Fragrance in the wind

Early the next morning, when Zizhou stepped out of the cold palace, he saw Su Mo falling asleep squatting beside the palace gate, so he went over to wake him up.

"Your Highness!" Su Mo's legs were numb from squatting for too long, so he could only stand by the wall.

"Did you sleep here last night?" Zizhou asked.

"The slave is worried about His Highness and dare not disturb him, so he has been staying here."

Zizhou was silent for a long time, and finally said: "You go back first, you are allowed to rest for a day off!"

After finishing speaking, he went back to Qingluan Palace alone, the bedroom had been restored to its original state, sitting on the newly made empty bed, staring at the clean mattress in a daze.

Chunyu Feng is cold, but every time he looks at him with fiery eyes, the words that stick to his ears are warm, and the steady heartbeat in his broad chest is reassuringly warm, he remembers it, even if I ordered myself to ignore it as much as possible, but inadvertently merged into the bone marrow and turned into an inextricable dependence.

There were 20 years between them, 20 years of days and nights, everything had already been settled before he was born, and he didn't even have a chance to choose.

Inadvertently, seeing that his wrist was empty, he suddenly remembered where the rosary went.

Zizhou thought for a while, raised his head and called out: "Su Le!"

Hearing the sound, Su Le came out of nowhere, and leaned forward nervously, "Your Highness! What do you want to tell the servant?"

"Did you see my rosary!"

Su Le thought for a while, and recalled: "When packing His Highness's clothes yesterday, I seemed to see a string of rosary beads. Is it the one that smells very fragrant?"

Zizhou nodded.

"The servant left it for you!" He walked to the makeup mirror and opened one of the textured glass boxes, but it was empty.

"Uh...how could it be gone?" Su Le stared at her small eyes, scratched her head and said anxiously: "The servant obviously put it inside."

Zizhou took the empty box and looked at it, and said for a long time: "If it's gone, it's gone, it's not a rare thing." Before he died, he left a thought for Chunyufeng, so that every time he sees this thing, he will be gone. I can think of him, since I didn't die, then that thing is useless.

Seeing that Su Le was still scratching his head anxiously, Zizhou ignored him, turned around and walked to the desk, and wrote down: "Angelica, Astragalus, Lycium barbarum, and Ejiao are two cents each."

"Su Le!" Zizhou twisted up the paper, "Bring me these things."

Su Le hurriedly stepped forward to take the prescription from Zizhou's hand, glanced at it in doubt and asked, "This is your Highness?"

Zizhou put down the brush in his hand, his gaze changed subtly, and he replied, "Make soup!"

Three hours later, Zizhou walked slowly to Zhaoyang Hall, carrying a wooden food box containing the soup that had been cooked carefully under the guidance of the chef in the imperial dining room.

Seeing Fu Zhi who was waiting at the door with a look of relief on his lifeless face when he saw his figure, Zizhou asked casually, "Is there anyone else inside?"

Fu Zhi nodded and said: "The queen mother is leaving, it is just a coincidence that the one who is coming down is just in time, let's go in quickly." Even the announcement was omitted, Zizhou hesitated, and was pushed into the Zhaoyang Hall by Fu Zhiban.

Chunyu's country is still dark, so (the main hall of Xianyang Palace) Zhaoyang Hall basically has no other colors. As soon as he enters the bedroom, he sees that Chunyufeng half nestled on the bed and the book in his hand covers his face.

Fu Zhi took out a soup cup from the self-serving box and placed it on the table, then retreated silently.

"I will see my father." Zizhou's heart was not up or down. After all, he stabbed Chunyufeng last night, and now he couldn't see Chunyufeng's face, and couldn't guess his happiness or anger, so his voice was a little nervous. .

After half a moment, seeing that the person on the bed was just looking at the book in his hand quietly without responding, Zizhou's heart felt like a drum beating for a moment, and when he was about to bow his hands and salute again, Chunyufeng's tepid voice sounded: "Take the book!" Come."

Zizhou was slightly startled, and after responding, Wan Er smiled, turned around and scooped the medicinal soup from the soup cup into a small celadon bowl, carefully carried the steaming celadon bowl to Chunyu Feng, and knelt down on the edge of the slump on the mat.

At this moment Chunyufeng had put down the book in his hand, his thoughtful eyes were fixed on one place all the time.

Looking at Chunyufeng's pale and haggard face, which he hadn't seen all night, his eye sockets were deeply sunken. He felt a little guilty, but he always kept a faint smile on his face, and flattered Chunyufeng, "This is Erchen Hua. After three hours of cooking, it has the effect of nourishing blood and stopping bleeding.”

Chunyu Feng didn't move, his calm eyes fixed on Zizhou's fingers, and he felt a sense of punishment for a moment, he deliberately didn't pick it up, he deliberately wanted the bowl full of hot soup to burn Zizhou for a while, maybe his heart will be more comfortable.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zizhou thought it was too hot, so he nodded while stirring the soup.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chunyufeng only saw those delicate lips, and said coldly, "Don't you like entering the imperial dining room?"

