"What about my milk cake? Wu. ”

The room was quiet, except for the sound of inquiries echoing in the room.

Zhu Qingwu didn't answer, and Tang Xijian was not annoyed, but just took the trouble to ask again.

Today's Tang Xijian is the Son of Heaven, and he doesn't have what kind of pastries he wants to eat, so Zhu Qingwu doesn't understand why he has to be so obsessed with a plate of milk cakes.

But he still replied truthfully: "It's already cold."

He had expected the topic to follow, but the next second he felt his body sit up and leave the bed.

Then, the candlestick on the table lit up, instantly dispelling the original darkness in the room.

Zhu Qingwu closed his eyes a little uncomfortably and sat up.

Then I saw that Tang Xijian had already walked to the table, picked up a piece of milk cake that had been cooled, and ate it slowly.

He ate slowly, as if he were tasting some delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

The candle flame flickered, making everything in front of him a little abrupt.

Therefore, Zhu Qingwu was stunned for a moment before he realized what he should do.

So he hurriedly got out of bed and asked, "Haven't you eaten yet?" I'm going to let the Imperial Dining Room pass the food. ”

However, before he could take a few steps, his wrist was suddenly clasped, and then he was pulled back with a strong force.

Zhu Qingwu turned his head, and then saw Tang Xijian slowly swallowing the last bite of milk cake.

The dark eyes looked at him for a moment, and his fingers gently rubbed his wrist, "No need, I just suddenly want to eat milk cake." ”

These words brought their memories back together.

When Zhu Qingwu woke up in this dynasty, Tangxijian had already been thrown into the Lijuni Palace.

It's remote and desolate, and no one comes here on weekdays, just like a cold palace.

Therefore, Zhu Qingwu understood from the beginning that Tangxijian should not be favored.

But after a long time, I found out that Tangxijian was not only not favored.

It's obviously a rejected existence.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but the Ministry of Internal Affairs often forgets to leave the Hinomiya.

Every time Zhu Qingwu goes to beg for it, not only can he not get it back, but he will be laughed at.

Even if you are sometimes kind-hearted and give it on time, you are often deducted from it.

A little bit of something can't support the lives of the three of them in the Hinoki Palace at all.

Faced with such a situation, Zhu Qingwu could only try to get some food.

By chance, he met Gonggong Li of the Siyuan Bureau.

Gonggong Li was in charge of the seasonal vegetables and fruits in the palace, so he gave him some seeds.

Zhu Qingwu turned over a piece of land in Lijunigong Palace, planted some vegetables, and finally barely solved the problem of food and clothing.

As for the rest, there was nothing he could do.

It's just that one day I went to the south study with the stream to get a job, and when class ended that day, the biological mother of the third prince, Concubine Ying, came to pick up the third prince, afraid that he would be hungry, so she made a plate of milk cake with her own hands and fed him carefully.

At that time, Tang Xijian had already packed up the books, but it didn't come out for a long time.

Zhu Qingwu, who was waiting outside, was a little strange, and while no one around him noticed him, he couldn't help but take a few steps forward and glanced inside.

Then I saw the Tang Xijian holding the book in the corner and looking at the picture of Concubine Ying feeding the three princes for a moment.

Zhu Qingwu thought that he probably wanted to eat milk cake.

Walking on the way back to the juniper palace that day, Zhu Qingwu looked at the lonely back of the young man in front of him, and suddenly felt that the child was a little pitiful, so he secretly remembered this incident in his heart.

Although the hinoki palace is very poor, but fortunately, the milk cake is not complicated, as long as you find a way, the ingredients can be gathered after all.

Therefore, Zhu Qingwu managed to get rice, flour, sugar, yeast and milk.

In fact, rice and flour are fine, they are all monthly servings, the most difficult thing to get is milk, there are not many cows in the palace, only for the favored nobles.

Therefore, Zhu Qingwu soaked with the eunuch who raised the cow for a long time, and took a lot of fruits and vegetables grown by himself before he got a small bowl.

Finally, on the 25th day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar of that year, a small plate of milk cake was made.

It happened to be the beginning of winter, and it was also the birthday of Tangxijian.

Although that day seemed to be no different in the Tang Stream.

According to the custom, the prince can have a day off on his birthday, but in this huge palace, except for Zhu Qingwu and Yuzhu, no one seems to remember Tang Xijian's birthday.

