He Zichen woke up from his dream, he was lying on the couch, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Qingsong and Zizhu two big faces, they looked anxious and sad, Zizhu even had some red circles under his eyes, as if he was crying.

Seeing him open his eyes, Zizhu really cried out, "Majesty, Majesty, you can be regarded as awake." ”

Qing Song was not as excited as her, but he also breathed a sigh of relief, and he asked carefully, "Your Majesty, how do you feel?" Do you feel unwell? ”

"It doesn't feel good, it's a little uncomfortable." He Zichen rolled his eyes in his heart, whoever dreamed was cut by himself, and when he woke up, he still saw people standing by his bed as if he was crying and mourning, and he felt better.

Qingsong just let out a sigh of relief and lifted it again, Zizhu instantly forgot to cry, and stared at him with two pairs of eyes, looking extremely nervous. He Zichen wiped his face and said helplessly: "You guys are in my way, take a few steps back first, let me get up and stretch first." ”

"Uh...... Be. Only then did the two realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly took a few steps back, and half-bowed their heads respectfully, but they still couldn't help but raise their eyes to peek at him.

He Zichen sat up, stretched his waist, sorted out the poems on the couch that were a little wrinkled by him, turned his head to look at the two of them, and said, "What, I slept for a long time?" ”

"No, soon," Zizhu replied, "it's only been two hours." ”

"It's only been two hours......" He Zichen lengthened his tone, looked at them lightly, and saw that the two of them were a little apprehensive, before he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "What are you anxious about sleeping for only two hours?" Can I sleep to death?! ”

Qing Song nodded unconsciously, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and shook his head again and again, "No, no, no!" ”

He Zichen: "...... Hehe. ”

Green pine, purple bamboo: His majesty laughed so terrible...... But we're not afraid! We have the support of the National Teacher!

In the next few days, He Zichen was secretly stared at by a pair of eyes, which was different from the shyness and timidity he thought at first, but faintly revealed a little surprise and a little fear, as if he was some kind of strange monster.

And more often, in the eyes of these palace people, he is more like a monster made of paper paste, snowdrift, and water...... In short, it is a very fragile thing, which will float when the wind blows, melt when the sun blows, and even pollute the breath.

But he couldn't resist these inexplicable concerns, and as soon as he raised some questions, someone skillfully pulled out the book "The Rites of the King's Living" and recited it to him with a sonorous and powerful recitation—yes, a copy of that thing.

"Article 7 of the "Rites of the King's Living" states that for the sake of the dragon's physical well-being, the king has the obligation to explain his condition to his close attendants."

"According to Article 11, you can't eat anything too greasy for the time being."

Article 23 stipulates that in the event of any ill health, the king's activities shall be confined to the palace for the sake of recuperation, including amnesia. So, you can't wander around right now. ”

……

He Zichen felt so tired, it turned out that being a big man was so pitiful.

He felt that maybe he was actually the lowest person in the whole palace, and anyone could pull out a pamphlet and point fingers at him, and he could only abide by it silently, otherwise a group of people would read it around him and make his brain hurt.

It's not that he hasn't considered using some violent means, but he is soft-hearted, as long as people look at him with pitiful eyes, he can't bear to do anything.

He Zichen felt that he was too idle to grow mushrooms, and after being idle for a few days, he remembered something in hindsight -

"As the king of a country, don't I need to deal with government affairs?"

Zizhu said gently: "Your Majesty is now taking care of your body is a big deal, how can you overwork?" ”

Qingbai said bluntly: "You can't help much in government affairs." ”

Qing Song was even more unceremonious: "For so long, without you adding to the chaos, the court and court are very harmonious. ”

He Zichen: ...... It's the other way around.

However, he was not surprised, and slowly said what he really wanted to say: "Speaking of which, I am also the first to recover from a serious illness, why don't I see any courtiers come to visit me?" ”

The three of Qingsong were stunned for a moment, and several people secretly exchanged looks, but they didn't know how to answer.

He Zichen took their reaction in his eyes, and snorted coldly in his heart, saying that there was really something wrong with it! Although he just woke up and didn't remember anything, he wasn't a fool of everyone, and besides, they looked so weird that it was hard for him not to doubt it.

In the past, they bullied him for not reading much, and they scolded him one by one, but in the past few days, he specially found some common-sense books and read them patiently, only to be convinced that there were strange things.

To be honest, he didn't feel malice from the people of Fuyue Palace, at most he was worried about his weird curiosity, but that didn't mean that he had to live so stupidly, no matter what happened to him, he felt that he had the right to know.

