At three o'clock, Zhao Yanheng rode a jujube red horse and galloped directly into the main gate of the palace, dismounted in Yungao Courtyard, turned over and rushed to the house, his neckline was soaked with sweat, and his handsome face was also sunburned crimson. Zhao Yanheng appeared at the door in a green lotus-colored robe, the person lost some weight, and the smell of sweat emanated from the man's body, a thick and rough masculine smell, and he didn't see it for half a month, and he became more and more arrogant.

Li Fei brought an eight-inch tooth carving fuqin Tujin beech wooden bowl, and said with a smile: "Your Highness has worked hard, hurry up and take a sip of tea." ”

Mixed with the chicken bone fragrance to relieve the heat, and with a little residual warmth, Zhao Yanheng drank it unhappily, and said with a smile: "It's better to add some crushed ice." ”

"Just drink it. Zhao Yanheng was afraid of the heat, and at the end of May, Li Fei didn't follow him, and said: "I have prepared water, you wash it well." ”

Zhao Yanheng went to the clean room, his clothes had been taken off, and he was bending down to pull out his boots, but no one followed. Zhao Yanheng walked out barefoot, and Li Fei's figure was nowhere to be seen, and asked the maid, "Where is the princess?"

I asked Si Xiang's maid. Si Xiang faced a hard muscle and bone in front of him, didn't dare to take a second look, lowered his head and turned red uncontrollably, and said, "The princess went out, the princess said, wait for you in Xiang Zhixuan." ”

Zhao Yanheng turned around. Si Xiang stared at the landscape map screen on the periphery of the clean room and looked at it again and again, and finally moved his steps to avoid it.

Dong Rang accompanied the prince to ride a horse slower, one step later to return to the house, in the gatehouse to drink a bowl of water, first heard the girl of the Duan family, patted the thigh, and hurried towards the Yungao Courtyard, at the gate of the courtyard first asked the door-guarding mother-in-law where the princess was, and then rushed to the clean room with confidence, and said: "Master, it's not good, it's not good, Miss Duan has lived in the palace for more than ten days." ”

The cold towel covered his forehead, it was less than two years ago for Dong Rang, and decades ago for Zhao Yanheng, so who is Miss Duan, Zhao Yanheng has long forgotten, and said comfortably, "Who?"

Dong Rang blinked his eyes and said briefly: "It's Xiao Shiyu's aunt and cousin!"

For a moment, Zhao Yanheng, who was covered with his head, didn't react at all, and then with a poof, Zhao Yanheng's whole person slid to the surface of the water, and there were waves on the water.

"Master!" Dong Rang was worried about reaching out to catch people, Zhao Yanheng surfaced, a curtain of water on his face sealed all his expressions, and shouted: "You go out." ”

Dong Rang was stunned for a moment and then hurriedly retreated.

Zhao Yanheng wiped his face and looked up at the roof, his eyes were like a layer of iris, and there was nothing in his eyes.

Xiao Mao, Xiao Mao, Xiao Mao!

He, of course, will never forget jì...... Those years were years of dependence.

Does Your Highness want to return to the capital?

After the fifteenth day of the first month. The catkins-like snowflakes fell for three days and three nights, and the huge Xiangyang palace was covered with snow, empty, one empty house after another, and at the age of ten, he ordered someone to lock all the empty houses, so that he felt that the dull heart felt better.

Does Your Highness miss the emperor and his mother?

Of course I miss it, he has been a young son for ten years, and he is very favored by the emperor, that is, the kind of indulgence, without many requirements, and the doting on the younger son. At that time, his young mother had just been promoted to Concubine Rou, although he had moved to Duanben Palace two years earlier, and he could see him once every three or four or five days when he was in the capital, which was like now, and he had not seen him for three or four or five months.

At the age of ten, he sat on the stone steps, his eyes looking north, so to speak.

Is Your Highness's writing finished?

Have you finished reading Your Highness's book?

Has Your Highness's Mounted Shooting Completed Today?

Far away from the capital, he was once like a wild horse that had escaped from the leash, and he only knew how to have fun. I am the prince, I am the biggest in this palace, and you all have to listen to me. Now think about how naïve that year was, it was useless for the chief historian of the palace to admonish him, Xiao Mao, who was two years older at that time, whispered in his ear, nagging even more than Mama Cheng, pinching the back of his neck and whispering: "The prince wants to be a prince for the rest of his life, and live in Xiangyang for the rest of his life?"

The territory of this dynasty is 11,550 miles from east to west, 10,904 miles from north to south, and your ancestors laid down thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and there are capable people living in it.

"His Royal Highness is extremely intelligent, if the years have been wasted......" The twelve or thirteen-year-old Xiao Mao looked weak and weak, with red lips and white teeth, and he smiled lightly, with an incomprehensible delicacy. His eyes were flat, his tone was sad, and he said, "Your Highness has wasted the years, and I only feel a little sorry." ”

A head shorter than Xiao Mao, he put his feet high, raised his head slightly to look at him and said, "You just regret it, why are you crying?"

Xiao Mao wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, just smiled, and walked away.

After a few years, Zhao Yanheng knew why Xiao Mao was crying urgently. His woman-like face was filled with tenacity, and his weak body was surging with intense power*. He wanted to defend a monarch, and he could become a prime minister by virtue of his talent and the appreciation of the monarch.

He is an aspiring man, his thin body like a bamboo pole, but he tries to stand up from the sky. He is chasing the pinnacle of power, he wants to be the defender of the national order, and then use the power given by the monarch to transform a more reasonable national order, and he will exude the most brilliant brilliance in the middle.

With conscientious and conscientious creation, he wants to become an immortal virtuous minister, a capable minister, and even a powerful minister under the command of the monarch.

