Bamboo Raw Huaian

When the prince and Shisan returned to the mansion, it was already dark.

It snowed for most of the day, and it stopped when it was dark, and a thick layer of snow spread all over the ground.

The prince carried Shisan off the carriage, reluctant to let people go to the ground, so he hugged him like this, and walked into the main courtyard on the snow.

Thirteen was very obedient at this time, leaning against the prince's arms, looking up at him.

In the afternoon, I cried a lot in the Merlin, and the area around the phoenix eyes was still red.At this moment, I was looking at people without blinking, and when I was stimulated by the cold wind blowing over, it didn't take long to cover a layer of mist, dense, like a new spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The sky was fine, and the moon was very round, hanging in the dark blue night, casting gentle light on the snow.

Shisan watched the man quietly by the moonlight.

In fact, the prince has a very good appearance, the three courts and five eyes are standard; the skin is fair and clear, but it has been blown by the wind and sand for several years at the border, and it has become a healthy wheat color, which looks more stable.It is a look that can make countless girls dream about.

It's just that the coercion is too heavy on weekdays, and when a pair of eyes are opened, there is an aura of calm and prestige.The people around were already apprehensive after being looked at by him, so they didn't have the time to look at the appearance of this living Yan Luo.

Only when facing Thirteen, the prince's brows and eyes are soft.

Thirteen stared at the prince all the way, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

The prince felt it, didn't say anything, and let him watch.After entering the courtyard, he finally couldn't hold back, and wrapped his cloak around his face: "When you're tired, close your eyes and sleep, why are you staring so loudly?"

Thirteen smiled quietly, and before he let go of his hand, he lowered his head and kissed the man's cool fingers.

The prince sighed, and reached out to rub the top of his hair.Just when he was about to say something, his expression suddenly froze.

Thirteen felt his tension, lowered his eyebrows, and looked into the courtyard calmly.

The yard is very quiet, only the old pagoda tree in the east stands standing.The wind passed through the frost and snow on the branches, making some subtle sounds.

There is a stone table under the locust tree, on which there are always chessboards and scented tea.There is nothing on the stone table now, presumably because of the snow, Anwen and the others took the things back into the house.

To the west is a gazebo.It is built on the shade side, so the sun can't shine, so it's very cool to sit in the summer when the wind blows through the hall.It is indeed extremely cold in winter, and no one goes there, and the servants in the mansion don't care about it when they sweep the snow.Therefore, the snow around the gazebo is still laid flat, and there are no footprints left by anyone stepping on it.

The light in the gazebo was not good, it was pitch black, and there was a faint, as if there was a person standing there.

Thirteen pursed his lips, his muscles tightened under the cloak, and he was ready to get out of the prince's arms at any time, in case the man suddenly made trouble, and the prince was holding him and it was difficult to move.

The prince didn't let him go, but he didn't move forward either.Tightening his muscles, he stood guardedly at the gate of the courtyard, waiting for the person in the gazebo to move.

The man seemed to realize that someone had entered the courtyard, and turned around in the darkness.Paused, exerted force on his feet, and jumped up from the gazebo, lightly

The land falls on the only way to enter the main house.

The strong wind he brought lifted up a thin layer of snow on the ground, fluttered, and then fell back to the original place without leaving any traces.

is a master.

Thirteen looked at the tall figure of the man cast by the firelight of the lantern at the door of the house, and thought so.

He thought that this person might be difficult to deal with, so he secretly exerted force on Wang Ye's arm, implying that Wang Ye put him down first.

But he felt that after seeing the opponent's skill clearly, the prince put away all the hostility in his body, patted him comfortingly, and walked towards that person.

Thirteen was a little surprised, and when he looked over again, he saw that the man had turned around.With the light on, Shisan finally saw the man's face clearly.

A face very similar to the prince's.

The prince didn't let him go, but nodded slightly to the man: "Your Majesty."

Thirteen and everything became clear.

The emperor supported the reformist faction headed by King Huai'an from beginning to end.Or to put it another way, the emperor wants to take power and reform, so there is a reformer headed by King Huai'an.

Now that the people of the old clan are pressing on him step by step, the emperor has no way out, so he discussed with the prince and came up with a plan to burn the boat and put it to death.

This road is dangerous and dangerous, so only a very small number of people involved in it know.

The emperor has been waiting these days, waiting for an old clan to think that it is safe to kill the prince in one fell swoop, and the prince still has the ability to reserve a second chance.

Right now, the emperor's secret visit to the palace at night can only explain one thing.

The time has come.

The emperor looked at Shisan in the prince's arms, and said nothing, there seemed to be emotions surging between his brows and eyes, which finally turned into a helpless sigh.

He had heard that Xiao Daokun brought back a beauty from the Nanfeng Hall, but he only thought that he had found a small gadget to cover up people's eyes.When we met today, I realized that at some point, these two people were really moved.

