They all say I'm a puppet

The winter in the 15th year of Yuankang in Nanxia seemed to be extremely difficult, and even the capital, which had always been considered mild, was extremely cold.The biting cold wind blew, making Fu Yu's small face flushed red.Fu Yu frowned, couldn't help but rubbed the roots of his ears that were almost unconscious, and casually pulled the wrinkled cotton robe on his body, and walked even faster.

Probably because the weather this year is so cold that even the Imperial Garden seems to have become desolate, Fu Yu walked through it and glanced at the withered and yellow branches and leaves on both sides. This situation was absolutely impossible to happen before, but recently There were a lot of incidents, everyone seemed to be busy coming and going, and the bustling Imperial Garden had become deserted, and because of this, Fu Yu dared to pass directly through the Imperial Garden today, saving a long distance from the journey.

Fuyu's residence is in the northwest corner of the imperial palace, next to the cold palace, which is the most remote and neglected corner in the entire imperial city.Today's majesty can't think of this place, and others won't deliberately mention it, so Fuyu, a prince who has a bad name but does exist, will fend for himself here.For Fu Yu, this is actually a good thing. After all, it is precisely because of his low sense of existence that his little life can survive.

Fu Yu looked down at the small basket he was carrying in his other hand, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.If it wasn't for this thing, he wouldn't be so bold to go through the imperial garden to the other side of the imperial city.Fortunately, the palace is in chaos now, and no one still has the energy to take care of him. It would be great if this kind of life can last for a while, Fuyu thought, and was even more happy, and even continued to move forward. At that time, I couldn't help humming a ditty.

Going around the bare woods, two servants walked side by side, muttering something while walking.One of them saw Fu Yu first, looked at him with a frown, stretched out his hand and tugged at the sleeve of the person who was still talking, the man stopped subconsciously, and walked towards Fu Yu Fang Fang looked over and struggled for a while, then reluctantly took a step back with the people around him, and made way for Fu Yu, it seemed that this was already extremely wronged, and he refused to say any more.

Fu Yu twitched the corner of his lips, his eyes swept over the faces of the two, and he didn't care about their rudeness, and walked past them calmly.He has lived in the palace for more than ten years, met all kinds of people, and faced various attitudes. He has long been used to it, and even to him, the attitude of these two people is considered polite.

He is no longer the kid who was bullied when he was a child and ran back to cry to Uncle Zhong. After all, that can't change anything, it just makes Uncle Zhong feel sad.

He took a few steps forward, and the voices of the two people behind him reached his ears:

"That is to say, you still treat him as a prince. When the late emperor was around, I'm afraid you didn't even remember that you had such a son, let alone now that the late emperor died and the eldest prince succeeded. As far as I know, Empress Dowager Xiao is not very good. I like these two princes."

"The new emperor succeeds to the throne. Empress Dowager Xiao doesn't have much time to take care of this one. Anyway, this is still a prince. If the new emperor suddenly cares about this only brother, he must give himself a way out."

"Well...that's true."

Fu Yu's footsteps paused, and he looked back at the two people's receding figures, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.These two people were right, his father didn't even remember that he had such a son, let alone his elder brother whom he hadn't seen a few times.It was better for him not to remember.

Taking advantage of the current chaos in the palace, he should try to implement his long-planned plan.While thinking in Fu Yu's mind, he quickly walked out of the imperial garden and continued towards the northwest corner.

On the road, I bumped into a few servants one after another, some were similar to the two just now, and some seemed to have never seen him at all, and walked past him without turning their eyes.Everyone was in a hurry, as if everyone in the palace except Fuyu had endless things to do.

After walking for a while in the cold wind, I saw a slightly dilapidated dormitory. A servant wearing a washed and worn-out robe was standing at the entrance of the hall and looking around. full of worries.Fu Yu raised the corners of her lips and called out, "Uncle Zhong, I'm here!"

As he spoke, he ran towards the waiter. The young man's face was filled with joy from the heart, and he walked up to the man in a few steps, and said, "It's been very cold these two days, why are you standing at the door? My legs will hurt again."

Cheng Zhong grabbed Fu Yu's wrist, glanced up and down, and he was relieved after making sure that there was nothing serious about this man's going out: "The palace is very chaotic these days, why are you running around? How about getting into trouble?"

Fu Yu let him hold him, still smiling, "It's because the palace is so chaotic that no one has time to watch over me." As he spoke, he stretched out the bamboo basket he was carrying in his other hand to Cheng Zhong. In front of him, "Look, didn't I bring something good back?"

Cheng Zhong stretched out his hand to lift the cover cloth on the bamboo basket with a full face of doubt, and after only one glance, his face changed drastically: "Where did you go, Your Highness? You just brought this all the way back? It would be terrible if people saw this." what to do"

Fu Yu held Cheng Zhong's hand, walked towards the palace, and said, "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, I have been inquiring for several days, the first emperor just passed away, and the new emperor ascended the throne, everyone in the palace is busy preparing The funeral of the first emperor and the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor, I didn’t see anyone all the way back.”

