The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

Under the strict request of His Royal Highness, Changsheng felt for the first time that he was not so stupid. It took him a month to memorize the entire "Analects of Confucius", which was half a year faster than he expected.However, His Royal Highness couldn't stop shaking his head, looking at him like looking at a hopeless donkey...

It is said that the prince is accompanying him to read, but in fact it is the prince who is teaching him to read.His Highness the Fourth Highness often asks for leave and does not go to class on weekdays, and closes the door to study on his own.After a long time, Changsheng finally discovered the reason.As long as Murong Zhaohui plans to go to class, there will always be some small accidents.For example, the maid in the third emperor's womb accidentally spilled soup on the fourth prince's clothes, for example, on rainy days, the path leading to the outside of the fourth emperor's womb would be blocked by mud.Even if they went to class, five or six princes would surround their master and keep asking questions, preventing Murong Zhaohui from asking.The third prince Murong Dexin also liked to make things difficult for him, deliberately mocking and teasing him.Therefore, Murong Zhaohui often took leave and studied by himself in Cuiyu Palace.

Today is the day to visit relatives, he has not seen his father for a month, although his father often scolded him when he was at home, but his words were hard and his heart was soft, and when he saw that he was upset, he would turn around and coax him again.

As soon as he entered the gate of Sikong Mansion, Meng Changsheng didn't see his father smiling, but instead saw his father with a worried face, hesitating to speak.Aunt Zhang quickly served the food, and the little girls in the house were also busy cleaning.The father and son sat next to each other to eat, Meng Sikong couldn't hold back, his hands trembling while holding the food.

"Changsheng, do you know anything about the Fourth Prince?"

"What's the matter?" Chang Sheng asked while eating, and he was obviously interested when he heard the words "Fourth Prince".

Meng Sikong sighed: "I really don't know if it's good or bad for you to be his companion, hey... don't think too much about it, live your life well, and the rest will be figured out for you."

"What's the matter, father, isn't the fourth prince all right?" Chang Sheng put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

"I think you should also know that the Fourth Prince was not favored. Originally, the Fourth Prince was favored before, even the most favored. That was when Mrs. Lian was still alive..." Meng Sikong paused, lost in memory. "At that time, you were still young, so you don't remember anything. Mrs. Lian's beauty was overwhelmingly loved by His Majesty, and Mrs. Lian's son, Murong Zhaohui, was also favored by His Majesty. But the good times didn't last long. One day, she suddenly became crazy, and finally... on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th, she committed suicide by diving into the red lotus pond in the palace. Later, without Mrs. Lian, Murong Zhaohui's temper was cold, and the grace of the Holy Majesty also disappeared. It gradually faded away. Maybe it was because he didn't want to think about the matter with Mrs. Lian. The Holy Majesty never summoned him alone, and it seemed that he had forgotten him in the past few years. But the third prince and others still regarded him as a thorn in their side, Difficulty. The fourth prince is not good at making friends, and Mrs. Lian is just a beautiful dancer with no influence in the court, so...the situation of the fourth prince is very dangerous, I hope you can understand."

After hearing his father's words, Chang Sheng recalled the night when he met Murong Zhaohui, that day was the Mid-Autumn Festival, he was crying alone in a red lotus pond full of red lotuses in a red dress, looking so fragile and helpless, but He approached him, but he acted coldly, rejecting others thousands of miles away.

"Father, does Mrs. Lian like red clothes?"

"How do you know?" Meng Sikong asked in surprise.

"I... I just guessed randomly..."

"That's right... Mrs. Lian was very fond of red when she was alive. The red lotus pond was a gift from the emperor, but it's a pity that no one takes care of it now..."

After following the fourth prince for a month, Chang Sheng noticed that he did not wear red clothes on weekdays, but mostly in simple and elegant colors, such as light green and moon white.Wearing red clothes is only for that night.He has never seen His Highness the Fourth Highness cry on weekdays. His cold and expressionless appearance made people who didn't know take the initiative to retreat three miles. The reason why he cried that night...was because he remembered his mother...

Thinking of this, Changsheng began to sympathize with the fourth prince who lacked the love of mother and father.Although he didn't feel much maternal love, his father loved him very much.When he grows up to such a big age, he hasn't even learned all of "The Analects of Confucius", which is all learned by his father.And the emperor has a lot of things to do every day, and he has more than one son, so of course he doesn't care much for the poor fourth prince.Thinking of this, Chang Sheng swore secretly that he must protect the Fourth Highness and not let him be wronged.

