This national teacher has a little bit of a lot to do......

However, it was barely reasonable, and He Zichen was not an unreasonable person, so he had to cooperate with the white porridge and eat it with that plate of pickled radish. I don't know if he is really hungry, but the simple white porridge with pickled radish actually made him eat a bit of peerless delicacies. Carefully scraped the porridge bowl clean, and even a little juice from the dish was carefully poured into his mouth, He Zichen smacked his lips, and the aftertaste was endless.

He Zichen felt that this was simply the best thing he had ever eaten...... Although he didn't remember what he had eaten before. After taking the handkerchief handed by the palace man and wiping his mouth elegantly, he asked, "The 'National Teacher' I often hear you talk about, is he a man or a woman?" Is it old or young? What is the appearance? ”

"Back to Your Majesty, the National Teacher is a young man, as for his appearance, ......" Zizhu's face was slightly flushed, "The National Teacher is peerless and unparalleled in the world. ”

"Unique?" He Zichen sighed, after all, he had seen his own appearance, and he asked with confidence, "How do I compare with it?" ”

Zizhu's eyes widened in surprise, as if she wondered why he would ask such a question, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Majesty and the National Teacher are two completely different styles, it is difficult to distinguish between them and each has its own merits. ”

She replied tactfully, but He Zichen could see that in the eyes of this little palace maid, that national teacher was probably a few points better than herself. There was no displeasure, when he looked at himself in the mirror before, he felt that his appearance was already outstanding, if that person was better than himself, I don't know what kind of heavenly posture...... There was a faint expectation of it.

Well, he's so beautiful.

He Zichen groaned: "This beauty...... I'm talking about the national teacher, what's your name? ”

"Hui Majesty xià......" Zizhu bit her lip, as if she was hesitating about something, and finally plucked up the courage to say, "The status of the national teacher is noble, and the slave does not dare to mention his name. ”

"......" He Zichen was in a somewhat complicated mood.

Why did that person of the national teacher dare to say his name He Zichen to his face, but his people don't even have the courage to mention the name of the national teacher behind his back? Is this legendary beauty a little too powerful?

That's it, anyway, he doesn't know anything now, so let's understand some basic information first.

"By the way, didn't you say before that there was a book on royal etiquette, so I'll find it." He said.

"Yes." Zizhu answered, and then took out a booklet with black letters on a blue background and handed it over from somewhere. When He Zichen took a look, he saw a few neat words on the booklet that was slightly larger than a palm: The King's Living Etiquette Note.

When he opened it, he felt dizzy, and after barely reading a few of them, he couldn't bear to close them and threw them on the table. Zizhu hurriedly picked up the booklet, put it away like a baby, looked at his master's depressed expression, and tentatively said, "If you are bored, why don't you go to the study and have a look?" ”

It's a book again......

He Zichen just wanted to refuse, but somehow his mind changed his mind, and he bowed his head and said, "It's okay, lead the way." ”

After following Zizhu to his personal study in Fuyue Palace, He Zichen waved his hand and motioned for her to step back first, and stood in the study and looked at this study that was similar to a utility room.

There is a couch on one side of the study, and there are several rows of bookshelves on the other side, except for some books on one row, and there are some messy things on the other shelves, such as a broken string, a stone with a strange red shape, an old and faded crane-shaped kite, etc., which looks like an emperor's study, which is simply a pile of rags collected by children.

Moving his gaze over these objects inch by inch, He Zichen's eyes were full of soft light, and some strange tenderness was born in his heart. These seemingly tattered gadgets are like old friends he has forgotten, reunited with him in the long past, and even if he can't tell where they came from for a while, he still recognizes them with almost instinctive emotions.

He Zichen stretched out his hand and slowly rubbed it on the red stone, and the strange and familiar touch came from his fingertips, as if every line, every depression and protrusion had been walked a thousand times under his hands.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, he realized that there was an arrow on the lattice next to the stone, which was so inconspicuous that he had not seen it before. He Zichen took down the arrow and looked at it, but he didn't find anything special, it was an ordinary arrow, and the tail feather was still a little uneven, as if it had been vigorously held. When his fingers touched the tip of the arrow, his heart palpitated, and the pain was fleeting.

After looking at these things the same, He Zichen walked to the bookshelf, took out a few books at random and flipped through them, except for some ghosts and strange things, local customs and things, most of them were sword books, boxing books and the like, in short, they were idle books that were not doing their jobs.

In addition, there were a few copies of poetry and a scripture, which was cleaner than all the other books, and he had hardly looked at it, and it was strange that such a boring thing as a scripture could not be read, and it was strange that it could be placed on his bookshelf.

