Extra-textual East Wind Mistake (4)

East Wind Mistake (4)

The most useful thing I learned during my entire years of study was in the winter of my first year of study, and I still remember all the details of that day vividly.

It was a gloomy day, but there was no snow, but frost, like a thin blanket of jade shavings, covering the heads of every palace, and the air was dry and cold with frost.

The biting chill couldn't even resist the gloves that Xian Chen had specially knitted for me, and I took a few breaths of hot air on my little hands that were red from the cold, so that my blood could be smoothed, and although the weather was so cold, my heart was full of joy.

I was holding a carved box, which was a snack given to the students in the study according to the usual practice in the queen's palace, one for each person, but the box in my hand was not an ordinary dim sum, but from Qi Long's hands, because he didn't like to eat today's dim sum, so he handed it over to me and took it back.

This kid eats and wears far more than anyone else, and even a box of dim sum is more elaborate than others.

The dry trees around Caiwei Palace are covered with layers of frost, as if they are covered with a layer of silver jade clothes, which is exceptionally fresh.

Back in the house, I gave the snack to Xian Chen, because it was her favorite chestnut lotus paste cake, and she happily took the box, as she had done many times before.

In the days that followed, I often wondered, what would have happened if I had eaten that box of dim sum at that time? I believe that people will soon find out about the death of the emperor's eldest son, and then deduce from that box of snacks. It was someone who intended to murder the concubine of the Empress of Great Qi, and mistakenly hit the eldest son of the emperor. The queen mother is afraid that she will immediately cry to the emperor and complain about the "poison" encountered by her child, so a new storm will be set off in the palace, and some of the existence that the queen mother usually does not like will disappear naturally. As for the unlucky eldest son of the Earth Emperor who gave his life because of gluttony, no one cared, at most he was only given a sympathetic title. He was then buried in the royal tomb.

But I didn't eat it, and the person who ate it was Xian Chen.

The next day. I got up early in the morning, but she didn't come in to serve me, I was strange, didn't alarm anyone, I got dressed myself, ran into the next room, I wanted to wake her up. But I found that no matter how much I shook her, her eyes could never be opened.

I screamed loudly in fear, and finally attracted the other palace people, and then, in the midst of the noise, they called a middle-aged man.

In my panic, unrelated things began to come to my mind.

I remembered. Qi Long will give me every dim sum he doesn't like to eat, and one of his least favorite is chestnut lotus paste cake, since he found out this, the palace man in charge of preparing dim sum for him has not served lotus paste cake for a long time.

But yesterday I prepared a whole box again.

I remember, before that day, there had been many times. The masters praised me greatly, and criticized Qi Long's lack of progress. A few days ago, Mrs. Dong also said that he would personally play the Ming Sheng.

I know these things, and all people know them.

But one thing they don't know is that, actually, I also hate eating chestnut lotus paste cake, I don't like the sweet and greasy taste. But Xian Chen likes to eat it very much. So. I would bring it back every time and bring it to her to eat.

The results of the imperial doctor's diagnosis and treatment soon came out. He said that she had worked hard for many years, and the old illness recurred, and then she accidentally froze to death at night, and she sighed as if she was lamenting a hard-working palace person.

No one objected to this, and it was not known whether they believed the diagnosis of the Imperial Doctor, or if they understood that they should have believed the diagnosis of the Imperial Doctor.

I stood alone in the room, and saw the palace people around me start to talk about something, saying, "Life is hard...... I've been working for many years...... But she was unlucky...... It's just a palace maid...... Let's put it away...... Keeping an unlucky ...... It's almost the Chinese New Year......"

All sorts of voices came into my ears, and my mind was confused and dim, and I realized that there would never again be anyone who hastily called my name when I lost my way, and anxiously searched for my figure everywhere in this labyrinthine court; No one will still take out the freshly warmed meal from the cage when I am late to return to the palace, while nagging things like "how can it be so late", "the weather is too cold", "it's too dangerous outside"; No one will ever sew a thick cotton coat for me all night in the early morning of winter, for fear that I will be attacked by the cold wind......

All the prosperity of the world seemed to have become dim in that moment, and only one color still stubbornly remained in my sight, refusing to fade.

It was her lips, which had turned a cold blue-purple, like frost outside the window.

It was the first time I felt a deep, bitter hatred, and I never had a moment, like that moment, to hate a person, to hate a surname.

That year was when I turned ten.

The small incident of the death of a palace maid in the Caiwei Palace could not stir up a trace of waves in the harem of Daqi, the only consequence was that afterwards, the eldest son of the emperor fell seriously ill, and after recovering from the illness, the eldest son of the emperor, who was originally praised by the princes as smart and clever, began to become mediocre and indifferent, and I also began to sleep in the classroom.

Slowly, in the eyes of everyone, I am a mediocre and almost wooden prince, and in the future, I will be just a rich and leisurely prince who enjoys the worship by virtue of his bloodline.

Later, my life began to be a little sad, because the five princes, the sixth prince and the seventh prince in the palace all turned six years old one after another and began to study in Changwen Garden.

It was also the beginning of a period of my worst disgust.

Perhaps, it's because I'm older than all of them, so bullying me gives them a sense of accomplishment.

After all, I was still able to resist a few times, and the guards and minions who scolded and fought back were no different from the sandbags placed in the practice room.

What tires me is not that they endlessly want to come and provoke me, nor that they endlessly use my eyes as an excuse to provoke, but that I am obviously better than them, but I have to pretend to be a wretch, which is really annoying to think about,

In my spare time, I often fantasize that one day I will be able to sprinkle the blood of the murderer in front of her grave, although it is said that it is only a mass grave, and I am afraid that her grave will not be found. I also fantasize about killing all these people who bully me every day, so that they will never be able to show that kind of contempt to me again......

In this far-reaching court, all these fantasies can only exist in the depths of the heart. They slowly accumulated and precipitated, but they only turned into a kind of motivation, which made me almost hungry and thirsty to study hard and practice martial arts diligently. The education available to the royal family was naturally the best, and my martial arts and knowledge had grown by leaps and bounds during those years, though no one knew it.

In the spring of the fourteenth year of Xian Zhen, the warm wind swept away the bitter cold of winter, brought the sunshine full of vitality in spring, and also brought a new round of draft.

That year was also the time when I met her.

Some book friends asked about the order of the extras, and now the remaining few of the golden branches are

Dongfeng mistake (Qi Hao)

Night rain and light cold (Mu Qinghan)

This flower is lonely (Ni Tingxuan)

Mo on the flower bloom (Mu Zimo)

Among them, the east wind mistake is slightly longer, because it is necessary to explain some foreshadowing of the previous Great Qi court. The rest are shorter.

In fact, according to the order of the outside of the chapter, you can see that the ending of the last side of the article will be another ending that is different from the end of the ninth volume. In fact, I have said a long time ago that the ending is one-on-one. Although this ending is somewhat unrealistic fairy tale, Khan .........

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