered with a layer of gloom, "The waste..."

The voice paused, as if hesitating or thinking more deeply, but couldn't help but say, "I feel... I'm going to lose you forever."

There was some grief, but it seemed as if it had been expected. The emperor, who had never bowed his head to others, now had a little more sadness on his face, and he pulled out a wry smile as if accepting his fate, with a faint tone.

The clogged feeling in Zhi Fei's heart became heavier.

Looking at Yin Wuyao who still had a handsome expression but was lonely as if his heart was old, he opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the voice he said was almost unrecognizable to him. Originally, he wanted to say a few words of comfort, but then Frowning expressions are not suitable for people.

In the end, what he said was: "...you... go out first..."

Slightly widening his eyes, Zhifei saw the obvious pain in Yin Wuyao's eyes, stretched out his slender fingers towards him, but stopped abruptly, "Let me, calm down."

Yin Wuyao's movement of leaving was so smooth and elegant, without any hesitation.

If he didn't understand his non-procrastinating nature, Zhifei might feel more at ease. However, that person is an emperor who hides all his emotions in his heart. He is used to making his hidden emotions deep. Only when he really cares You can only express your emotions in front of the person you love, or you should take it step by step and wait for the other person to adapt.

Ah... Although my heart is still a little blocked and uneasy, but I don't know why, I feel relieved.

Even the body seems to have become much lighter.

The confusion and physical discomfort of the past few days, together with the abnormal reality of the dream, almost overwhelmed him.

However, when facing Yin Wuyao with his true self, those pressures seemed to disappear.It's true, man, the hardest thing is taking the first step.

Xin Wang... Is this your first condition?

"Eleven? Eleven... are you there?"

After calling softly a few times, a black figure flashed in front of Zhi Fei.

Eleven's expression was a little weird.

His hands trembled slightly, his lips turned white, and he seemed to want to say something, but he stood upright, staring blankly at Zhi Po.

"Yin, father, how is he...?"

"Your Majesty is still outside the door, he... is very worried about you."

Zhi Fei showed a slightly confused expression, and smiled wryly, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered by people who believe in the palace? And he can come here in such a timely manner, is it... you reported the letter?"

Eleven's body was stiff, and he said dumbly, "Yes. Your Majesty returned to Xindu before he finished dealing with the Northwest War. I heard that you had a high fever and stayed by your bedside for three days and three nights."

"Three days? Have I been in a coma for so long..."

"No, it's seven days. Since His Highness fell asleep, Xu Yan came here once and channeled a wave of true energy into your heart to protect your heart. It took His Majesty three days to arrive, and another three days to guard you, barely eating or sleeping."

It was the first time I heard Shi Shi say such a long sentence, but Zhi Fei didn't feel happy at all.

Presumably, during these three days, Shiyi also received a lot of blame from Yin Wuyao, failing to protect himself and heal himself, for the shadow guard, it may be the most shameful thing in his life.

Zhi Fei clenched his hands tightly and curled his fingers. Only then did he feel that his fingers were extremely cold. In the middle of the night, at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, before he had time to watch the flowers bloom and leaves fall, he experienced so much in a daze, and suddenly felt like The dream, but it happened to be that dream, which put Zhi Fei in a dilemma.

Every step is like walking on thin ice.

Just thinking about it, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. Perhaps the fever had subsided not long ago, and his body was still weak. When facing Yin Wuyao, he had already shown the greatest courage he could. Yin Wuyao After Yao left, the unknown stone in his heart was suddenly removed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Zhi Fei's spirit of pretending to be calm on the contrary relaxed, showing his tiredness and exhaustion.

"Your Highness..." Eleven looked worried, and wanted to step forward to help Zhifei, but he didn't see Zhifei's sign, and the aura around Zhifei was also quite different from before.

If it is said that there was a gentle and amiable aura flowing around Zhifei before, although the aura of Zhifei now is also soft, but it is a bit more cold, repelling people invisibly.

The faint sadness between the eyebrows disappeared for some reason, and there was a subtle and indescribable feeling from before.

But Eleven didn't think there was anything wrong with His Highness like that, on the contrary, he felt more at ease this way.When I got along with His Highness before, I could see the slight disgust in his eyes, but His Highness still accepted his existence, even if he hated him, he would not say the word hate, but opened his heart to accept everything.

Whether it was Xu Yan's insinuations, or the dream that made him struggle like a trap every night.

Although he didn't know what the contents of those dreams were, in short, they weren't anything unpleasant.

After realizing that his mind had gone so many circles, Eleven realized that he should have ignored everything that happened around him and only obeyed orders. He was no longer the murderous puppet who only obeyed the orders of the Lord.

As cold-hearted as he is, he actually cares about His Highness who rarely sees him.

