Your Majesty, he has a backache and brain fever

For more than half a month, Xia Xuhuai met Xia Moshi several times, but they were just meeting each other. I can't say why, but Xia Xuhuai just felt that the Seventh Prince seemed to be a different person. , I will no longer be too idle to find fault with myself, and I will not say a word or two to him.

Even, several times, when Xia Xuhuai saw Xia Mo from a long distance, he raised his head and glanced at Xia Xuhuai as if feeling something, and then avoided it as if nothing had happened. The situation is nothing more than a nod of greeting when they pass by. At most, they can be regarded as greetings if they are politely called Dingguo Marquis or Dingguo Major General.

The pair of peach blossom eyes that were always filled with a warm smile in the impression are now completely indifferent. He slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at them, but there was no slight ups and downs in his eyes. There was a clear and identifiable alienation and indifference in his cold voice. Xia Xuhuai suddenly realized that this young man's voice could be so cold.

On this day, after the imperial court, the officials left the meeting hall in twos and threes, and when they were a little further away, Xia Xuhuai heard someone whispering behind him: "Since the incident in April, the seventh prince seems to be Something is not right, even the emperor asked about that person less often, and the Liufeng Palace became more and more deserted."

Logically, Xia Xuhuai is not interested in listening to this kind of discussion about other people's merits behind their backs, let alone participating in it, but today, for some reason, they seem to be discussing something about Xia Mo. He actually slowed down his pace, pricked up his ears calmly, and always paid attention to the movement behind him.

Only another voice approached: "Speaking of which, I have hardly seen this person in the past two months, why are you running out of the palace so early in the morning?"

Xia Xuhuai moved his neck, and with the corner of his eyes, he glanced in the direction of Liufeng Palace. He really found Xia Moshi's figure, and that figure was indeed approaching the palace gate.

Xia Xuhuai turned his neck around a little, and really heard a few faint clicks, then continued to look ahead, took out his good ears, and listened to the corners of the people behind him as he walked, listening , and stopped, as if waiting for someone, leaning against the white stone sculpture on the other side of the road, listening to the sound from the left rear getting closer and clearer.

The distance was getting closer, but he heard a more vain voice, sighed faintly, and then said: "Now, the seventh prince's studies have fallen by a large margin, but he hasn't forgotten to go out to eat, drink and have fun. No wonder the emperor recently I don't like to mention the youngest prince anymore."

This sigh is full of hatred for iron but not steel, but it is impossible to tell how much truth there is in that sentence of shaking his head.

At this time, another young man with slanted eyes walked over and jokingly said: "I heard that since he fell into the water, sometimes it doesn't work well here." He pointed to the temple, obviously scolding Xia Moshi's brain is sick.

Hearing this slightly greasy voice, Xia Xuhuai didn't need to deliberately turn his head to know that the person who was speaking was the uncle's cousin of the fourth prince's direct relative, and now relying on the relationship between the queen and the uncle of the country, he had become an idle fat man in the court. Poor, it's not an exaggeration to say that a corpse is a vegetarian meal.

The chatterers saw that the fourth prince's cousins ​​had come, and thought that the one who offended the seventh prince was the one who offended the fourth prince by what they said just now. The wind made the rudder continue to release his unkindness towards Xia Moshi.

"Hahaha, that's right. After all, the Seventh Prince's biological mother passed away early, and he didn't leave him with any strong mother clan to support him, and he doesn't make progress. How can he compare to the honorable Fourth Prince?"

Hearing this sentence, the young man found it very pleasing to the ear, coupled with preconceived malice and various ideas in subjective speculation, the young man persuasively said: "My lords, please be careful with your words.".

It is said to make people cautious, but the young man himself does not hide the joy in his heart at this moment. If that smiling expression is attached to another face, it will definitely make people feel like spring blossoms. But when it was shown on his face, it only made people read his encouraging connivance, conniving everyone to continue to express their opinions on the Seventh Prince.

"Didn't there be rumors in Beijing before that Marquis Dingguo was hit with evil spirits? In my opinion, the Seventh Prince is the one who is plagued by bad luck."

The person who first caused the conversation heard that the fire was going to be set on Ding Guohou, especially when Xia Xuhuai himself was standing just across a white stone slab from them, the person hissed softly One voice: "Let's stop talking nonsense about Marquis Dingguo."

The young man with a slight eye looked at him dismissively, and said with a sly voice: "You are afraid of him, but I am not afraid of him, he is just a evil star who suppresses his father and mother and kills his parents."

People who are despised by young people for being timid are really not very courageous. It is okay to occasionally talk about others' shortcomings behind their backs, but if you want to be confrontational with others, it is really embarrassing for him. Tone, shaking a folding fan and yelling loudly at Xia Xuhuai, this time, the half-deaf should have heard it, not to mention Xia Xuhuai has clear ears and eyesight.

Sure enough, as soon as the words were finished, the folding fan was halfway shaken, Xia Xuhuai put away his attitude of leisurely looking at the scenery, and walked towards this side.

