"The fourth brother is such a big show."

Murong Jin looked at the person in the blue brocade robe in front of him, and was stunned for a moment before he arched his hand and said, "Elder Brother Huang." ”

"The fourth brother doesn't have to be polite."

Murong Li was four years older than Murong Jin, and he was about a head taller than Murong Jin, so Murong Jin needed to look up slightly and speak: "The eldest brother of the emperor came out alone, won't Concubine Xian Niangniang worry?" ”

Murong Li's face fell slightly, and he said lightly: "Fourth brother smiled, at such an age, how dare you bother your mother and concubine." It's been a long time since I heard that the fourth brother is sick, why don't you see that your face is not good? If the body is weak, you should have a good rest in the dormitory, if you fall into the root of the disease, how to do it. ”

Murong Jin took the hand stove that Ruo Mei had been holding and covered his hand, and said with a smile: "What the elder brother said is that I also feel that I can't withstand the toss of this cold winter, and after just coming out for a while, my hands and feet are a little stiff." I'm afraid I can't accompany each other, so the royal brother is ready to go back to the palace. When he had finished speaking, he turned and left. But he heard Murong Li raise his voice and say, "Does the fourth brother know?" ”

Murong Jin turned his head, "What?" ”

Murong Li hooked his lips and smiled: "A few days ago, Western Qin came to envoys, and they wanted to make friends with my Dayan, and pay tribute every year in the future, and after a while, they will send a proton over." ”

"Oh?" Compared with Dayan and Nanyue, the population of Western Qin is smaller, the land is relatively barren, and it is not prosperous, since the Northern Qi Dynasty was destroyed, it seems to be more and more declining, and now it is normal to find friends with Dayan, but I heard that the Western Qin royal family only has two imperial heirs today, and they want to send another one over as a proton?

That Murong Li said again: "I just don't know what my father thinks, people can send it if they want to, Xi Qin is already weak, and there is nothing strange about it, but now my father has to post a past, don't you think it's strange?" ”

Murong Jin smiled: "It's also a strange thing. "It is understandable that Xi Qin unilaterally showed favor, but what is Emperor Yan for, is it to show that he is generous, or does he think he has too many children?

Murong Li took two steps forward and approached Murong Jin, "Fourth brother, who does the father and emperor choose?" ”

Murong Jin took half a step back and frowned slightly, "Elder Brother Huang said carefully, my father's mind is not something you and I can guess randomly. ”

Murong Li smiled and said nothing, looking at Murong Jin's gaze with some playfulness.

Murong Jin naturally knew what he was thinking, and he didn't want to stay longer, so he only said: "The emperor's eldest brother is wearing very thin today, why don't you go back and add some clothes and then come out to blow the cool breeze." ”

Murong Li remained silent until Murong Jin left about a dozen steps before he took a breath of hot air and rubbed his hands that were blue from the cold. An attendant came over and put a cloak on Murong Li's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, let's go back to the palace first, otherwise Concubine Xian Niangniang will be blamed if she finds out." ”

Murong Li nodded rarely: "Then go back." ”

After Murong Jin returned to the Floating Moon Palace, he covered the thick quilt and fell asleep, as if he was really cold. Ruomei tried to wake him up several times, but was stopped by Dongxian on the grounds that "the palace is sick and needs to be recuperated".

During this time, although it is not as quiet as before, fortunately, there is nothing to do. Wan Qizhi has no news since then, Ruomei has nothing but chattering all day long, Murong Jin thought about it for two days and didn't figure out who Emperor Yan would let go to Western Qin, so he simply didn't want to.

In the blink of an eye, the New Year is over.

According to the rules, after the New Year's Festival, the princes of the palaces should also prepare to go to the school palace to attend classes. Except for the young six princesses, the rest of the princes have to go. However, it is said that the fifth prince is seriously ill and can't even get out of his palace. Therefore, there are only four people left: the eldest prince Murong Li, the second prince Murong Xi, the third prince Murong Yan and Murong Jin.