What was contained in the bamboo basket was not very precious, but a sleeve stove, which was actually not an important thing in the imperial city, but for the two people who had always depended on each other, it was very precious.Because of being ignored intentionally or unintentionally, Fuyu has no way to get his monthly silver on time. It is not easy for the two of them to eat enough, and no one will remember how to keep the master and servant warm in this weather.

Fuyu is not afraid of the cold, but Uncle Zhong had some problems when he was young. Now that the weather is a little colder, his legs hurt badly. Fuyu tried his best to get this sleeve stove back, add some charcoal, at least Warm Uncle Zhong's legs.

He didn't say these words directly, but Uncle Zhong had raised him single-handedly, and he could understand his thoughts just by looking at his expression. Looking at his reddened face, he finally just sighed softly.

He watched Fuyu be born and raised him, but he didn't expect that before he knew it, he was about to become a burden to this young man.

The two of them entered the hall while they were talking. This sleeping hall was originally built by the previous dynasty. In this dynasty, because it is next to the cold palace, no one cares about it. All is well.

Fu Yu handed the sleeve stove to Cheng Zhong, moved his nose, walked towards the kitchen, and said cheerfully, "Uncle Zhong, what delicious food did you make for me today?"

Cheng Zhong looked at his expression and laughed: "What can I eat? I stewed some green vegetables and tofu."

The corners of Fu Yu's ever-raised lips suddenly collapsed, and he turned his head and gave Cheng Zhong a pitiful look: "Shouldn't we eat stewed meat today?"

Cheng Zhong shook his head helplessly: "The first emperor just passed away, and there is no meat in the entire imperial city. Isn't the stewed meat just asking for trouble?"

Fu Yu's face collapsed, and he lifted the lid of the stove to take a look, took a deep breath, turned to Cheng Zhong and said, "Then I'm going to eat an extra bowl of rice today."

Cheng Zhong rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, I will follow His Highness."

Fu Yu curled his lips when he heard that title. He told Cheng Zhong more than once that he didn't need to call himself that, but he was rejected all the time. He was probably the only one in the entire imperial city who really took himself, the prince, seriously.

Fuyu does indeed have the blood of the royal family, but Emperor Yuankang Futan who gave him this blood has never taken this accidental son seriously, and people in the imperial city have always speculated about it. Shengyi, a prince whose birth mother is humble, lonely, and has no sense of existence in front of the Holy One, of course, will not receive any care.

For the current Fu Yu, he doesn't need this kind of care either.This huge imperial city is like a cage, and he has been trapped in it since he was born. He was born here, grew up here, and has seen all kinds of people and attitudes.He no longer thinks that he was so naive when he was a child, thinking that he should receive the same attention and favor as his elder brother. To his elder brother, he deserved it, but to him, it would kill him.

He already has his own plans, maybe in the near future, he will leave here with Uncle Zhong, and start a completely different life.

"Your Highness, it's time to eat." Cheng Zhong's voice came in, and Fu Yu put his little purse, which was getting heavier and heavier, back to the door, "Here we come."

To a certain extent, Fu Yu is a person who is particularly easy to satisfy. Even though he was clamoring to eat stewed meat just a moment ago, he is still sitting at the dining table facing a bowl of cabbage stewed tofu with a very happy expression on his face He sat down at the table, probed in front of the bowl and smelled it, and then reached out to pick up the chopsticks.

Cheng Zhong handed the rice to Fu Yu, glanced at the chopsticks in his hand, and said, "Your Highness, haven't you offered incense to your mother today?"

Fu Yu responded, put down the chopsticks in his hand, got up and walked to the incense table on the other side, lit the incense and put it in the incense burner, and bowed respectfully to the enshrined tablet three times before returning to the Sat down at the table.

The tablet without even a name enshrines his poor mother who has almost never met and came from a humble background. That poor woman gave birth to the second son of the emperor, Fu Yu, more than ten years ago, but she is not as expensive as a mother. , and even Cheng Zhong once suspected that her sudden death was because she gave birth to a prince and was hated by others.

Fu Yu actually doesn't have any memories of his poor mother, and he learned everything from Cheng Zhong.It is said that his mother was originally an ordinary maid in the palace of Concubine Xiao Gui, the favorite concubine of Emperor Yuankang, who accidentally fell into the eyes of Emperor Yuankang, but did not retain the sacred heart after winning the favor, and instead aroused the hatred of Concubine Xiao Gui, but maybe Because she could see that this plain-looking little maid who had always been silent and quiet posed no threat to her, and because she thought about the more or less master-servant friendship in the past, Concubine Xiao only drove her to the clothing bureau, and let her In the future, he will never be able to show his face in front of the Holy Spirit again.

Unexpectedly, after October, this court lady gave birth to a dragon son.