He only briefly glanced at the few people who were talking about it just now, without deliberately making things difficult for anyone, and said coldly to the uncle of the country: "Since you know that my fate is evil and my fate is hard, shouldn't I stay away? I'm not afraid of being killed." Is the evil spirit on my body hurt?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't give a single look, turned up his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and the old god walked towards the gate of the palace on the ground.

The young master, who had been humiliated in public, snorted coldly at Xia Xuhuai's back: "To give you the false name of Marquis of the Dingguo, you really think that you are a relative of the royal family, and you are too serious about yourself." Something happened."

Seeing that Marquis Dingguo had gone far away, and people around him began to praise the faction of the Fourth Prince, among the good words, there were also a few words of disrespect to the Seventh Prince or various accusations, his livid face finally looked better a little.

Then, the young man, who thought he had recovered half of the scene, chatted and laughed with this wave of mobs and walked outside the palace.

Only Yao Minghe stayed away from this group of people calmly and chased after Xia Xuhuai. Of course, if he said he was chasing, he just walked quickly.Everyone was acquainted with Yao Ming He accidentally, so they didn't care about his actions.

Along the way, Xia Xuhuai thought of Xia Moshi's back that he had seen from afar again just now, revealing a trace of cold loneliness under the scorching summer sun.

Listening to people behind him constantly taunting Xia Mo in a bad tone, talking about all kinds of things that the seventh prince has done since he fell into the water, Xia Xuhuai felt sorry for the embarrassment of the seventh prince in his heart, and at the same time unconsciously On the ground, there is a strange feeling in my heart.

He couldn't tell the specific reason, but he just felt that Xia Moshi shouldn't be like this, nor would he be such a useless person as they said.Although he didn't have much contact with him, he just had this cognition, and he didn't know where it came from.

Thinking of this, he stopped on the side of the street unknowingly. At this time, Yao Minghe also came to the front and greeted Xia Xuhuai, but he seemed to have never heard of it. He was still frowning, thinking something What.

When Yao Ming saw that he was silent, he performed a standard meeting ceremony again, neither contemptuous nor flattering, and said: "Master Hou."

Xia Xuhuai came back to his senses, saw that Yao Minghe was about to straighten his back, so he gave him a hand, recalled what he had just heard, and said in a flat tone: "Master Yao, there is no need to be polite, I am just carrying an idle burden on my body." It's just a title."

"Why should Lord Hou take those little people's words to heart? According to the officials, they are living too well, so they can't stop."

Yao Ming could hear unspeakable anger in his words, and it seemed that he was not complaining about Xia Xuhuai's abuse.Following his line of sight, it was a small herbal tea booth on the side of the street. The stall owner was rushing back and forth to greet the guests who came and went for tea and rest, but he couldn't even drink his saliva.

Thinking of Yao Minghe's background, Xia Xuhuai immediately understood that this person was probably worried about the country and the people again, worried about the people's livelihood in the world, and felt heartbroken because of the stinky roads of rich people's wine and meat.

"You're right. Those people really don't need to care about them, and they don't deserve my distraction." Xia Xuhuai said with a smile, "I found you. It seems that you are living quite transparently, why did you get sulking behind your back when it happened to you?"

Yao Minghe complained: "It's nothing, it's just that I can't get over my heart, and I just expressed my feelings for a while. The impoliteness made Hou Ye laugh at it. Please forgive me."

Yao Minghe probably met Xia Xuhuai, the person who restrained his words and deeds the most besides himself, he thought, if Xia Moshi was here, he would definitely say something boring and old-fashioned.

Originally, Xia Xuhuai planned to bring Yao Minghe back to his clean and simple Dingguo Hou Mansion, and to go in and sit down a little bit, which is a serious courtesy of hospitality, but at this time, because he thought of Xia Xuhuai again inadvertently, The name Mo Shi, and that lonely figure just now lingered in his mind, which made him lose interest, so he just ordered two bowls of herbal tea at the corner of the street, sat down and drank it and it was over.

After taking a sip of tea and dipping his lips, Yao Minghe wanted to get up and say goodbye. Xia Xuhuai also paid for the tea, picked up his robe and left together.

Halfway through the walk, when he was approaching Dingguohou's mansion, Yao Minghe stood still at the stone lion, turned around, and said eagerly: "You just said that you know that there are many injustices in my heart, and my heart is full of blood. You have the talent to govern the world, but it is difficult to use it, but you, why not?"

Yao Minghe paused for a moment, bowed, and continued: "Master Hou thinks, how long will such a big Qi be stable? The speed at which people build the Qing and Ming Dynasty government is faster or slower, and if things go on like this, where will my foundation of Daqi be rooted?"

Xia Xuhuai's figure was slightly stagnant, and he looked at Yao Minghe steadily, not letting go of the slightest expression change on his face, but Yao Minghe just bowed again, with thoughtful and thoughtful etiquette.

Xia Xuhuai raised his eyebrows and dragged him in.