The news that the Empress had finally been placed in the coffin soon reached the Cabinet, which many officials were relieved to hear.

The prince has been holding his mother and refusing to let go......

What kind of words does this say, isn't this a child's trick?

It is very unseemly to do this.

Now that the stalemate on the queen's side has been resolved, many of their worries have been relaxed a little.

It's just that they didn't wait long for them to be happy, and that night, news came from the palace again - the prince was gone.

The prince is gone.

The mausoleum keepers should have known his whereabouts, but these mausoleum keepers were as silent as iron lumps, and did not answer anything.

The Praetorian Guards set up numerous checkpoints at every entrance and exit of the palace, and people with umbrellas and lanterns searched for traces of Chen Yicong in the vast Forbidden City.

Zhang Shouzhong personally rushed into the rain to look for it, and even a small group of people went directly to Prince Gong's Mansion to search.

However, in the heavy rain, no new news came.

……

Lightning swept across the dome, illuminating the entire palace road in an instant, and Chen Yicong slowly moved forward in the rain.

He didn't know where he was, he didn't know where he was going, he just walked forward blindly, and the two mausoleum guards followed closely behind him.

None of the three had umbrellas.

In the hazy rain curtain, there are lights in the distance.

Through the light, Chen Yicong recognized this place - this is the duty room of the Tai Hospital in the palace.

In this way, he knew that he was going west all the way, and if he continued to go west, he would reach Xihua Gate.

So he passed the gate of the hospital guard, which was closed tightly on a rainy night, and next to it, the gate of an unnamed courtyard was open.

The osmanthus tree in the courtyard, with branches sticking out of the outer wall.

Chen Yicong didn't have any impression of this place, but when he continued to walk forward, the hanging flower branches hung on the hem of the young man's clothes.

He stopped, pulled his sleeve back with all his might, and the silk broke in two in an instant.

At that moment, he heard someone singing in the courtyard through the wall.

Chen Yicong heard this voice at once.

"The sun comes out a little red, shining into the sister's room Mi Haikong, the more empty the Mihai is, the easier it is to play, only worry about the short life and not worry about the poor......"

He turned slowly, resting his head against the wall, pricking up his ears to listen.

"A river goes to a leisurely time, a lotus flower floats on the water surface, when you intentionally put the flowers, you have no intention of looking at the flowers floating......"

He quickly realized what this place was.

- The emperor's grandfather once set up a special courtyard for Bai Ling in the palace, Chen Yicong has always known about it, but he has not had time to inquire where that courtyard is.

"When people go out, they laugh at me, when they go home, they laugh at me, when they enter the door, they laugh, and when I enter the gate, tears flow......

In the rain, the girl's voice was a little chopped.

"I don't believe you when you say it's difficult, it's true when I say it's difficult for me, it's hard for you to have a flat house to live in, and it's hard for me to live in a bitter gourd shed......"

The words are written so bitterly, but the tone of the song is light and tactful, as if singing something beautiful.

Chen Yicong suddenly remembered one morning, when he was still struggling with how to comfort his father's exiled Hu Lu.

So he went to the Imperial Garden, where he met Bai Ling.

At that time, Bai Ling told him that there was some pain, no one could help Hu Lu share it, and what he could do was very limited.

At this moment, Chen Yicong suddenly understood.

"It rained in the sky and the road was slippery, and I fell and climbed by myself. I relieve my sorrows, and I wipe my tears dry......"

I really can't share it.

No one can share it.

In the heavy rain, Chen Yicong wiped his eyes with his soaked sleeves, and the rain on his face was hot, and he couldn't erase it no matter what.

It rains in the sky and the road is slippery,

Fall down and climb on your own.

Solve your own sorrows,

Self-shedding tears wipe themselves dry.

He leaned against the wall and slowly stepped into the courtyard.

Bai Ling was sitting alone on the handrail of the corridor against the wall, and she didn't know what she was knitting in her hand.

Chen Yicong vaguely saw a few strands of tassels hanging from her fingers.

Bai Ling heard the voice and raised his head as well.

She saw Chen Yicong standing in the doorway, the young man soaking wet, and the rain was dripping down the hem of his clothes on the ground.

"The ...... of the Prince"

Hearing this title, Chen Yicong's eyes became hot again, and he took a few steps forward, but the corner of the floor tile on the ground tripped him, so Chen Yicong lost his balance and fell to the ground.

……

In the inner room, Chen Yicong sat on a chair with a steaming bowl of ginger tea in front of him and a dry towel on the arm of the chair.

Chen Yicong came back to his senses, slowly stretched out his hand, and picked up the ginger tea.

But after only one sip, the spicy taste of ginger burned him too much to bear.

He looked up and saw a plaque hanging in the middle of the room, which read the words "Zhenshan Liufang".

Chen Yicong recognized this handwriting, which was mostly the emperor's grandfather's handwriting.

At this time, Chen Yicong had already changed into dry clothes - Bai Ling asked the eunuch Zhao Qi for a regular suit.

And Zhao Qi was standing in the corner trembling at this time, watching his clothes fit the prince's body quite inappropriately.

In fact, the mausoleum guards outside are now wearing Zhao Qi's clothes - they are lighting a fire in the backyard and baking Chen Yicong and their wet clothes.

Zhao Qi followed Bai Siyao's instructions, personally served the prince to change his clothes, and washed his hands with water by the way.

Chen Yicong's palm had some abrasions on the palm of his hand because of the fall just now, and Zhao Qi washed off the mud on it with clean water. When doing these things, Chen Yicong was expressionless all the time, which made Zhao Qi even more frightened.

He originally wanted to wipe the crown prince's hair—but Chen Yicong frowned, and Zhao Qi was so frightened that he immediately retreated.

Bai Ling used a clean cloth to pass his hand and brought a bowl of clear soup noodles - this noodle did not add anything but a little salt, it was just an ordinary bowl of somen noodles.

"Eat."

Chen Yicong nodded and took the chopsticks, but his movements were still a little slow.

Bai Ling looked at the clothes behind him and got wet again—the boy's hair was still dripping, and he didn't mean to use the dry towel that he had in his hand.

- What's the use of changing clothes like this.

"Zhao Qi," Bai Ling said in a low voice, "go get a comb." ”

"No," Chen Yicong said in a low voice, "I ......"

"Don't move." Bai Ling whispered.

This "don't move" made Chen Yicong's hand tremble slightly.

All of a sudden, the scene became so familiar.

He still sat down obediently as before, looking at the dishes and chopsticks in front of him with red eyes.

Bai Ling stood up, picked up the dry towel on the side, and wrung out Chen Yicong's hair little by little, starting from the ends of his hair.

"Lord Zhang has just been here," Bai Ling said softly, "and he asked me if I saw you tonight." ”

Chen Yicong was silent.

Bai Ling continued, "...... Did you sneak out tonight? ”

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