Qinse is in the imperial court, forgetting both favor and disgrace

From September to September, the summer heat gradually subsides, the autumn wind becomes more and more bleak, the grass and trees fall yellow, and the maple leaves are dyed red.

Seeing that a year is coming to an end again, the white horse is passing by, but the green hills are always there, the flowing water is ruthless, and the joys and sorrows of the world are indifferent, the success or failure of rise and fall.

The ancient well in the deep palace is quiet, and there is much leisure and silence. Even in the days when the peach blossoms and willows are green and the spring is full of gardens, people who are locked in cages and spend their time in vain often harbor sorrow and resentment. The king has his own life contract. Door?

It's not like being wild cranes and wild grass, being struck by thunder and burning, and falling freely.

Walking under the clear sky, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and there are lively and childish children jumping around, as if the waves are calm and the wind and clouds are not calm, it should be refreshing and happy in the world, but in Zhao Rang's heart, he can't erase the sorrowful clouds, in this breeze In the coolness, I even believed in the poem "every autumn is lonely since ancient times".

Since his return from Tai'an Palace that day, the emperor has disappeared without a trace for several days.

Not only that, even Li Ming and others did not show up again, Zhao Rang was trapped in Chengxian Palace, looking around, there were invisible solid walls, Changle and Xiaogao were far away, there was no one in the palace to trust, His ears and eyes were congested, and he was still unable to break out of the siege after thinking hard.

When Li Lang left, he had promised to give Zhao Rang a special gift, and Zhao Rang guessed that it might be his youngest daughter——

The current situation is chaotic, and the emperor sent the child to him out of good intentions. However, he is now under the control of others and imprisoned. If there is more concern, he will be more constrained.

He lowered his head and muttered, with a bit of bitterness in his mouth, his three flesh and blood are really inhuman, and no one knows who can escape this dangerous doom.

"Uncle Zhao?" Zhao Rang's meditation was interrupted by a childish call, and he came back to his senses, seeing the prince looking at him suspiciously with bright eyes.

Zhao Rang couldn't help smiling at the prince, and asked softly, "Is your highness tired?"

I don't know if the Empress Dowager arranged it intentionally, in the past few days, the prince came to Chengxian Palace every day after class, and stayed there to play and play until after dinner, then Tai'an Palace sent someone to take the prince back.

At first, the prince respectfully called him "Imperial Concubine". Zhao Rang was not used to it, but he found it more and more harsh, and finally expressed his dissent unbearably.

In terms of etiquette, this title not only violates the dignity of monarchs and ministers, but also disregards seniority, it can only be a private favor of the big and the small.

The little prince was excited by this, and solemnly vowed to keep the secret with "Uncle Zhao".

Seeing this, Zhao Rang felt sorry for the prince who was about to lose his childish nature since he was a child, but also regretted that the country has not recovered, the country is in chaos, and the crown prince of a country is still young, which makes the fate even more difficult.

If the world is overthrown, they will all be subjugated, and the fate of the noble will become more and more unbearable——

Every time he thinks about this, Zhao Rang always feels panic in his heart. He doesn't know how much Li Lang has controlled, and whether he can survive the open and dark arrows safely.

For several long sleepless nights, he often caressed the jade pendant that Li Lang gave him, and his heart was burning with anger.

It's a pity that the shadow of the jade flute engraved with the word "卍" was like maggots attached to the bone, making it difficult for him to hear the sound of the flute.

The only thing that is gratifying is that since the prince moved into Tai'an Palace and was taken care of by the queen mother himself, the abnormality detected by Zhao Rang when he felt his pulse a while ago has recovered. A frail posture.

Today, several of the prince’s masters are busy with official duties and cannot be separated. According to the report of the prince’s personal servant, all the officials are busy preparing for Chongyang Shengjia to leave the palace, because the emperor decided to go to Dachong’en Temple in addition to climbing this mountain. Xiang, and personally went to Lianhu to review the navy, so there were so many things to prepare inside and outside the palace, the prince's schoolwork naturally took a backseat.

