On a hazy winter day in Beijing, snowflakes fall with the wind, just like the rain in April and May in the south of the Yangtze River, which will never end.

Stepping on the soft snow, Chu Liufeng was much more relaxed.

It came to mind that when I was ten years old, I had just arrived at Mingyue Villa.

Two children about his size stood at the gate of the cottage and watched him walk in.

The master took his hand and pointed to the older children and said, "Come here, this is Feng'er, he likes the bow and arrow you make the most."

The one called Xiao'er handed over a delicate and delicate bamboo and wooden bow, and the leather case containing a few wooden arrows contained it, turned around and walked away again.

Then the younger boy came and grabbed the bow and arrow.

"Inspector! Don't mess around, Feng'er just came here, don't scare him, the three of you are good little brothers. ”

It was as if it was yesterday.

The bow and arrow sent by the school, I also brought it to Jingshi, so many years, when I see this bow and arrow, I will think of the beauty of my childhood.

The school of that year had become the saint of the Ming Empire, and Zhen'er was also named the king of letters, but Feng'er was still the same Feng'er back then, but the master didn't let him be called Feng'er anymore.

The snowflakes in front of him seem to have turned into small raindrops in Jiangnan, where is the master?

Chu Liufeng was thinking about it, and suddenly felt that this Jingshi was a little strange and terrifying.

The camel team that has been lying at the base of the city wall is gone, Gao Yingxiang has already left, is he the person behind the Jiangshan Order?

A chill came up, Chu Liufeng felt a little cold, the Central Plains and the northwest were famine and drought, and they all said that it would be a good year for Ruixue to be a good year, and it would rain more in those places, and the world would be better, and the schools in the Forbidden City would not be more tired.

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Groups of ragged people crowded under the archway not far away, and kept looking at the tightly closed temple gate opposite.

They were waiting for the porridge and rice to be given in the temple, but there were many more hungry people than when they first arrived in Beijing, some spoke the accent of Liaodong outside the Guan, and some were in the Northwest and Central Plains dialects.

The instinct to survive made them walk thousands of miles all the way to the feet of the Son of Heaven in Beijing, who could shelter them?

Most of the Caoyun grain and grass from the south of the Yangtze River were burned by Suo Wuchang and others, and the ordinary people in Beijing were about to run out of food, and they could drink a few mouthfuls of porridge from temples and large families every two days, and they would not die of hunger, and it was a great luck to survive this cold winter.

Chu Liufeng couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

It's almost ten years since I saw Xiao'er, is he still the same as he was back then, impossible.

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In the fourth winter of the Apocalypse, the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the northern Chinese New Year's Eve.

Chu Liufeng entered the Forbidden City, passed the Qianqing Gate and walked towards Kunning Palace, the red-walled palace, under the light, even at night, it was still solemn.

Chu Liufeng only felt that this Forbidden City was a little familiar, and he couldn't say that it was a feeling like the first time he went to Mingyue Villa, which was a little kind.

This is where the school lives, and of course it feels better.

But it's not, all the children are from the school, and from the north and south of the Yangtze River, there has never been such a feeling.

The sound of music and rhythm came from the night sky again, sad and complaining, are there any unsatisfactory people in this imperial city?

Chu Liufeng quickened his pace and walked towards Kunning Palace, and the cold Jin Ge of the golden-armored warrior beside him was full of voice and murderous aura, but it looked incompatible with this Forbidden City.

He didn't dare to look more, the red door in front of him was open, and the school was already sitting inside waiting for him.

In Kunning Palace, it is as warm as spring, the lights are soft and weak, and the fragrance of tea hits people, but there is some Jiangnan breath.

"The friendship of my youth has always been in my heart, all these years, Master Mao will come to Beijing this season, this year Master Mao did not come, but you came, and Feng'er has grown up."

Chu Liufeng was a little nervous, and didn't dare to look at Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse, just stared down at the teacup in front of him.

"Since the death of my father, I have been sitting on this dragon chair for a few years, I am not free, I also want to go to Jiangnan every year, like King Xin, I can often see you, and the outside world, but unfortunately I can't help myself."

Zhu Youxiao sighed, stood up from the dragon chair and walked over.

Only then did Chu Liufeng raise his head and look at Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse.

On a pale face, there was very little blood, and the steps that came were also weak.

Xiao'er's body was also very good at that time, no, it was the emperor.

Chu Liufeng hurriedly corrected the title in his mind, and then took out the letter written by his master to Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse from his arms.

Zhu Youxiao opened the letterhead that had been sealed with fire paint, read it silently twice, walked over and closed the palace door.

"Master Mao worries about the country, and also gives me guidance, which is the blessing of the community."

After Zhu Youxiao finished speaking, he closed his eyes, opened his eyes after a while, and said:

"The burden on my body weighs more than a thousand catties, especially in the past two years, the border beacon fire, the hungry people at home, and the eunuch party disputes within the court are all caused by a thousand hairs, and my health has been getting worse and worse in recent years."

Zhu Youxiao blushed and coughed, took out a few red pills from a porcelain bottle on the table, soaked them in water and drank them in one gulp.

"What kind of pill did the emperor drink?"

Chu Liufeng asked in surprise, and suddenly remembered that he heard the conversation between the prince and the man, which was also a pill.

"This is the elixir that the inner court helped me concoct."

Looking at the red pill, Chu Liufeng became a little uneasy.

I wanted to say it in my heart, don't take this red pill, but I didn't dare to say it, and there was no good reason to say it, but it would backfire.

Chu Liufeng lowered his head again, feeling sad, and tears had already flowed down involuntarily.