Born in an emperor's family, affection has never been something extravagant.He himself had been impulsive, and with his youthful enthusiasm, he thought that he and his lover could become special cases, but in the end, no one can escape the family interests and power struggles.

The love between two people is not enough to overcome the clan entanglement.

The emperor looked at the prince and Shisan, and brought out the pain hidden in his heart.

It is another pair of lovers who want to part with each other under the cage of power.

Sighing slightly, the emperor said: "The widow is waiting for you in the house."

After that, I want to go to the house.

Before he could turn around, the prince said, "Your Majesty."

Saying so, the prince put Shisan down, stretched out his hand to gather the cloak that was wrapped around his body, and did not let go until the soft fur with his body temperature covered Shisan's small face so that only half of it was exposed.

The emperor was stopped by him, so he didn't go forward, and stood there waiting for him.See him wrap the little person in his arms tightly like a baby, and lead the person towards him.

The emperor had never seen his younger brother nervous like this alone, he didn't move, he stood there calmly and looked at the person Xiao Daokun had on top of his heart.

The prince stood in front of him with Shisan, and introduced him: "Duan Qingzhu."

This is what it means to entrust someone to his care.

The emperor sighed in his heart, Xiao Daokun really cared about people.

The little man came out a few steps from behind the prince, lowered his phoenix eyes in an orderly manner, stood still, performed a literati salute, and said: "Qingzhu Duan, I have seen Your Majesty."

The voice is neither happy nor sad.

The emperor was a little surprised.

He thought, even if Xiao Daokun took a fancy to the people in the Nanfeng Hall, they were just a little more obedient and sensible than others.It's amazing, after reading for a few days, it's just a little bookish.

Now it's not always the case.

The demeanor of this person's actions and speech is engraved in his bones, without the influence of childhood, it is difficult for ordinary people to pretend to be such a calm attitude.

If there is anything like Xiao Chang in him, it is only that amazing little face

The emperor looked at his eyebrows and suddenly remembered something.

He remembered that ten years ago he and Xiao Daokun made the first innovation, and a servant stood up to argue with the old clan.Later, when the reform failed, the servant was regarded as the leader, and all his families were executed.

That servant was surnamed Duan. He used to be an official in Guangling, known as Duan Guangling.

The man's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be very similar to the child in front of him, but they were not as delicate, and looked more bold.

He vaguely remembered that the man had a son who was extremely intelligent and possessed the unique arrogance of a young man.

Back then Xiao Daokun got close to Duan Guangling in private, and after Duan Guangling died, Xiao Daokun went to check the files.

It turned out to be him.

The emperor's thoughts were quick, and on the surface it was only a few breaths of effort.

He looked at Xiao Daokun and said, "Got it."

Then went into the house.

The prince got the promise, he didn't rush in, turned around and tucked Shisan's clothes, and said softly: "Go back to sleep first, remember to ask someone to light up the stove, don't wait for me."

He paused, as if he wanted to order something again, and finally he just said, "Sleep well in the future, and pay attention to your body."

Thirteen responded, with his head down, unable to see clearly, and did not move.

The prince asked him to look up, and rubbed his small face with his fingertips, looking into his eyes with some imperceptible reluctance in his voice, coaxing him: "Good boy, go to sleep."

Thirteen, don't turn your head so he can't see it, keep your eyes closed, and don't speak.

What the prince is going to do, if one more person knows, the risk will be higher.

So he didn't dare to ask the prince what he was going to do.

It's just that he knows in his heart that if he goes back today, he doesn't know when he will see the prince again.

He is not afraid of a long time, he can wait no matter how long.

He was afraid that going back today would be a farewell.

The moonlight is like water, reflecting Li others.

half an hour.

Thirteen slowly raised his head, and when the prince finally saw him clearly, all the deep sorrow was hidden, and there was already a smile on his small face.

The red lips are slightly raised, raising a ostentatious arc, the phoenix eyes are curved, and the bright moonlight shines in the eyes, reflecting the shadow of the prince.

Thirteen's nose was so sore that it almost hurt, but he still forced himself to laugh.

He can't let the prince have any worries.

He looked up at the prince, the corners of his mouth were still curled up, and his eyes described every detail of the prince's face inch by inch.

He will remember it forever.

His heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something, and the pain made him almost out of breath.

He didn't dare to breathe, any movement was enough to make him lose his mind and cry hysterically in front of the person in front of him.

No.

he told himself.

Thirteen looked at the prince, opened his mouth, and finally made a sound after several times.

He said softly: "Good night, Xiao Daokun."

The emotion in my eyes is about to be out of control.

Thirteen closed his eyes, tried his best to maintain the curvature of the corners of his lips, stood on tiptoe, and finally kissed the prince's lips.

Then, unable to wait for anyone to respond, he turned around and walked into the house.

The moonlight sprinkled gently on the snow, reflecting the tears in a pair of phoenix eyes.

On the day of Chuxue, Thirteen was alone, wrapped himself in the quilt of him and the prince, weeping silently, crying heartbreakingly.