Therefore, Tangxijian still got up at the same time to go to school in the south study, and only returned to the juniper palace when he was in the unitary time.

That day, Yuzhu accompanied Tang Xijian to school, and he was busy for a day in the Lijuni Palace.

Finally, before he got out of school, he made six pieces of milk cake and a bowl of longevity noodles.

He still remembered Tang Xixi's expression when he saw the plate of milk cake.

The child's indifferent eyes finally swelled up with a hint of fluctuation, and he looked at him brightly, like a broken star.

"What are you thinking?" Zhu Qingwu's thoughts were pulled back by the voice of Tang Xixi.

He looked down at the missing piece of milk cake on his plate, and felt that the room seemed to be warmer than before.

"I ......" As soon as Zhu Qingwu spoke, the sentence he heard outside the imperial study today suddenly appeared in his mind, "It's just a eunuch." ”

So he hesitated again, but then the voice of Xiaodouzi pleading sounded in his ears again.

So in the end, he followed his heart and said: "I just suddenly remembered that one year during the Chinese New Year, you didn't go to the palace banquet because of the cold, I couldn't ask for medicine, so I could only boil some ginger soup and feed it to you, and in the end, Xiaodouzi secretly ran to the Lijunigong Palace and brought food and medicine to ......."

"Have you seen Little Bean?"

As soon as Zhu Qingwu said this, he heard Tang Xijian interrupt him.

He raised his head, and then saw that Tang Xijian was looking at him for a moment, with no expression on his face, but Zhu Qingwu still keenly heard a trace of displeasure from his tone.

Zhu Qingwu didn't know why, his heart suddenly panicked, and he subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he understood that Xiaodouzi had nothing to hide when he saw him in public today, so he still admitted: "Yes, but ......"

Before Zhu Qingwu finished speaking, he felt a sudden pain in his wrist.

He raised his eyes to look at the Tang Xijian in front of him, and the young man was still looking at him expressionlessly, only his lips pursed slightly, as if he was pressing something.

Zhu Qingwu was stunned for a moment when he saw this, but continued to finish what he had not finished.

“…… It cured your wind and cold, although Xiaodouzi has never said it, but we all know that Xiaodouzi is a person from the Fifth Highness, and it must be the acquiescence of the Fifth Highness that he has sent food and medicine over the years, I know that you have hatred in your heart, but at least the Fifth Highness has never harmed anyone from the Juniper Palace, so ......"

"So what?" The expression on Tang Xijian's face was still very light, but the deep eyes looked at him for a moment.

Zhu Qingwu has followed him for eight years, so he can naturally read the meaning of his expression at this time.

It's on the verge of getting angry.

But Zhu Qingwu still met Tang Xixi's gaze, and said word by word: "So can you release the five princes?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Qingwu felt a strong force attack on his wrist, and Tang Xijian pulled him in front of him violently.

There was a "click" sound at the wrist bone, and for a moment Zhu Qingwu almost thought that his left hand had been broken by Tang Xijian.

"Ten days ago, it was Taishi Chen, three days ago it was Concubine Ying, and today it was the fifth brother, so who is tomorrow?"

"Ah Jian."

"Ahh Tang Xijian looked at him, "I don't understand, why do they care so much about you?" ”

"Because ......" Zhu Qingwu looked at him, his throat plugged, "Back then, you were able to lead the troops out of the customs because of Taishi Chen's own recommendation, and you were poisoned at the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet that year, it was Concubine Ying who sent the imperial doctor to detoxify you, and ......"

"That's enough." Tang Xijian drank him off, and then turned his head away, as if he was patient.

After a long time, he turned his head again and said to him, "None of this is your business."

Zhu Qingwu choked up because of this sentence.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the days when he first came into this world a long time ago.

At that time, the small one in Tangxijian was extremely insecure, and he even had to sleep with him.

Every night, I would talk to him about everything.

In the eight years that they left the Hinoki Palace, they never had any distinction between master and servant.

More like relatives who are not related by blood.

They made their own wooden ladders and climbed to the roof in the dead of night to talk.

I ate a piece of moon cake together during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Because of these experiences, although it has been eight years since he came to this dynasty, Zhu Qingwu has never had a real sense of the master and servant class.

Although it is remote and remote, it is not a paradise far from the center of the storm.