The prince was of course elated when he heard the news, and he came to Chengxian Palace early in the morning. He knew that in the entire inner palace, only Zhao Rang could let him play a little bit of a temper, let him stumble and roll, even Demonstrate in person how to climb a tree, cut bamboo into a pole, and fish by the lake. These are all joys that the old queen mother and the maids who constrain him tremblingly cannot give.

But this day seemed to be different from usual. Zhao Rang greeted him with a smile, but the prince keenly felt that his "uncle" was always absent-minded.

There is no playmate of the same age in the deep palace. The prince is good at the hands of the servants, and he has also learned the ability to observe words and emotions at a young age. He saw that Zhao Rang was preoccupied, but he didn't realize that he was bored. Hearing Zhao Rang's question, he nodded and said: "Well, I'm tired. Yes. May I have a hug?"

Zhao Rang couldn't help laughing, seeing the little prince looked at him with eyes that were very similar to Li Lang, and he was full of begging, but he couldn't bear to obey him, reached out to pick up the prince, and walked back.

After lunch, the prince took a nap in the bedroom and was about to say goodbye. Zhao Rang was quite surprised. The little prince was usually persuaded and coaxed in every possible way, so Fang was willing to go back to Tai'an Palace reluctantly. Has this child lost his composure so far?

He felt guilty, as if he had broken his promise to the little prince, so he kept a few words, but the prince comforted him in turn: "Uncle Zhao, if you are unwell, you should rest more, don't be like my mother, who is ill all day long. , and can’t see me and accompany me.”

Zhao Rang's heart shook when he heard this, and he couldn't help hugging the prince again.

When the prince left, he couldn't help laughing at himself, was he so reduced that even a four-year-old baby could see through his mind?

Zhao Rang didn't know that the prince's Huairen and early wisdom were really extraordinary.

After leaving Chengxian Palace, he didn't go directly to Tai'an Palace, but asked the close little Huangmen how he could see his father.

Xiao Huangmen was stunned, and asked the reason, the prince immediately pouted impatiently: "You said that the father valued Uncle Zhao the most, but if he didn't come to see him for several days, Uncle Zhao was unhappy, it must be the reason for the father. Well."

Seeing that Xiao Huangmen was still confused, the prince sighed old-fashionedly, "I want to ask my father not to make Uncle Zhao sad. When Uncle Zhao is sad, I don't even bother."

"His Royal Highness," Xiao Huangmen said in embarrassment, "the sage takes care of everything every day, I'm afraid...it's not easy to handle..."

The prince rolled his eyes, raised his head and smiled at the little yellow gate: "Isn't the chief servant next to the emperor your adoptive father? If you beg him to go, he will always find a solution."

Little Huangmen was about to say something, but the prince put his hands on his hips and said, "If you don't go, I will sue the Queen Mother, saying that you stole food for Buddha—"

"Hey, hey!" Xiao Huangmen, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, panicked immediately, covered the little prince's mouth with his hands, and hurriedly agreed, "Go, I will go with my servant. That's not as good as this, His Royal Highness, go together with your servant, If it doesn't make sense, His Highness will cry, and the foster father will definitely not be able to bear it."

The prince thought for a while and said to himself: "But Uncle Zhao said that boys should not cry casually, well, don't worry about it, this is to make him happy, then let's go!"

Little Huangmen had no choice but to serve the prince and get on the palace carriage.

It happened that the old servant was not on duty, and when he heard the news that the prince was coming to see him, he dared not neglect, so he hurriedly dressed up to greet him, after some explanations, he finally understood that the prince wanted to see his father.

As soon as he felt in a dilemma, the old servant encountered the little prince's "lightning and thunder" and "heavy rain". Xiao Huangmen hurriedly knelt and kowtowed beside him, wiping his tears with embellishment and begging: "Father, His Royal Highness is weak and You are so young and helpless, you can't bear the great grief and pain, foster father..."

The old chamberlain sighed, the current emperor has only one prince, even if the birth mother has a bad character, he will always be the queen of Eastern Chu, and there is no such thing as a wasteful prince inside or outside——

In addition, this little prince is really pitiful!

