"Who is he?" He Zichen asked.

Bai Feng said: "He is my personal disciple. ”

"Disciple?" He Zichen frowned, and there was a look of displeasure on his little face, "Why don't you accept me as a disciple?" ”

He was a little aggrieved, a little unconvinced, and a kind of anger of being "betrayed", and said in his heart: We have known each other for so long, and I have always treated you as my own.

"Zichen, don't be rude!" He Chongming was very troubled by his youngest son's lack of virtue, and reprimanded in a low voice, "The personal disciple of the National Teacher is the Holy Son of the Star Picking Tower, and he is the future National Teacher, how can anyone do it?" ”

He Zichen pursed his lips and didn't speak, his heart was sour: Obviously, I was his favorite child before, but now that I have accepted disciples, I have become "any person", the hearts of adults, but they are really fickle.

Bai Feng chuckled lightly and asked him, "Does the little boy also want to be my disciple?" ”

"Yes!" He Zichen nodded without hesitation.

"I discussed with your father before, and in the future, the two sons can come to the Star Picking Tower to listen to the class together. But......" Bai Feng glanced at the other two children and said to He Zichen, "However, you have to get along well, if you bully the new child, you will be punished." ”

"The national teacher is too worried, Zichen never bullies people!" For the first time, He Zichen was so happy to be able to go to class, tilted his head, patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry!" I'll take good care of both of them! ”

Bai Feng nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "That's good." ”

He Chongming also intended to make his two sons and the Holy Son more close, so he instructed He Ziyang: "Ziyang, don't be busy, go around with your younger brother and the Holy Son." ”

He Zichen also looked over there, and saw that He Ziyang was drawing something on the paper, and while drawing, he turned his head sideways and whispered to the boy and laughed, looking harmonious.

Hearing his father's words, He Ziyang answered, put down the pen, took the little saint's hand and ran over, stretched out his other hand towards He Zichen, the smile on his white and tender little face was still gone, and the small dimple on his left cheek loomed.

He Zichen couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and subconsciously hid the hand holding the silkworm behind him, and finally stretched out his other hand and grabbed He Ziyang.

"Father, Master Guoshi, let's go play!" He Ziyang said hello, and then pulled one out with one hand.

The three children ran hand in hand in the hallway, as if they were happy just running like this, laughing as they ran, running through their carefree teenage years.

In retrospect, it seems that the relationship between the three of them has been beginning to emerge from that time - He Ziyang is the bond between the other two, it is his existence zài that pulls the two together, and the three of them are all maintained by him.

Although He Zichen is stubborn, he is generally not too out of line, and sometimes he is very good at pleasing and selling well, and his mouth is so sweet that people's hearts melt, so no one really hates him from the bottom of his heart, even Ye Hu, who always puts "rotten wood" and "mud" on his lips, loves him most in his heart.

Among the children, He Zichen is a child king, and the children of several ministers' families are good with him, although they fight from time to time, everyone is still very "convinced" of him. This is not because he is the son of the monarch and deliberately pleases, after all, as the prince, He Ziyang is not as popular as him.

The strange thing is that such a seemingly annoying but actually very "mixed" He Zichen has no such a good relationship with Sheng Ling.

Of course, it's not bad, it's just that the three people who stick together almost all day long should be very good to each other, but the two of them never seem to be very close to each other.

Sometimes He Zichen would wonder, did he not run out to play that day, but met Sheng Ling with He Ziyang, and their relationship would be different after that?

But there are no ifs, and he is just a quarter of an hour late.

On the day of the first meeting, under the jacaranda that was about to bloom in Changhongju, He Ziyang let go of his hand and introduced the two to each other.

"Holy Son, this is my younger brother, Chenchen." He Ziyang said this, and said to He Zichen, "Chenchen, this is the Holy Son of the Star Picking Tower, and he will live in the palace in the future." ”

"Holy Son?" He Zichen frowned slightly, and said in his heart What kind of broken name is this, and in a blink of an eye, he smiled brightly, and said to the newly recognized little friend, "My name is He Zichen, what is your name?" ”

The Holy Son didn't speak, just looked at He Zichen silently, the spring breeze blew his clothes, and the little boy's face was as cold as frost, like a crane flying to the world and turning into a boy.

He Zichen waited for a while, but without waiting for an answer, he put away his smile, feeling that his face was very faceless, and his eyes were a little unkind.

The white-clothed holy son also sensed his dissatisfaction, but he didn't intend to resolve it out loud, but lowered his eyes silently, his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, and his whole person was like a silent sculpture, never speaking.

"Hey, I'm asking you!" He Zichen usually greets people with a smile, but when he sees that a person is not pleasing to the eye, he is not afraid to treat the other party with the greatest malice, he pushed the holy son fiercely, and asked fiercely, "Are you dumb?!" ”

The Son staggered and raised his head to glare at him, with anger, disappointment, disdain, and a faint grievance in his eyes.

However, He Zichen was in no mood to pay attention to what kind of eyes this annoying guy was, this stare made his heart burn, and he was about to step forward and push it again.

"Chenchen!" He Ziyang hurriedly grabbed him and apologized to the Holy Son again and again.

In fact, He Ziyang didn't understand why the Holy Son didn't give face to his younger brother so much.

But after thinking about it carefully, since they met, the Holy Son didn't seem to have said a word to him, at that time he thought that the Holy Son was shy, and he himself was not a person who talked much, and the two of them were also harmonious, so they didn't think much about it, and now it seems that it ......?