Seeing his son's dumbfounded appearance, Meng Sikong thought that he had frightened his son by speaking too harshly, so he quickly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, son, you still have a father. If the fourth prince loses power one day, you Father will find a way to prevent you from being implicated!"

"Don't worry dad, my son will definitely protect the prince and not let dad worry!"

Looking at his son's stupid look, Meng Sikong couldn't help shaking his head and sighed a few more times.

"It won't be easy for you to come back in the future. Just rest well at home and spend more time with dad. We have to leave tomorrow..."

Changsheng filled another bowl of rice, looked up at the moon in the sky, and the handsome face of the fourth prince appeared in his mind, with a sweet smile on his lips.To be honest, he felt very happy to let him stay with the fourth prince.Even if that person stood motionless in the courtyard, it was still a beautiful scenery, and people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Now it's October in the lunar calendar, and the weather is getting colder. Changsheng is afraid of the cold, so he covers himself tightly.The window is open and the moon can be seen from the window.The light of the moon is very cold, and it makes people feel chills.The moon can remind him of Murong Zhaohui.Zhaohui...Zhaohui...Compared with the morning sunshine, Changsheng felt that he was more like moonlight, giving people a cool feeling, a kind of glamorous beauty.But he believed what Xiao Shuang said, and if he talked to the prince more, he would become more cheerful.

On the second day, Chang Sheng tidied up a bunch of things, and took out private money that had been treasured for many years from under the pillow, all of which were given by the elders during the festivals.Apart from buying candied haws and pine nuts secretly when he went out, he didn't touch the rest.He took it out and counted it, the bits and pieces added up to more than 100 taels, Chang Sheng squinted his eyes with a smile, thinking that with this money, he should be able to use it for a long time.

Walking to the main room, Meng Sikong didn't know what he was thinking, and sighed from time to time.

Changsheng tugged at the burden on his back, walked over lightly and said: "Father, I should go." Meng Sikong came back to his senses: "Changsheng, are you leaving?" Looking at the sky, he said sadly: "That's right, it's already afternoon, if you don't leave, it will be dark in an hour. Father will take you to the palace gate."

The father and son set off from Sikong Mansion slowly in a carriage, and Changsheng lifted the curtain from time to time to watch the bustling market outside.

"Changsheng, here are five silver bills of ten taels. Although the palace doesn't need money, it might be. You keep it safe, just in case."

Changsheng excitedly put away the banknotes, and a whole stall of candied haws appeared in his head.He happened to see a peddler selling candied haws at the corner of the street shouting, he quickly stopped the carriage, handed over a few copper coins and bought two bunches, he bit a bunch himself, and passed a bunch to his father.Meng Sikong picked up the candied haws, a bit dumbfounded.His son is too simple and too ignorant of the world.After all, his Meng family is just such a single seedling, and he is used to Changsheng like this, so he can't blame others.

"Longevity, maybe dad is worrying too much. Now the princes are still young, and the emperor is in good health. It is estimated that there is still a long way to go before the struggle for power. You should grow up well. When you grow up, the prince will grow up too. You You don’t need to be a companion anymore. At that time, it’s fine for anyone to exclude anyone else, it has nothing to do with you. You just need to live in peace and live a long life. But... Dad said so, don’t be completely relieved, Be careful not to be harmed by others at all times, you must be on guard against others..."

Meng Sikong continued to babble, Changsheng half-forgot about what he had heard, and when he got to the palace gate, he just remembered that his father told him not to worry too much.Changsheng thought it was just a companion reading, how could something happen?Dad really worried too much.

The red palace wall stretches all the way as if there is no end, and the corners of the buildings in the palace are raised, like the wings of birds stretching to the sky.Those who enter the palace are like prison birds, unable to fly away from the long palace walls.When Meng Sikong suddenly had such an idea, even he was startled.Isn't it what I want to send my son to be a prince's companion?But... the treacherous struggle in the palace is not something that his mere courtiers can personally feel.Calm down and think about it, I don't know if this is good or bad for Changsheng.Meng Sikong looked at the back of his son entering the palace, and was filled with reluctance for a moment.

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