At this time, Zhu Youxiao said again: "Master Mao is worried about the matter of believing in the king, and I have been prepared for a long time.

Above Jiuding, everyone is salivating, not to mention the royal family with great power.

King Xin has been obedient to me since he was a child, although there have been some changes in the past two years, it is mostly the idea of those around him, and he will come to Kunning Palace in a while. ”

Zhu Youxiao seems to be weak, but his heart is still strong, and he is even more alert, he is as smart as when he was a child, but his health is not very good.

Chu Liufeng thought about it, and wanted to ask about Wei Zhongxian's administration of the government, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only listen to Zhu Youxiao.

The two were chatting, and before they knew it, it was already late at night, when a soft voice came from the window.

"The emperor is so late and still hasn't rested, do you want me to prepare something to eat for you?"

Zhu Youxiao smiled and said: "Let the imperial chef get a few snacks for me and the Flowing Wind Boy to satisfy our hunger, and you can send it in when it's ready." ”

The woman outside the window answered.

After a while, the door of Kunning Palace was pushed open with a creak, and a woman in green walked in with a tea tray containing a few snacks.

Seeing the woman in green, Chu Liufeng was taken aback, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

This woman in green turned out to be Yongning who she saw in the Qinhuai River in Jinling, and she was still dressed for the first time that day.

Yongning put down the tea tray, and his eyes flowed with joy.

"Childe came to Jingshi, and he didn't go to look for slaves, so he didn't expect to meet here."

Chu Liufeng was a little embarrassed, even more nervous, he didn't know what to say, he glanced at Yongning, and then looked at Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse.

"Jinling is a dream, and now the Beijing division meets, but it is also fate!"

Zhu Youxiao said with a smile.

Yongning's face turned crimson all of a sudden, and he turned around and said:

"Brother Huang is not allowed to make fun of others, when you were a child, you bullied me and my second brother when you were fine, and pretended to be a big brother all day long."

Yongning turned out to be the princess of the dynasty, Chu Liufeng only felt that it was in a dream, and even a little overwhelmed.

"Yongning, don't make trouble, there is an old saying, the eldest brother is like a father.

Chu Liufeng! Now you know who you met in Jinling, although Yongning has a strong temper, but he knows the general situation and never treats himself as a little woman. ”

After Zhu Youxiao finished speaking, he looked at Yongning again and said, "Princess, am I right?" ”

Yongning hesitated: "You are the emperor's brother, you can say whatever you want, you are the only one in the world, don't let you say, you don't cut off my head." ”

"Your Yongning Palace, no matter how far you go, it is your boudoir, I will always keep it for you, you are not used to living outside, come back to live."

Yongning turned around, already in tears, wiped the tears on his face with a handkerchief and said:

"My brother is here, I have a home, Yongning thanks the royal brother for his care and tolerance over the years."

Zhu Youxiao was also a little moved, and sighed softly.

"Are your injuries better, don't be careless.

I'll go back to my house tomorrow, I'll pick you up in two days, and then you can go with Lord Wan, if you didn't save me in Jinling, I can't say that I'll be in Shengjing, or thank you. ”

Yongning continued.

Chu Liufeng was still nervous, and he didn't know what to say when he stood up.

At this time, Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse walked over, pushed open a door next to him, and turned around and said:

"Let's talk about it for the time being, and I'll talk to King Xin about something first."

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There was a sound of talking from next door from time to time, and Chu Liufeng felt better this time, and sat down to take a sip of tea.

"I'll play a song for you, see you enter the palace for the first time, you are nervous like this, just come a few more times in the future."

Chu Liufeng smiled, looking at Yongning, and even had some warm feelings.

"The old man is separated from the rivers and seas, and he is separated by mountains and rivers several times. At first glance, I turned into doubtful dreams, and I asked each other about the year. The lonely lamp is cold and rainy, and the deep bamboo is dark and smoky. There is more hatred in the Ming Dynasty, and it is a pity to leave the cup. ”

Yongning played and sang in a low voice.

Chu Liufeng was full of emotion, things in the world are like dreams, why should they have met before?

Isn't he and Yongning the same, they are both people who have fallen at the end of the world!

Everyone has their own sorrows, whether it is the son of heaven or the princes, or a cloth cloth.

Meeting is fate, reunion is joy, and reunion means parting, who and who can be forever!

Suddenly, the song stopped, and Yongning stood up and said, "The tea is also cold, I'll go and make another cup for you." ”

Chu Liufeng came back to his senses, and Yongning had already walked out.

A deep voice came from next door.

"I haven't been in good health since I was a child, and I haven't had a successor to the next generation, I know that my time is short, you will take it over when I leave, and the world will be yours in the future."

It was the voice of Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse.

Zhu Youzhen's hands trembled a little, and when he heard his brother's words, he knelt down and said:

"The emperor's great cause, the dragon is healthy, don't say these bad words, you are going to kill the little brother."

When the king had finished speaking, he kowtowed to the ground fiercely.

Through the crack in the door, Chu Liufeng saw the eyes of Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse, and it was painful and helpless.

Did the two brothers tell the truth, or did they play on the spot?

King Xin still knelt on the ground, and Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse had no intention of letting him get up.

"The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless."

Emperor Zhu Youxiao muttered, pushed open the door and walked in, leaving King Xin alone on his knees, still kowtowing.

Seeing Zhu Youxiao's cold face, Chu Liufeng was shocked, sweating all over, and hurriedly stood up.

At this time, there was Yongning's exclamation outside, and there was the sound of fighting, and Chu Liufeng jumped out of Kunning Palace.