Before He Ziyang could come up with a reason, he heard He Zichen say angrily: "Phew! What bullshit Holy Son, I don't want to play with this little mute! ”

After speaking, he turned around and left, He Ziyang shouted a few times behind him, but he didn't stop.

He Ziyang wanted to catch up and coax his younger brother, but he felt that it was not good to leave the Holy Son aside, and Chenchen had offended the Holy Son just now, so it was better for him to make amends with the Holy Son, so as not to be known by his father, and Chenchen would be punished again.

He Zichen ran to a remote corner of the palace alone, climbed a big locust tree, lay on a thick branch, and inexplicably began to sobble and cry.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he felt that "not crying is not enough to calm his grievances" at this time.

But obviously, no matter how much he cries at this time, no one will come to coax him.

Crying a few times lonely, he suddenly heard the sound of birds chirping in his ears, He Zichen instantly stopped his tears, his eyes were still full of tears, but his ears moved and listened carefully.

In a few moments, he found the source of the sound—there was a bird's nest above his head!

This is really a surprising discovery, He Zichen came to the spirit, and he was agile enough to climb the tree trunk.

Soon, the occupants of the bird's nest were frightened for the first time, a huge furry head emerged from under the leaves of the locust tree, and a pair of eyes stared at them with a surprisingly bright light.

He Zichen looked at this nest of small, fluffy chicks, and listened to this tender voice, and his heart gave birth to a strange and soft joy.

He cautiously stretched out his hand, picked up the bird's nest with both hands, and looked at these cute little creatures in amazement.

The branch "creak~" screamed, and finally overwhelmed, and He Zichen fell from the tree with people and birds.

Fortunately, the tree is not very tall, the ground is soft spring mud, and He Zichen is also solid, so he didn't have any big problems, but he fell on his stomach, and his elbows and jaws hurt very much.

"Hiss~Huh~" He Zichen lay on the ground, feeling that his jaw was about to knock out of the pit, he kept lying on the ground for a while, suddenly raised his head, and saw that the bird's nest was still being held by himself, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He got up and sat down on the ground, put the chicks back into the nest, and carefully stretched out a finger to position the chicks who had been upside down.

Looking at the frightened little ones with their little heads up, their voices tender, and their chirping as if they were complaining to each other, He Zichen couldn't help but smirk.

He wanted to feed the little birds with the silkworm he had with him before, but suddenly remembered that he had accidentally pinched to death when he was on the road before, and then threw it away.

Anyway, he didn't plan to give it to Ziyang.

He Zichen looked at the bird's nest, and then looked up at the big locust tree, his eyes struggled a little, and finally decided to send the bird's nest back to the tree, anyway...... They weren't too small for him to stuff between his teeth.

And, in addition to the birds on the plate, he seems to like the nest too.

After getting off the tree, He Zichen sat on the ground, leaning his head back against the trunk, the branches and leaves of the locust tree leaked a small piece of skylight, and the mottled light and shadow reflected on his little face, and there was a little boy naïve melancholy in his clear eyes.

Just now he suddenly figured out why he cried so much, it was about the common disease of pampered and arrogant children, he was really used to being spoiled, and it was rare to be put down from the palm of his hand and a little unbearable.

He Zichen sighed wistfully.

Originally, he thought that Ziyang would catch up.

Originally, Ziyang would catch up.

But not this time.

After a long time, He Zichen remembered it and realized that in fact, at that time, he was a little hostile to Sheng Ling's arrival. It's just that the hostility is not so obvious that he doesn't even notice it.

That's a kind of psychology that most children have, their favorite two people, were snatched away by a person who appeared out of nowhere, whether that person was intentional or not, there will always be some resentment.

He Zichen is not only a little clever, but also quite keen in the insight of many people's worldliness, which can be regarded as a kind of Cheng Dù's precocious wisdom.

And this "early wisdom" did not make him a mature and sensible adult, nor did he become a dark and resentful child, but he had more time to think about life in his carefree growth process, and he continued to be heartless after thinking.

He can subconsciously pay attention to some details, but most of the time he has an attitude of ignorance, occasionally remembers, sighs with emotion or sadness, and leaves this matter behind him in a blink of an eye.

He is loose most of the time, and this looseness in his bones gives him a natural ability to make everything small.

Therefore, He Zichen quickly forgot his initial hostility towards Sheng Ling, and planned to accept him in his heart and attitude.

But in the end, not everyone can completely forget what has happened like him, although Sheng Ling didn't care about him, his impression of his arrogance and unreasonableness has probably been fixed, and his attitude has always been lukewarm.

Although, speaking of it, Sheng Ling's attitude towards no one can be seen as enthusiastic - because he can't speak, but He Zichen can feel that Sheng Ling is different from Ziyang to himself.

Ziyang is a friend and a confidant, and he He Zichen is a partner who has to play together but doesn't like it at all.

Regarding the fact that Sheng Ling couldn't speak, He Zichen only found out after a few days.

It turns out that before every Holy Son takes over the position of national teacher, he must practice the meditation of closing the mouth, firstly, to reduce the karma of the mouth, and secondly, to hone the mind.

After He Zichen knew this, he sincerely sympathized with Sheng Ling.

It must be very hard to not be able to speak for so many years, and it is so pitiful to be a holy son! At the same time, he was a little glad in his heart, fortunately he was not the Holy Son of Heaven, otherwise he really wanted to die.

Not to mention that you can't use a clever mouth to benefit yourself, you can't get out of your chest with the speed of your tongue, and you can't refute when you are harshly criticized, just not being able to speak is unbearable.

I can't speak, and I'm lonely.