The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 6 Fallen

Xieyang Mountain, a mountain where once it is dark, you will definitely get lost, just like Yun Fengchao is now.

I just don't understand why I went back and forth here, the small wooden house on the mountainside, the owner of this house gave him a fierce order to evict him a few hours ago.

Thinking that he is a majestic Long Live Lord, but he is so degraded that it is difficult to find a place to live. If he speaks out, he will not lose the face of the royal family?

This is also the reason why he has never had to bite the bullet and go back.

He found a tree hole at random, and Yun Fengchao sat in the tree hole in a daze.

When he was young, the concubine mother loved him very much, no matter what wrongs he suffered, the concubine mother never told him in front of her.

When his concubine passed away, Chuntao took care of him all the time, no matter where he went, there would always be delicious meals and a soft bed ready for him.

Thinking about it now, the only thing that has changed is the bright moon in the sky.

The evening wind of the summer night blows slowly, blowing off the pink flowers that are blooming on the tree, and the silver moonlight falls on the small flowers that are still flying in the air, which makes people feel that it is the time of the twelfth lunar month to see snowflakes.

"Snow?"

Yun Fengchao stretched out his hand to catch the catkin-like petals, but held a warm hand.

He opened his eyes wide in surprise, and what was reflected in the black eyes was actually the last thing that should not appear here at this time...

"That's Luoying." Although her face was still slightly pale, it didn't affect her heart-pounding beauty.

Mu Fuyuan was still dressed in white, with a few petals falling on his shoulders, in Yun Fengchao's eyes, it seemed as if he wanted to merge with the scenery in front of him.

"You...how...here?" He wanted to ask many things, but when he could really say the words, he realized that it was not what he wanted to ask the most.

Unlike the healthy redness before, the paleness that looks very weak somehow made Yun Fengchao's heart tingle slightly.

"I was sitting on the tree just now." He has been on the tree since he didn't know how many times he walked around under the tree.

Mu Fuyuan sat next to Yun Fengchao, smiling at the petals floating down.

"This is a dead tree." The voice seemed to come from a very far away place, making Yun Fengchao unconsciously look at Mu Fuyuan next to him.

No matter how you look at this slut's face, it is very beautiful, but the elegance exuded by that gesture makes people understand that this is a kind of beauty that belongs to men.

That gentle smile, compared to the lotus-like beauty of the concubine mother, made people have an unconscious desire to focus on him.

"What's wrong with my face?" Mu Fuyuan touched his face with his hands, did he accidentally get dirty when he was on the tree?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! He was stunned looking at the color blank!

He is not interested in men!

Even though there are always a few maids around him who are always lingering and always wanting him to have sex with other men, but his heart is still very normal.

Although this color blank has some beauty, some knowledge, and a gentle and kind temper...how can I say it without end?

"What happened to the dead tree you you just mentioned?" How can the tree die, and if it dies, it will still bloom?

Thinking about it, Yun Fengchao couldn't help feeling a little cold.

"Dead tree?" Mu Fuyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and stretched out his hand gently to catch a small flower, and handed it to Yun Fengchao.

"It means that the tree is dead. From the time when the tree hole can accommodate one person, the branches of the tree can no longer absorb the water from the roots." After a pause, Mu Fuyuan seemed to be remembering something Continuing as if: "In the past, the flowers on this tree were blood-colored."

Bloody? Yun Fengchao looked up at the petals that were falling one after another. They were white and small, as plain white as snowflakes. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't imagine that these flowers were actually red in the past.

"Since it is dead, why is it still blooming?"

Mu Fuyuan gently blew on the petals in his palm, the light petals immediately floated up, and then fell on the soil, touching other petals layer by layer.

"Luohong is a ruthless thing, but it turns into spring mud——it protects flowers." After finishing speaking, Mu Fuyuan pulled Yun Fengchao from the side.

"Where are you going?"

"gone back."

Going back? Yun Fengchao was thinking about where Mu Fuyuan said going back.

"Is it the palace?"

Mu Fuyuan pointed to the small cabin with a faint orange light on the mountainside, and said earnestly: "Go home."

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From birth, in Yunfengchao's concept, the palace where he was raised was his home, or in other words, he never thought about what the definition of home was.

"Mr. Qian, what is home?" The little boy with wide-eyed eyes asked very seriously after pulling the clothes of Mr. Qian who was about to step out of the palace door.

The potential master squatted down, stroked the soft red hair of the little boy, and explained earnestly: "A country, a country, in a family, there are people of different temperaments, mutual understanding, mutual trust, mutual help, this is the family. .”

The little boy looked at Mr. Qian in puzzlement, blinking his eyes half understanding.

"Then will they have dinner together?"

Master Qian smiled and nodded, "Yes."

"Then why don't father, concubine and queen mother have dinner together?"

Master Qian's smile froze around his mouth, he looked at the boy with a flat mouth in front of him, and sighed a little.

"Prince, you will understand when you grow up."

For some reason, Yun Fengchao actually remembered what Mr. Qian said when he was young.

Will he understand when he grows up? But after ten years, he still doesn't understand.

"Look what, look again, be careful I will castrate you." Puyang Yaoyi slammed the tray in his hand on the table very hard, the loud noise scared Yun Fengchao who was still thinking and fell off the stool.

Seemingly proud of Yun Fengchao's reaction, Puyang Yaoyi let out a "hum" before stepping out of the room.

Suppressing a smile, he pulled up Yun Fengchao who was lying on the ground and couldn't move, Mu Fuyuan's face was very annoying in Yun Fengchao's eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" He yelled at Mu Fuyuan angrily, Yun Fengchao supported his waist and sat down on the stool beside him, refusing Mu Fuyuan's help.

"Huh? Am I smiling? I thought I was holding back."

Gritting your teeth and holding back, you have to hold back, Yun Fengchao calmly said to himself.

Being emperor for ten years is not in vain.

"If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have held back." Mu Fuyuan held his chin in frustration, and said very seriously.

Is it bearable or unbearable! If you bear it any longer, your lungs will explode!

He picked up the cup on the table and threw it at Mu Fuyuan vigorously!

Quickly taking the cup full of tea in his hand, Mu Fuyuan looked suspiciously at the man who looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with all its hair standing on end.

"My lord?"

It was another cup that answered Mu Fuyuan.

The cup flashed past swiftly, but chopsticks, bowls and saucers were thrown next, and the most exaggerated, even the stool was used.

"My lord, I really didn't laugh just now."

"I don't care if you laugh or not!"

"Don't throw it away, stop it, okay?"

"I will stop if I hit you!"

"But it will hurt..."

"Then stop talking nonsense!"

"Holy Majesty..."