After walking back and forth twice, the old servant finally made up his mind to accommodate him.

At that time Li Lang was still reviewing the memorials in the Imperial Study Room, Wei Yixiao and Yan Wei, Minister of the Ministry of War, had scheduled an audience at the end of the day, he did not expect that while state affairs disturbed people, there would also be an unexpected visitor.

This little uninvited guest saluted him methodically and called him "Father Emperor", but Li Lang felt a little at a loss.

Since the birth of the prince, so far he has rarely faced Chizi directly, and in his private heart, he has indeed alienated him a lot because of Empress Xie.

So much so that when he saw him now, the emperor was a little stunned: Li Jie seemed to be a little taller, his face was a little different from the last time we met, but it was more and more similar to him - even his articulate words seemed to be much clearer.

"Father." The crown prince didn't dare to make trouble in front of Li Lang, and he never thought of using the trick of crying and screaming. However, children are born with admiration and admiration. Endless heartache and grievance poured out of his head, and with the sound of "Wow", tears and tears flowed down three thousand feet.

When the crown prince cried, there was complete silence in the imperial study.

Li Lang frowned, his face flushed, he wanted to reprimand, but he was afraid of causing a torrential flood, he thought to himself that without Yu's extraordinary power, he could not cure the flood.

When he wanted to comfort him, he had never spoken soft words to a child in his life, not to mention anything else, it would be difficult for him to bend his legs and talk to the little prince in a pleasant manner.

When he was at a loss, Li Lang turned his attention to the prince's personal attendant. Seeing that something was wrong, Xiao Huangmen had already knelt down on the ground, unable to get up.

The emperor asked: "What's going on? Someone dares to bully the prince?"

Although the tone was not harsh, the meaning of questioning was revealed. Xiao Huangmen was so shocked that he was sweating profusely. After kowtowing, he told with trepidation that the prince came forward to beg the emperor for mercy because of Concubine Zhao's depression.

After hearing this, Li Lang was speechless for a while, and motioned to Xiao Huangmen to help the prince up and go to him.

He embraced the crown prince, looked at the wrinkled little face, and said hesitantly: "The crown prince cares about Concubine Zhao so much?"

"He is willing to accompany me." The prince bowed his head sobbing.

This answer made Li Lang dumb again. The prince was afraid that his father would be indifferent, so he continued impatiently, "Also, he will also teach me and tell me stories... The masters in the study are very knowledgeable. I don’t understand much, only, only what he said, I can understand.”

He saw the corners of his father's mouth slightly raised, as if showing a smile, and chased after the victory, "Father, Uncle Zhao, um, concubine, I even asked the people from Chengxian Palace to rehearse a very interesting dance, saying that it was for my father Look at it. It's interesting, father, do you want to go and see it?"

After finishing speaking, the prince carefully tugged at the corner of Li Lang's clothes, and the pair of Danfeng eyes full of pleading.

The author has something to say:

I read a long martial arts article overnight, and I was a little bit embarrassed.

The author said that the dream is not just to write stories, but to build a world of his own. In this era when martial arts literature has declined to the point where it can no longer decline, he should take care of the heroic blood deep in his heart, a budding hero Dream.

I'm probably the same, I can only write for my dreams, to construct a different dimension for those people and things in my dreams, to experience twists and turns that ordinary people like me like ants will not experience, and to gain a share A life and death that only exists in ideals.

Although I should be beyond my control, I still try to describe that imaginary world, the fictional dynasty, bit by bit.

Yes, I want to understand. My ambition is not how popular this article can be, but whether I can develop a little ability to build and imagine the world, if I don’t have it now.Or lack, that's okay, I keep writing until it takes shape.

Now that you have chosen the deserted road, there is no point in being aggrieved by the hustle and bustle of feasting and feasting, and feel unwilling.

It's not that I don't envy other people's lofty buildings, it's just that I can't walk.

Thank you to everyone who is still reading the article, on behalf of myself and the cat at home, I sincerely thank you. Your clicks and comments make this road that should be lonely and alone full of warmth.