No wonder His Majesty has a look in his eyes that he has never seen before...

His thoughts stopped there, and when Eleven looked at Zhifei, the person beside the bed was already fully dressed, although his movements were still a little stiff, but under that tenacious persistence, no one could approach this His Highness, who was in a different state of mind.

Eleven didn't know what it was like, the man's gestures and gestures had a faint demeanor.

Indescribable.

Zhi Fei glanced at the eye shadow guard, and before he could speak, he sighed softly, his tone vague and unfathomable, "...what should be faced, will be faced sooner or later."

Seeing Zhi Fei hesitate, he calmly opened the door, and was not surprised to see a tall figure standing at the door under the cool breeze and bright moon.

"I thought you didn't want to see me anymore." Yin Wuyao turned around with a slightly surprised expression.

Zhi Fei smiled faintly, "Your dishonesty is based on the calculations you have already made, so I shouldn't complain."

"You know all about it?" The expression on Yin Wuyao's face was unpredictable, and a variety of emotions rushed into his heart, and he could no longer hide it with indifference. Even though he was outside the room without candlelight at this moment, his sight could catch the sight in front of him very well. The facial features on the face are clear, and every expression cannot escape those bright eyes.

Zhi Fei also sensed the emperor's inquiring but sharp gaze, so he didn't avoid it, met his gaze, and said in a firm tone, "Know a little bit."

Yin Wuyao smiled wryly, "I'm afraid you already know more than me..."

"Are you afraid?" Zhi Fei asked indifferently, "It's too late to kill me."

A trace of pain spread, quickly spreading to all limbs, heart, there was a feeling of tearing, Yin Wuyao was silent for a while, "I... how could I kill you..."

His fists were clenched tightly, but the feeling of being irreparable was unforgettable.

It was the first time I encountered that kind of pain in my life, and I didn't want to try it again.

Only when the words were opened, Yin Wuyao moved a little away from the high-ranking decision-maker, showing a face that belonged to ordinary people, but Yin Wuyao who wanted to see that expression could only be at this time , Zhi Fei smiled bitterly in his heart, with a blank expression on his face, they were destined to be farther and farther apart.

For a while, the topic came to an abrupt end, and neither of them had anything to say.

Facing the sparse stars and the bright moon, the night is dark and the shadows of the trees are mottled, making me feel more lonely than when I am alone.

Eleven was waiting not far away. The distance was really reasonable, and he could arrive at the first time without hearing the content of the conversation between the two.

Zhi Fei thought of something that he shouldn't be thinking at a time like this.

Royal shadow guards are judged by the number of numbers. The closer the number is to one, the higher the martial arts and status. The status of nineteen should not be low among the shadow guards. The abundant medicinal materials and other news reports on hand can be seen Therefore, the status of eleventh is even worse than that of nineteenth.

Then the number of shadow guards brought by Yin Wuyao from the northwest, which is in the dark at the moment, is probably even higher than eleven.

What kind of training did they go through to make their hearts completely loyal to Yin Wuyao?

This question, which he shouldn't be thinking about, seems extremely attractive at this moment.

However, he may never know the answer, Yin Wuyao will no longer regard him as his confidant, and may set up a new crown prince when he returns to the imperial capital, and Eleven may return to his original position after the Xinwang Palace and his party are over. Continue to work for Yin Wuyao, hide in the dark, and naturally have no way of contacting him.

"Ahem..." Holding his hand to his lips, he coughed twice, which immediately attracted Yin Wuyao's concerned attention.

"The night wind is cold, what do you have to say, let's talk about it tomorrow—" The emperor's hand, which was about to take off his coat, rested on the belt, and the usually weak person flashed in front of his eyes. In the throat, there is no shortage of quick, accurate and ruthless strikes.

Before he could be surprised, his eyes caught the figure of Eleven flying up, and just as he was about to exit, he heard the voice of the only boy in the dark night.

"Eleven, don't force me to do it..." His tone seemed sad and helpless, "It's easy to kill Yin Wuyao at this distance and in this position."

The emperor said in a low voice, "Is that so..."

The emperor's hands have been grasped by the other hand, and they are skillfully pressed on the acupoints of luck. For a while, he can't move, and it's not easy to break free. Added a bit of realism.

"You're so wary of me—"

"I don't trust anyone anymore."

Raising his eyes, the coldness in Zhibai's eyes and the seemingly absent arc at the corners of his mouth were extremely strange.

Never seen such obscenity.

In the vivid eyes is the temperature of the snow-cold day, the skin without the slightest color is crystal clear and haggard, the indifferent expression and the natural curve, under the hazy moonlight, it looks like an elf or a ghost, it is impossible to guess and see, and it is unbearable. Can't help but be fascinated.