It was past the sea, and in the dormitory of the East Palace, the eunuchs who held the lamps extinguished the table lamps and wall lamps one by one, and only a few palace lamps were still emitting a dim yellow light. [Full text reading]

Even if there were fewer candles, the summer night was still unbearably hot, the doors and windows of the dormitory were all open, and Grandma Sun brought a stool to sit on the side of the prince's bed, holding a goose feather fan in her hand, and from time to time fanning the prince lying on his side.

In the dead of night, it wasn't long before she was tired, tilted her head, leaned her shoulders on the bedpost, and took a nap.

Jing Tingrui, dressed in black, jumped in from the window, but without making a sound, he walked around the tables, chairs, and screens to the bed with a goose-yellow gauze tent.

Jing Tingrui glanced at Mama Sun, who was unresponsive, and knelt on the side of the bed.

Aiqing's body was wrapped in a tender green brocade quilt embroidered with Xia Ju, he was facing outward, holding a pillow, curled up, like a kitten, on this huge bed, he looked particularly petite and cute.

Aiqing has liked to sleep close to the edge of the bed since he was a child, and in the past, Jing Tingrui was on duty in front of his bed.

Rarity, I can't sleep, you reach out to me. After the lights go out, the prince will say coquettishly through the thin gauze tent.

Yes, Your Highness. Jing Tingrui would reach in, let the prince hold his arm, and rest his head on it, all as a pillow.

Not long after this, the prince fell asleep and slept peacefully.

In order for the prince to sleep obediently, Jing Tingrui did not say a word even when his arm was numb and painful. It wasn't until the prince turned over and no longer needed him that he withdrew his hand and closed his eyes for a while.

Days like this passed slowly, and intimacy with the crown prince had long become a habit.

However, when Aiqing was eight or nine years old, she no longer asked Jing Tingrui to accompany her at night. Mama Sun looks at the prince very closely, she always dislikes the martial arts for not being meticulous enough, and thinks that Jing Tingrui can't serve the prince like herself.

Jing Tingrui didn't argue with her, and went to the door of the dormitory to keep vigil instead. Of course, whenever there is a thunderstorm, the prince is afraid of thunder, and he will still enter the palace to guard His Highness.

It's just that there are not many thunderstorms like that.

Your Highness....... Jing Tingrui stared at the slightly reddened, fair face, still as bright as when he was a child, and his skin could be broken.

Therefore, the slap of the queen during the day still left three clear finger marks, which did not fade.

Although Aiqing is asleep, there are still tear stains in the corners of her red eyes, and occasionally she sobs, her shoulders tremble slightly, maybe she is still crying in her dreams, and she is still crying ...... nose.

Alas.......

Jing Tingrui couldn't help but sigh lightly, reached out and stroked Aiqing's sweaty forehead, and then gently held his little hand and examined the palm.

Although the ring ruler beater, although it will not leave obvious scars, and it does not need to be specially bandaged, but after all, ten fingers are connected to the heart, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must be in pain.

What's more, Aiqing not only has a sore hand today, but also hurts even more in her heart!

In the past, no matter how naughty the prince was, the queen would not beat him, at most it was preaching, and no matter how bad it was, it was punished for standing and copying.

However, this time the queen was really angry.

Because Aiqing said in public that she didn't want to be the prince anymore...... And the source of all this, Jing Tingrui thinks that it is because he is not good that the prince is beaten.

I don't know how to compensate the prince, except for this midnight visit.

Click, click, click.......

Outside the palace gate, the neat and uniform footsteps of the East Palace guards sounded, and they were patrolling.

Grandma Sun snorted and moved her neck, as if she was about to wake up.

Jing Tingrui took one last look at the prince, stood up, and quietly retreated along the road he had come.

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The moonlight shines like silver, shining everywhere. In the backyard of the meditation hall of the Dayan Imperial Palace, the Bodhi tree with its hugs thick was black in the moonlight, like a hill.

Shout! Woohoo!

Under the shade of the huge canopy tree, sharp silver glows flashed from time to time. The posture that pierced through the darkness was like lightning splitting the sky, bursting out with dazzling sparks!

Jing Tingrui was from the roof of the Meditation Palace, flying into the courtyard like a swallow. The scale of this temple is not large, and there is no one else except for two small monks who ring the bell and chant the scriptures.

And they never set foot in the Bodhi Garden behind, because the emperor had already decreed that this place would be listed as a forbidden place in the palace.

The reason for tracing the cause was that the previous abbot, Master Dusheng, was suffering from madness and was disrespectful to the Emperor and the Emperor. Qin Tianjian said that the feng shui of the temple was not good, so the abbot went crazy.

However, it has been banned in recent years, and the ministers don't know why the emperor suddenly got up and pursued the madness of the monk Qisheng, because the old monk has been dead for many years.

It's just that this is not a big deal, the emperor can do whatever he wants, and everyone quickly forgot about it.

Jing Tingrui stood by the release pond not far from the Bodhi tree, looking at the sword shadow under the tree, if he was alone in this edge, he must have been torn apart.

This sword qi is so powerful, and this set of sword moves is as vigorous as a loose and as fast as the wind!

Hook, hang, point, pick, slash, tease, split. Every move and style is like flowing water, all in one go!

Such perfect swordsmanship can't help but be admired and appreciated, Jing Tingrui is a martial arts idiot, he knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows at the age of three, and he has practiced a hundred swordsmanship since he was four years old.

When he was nine years old, his father had already taken him to participate in the winter paddock shooting, and in terms of results, he deserved to be the first, just because he also had a younger brother Jing Tingyun, so his father let him be second and gave up all the results to his younger brother.

Since he is a concubine, there is no way to inherit the family business, and sooner or later he will have to go out and set up his own door, but everything that shines on the lintel is obviously attributed to the eldest son.

Since Jing Tingrui was sensible, he understood what it meant to be different. Although he doesn't disdain to compete for fame and fortune, just because the other party is a descendant, no matter how bad his martial arts are, he is eligible to participate in the archery competition of the royal family.

And the concubine himself, no matter how strong his martial arts are and how hard he practices, he is also excluded, and the anger in his heart is burning!

Fortunately, today's Shengshang is not a person who doesn't mind his background, it is he who makes Jing Tingrui, who is only ten years old, not a sensation on the school field, a blockbuster!

also took this opportunity to enter the palace as an errand boy, and coincidentally became the prince's bodyguard .......

Xu was thinking a little far, Jing Tingrui was a little trance-like, and in an instant, the silver blade under the Bodhi tree suddenly turned, and a beam of sword qi broke through the darkness with an earth-shattering momentum, and attacked him straight!

This change was sudden, Jing Tingrui frowned, stared slightly, seemed to have moved his position, but it seemed to have not moved at all.

Wherever the sword qi went, none of the bluestone slabs in the courtyard were spared, and they exploded openly, leaving a long ditch.

A wisp of jet-black silk slowly fell between the rubble as the sword qi dissipated, glowing quietly under the moonlight.

What? It's just a matter of shaving off a few heads. With a very disdainful and dissatisfied voice, the sword-wielding man walked out under the linden tree.

Jing Tingrui looked at him, he was only nine years old, but he was young and successful, and he was a genius who was born to practice martial arts