Since the Floating Moon Palace was far away from the Xue Palace, Murong Jin had already gotten up on this day. After breakfast, about a quarter of the hour, at this time, it was just right to go to the school palace, so I called Dongxian and another attendant to follow. The sky was still very dark, and it took the left and right people to hold the lanterns to see the palace road clearly, but when Murong Jin arrived at the school palace, the palace lights up and down had already been lit, but there was no one in the school.

The prince and princess must go to the school palace before four o'clock, and Wen Shu four o'clock, and only then will there be a gentleman to teach at the end of the day. Murong Jin found his bookcase according to the order of age, and the books on the bookcase were still Xuan, Confucianism, Taoism, and History, and Murong Jin took a copy at random and flipped through it. But after a while, he felt someone approaching, and suddenly looked up, but saw a middle-aged man in an old cyan robe looking at him with a different kind of gaze, and he only felt uncomfortable.

The man said, "Your Royal Highness is really early today. ”

This person is born and dressed plainly and casually, but it gives people a sense of affinity. It's just that this person is not a prince who is studying, and he doesn't look like a serious gentleman. I had never heard of such a person in the palace before. The man retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "In the school palace, the lower officials will teach His Highnesses. ”

Murong Jin was shocked, hurriedly put down the scroll and got up, and saluted in a proper manner: "Sir." ”

Emperor Yan once said: In the palace, regardless of dignity or inferiority, the teacher is the greatest.

"His Highness was a student of Mr. Yan before?" The man asked.

"Yes." Three years ago, it was Mr. Yan Pu who held the position of sacrificial wine in the school palace.

"I came here last autumn, and it's normal that Your Highness doesn't know me."

Murong Jin couldn't help asking, "Then, where is Mr. Yan now?" ”

The man turned to the window and said in a rather calm tone: "Mr. Yan had a serious illness last year, and before the cold dew arrived, he went away. ”

When Yan Pu was alive, he was really a generation of Confucianism, and he was still in the palace at that time. In private, I have also talked to Murong Jin many times, saying that he is a teacher, but in fact, he is more like an elder in the family. Only now, it is separated by yin and yang. Murong Jin pursed her thin lips tightly, and said after a while: "When I left the palace, Mr. Yan was over seventy years old, so he can be regarded as the end of his life." ”

"The end of life...... Heh......" The man turned around and didn't continue the topic, "My surname is Gu, Gu Shi." ”

"Mr. Gu."

"Mr. Gu is really early today."

It turned out that unconsciously, the hour had arrived, and everyone came one after another.

Unlike Murong Jin, the other three all had attendants, but there was no one on the seat next to Murong Jin, which looked a little different.

This Gu Shi, although he seems to be casual and unreliable, is generally funny when he talks about the class, which makes people not feel tired, and his knowledge is not inferior to his predecessor's sacrificial wine. In this way, what felt like a long half day flowed briskly.

At lunchtime, everyone said goodbye to Gu Shi and left. Only Gu Shi was still sorting out the scrolls unhurriedly, for a long time, as if he couldn't finish sorting them out.

Murong Jin couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is Mr. sorting out?" ”

Gu Shi raised his head and glanced at him, and continued to bury his head: "Didn't His Highness listen to these lessons?" What I have compiled is, of course, the books of the saints. What about Your Highness? Why don't you go to dinner yet? ”

Murong Jin pondered for a moment, then stepped forward, "Seeing that Mr. is meticulously organized, I feel curious." ”

"Your Highness, at your age, it's not good to be too curious." As soon as Murong Jin approached, Gu Shi put the scroll into a bookbag made of coarse cloth, "Your Highness owes a lot of homework, there is a collection of books in the Xue Palace on the first floor of Wenyuan Building, Your Highness can often go to see it." It seems that someone is waiting for His Highness, and His Highness still should not stay here for too long. The lower official retired. And when he had finished speaking, the man departed.

Murong Jin had no choice but to pack up the books and walk outside.

As soon as he walked out of the school palace, he saw a figure holding a handstove and said anxiously: "Ah Jin, why did you come out at this time?" ”