Emperor Yuankang's heirs were weak, and before that, there was only one eldest prince, Fu Zhao, who was born to Concubine Xiao Gui.Ordinarily, he should be very concerned about this youngest son, but Emperor Yuankang is very human after all.First of all, he didn't have any feelings for Fu Yu's biological mother, and the favor that day was just an accident after drinking, and he thought it was boring afterward.Furthermore, because of the birth of this youngest son, he annoyed his beloved concubine Xiao and the well-connected empress Chen in one fell swoop.

More importantly, at that time he had already begun to indulge in alchemy and immortality, trying to live forever. How could a person who thought he would live forever care about the blood of his heirs?So after Fu Yu was born, he just sent someone to send some things over, and casually named a picking girl, but he didn't even take a look at her.

I only feel sorry for Fuyu's mother, who gave birth to Fuyu alone in the Huanyi Bureau. Because of Concubine Xiao's deliberate arrangement, there is not even a waiter around her. Fu Yu was born not long ago.But not long after, I don't know whether it was because of postpartum weakness or because Cheng Zhong thought that someone had tampered with. Fu Yu's mother died of illness. Cheng Zhong missed the old love and offered to take care of Fu Yu. The care is more than ten years.

As for Fuyu's father, who is devoted to immortality, under someone's deliberate concealment, he may have forgotten that he still has such a son, living in a certain corner of this indifferent imperial city.He had never come to see Fuyu, and he didn't even give this son a name. It was Fuyu's mother, who could not read a single word, who took off the jade pendant given by Emperor Yuankang after the Spring Festival that day for his thin son. The name Fu Yu was given.

That jade pendant was probably the only thing Emperor Yuan Kang gave to their mother and son.

Fu Yu looked back at the memorial tablet on the incense table, raised her hand and touched her neck, the jade pendant is hanging here now, before his mother passed away, she hung it on Fu Yu's neck when she was still a baby, and she has been wearing it all the time. to today.

"Your Highness?" Cheng Zhong woke up Fu Yu from his thoughts, and he handed the chopsticks to Fu Yu's hand again, "Let's eat."

Fu Yu took the chopsticks, nodded, stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth, and asked vaguely: "By the way, Uncle Zhong, when is the new emperor's coronation ceremony?"

While serving Fuyu some food, Cheng Zhong thought about it and replied, "It seems to be ten days later, the eighth day of the lunar new year, right?"

Fu Yu tapped the table a few times with his fingertips, then smiled brightly, and stuffed the dish Cheng Zhong had brought into his mouth: "Uncle Zhong's stewed tofu today is really delicious."

Cheng Zhong held up his chopsticks, fixed his eyes on Fu Yu's face, and asked hesitantly, "Your Highness, what are you planning? The new emperor will ascend the throne soon, so don't cause trouble at this time, or you will anger the new emperor and his wife." Empress Dowager, I'm afraid..."

Fu Yu reached out and patted Cheng Zhong's hand holding the chopsticks, and comforted him: "Uncle Zhong, what trouble can I cause? I can't hide from them. Are you afraid that I won't be able to get close to them?"

Cheng Zhong's brows were still furrowed, and his eyes were still locked on Fu Yu's face. After a long time, he shook his head gently: "Your Highness, I brought you up by myself. You can't hide your ideas from me at all." At this point, he lowered his eyes, "I know you have always wanted to leave the palace, and I know that you secretly saved some silver taels, but the risk is too great. When the late emperor was alive, even...even if you don't miss you , but with him around, those people are more or less scrupulous. Now that the former emperor has died, the new emperor has succeeded, and Concubine Xiao has become the empress dowager, she is even more unscrupulous. If your intentions are discovered by them, wouldn't it be a direct reason for them to attack you? "

Fu Yu raised his eyes to look at Cheng Zhong, there was still a little smile in his eyes, Cheng Zhong met his clear eyes, and didn't know what to say for a moment.He was obviously only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, but he had endured too much suffering that he shouldn't have encountered at his age and identity.

Fu Yu rolled his eyes and said, "It is precisely because the late emperor passed away that the new emperor and the queen mother couldn't tolerate me, so I have to take you out of here quickly. While they are busy with the funeral of the late emperor and the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor, Only when we have no time to distract ourselves will we have a chance, if not, when all the dust settles and they come to their senses and remember my existence, we will really die without a place to die."

Cheng Zhong put down his chopsticks slowly, sighed lowly, and looked up at Fu Yu: "This old slave is getting old, so I can't stay with His Highness all the time. But Your Highness is still young after all, so just do whatever you want." He Raising his hand, he took out a small kit from his bosom and handed it to Fuyu, "There is a servant in charge of purchasing in the imperial dining room who has some friendship with the old slave. His Highness took this to him, and he might be able to help you."

Fu Yu raised his hand to collect the kit, and put it in his arms after a glance. He smiled at Cheng Zhong: "Uncle Zhong, I know what you are afraid of, but since I have made plans, I will always think about it." A perfect countermeasure. There is still time, I will just make a plan. As for now, let's continue to eat."

Cheng Zhong raised his head and only saw Fu Yu's hair twirling as he buried his head in his meal. He slowly withdrew his gaze and let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart.