That kind of night speech was the brightest sunshine in his heart, and he had never shone such a warm light.

Because the emperor wanted to discuss state affairs with the national teacher, they were not good to be present, so the emperor asked the princes to go to another place to play with the night farewell.

Except for Xuanyuan, all the people gathered around Yeqi, because before they came, they were dotted by their respective concubines, and this time they went to the imperial garden for only one purpose, that is, to get along well with the national teacher, so maybe they would have the opportunity to sit on the throne.

You must know that the little boy who quit at night, but he will inherit the mantle of the national teacher in the future, and he will become a national teacher in the future, who has the right, the national teacher accounts for half of it.

Xuanyuan Zhi was at the back, he looked at this little boy coldly, he had the same appearance as him, but he smiled very well.

He should be very happy.

Unlike him, he did not have a mother and did not receive a father's love. Nothing, he's here, it's superfluous.

Xuanyuan insisted on covering his body with a tree, he had better go and play by himself, after all, he was not very likeable.

Just after Xuanyuan Zhi left, Ye Ci noticed that there were fewer people, that prince, Ye Ci saw it as soon as he stood behind the national teacher, he had a pair of dark eyes, and there was an endless abyss inside, Ye Ci's mind couldn't help but be led by him.

Although Ye Ci was talking to other people along the way, his eyes never left Xuanyuan Zhi for a moment, as the son of the national teacher, he knew all emotions since he was a child, including seeing through the hearts of other people.

However, although Ye Ci saw Xuanyuan's humility, fear and timidity, he didn't know what he was thinking.

His mind was too heavy for him to see.

"Yeci, how about you take a look at this flower?" A young man who was older than Ye Ci pointed his finger to the pavilion in front of him, and Ye Ci's gaze followed, where did he seem to go?

"Shall we go over and have a look?" Ye Qi asked the person who was pointing in the direction just now.

"Okay." He took the lead, followed by Ye Ci, and slowly walked towards the pavilion in front.

Ye Ci knew the person in front of him, his father had told him that there was a person wearing bright yellow clothes, wearing a golden crown on his head, and a young man who was about the same age as himself, that was the eldest prince, called Xuanyuan Mo.

The eldest prince born to the queen, his father told him not to be too arrogant, not to meet the eldest prince, for fear that something would happen to him in the future.

Although I don't know my father's intentions, but my father's words, Ye Ci should be kept in mind, so all the way, Ye Ci didn't get close to Xuanyuan Mo.

Even if it was Xuanyuan Moti's suggestion, Yeqi walked with Xuanyuan Mo one after the other, not getting too close.

Finally passed a section of the way to the pavilion, Ye Ci looked at the top of the pavilion, where three large characters were written - Hongxiang Pavilion.

Yeci is particularly interested in this name, there are obviously no red plants here, and there is no incense, why is it written like this.

Ye Ci asked all the people here, and they all said that they didn't know, just as Ye Ci was depressed, Xuanyuan Mo spoke, "This is the word written by Xuanyuan." ”

"Xuanyuan?" The handsome young man's voice blurted out, and Xuanyuan, who was hiding in the dark, heard such a beautiful name, and drew a trace of softness in his heart.

No one has ever called his name so beautifully, Xuanyuan Zhi has always disliked his name, but at this moment, he feels that this is the best name.