The candle was lit, but the person who lit the candle had long since disappeared into the shadow of the pillars of the temple, as if he had never appeared.

There are only three figures in the huge hall, which are slightly dimly reflected by the candlelight, and they look at each other.

According to the etiquette, as a courtier, he really can't look directly at the king, so after a while, he bowed his head slightly and bowed slightly, maintaining enough respect for the so-called carpenter emperor who had supported the Ming Dynasty for seven years.

Apocalypse looked Chongzhen up and down carefully.

I saw that this person was tall, well-proportioned, with good facial features, eyebrows, faintly similar to himself, and at the same time faintly felt a little familiar, but he didn't think much about it, only thought that this was the blood resonance between brothers.

At the end, the Apocalypse General looked at Empress Zhang, who nodded heavily at her, and even the jade hand that was holding him increased a little harder.

Apocalypse seemed to have made up his mind, and said impressively: "My brother should be Yao Shun." ”

Chongzhen was stunned, really stunned - this is too straightforward, isn't it? It is the same as the record in the history books!

So, how do you respond?

"Brother don't dare? Panicked brother? Hehe, fortunately, Lao Tzu was prepared. ”

When he entered the temple, he reached into his arms and tore open the oilcloth paper.

The smell of hot dried vegetables and meat cakes suddenly spread, spreading towards the entire Heart Nourishing Palace.

The apocalypse should have smelled it a long time ago, but his body was weak, and even his sense of smell was a little dull, so he didn't suck his nose heavily until this moment and said, "What does it smell?" It smells so good! ”

When Chongzhen heard this, even if he was slightly relieved, it also proved his conjecture - the apocalypse still has hunger.

This shows that the physical function of the apocalypse has not completely dissipated. Perhaps, there is no need to give up on treatment.

When Empress Zhang heard this, she looked at the apocalypse with surprise on her face, and exclaimed urgently: "Does the emperor want to eat?" The concubine then instructed the imperial dining room to prepare some delicious meals! Come! Someone! ”

Hearing the sound, a guard immediately flashed out of the shadow of the temple pillar, and he was about to fade out, but was stopped by the apocalypse.

His pale face may have a slight color of blood due to the unique aroma of the baked cakes, and he turned his head and whispered: "What are the things in the imperial dining room, when they are ready, they will be served slowly, I have already passed this energy." ”

"The Emperor's ......"

Empress Zhang was about to say more, but Tianqi had already turned to Chongzhen and asked, "My brother is in his arms, but there is a pancake hidden?" ”

Shigejin smiled, laughing happily.

He vaguely remembers that when he was very young, he always looked so sick. At that time, no matter what he wanted to eat, except for those that were very clear that there were all kinds of harm and no benefit, his adoptive father would try his best to be satisfied.

So once upon a time, ignorant like him, he always wished that he was sick.

When he grew up and learned some knowledge of Chinese medicine, he realized that the reason why his adoptive father satisfied him as much as possible was nothing more than to take into account the miraculous self-intake consciousness of human life.

Just like when you are thirsty and want to drink, when you are hungry you want to eat, you want to eat something very strongly, although it may not seem very beneficial, let alone cure, it can make the human body feel very comfortable, and even conducive to the improvement of the condition.

So, Chongzhen took out the oilcloth paper hidden in his arms, spread it out thoroughly, held it in his hand like a treasure and said, "Yes, Brother Huang, it's still hot, do you want to eat it?" ”

"Yes! Want! Just when Chongzhen thought that the apocalypse was going to say the three words "Che Ke Hao", he saw his Adam's apple make a strong swallowing movement, and said excitedly, "Take it quickly!" ”

"Okay." Chongzhen responded and walked to the palace, moving as he pleased, without any scruples.

"Your Majesty ......" Empress Zhang frowned, but she didn't say anything, just looked at the apocalypse and tried to persuade softly.

Tianqi seemed to care about Empress Zhang's opinion, just like a child who listened to the words of adults, and hesitated a little when he heard it.

Chongzhen immediately persuaded: "Imperial sister-in-law, sister-in-law, let the imperial brother, my brother, eat to your heart's content." ”

A sister-in-law, a brother, for ordinary people, is just a very ordinary title.

However, in this cold deep palace, in this high and cold place, Tianqi and Empress Zhang felt the warmth they had not seen for a long time, and also touched the softest place in Empress Zhang's heart.

She burst into tears instantly, but she couldn't let it go down her cheeks.

She nodded with tears in her eyes, took the stack of pancakes from Chongzhen's hand, picked the softest and warmest one from the middle, gently tore off a slice, and gently fed it into Apocalypse's mouth.

This touching scene also touched the resolute heart of Chongzhen, who had been lonely for a long time.

He also took one from the stack of pancakes, and sat on the ground at the feet of Tianqi and Empress Zhang, eating it in large gulps and chewing vigorously.

Seeing this, Tianqi and Empress Zhang looked at each other and smiled, and they also strengthened the resolute decision in their hearts.

Three people, three hearts, in such an unusual but very simple way, in this cold and impersonal palace like a deep pool, rely on each other, blend with each other, and there is no barrier.