Therefore, Zhu Qingwu always felt that he and Tang Xijian were equal in the past.

However, after he ascended the throne, no, maybe in fact, long before Tang Xijian ascended the throne, everything began to slowly change.

In the past, he always hoped that Tangxijian would grow up sooner and have a better time away from the Hinoki Palace.

Later, when he really grew up, he led the troops to the outside of the fortress, and Zhu Qingwu sat on the roof and looked at the northwest direction, praying every day that he could be safe.

Later, he finally returned to Yingdu safely and became the co-owner of the world, but he became more and more busy, so Zhu Qingwu felt that he was good by his side.

Later, there were more and more disputes and differences between them, and Tang Xijian seemed to have deliberately avoided him, and it was difficult for Zhu Qingwu to see him.

When did everything become what it is?

Why is it that every time I make a wish, the end result is to go further and further in the opposite direction?

"Ahh Tang Xijian let go of his wrist, and his tone returned to his previous indifference, "You have too many people in your heart who shouldn't pretend." ”

"But they've all helped you." Zhu Qingwu said with some difficulty.

"Really?" Tang Xijian hooked the corners of his lips, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

"So what......" Tang Xijian didn't say any more, but suddenly changed the subject, "Remember your identity, you only need to pretend to be me in your heart." ”

"You'll always be on my side."

"So don't let me hear you plead again."

"And ......" Tang Xijian said and paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone was clear, "Have you forgotten that I am now the emperor of Da Liang." ”

Tang Xijian didn't say any more, but Zhu Qingwu still understood what he meant instantly.

Yes, now, how can I still call him Ah Jian again.

Zhu Qingwu wanted to change it, but for some reason, he had no strength in his body, and he couldn't move, so he didn't move for a long time, just stood in place and looked at him blankly.

The figure in front of him was broken and reunited, and Zhu Qingwu could barely see the person standing in front of him.

There was a distant voice in my ears.

Because the time has passed so long, it is blurry and I can't hear it clearly.

I can only vaguely remember that day seems to be the twenty-fifth day of the lunar calendar of the twenty-ninth year of Jianchang, the beginning of winter.

He made milk cake and longevity noodles, and then carried the palace lamp and waited at the gate of the juniper palace.

It wasn't until the time of the unit that I saw the figures of Tang Xijian and Yuzhu.

"Your Highness Six." Zhu Qingwu stepped forward to take the book in Yuzhu's hand, and then walked with them towards the Lijuni Palace.

"Your Highness must be hungry at such a late hour, guess what delicious food I made?"

"What?" At that time, Tang Xijian was young after all, and his emotions would still be reflected on his face.

They entered the main house together, and then Tang Xijian saw the plate of milk cake and the bowl of longevity noodles on the table.

"Happy birthday, Your Highness!"

The young man looked at the thing in front of him in a daze, as if he had been frozen in place, and he didn't move for a long time.

It took a long time to turn around as if he was reacting, and suddenly turned around and hugged him.

"Your Highness?"

The young man in his arms did not respond for a long time, and only let go of him after a while.

Tang Xijian also seemed to realize his gaffe, and smiled a little abruptly.

"Thank you."

"Your Highness is gracious."

"You don't have to call me Your Highness all the time."

At that time, Zhu Qingwu hadn't been around for a long time, and he hadn't been educated much by the dignity and humility level here, so he naturally responded: "Then what do I call you?"

"Like I call you, you can call me Ajian."

"Okay." Zhu Qingwu said, handing him a piece of milk cake on the table, "Eat it while it's hot." ”

"Wu, I'm very happy today."

"Then I hope that Ah Jian can be as happy as today every day in the future."

"Will you be as happy every day as you are today?"

"Perhaps."

"Yes." Tang Xijian suddenly looked at him very firmly, "As long as you are always by my side." ”

"Wu?" Xu didn't react for too long, and Tang Xijian called him again with some impatience.

Only then did Zhu Qingwu come back to his senses and looked at the young man in front of him who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and was infinitely majestic.

The shadows in front of him and the shadows in his memory coincided and scattered in all directions.

Zhu Qingwu thought that people would change eventually.

Obviously in the warm pavilion, his body was a little stiff from the cold, but fortunately, he could still bend down and salute.

So Zhu Qingwu pulled the corners of his mouth with some difficulty, bent down, and lowered his eyes a little, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

"It's the minions who crossed the line."