What an idealistic person. For the sake of ideals, he can transcend the relationship between kings and ministers, like a father, like a brother, and like a lover, giving him unprecedented pleasure. Of course, it was also for the ideal, he forced himself to retreat, and he also forced him to retreat, to retreat into the pure relationship between monarchs and ministers, and in the summer of the twenty-fifth year of Yuan You, the sun was really shining.

He said he was going to get a wife.

He said that His Royal Highness is seventeen years old, and it is time to make a concubine.

What a pity!

For the reborn Zhao Yanheng, almost fifty years have passed, and his eyes are still sad, rendering a layer of mist.

"Your Highness~Your Highness~" Dong Rang, who was pushed outside, was like a soul, Zhao Yanheng finally rubbed his eyes and asked Dong Rang to come in and change clothes.

At this time, Zhao Yanheng also remembered that Xiao Mao's father had a reputation as a wife, and the wife he married was not very good, his aunt gave the Duan family of Chengtianfu, and his life was not very good, and he didn't seem to have a son, and the mother and daughter often came to live in Xiangyang. Xiao Mao took good care of his aunt and cousin before his death, and Zhao Yanheng also got into a heart and said, "What is the matter for someone from the Duan family to ask for?"

Dong Rang sneered: "A girl and an old mother went to Beijing to call the door." The princess arranged people in the remote east wing, and ordered Bai Xiu to go to Chengtian Mansion to inquire about the details, Bai Xiu kept going, he had come back last night, and now the princess has passed everyone to Xiang Zhixuan, please go over. No matter how many slaves and maids there are, they will not know. ”

Zhao Yanheng looked indifferent, and after bunching his hair, he went to Xiang Zhixuan.

Duan Jingjing remembered that her cousin liked to wear a water-blue robe the most, and today she wore a water-blue high-waisted dress, which was not embroidered with butterflies and other vulgar things, only embroidered a nine-section green bamboo, and then draped a pine green shirt. The hair is combed into a flying fairy bun with high knots on both sides, the fat powder on the face is lightly swept, and the long eyebrows are flying obliquely, trying to modify the heroism of the man. Her cousin, who is like a bamboo, elegant and exquisite, according to her father's words, is a boy and a girl, as long as her demeanor is stronger, her silhouette and posture still have a little bit of a cousin's shadow.

Her heart was like a rabbit, and she stood like a strong green bamboo.

When the figure that had not been seen for nearly two years appeared in front of him, Zhao Yanheng was taller than he remembered, with thin lips, a high nose bridge, deep melancholy eyes, and charming luster skin, showing his innate nobility and elegance.

"Seventh brother!"

She blurted out so affectionately.

Zhao Yanheng frowned and looked over. This picture is very discordant, how intimate Duan Jingjing's expression is, and Zhao Yanheng, who has not much impression of Duan Jingjing, frowned to express rejection.

Duan Jingjing was also shocked by this unfamiliar gaze, and pulled out a smile and said: "Seventh Brother hasn't returned to Xiangyang Mansion since the first month of last year, because the nobles are busy and forget the old people." "Try not to show a writhing femininity when you speak. Although her cousin looks like a good girl, his speech and demeanor are sassy.

"Hehehe!" Li Fei, who was behind the bamboo curtain, chuckled lightly and opened the curtain with a Buddha-like bamboo carved Arhat fan. The fan surface is opened, and in the technique of flat carving, a cloth bag with bare breasts and breasts sits on top of the banana leaves, and a few strokes of water and grass ripples below, showing the artistic conception of the Arhat crossing the river. Li Fei's soft and glutinous Wu Yin said leisurely: "Second Brother Cheng, Seventh Brother Zhao, I only know Your Highness...... What a gracious Highness. ”

Zhao Yanheng didn't deliberately hide it, he just didn't say it, he opened his mouth a little flustered: "Feifei, I'll tell you later." ”

"Okay. ”

The top is narrow and the bottom is wide in the form of a trumpet, and the skirt that has been dragged to the ground floats out of all colors, Li Fei walked through the Xuan room, and left calmly, without looking at Duan Jingjing.

Duan Jingjing stood stubbornly, without shedding a drop of tears, and said: "Seventh brother, Gao Mingjing, the prefect of Chengtian, wants to accept me as his second son, Gao Han, as a concubine." ”

The complaint must be clearly understood, Lao Tzu's son is named by name, and he is proud of being willing to die. Behind him, Peng knelt on the ground and kowtowed silently, adding to the atmosphere of this pathos.

Xiao Mao's cousin who was taken care of before his death, Zhao Yanheng really wouldn't watch her being forcibly taken as a concubine by others, but he wouldn't listen to a woman's one-sided words, and called Bai Xiu in to ask about this matter and the Gao family carefully.

What Peng once said to Li Fei was not a word, and there were even more unbearable ones. Bai Xiu said: "Gao Han is twenty-nine years old this year, and he has already received more than ten concubines in the room, and some of them have been sold, and now there is a good concubine in the house, and two maids in the room. His wife Yu had an argument with Gao Han five years ago, and a six-month-old male fetus was lost. ”

The reason why the Gao family accepted Duan Jingjing was to prepare for childbirth, and this kind of thing should be investigated.

Peng hugged Duan Jingjing's leg and trembled, "A man who likes and dislikes...... My poor girl. ”

The woman in the backyard who was only twenty-nine years old changed several times, and she also argued with her wife, who was six months pregnant, Duan Jingjing didn't know that Gao Han was such an unbearable person, and there was a chill in her heart, she couldn't hold it anymore, and begged: "Seventh brother, help me, help me." ”