So far, He Zichen has no other thoughts, just wants to be an understanding person.

"I will ask you again...... "He Zichen's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he said word by word, "What happened before me?" ”

Before they could speak, He Zichen said again: "Don't fool me with any more arguments like stepping on the hem of your clothes and falling off the altar of the sacrifice so you broke your brain, if you still have half a point in your heart to take me as the master, tell me the truth!" ”

As soon as he said this, the few people who had opened their mouths shut up again, you look at me, I look at you, and no one spoke.

He Zichen looked at them quietly, his eyes sank a little bit, he really couldn't figure out what to hide from him like this.

In the end, Zizhu couldn't resist his silent gaze, and stood up hard, "Actually, we don't know anything like Your Majesty, how can we see through the many strange things in this world, slaves and maids only know...... He was in a coma for a long time, and when he woke up, he didn't remember anything. For the rest, we just do what the National Teacher tells us to do. ”

He Zichen was silent for a long time and asked, "...... How long have you been asleep? ”

This time, even Zizhu didn't speak, her eyelashes trembled, and she hung her head silently.

He Zichen sighed lightly in his heart, and he was no longer reluctant. It seems that Yiqiē has to meet the legendary national teacher to get the answer.

Speaking of which, in addition to eating a little lighter now, the scope of his activities is a little smaller, there are more people staring at him, and his life is a little more boring...... There's nothing bad about it.

Of course, he admits that this state of affairs is not very suitable for him, but it is gradually getting better. Except for the first day, there was no such thing as sleeping and being fussed by, except for having to smoke a few sips before the meal, and the food was improved from monotonous white porridge to porridge with greens and a little minced meat.

The main thing that made him feel a little irritable was this state of not knowing anything, as if everyone was hiding something from him, which made him feel weak under his feet, as if the days of waking were all illusory and could not be realized. A person who lives to be in his twenties and suddenly forgets to be a little uneasy, and this uneasiness, coupled with a strong curiosity, tortures He Zichen to be impetuous.

What are you hiding from me, come and hear from me!

"When will I see the national teacher?" He Zichen asked.

Zizhu and Qingsong hesitated a little, but this time it was Qingbai who spoke: "I heard that the National Teacher has been unwell in recent days, and he must have come to visit His Majesty after he recovered." ”

"Not feeling well?" He Zichen raised his eyebrows, "If he is unwell, it should be me who should visit him, how can I wait for him to come and visit me?" ”

A few people persuaded him to talk about it, and finally gave up the idea of "visiting" the national teacher, no way, he didn't know where the star picking tower was, and he couldn't go without anyone to lead the way.

He Zichen had been looking forward to seeing the legendary national teacher as soon as possible, but he never expected that this person's appearance would be like this.

He woke up from the dream, his whole body was shocked, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, he was in a daze, he didn't remember the content of the dream, but the sleepiness came again. He subconsciously shrank towards the warmest part of the bed, rubbed it comfortably, adjusted his sleeping position with trembling eyelids, and was about to sleep again, but suddenly felt that something was wrong-

He Zichen sat up suddenly, glared at the person who had encroached on the dragon bed, and shouted in a lost voice: "Who are you?" How is it on my bed? ”

The person on the bed moved slightly, ignored him, and continued to sleep, such a calm appearance made him a little puzzled. He thought about it carefully, and he probably didn't bring anything up before going to bed...... Waiter or something like that, right?

The man was dressed in white, white underwear, white skin, even his hair was silvery, his face was sideways, and his hair was like snow, covering his face. He Zichen looked at the silver hair, his heart trembled slightly, and the ghost reached out to pull away the strands of hair, so that the person showed half of his side face.

He Zichen's heartbeat unconsciously skipped several beats, and he swallowed nervously, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

This, this, this! Isn't this the beauty in white that he remembered in a trance?

Although it was only a vague picture that flashed by, although he did not see the man's face clearly, he could be sure that this was the person, the figure that looked back at him under the slanting wind and rain and blue trees. Although there seems to be something wrong, it is indeed the person who is right.

At this moment, he didn't think about why this person appeared in his bed, nor did he want to wake people up, looking at this face that seemed to be extremely familiar, there seemed to be a lot of pictures flashing in his mind frame by frame, he tried to grasp something, but those broken memories were like butterflies in the distance, and they suddenly flew away.

He Zichen stared at this person, a little distracted for a while.

"Have you seen enough?"

He Zichen was startled, and when he regained his senses, he found that the person lying on the bed opened his eyes at some point and looked at him coldly.