Human emotions are sometimes so magical.

The Ming royal guards in the shadow of the temple pillar saw this scene in their eyes, and they couldn't help but burst into tears.

The pancake was dry, and after a few bites, he took off the wine gourd hanging with him, and poured a mouthful of the pot stopper.

Sifeng rice wine is mellow and soft and glutinous, mild in character, the young man does not drink the fire, the old man does not drink restless, if it is not lifted all the year round, come to a lamp every day, keep it for several months, you can gradually regain the majesty.

Chongzhen poured wine into his mouth boldly, and some of it overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the aroma of wine gradually emanated, very elegant, if there is nothing, it is very clear.

Hearing this, the apocalypse moved his index finger slightly, and swallowed the pancake in his mouth with difficulty.

Then, he looked at the wine gourd in Chongzhen's hand and was stunned.

However, he also knew that drinking alcohol was a luxury. It's just that he really wants to take a sip, just like this free and easy brother, casually and boldly pouring wine into his mouth.

Of course, Empress Zhang also sensed his desire, so she nudged him to complain.

Apocalypse immediately looked at her and smiled, smiling like a fool.

"Sister-in-law, let my brother take a sip." Chongzhen suddenly stood up, looked at Empress Zhang, and pleaded sincerely.

"But ......," Empress Zhang hesitated.

She also wanted to fulfill her husband's small wish, because he knew very well that the emperor, who had studied the carpenter trade for seven years, was about to return.

Even if he abstains from alcohol, it does not necessarily prolong his life much.

In that case, why insist on it again and for a while? Why not take it easy? It's not worth this life.

Thinking of this, Empress Zhang nodded slightly.

The apocalypse was overjoyed, and he immediately wanted to snatch the wine gourd in Chongzhen's hand.

"Brother and slow, this wine gourd is used by Xu Wei, the master of the locust real general. Before rushing into the fire to rescue his brother, he threw the gourd aside to avoid being consumed by the fire. ”

"Locust Aiqing ......"

Tianqi heard this sad title, and his excitement gradually quieted down with the soothing smile of Chongzhen, and he suddenly felt that the smile of his fifth brother was so similar to that young man.

It's all so pure, it's all so sunny, and it's all so magical.

"Yes, it's the locust general. His master Xu Wei lived to be one hundred and five years old, and his younger brother didn't dare to expect his brother to live so long, but he should be a hundred years old, right? ”

Apocalypse didn't think he was joking, and nodded lightly when he heard this.

Chongzhen smiled freely, and then handed the wine gourd to Apocalypse and let him grasp it in his hand.

Let him follow his example, raise his neck and take a sip, let the mild wine moisten his mouth and tongue, and then flow into the stomach through the throat and esophagus, gradually spreading and gradually warming.

Apocalypse's self-control is obviously very poor, and he wants to be greedy, but he has been snatched away by Chongzhen.

Apocalypse glared and wanted to shout, but Chongzhen said with a smile: "According to Zhou Ji, the best friend of General Locust Zhenxiao before his death...... Oh, after he met his younger brother, he changed his name to Zhou Yuji, which means that every evil turns into good fortune.

According to General Zhou Yuji, the name of this rice wine is Sifeng, which is brewed by General Zhenxiao of Locusts, and its expression word 'Simin', and Zhou Yuji's expression word 'Sisheng', constitute 'Sansi', which means 'Daojue Simin'.

Having such a loyal general is really the blessing of the Ming Dynasty and the blessing of the emperor's brother. I, Daming, must also be under the leadership of the emperor's brother, break the slaves, and reappear in Zhongxing. For the sake of the emperor's dragon body, the younger brother thought that you could only drink one sip a day at most, and you could only drink this wine, and the other wines were either too turbid or too strong, and they could not be touched. ”

Without wine, the apocalypse seemed a little excited.

Empress Zhang's phoenix eyes shone brightly, and she gently pushed the emperor's husband beside her.

Tianqi probably felt that although this requirement was very harsh, it was better than not having to drink it at all, and the taste of this Sifeng rice wine was really mellow and soft, which was endlessly memorable, tilted his head and thought about it, so he nodded and agreed.

After this time, Tianqi was a little tired, leaned on Empress Zhang's thin fragrant shoulders, buried a slightly bloody face in her swan-like snow-white jade neck, closed her eyes and rested.

Chongzhen gently grasped Apocalypse's wrist and put on three fingers to take the pulse.

Empress Zhang was extremely surprised by this, and should have questioned it, but seeing that her expression was solemn, and the subtle movements of her fingers occasionally raised slightly, it had a bit of the taste of a young miracle doctor, so she let it go for the time being.

This vein is really carefully grasped, and at the same time, he is also quickly searching for ways to deal with it from the techniques of Chinese medicine in the depths of his mind, and occasionally he will learn a little from the direction of Western medicine.

After a long time, Chongzhen let go of Apocalypse's wrist, frowned and fell into deep thought.

Empress Zhang was afraid of interrupting his thoughts and disturbing her husband's rest, so she forcibly endured it without asking.

In a short period of time, the apocalypse happily snorted to represent a deep sleep.