He Zichen took out a book of poems and flipped through them at random, all of them were sentences that conveyed affection or sadness, and he wondered in his heart, he couldn't imagine that he had been such an elegant person at the beginning.

Something flashed between the pages, and He Zichen turned to that page, only to see a thin slice neatly sandwiched inside. It resembles a leaf, pale yellow, with clear veins, and it really resembles a leaf, but its thickness like a cicada's wings, its translucent color, and its extremely delicate touch do not resemble leaves, but more like flower petals.

He Zichen carefully picked up the thin slice that he didn't know what it was for the time being, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and sure enough, he could smell the faint fragrance of plants and trees, it seemed that it was indeed something like flowers and leaves. He glanced at the page, on which were printed with shallow leaf-like marks, and on the pale yellow white paper, he saw this poem:

Yi people are there, the fallen leaves are rampant, they are sleepy and thinking, and the carriages and horses are coming.

The red line, the bundle of green silk, and the son into a contract, a hundred years.

This is half of the song, and the other half is a little blurred by the yellow juice oozing from the flowers and leaves, and you can only vaguely see the two sentences "I don't see the cunning child" and "The bright Chinese year".

"Yi people are there, and the fallen leaves are rampant......" He Zichen sniffed the fragrance of grass and trees, and read this sentence softly, his heart moved, as if he had a thought.

The sky is dark, and the light rain does not stick to the clothes.

The grass and trees were deep, the emerald color was eye-catching, and there was a man dressed in white standing in the midst of the verdant, the wind was blowing, and the clothes were fluttering, and half of the man's face hidden in the inky hair looked at him sideways......

He Zichen raised his hand and touched his chest, as if to confirm whether the sudden rapid heartbeat was an illusion.

It's a pity...... Unfortunately, he thought, he could barely see the man's face.

He didn't know who that person was, but he knew in his heart that that person must be a very important part of his lost memory.

Sleep and think, the carriage and the horse come, the red line, the bundle of green silk, and the son into a contract, a hundred years for a period of ......

He Zichen didn't know when he fell asleep, and he still dreamed. He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up from it.

In the dream, he was lying on the piano bed, someone was sitting on the side, and a pair of hands stretched out from the snow-white wide sleeves, hanging above him in a casual and elegant posture, the hands were white and slender, with distinct joints, and slightly smaller than the hands of ordinary adults, which should be the hands of young people.

The finger twisted on him, and the sound of the piano sounded "clang".

This sound is different from the ordinary sound, it comes from him! He's a piano now!

He Zichen was shocked, but he seemed to be very calm lying there, and even enjoyed a little bit of the pair of dexterous hands gently twisting on his body, and his mood was like the murmuring sound of the piano, circling the beams and playing with Feiyan.

Suddenly, "Bang! The sound of kicking the door and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

A young man in brocade rushed in, stood on his side, stretched out his hand and plucked it on him, but did not hear the sound of the piano, the young man looked at him in disbelief, and then at his fingers.

And He Zichen felt even more incredible, because this young man was clearly himself! He looked younger than he looked like now, but he was right. This young man is not a fuel-efficient lamp at first glance, and he smells of a gentleman from top to bottom and from the inside to the outside.

"I really can't play the piano...... young man He Zichen frowned, his eyes rolled slightly, he stretched out his hand to grab the piano, and said confidently, "What kind of broken piano is this!" Come on, I'll throw it away for you, and I'll send you a better one another day! ”

The hands that had stopped him from moving before, plucked the strings again in front of him, and the sound of the piano poured out like flowing water, turning from slow to fast, faintly revealing a little smugness. The young man He Zichen's face became a little ugly, and his already somewhat arrogant eyebrows showed a hint of anger, and he slapped the piano on the ground, interrupting the playing.

He Zichen's heartbeat suddenly became disordered, and this slap could toss him, even if he was just a piano now and didn't feel pain, he still felt very uncomfortable.

This annoying bear boy, He Zichen said in his heart.

And the young man He Zichen obviously didn't take into account the feelings of a piano, he grabbed the strings and pulled them to the side, full of arrogance, but his mouth was still pulling crookedly: "Isn't this piano called 'absolute sound'?" What a misnomer! ”

Before He Zichen could express his feelings of being grabbed and pulled by the strings, he caught a glimpse of a cold light.

The young man He Zichen pulled out his sword solemnly, and slashed at him with his sword, that look was really hideous, but the young man also said vigorously, "The string is broken, what is the sound of the string broken?" Let me do a good deed and help you break this string and cut off this sound! ”

Stop it! No!!

He Zichen shouted in his heart, but he was just a qin at this time, he couldn't dodge it, and he couldn't shout, so he could only watch as the sharp sword slashed towards him with three inches of sword light.