The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

Changsheng returned to Cuiyu Palace, he didn't see Murong Zhaohui still looking handsome for a few days, when Changsheng saw him, his eyes were still full of stars, his limbs were stiff and his nerves were tense.Murong Zhaohui didn't talk much, in fact Changsheng hadn't spoken much to him, teaching him to read was just asking him, not as carefully as his father.Changsheng somewhat regretted that when his father kept saying "Zhihuzhe Ye" in his ear, he didn't write down anything. He also left several of the masters he invited, saying that he had mastered the six orifices, and there was no need to teach him any more. .Now he doesn't understand a lot of content in the book, so if he asks Murong Zhaohui, he is afraid of disturbing his study.Even if you ask him, he will say, memorize it, and you will gradually understand it in a few years.Therefore, Changsheng worked hard to recite books, recite them in the morning, at noon, and then in the evening.After more than a month, Murong Zhaohui probably thought that he was really not suitable for studying, so he gradually reduced the task of studying and asked him to learn more martial arts.Changsheng is quite talented in learning martial arts, he can learn horseback riding and archery as soon as he is taught, and he can also learn wrestling, fighting, knives, guns and sticks very quickly.After that, Changsheng finally found his home, practiced martial arts hard, and determined to protect the Fourth Highness.

The new year is approaching, and it has been snowing heavily in recent days.Because of the intensity of martial arts training, Chang Sheng felt that his fear of the cold was better than before, and he didn't need to wrap himself too thickly in winter.Dusk is approaching, time for rest.After Changsheng practiced martial arts, he went back to his room, changed his clothes and prepared to study.As soon as I picked up the book, I heard the rustling of snow being stepped on.Chang Sheng put down the book, looked into the snow, and saw a white figure walking out slowly, looking like the Fourth Prince.

Where is he going?Chang Sheng put away the book, picked up the umbrella outside the door, and chased him out.

Where is he going with such heavy snow?Murong Zhaohui walked in front of him, but Chang Sheng didn't intend to catch up with him and stop him.Changsheng didn't know what he was thinking, so he wanted to follow him quietly.

The residence of the fourth prince is connected to a deserted palace, which is not taken care of, so there are few palace guards around.The imperial guards in the palace patrolled only once a day or two, and the vicinity was mostly silent.

Chang Sheng slowly followed behind Murong Zhaohui, hiding in hiding, for fear that he would find out.As he walked, Chang Sheng felt that the route became familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out to be the route he walked on the night of the banquet.

His Royal Highness... are you going to the Red Lotus Pond?

In winter, the red lotus withers, leaving only dead branches and leaves on the water surface, decaying to the extreme.A thin layer of ice formed on the red lotus pond, and snowflakes kept falling on it.The surrounding grass has also withered and yellowed, together with the broken rubble, telling the desolation after a long period of disrepair.

Murong Zhaohui walked slowly towards the pavilion, leaving two lines of footprints on the white snow.Changsheng didn't dare to follow too closely for fear of being discovered, so he had to wait and see by the water.The snow was too heavy, and Chang Sheng couldn't see the expression on Murong Zhaohui's face clearly, but he was a little worried that he would cry alone like that night.Murong Zhaohui was lying on the table in the pavilion, and Changsheng moved forward slowly following the footprints left by him lightly, and arrived in the pavilion in a short while.But now he felt a little regretful and wanted to go back.He didn't know what to say to Murong Zhaohui.

"Why, have you memorized all the books I asked you to memorize?" Murong Zhaohui lay on the table without looking up.

Changsheng was tongue-tied: "No... not... just a little bit..."

"What are you doing here?"

"I...I...I'm afraid His Highness will be alone..."

Murong Zhaohui raised his head, stared at Chang Sheng, his gaze shifted.Changsheng was shocked, and a blush floated on his cheeks.

"Can you make me not feel lonely?" Murong Zhaohui asked.

Chang Sheng stammered a sentence: "I don't know if I can... but... but... I can try, I will always be by His Highness's side, as long as you are willing.... As long as you are willing... ..."

Murong Murong Zhaohui chuckled a few times, turned around to look at the frozen water.This is the first time Changsheng saw him smile.His smile is so beautiful, like a peach blossom in full bloom in March, Chang Sheng thought, although he felt that Murong Zhaohui was probably laughing at his stupidity.

"You are so young, what can you understand?"

"I'm not young anymore, I can learn it!" Changsheng patted his chest, and the scene of himself becoming a hero and defeating the thieves appeared in his mind a few years later.He doesn't think he is young, isn't the saying that a hero makes a boy?

Murong Zhaohui raised his hand, finally stopped on the top of Changsheng's head, and stroked it twice.Chang Sheng looked up at Murong Zhaohui's face, then quickly lowered his head, he noticed that Murong Zhaohui's face was a little red, presumably it was because of the heavy snow and the cold.However, it was this blush that made his face look charming, Chang Sheng didn't dare to look directly at him, and his heart beat violently.

"Do you know the origin of this place?" Murong Zhaohui asked casually.Changsheng wanted to nod, but shook his head.Dad once told him so much, but he wanted to hear what His Royal Highness would say.

"Here... is the red lotus pond that the father gave to the concubine mother..."

Changsheng looked up at the dead leaves on the water, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.The dead lotus is really pitiful...

Chang Sheng originally thought that Murong Zhaohui would not continue talking, but unexpectedly he started talking to himself, talking a lot intermittently.Changsheng felt strange, but saw a jug of wine on the stone chair beside the pavilion, the jug was overturned, obviously empty.Murong Zhaohui should also smell of alcohol, but Changsheng has a stuffy nose today and can't smell it.

So...was it because of drinking?

"A long time ago, my father often came here to talk about poetry and painting with my mother and concubine, or to play music and dance. My mother and concubine were very good at dancing. At that time, the red lotus in the red lotus pond was blooming very well, and people would come here every few days. Take care of it carefully. It's a pity that the good times don't last long..." Murong Zhaohui sat down and looked at the frozen water surface, with layers of snow drifting evenly. "Four years ago...my mother didn't know what happened, but she suddenly became in a trance. At the beginning, it wasn't too serious. It was just a headache and insomnia. The imperial doctor came and prescribed some tranquilizing medicine, so she didn't care much. Who knows , and it became more and more serious. Sometimes my mother couldn't even figure out who she was, and she couldn't recognize who I was....My mother's illness was not cured, and my father stopped coming. Three years ago... Three years ago Mid-autumn night, my birthday, my mother was fine at the beginning, but disappeared when the birthday celebration was about to end... We searched aimlessly in the palace, and finally... found her in the pool. The lotus bloomed very brightly, and my mother was wearing a red dance dress, floating in the red lotus, as if she was asleep..." At this point, his voice became choked up, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

The second time Changsheng saw Murong Zhaohui's tears, he panicked.

"Your Highness! Don't be sad, Your Highness! Your mother and concubine must hope you have a good life, don't you?"

"You don't understand! How do you understand?" Murong Zhaohui's voice suddenly became stiff and cold, just like the night when Changsheng first met him. "I understand! I understand!... My mother... My mother is also in the sky. She told me that she will become stars and fireflies, and look at my..."

Murong Zhaohui's face was very red, even redder than before, Chang Sheng thought he must have drunk too much, he must be insane now.Just like my father would call his mother's name after being drunk countless times, and then weep silently.

"Really? You too...you too..." Murong Zhaohui slowly leaned on the pillar of the pavilion, closed his eyes, and slid down slowly.Chang Sheng hurriedly hugged him and shook him a few times, but Murong Zhaohui didn't respond.Chang Sheng touched his forehead with his hand, only to realize that he had a fever, and the fever was severe.It was very windy and snowy outside, Chang Sheng threw away his umbrella, carried Murong Zhaohui on his back and walked back slowly.

Murong Zhaohui was three years older than him, and was much taller than him. Although he was thin, it was still a bit difficult for Changsheng to carry him on his back.He had a fever, chanted nonsense, and called for his mother.Changsheng was a little sad, and he walked back along the way they had just come.Snowflakes flew all over the sky like goose feathers, and the whole world became white.Some snowflakes blew into Changsheng's eyes, Changsheng blinked, and the road ahead became blurred.After walking for quite a while, I don't know how long it took, Chang Sheng felt that he could not hold on any longer, looked up, and saw the Cuiyu Palace of the Fourth Prince was in front of him, then he chuckled and cheered up again.

"Oh! What's wrong, Your Highness?" Yanzi saw the two from a distance, put down what he was doing, and ran over.

"The Fourth Highness has a fever, please call the imperial physician quickly! I will carry His Highness back." Chang Sheng said to Yanzi.

"Hey, yes. Xiaoquanzi, Xiaolizi, Xiaoshuang, hurry up and help!"

Chang Sheng carried Murong Zhaohui into the house, and took off his coat for him.Now the sky has almost darkened, and the wind and snow are getting bigger at night, making people panic.

The imperial doctor came and said that the prince had contracted a cold, so he left a prescription and a few patches and left.Immortal will not leave, watching Xiao Shuang feed medicine to the prince.After taking the medicine, Murong Zhaohui's complexion gradually improved.

"My lord, you can go back to your room, Xiao Shuang and I are enough here." Yanzi said to him.Chang Sheng shook his head: "I... I'd better wait until His Royal Highness wakes up before leaving."

Swallow sighed and went out with an empty medicine bowl, and Xiao Shuang also went out to fetch water.Chang Sheng looked at Murong Zhaohui's face in a daze.The fire made people drowsy, Changsheng closed his eyes in a daze, and saw Duke Zhou in a while.Duke Zhou is a kind old man, talking to him with a smile.

After more than an hour, Murong Zhaohui suddenly tossed a few times, sat up, and asked in confusion, "Why am I here? I remember that I seem to..." Chang Sheng, who was dozing off at the side, woke up, thought for a while, and said : "His Royal Highness has contracted a cold, and is fine now."

"Didn't I go anywhere today?"

"No... just walked around the yard."

"What did I say?" Murong Zhaohui asked unwillingly.

Changsheng pretended to be stupid and shook his head.

Murong Zhaohui seemed relieved, and lay down again. "Changsheng, have you memorized your book?"

Changsheng shook his head sadly.

"Go back and endorse."

"Yes!"

After Changsheng replied, he immediately opened the door and left like the wind.

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