Zizhou paused, thought for a moment, and said: "In order to make up for the mistakes I made, even if I live in the imperial dining room, I will never complain." After saying this, he raised his head and smiled at Chunyufeng.

Chunyufeng was slightly surprised, then nodded understandingly.

"Okay!" Zizhou handed the medicinal soup that had been blown at about the same temperature to Chunyufeng, blinked his poor phoenix eyes, pouted his lips and said in a low voice: "Don't disappoint my filial piety."

Chunyufeng admired the rare and well-behaved Zizhou for a while, and his eyes fell on the medicinal soup handed to him. There were spots of red floating on the surface of the thick brown soup. He raised his hand and took it silently.

The smile on Zizhou's lips became even more charming. Seeing Chunyufeng took a spoonful and sniffed it tentatively, his eyebrows frowned suddenly, and his heart twitched nervously. After Chunyufeng took a sip, Zi Zhou hurriedly poked his neck to get closer to Chun Yufeng, his watery eyes were full of anticipation: "How is it?"

Chunyu Feng paused, then nodded silently.

Seeing Chunyufeng's lukewarm attitude, Zizhou withdrew his neck angrily, curled his lips in discouragement, what he disliked most was this kind of Chunyufeng, he could handle it no matter if it was brutal or gentle.But once he is like this, people can't guess, see through, touch, and I will try my best to please him like a pug.

Zizhou was so annoyed that he didn't know what to do next, his mind suddenly lit up, and he leaned into Chunyufeng's ear again, holding back a smile and said in a low voice: "Drink more, it can also strengthen your yang!"

Chunyufeng almost choked on his sudden words, quickly swallowed the soup in his mouth, turned his head and looked at Zizhou meaningfully for half a day.

Zi Zhou felt uncomfortable being watched by Chun Yufeng, shaking his eyes, shyly and coquettishly said: "Don't look, drink the soup!"

Who knew that Chunyufeng's eyes flashed, and he said movedly: "Can it really strengthen Yang?"

When Zizhou lowered his head in embarrassment, his cheeks were blushed, and he complained, "Wind!"

Then Chunyufeng lowered his eyes, looked at Tang and asked earnestly, "Does Zhou'er really think it's necessary for me to strengthen my yang?"

With a sound of "Puchi", Zizhou leaned on the side of the collapse and laughed hesitantly for a while, glanced at Chunyu Feng's sinking face, coughed and said: "If the wind is strong again, it will be me who suffers, how could I be so stupid?" What's up!"

"Nizi!" Chunyufeng glanced at him, cursed in a low voice, raised his hand and drank the remaining soup in one gulp.

Zizhou took the empty bowl with a smile, and when he was about to get up, a sudden force came from behind, and he sat back on the edge, exhaling warm breath on the side of his ear, Zizhou tilted his head subconsciously, and his lips casually Gently brushing Chunyufeng's lips, the two looked at each other, Zizhou suppressed his breath, and reminded: "You are still hurt!"

Chunyufeng took away the empty bowl in Zizhou's hand, and held Zizhou's fingertips. He remembered that his fingertips were burned bright red just now. Under Zizhou's gaze, Chunyufeng took his fingertips into his mouth. Li Yun sucked, and the wetness from his fingertips made Zizhou limp in Chunyufeng's arms all of a sudden, but he was concerned about Chunyufeng's wound, so he supported the bed with his other hand, not letting himself completely soften to him. In the arms, it took a long time to pant and say: "Don't do this, Zhou'er can't stand it!"

"Don't go to that kind of place again in the future." Chunyu Feng said with his fingertips in his mouth.

Zizhou thought he was talking about the imperial dining room, and said, "It's okay, Zhouer..."

"I mean the place you went to last night." Chunyufeng interrupted.

Zizhou was slightly startled, bowed his head and said nothing, he went to the cold palace where he lived before last night.

"Zhen will teach people to tear it down and build a peony garden. From now on, if you want to sleep, you can sleep under the peony flowers." Chunyu Feng's tongue had already licked all five of Zizhou's fingers.

Seeing him getting more and more unruly, Zizhou wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held even tighter by Chunyufeng, his eyes fixed on Zhou'er suddenly became soft, and he couldn't help guessing this person's hot and cold attitude Zhong You is more and more at a loss as to whether he is true or false to himself.

While the two were fighting, Fu Zhi's voice suddenly sounded outside.

"Teacher, Your Majesty is resting, it's inconvenient to see guests."

"Bastard, am I a guest?" Taifu Huan showed his wrinkled old face, pushed the door open and entered, and came in submissively.

Zizhou hurriedly got up, picked up the empty bowl on the ground, and put his head down on the table.

When Taifu Huan saw that figure from behind, his eyes brightened immediately, he glanced at Chunyufeng who was lying on the ground, brushed his beard and pretended to be serious, and said, "Hey...Xiao Zi is here too! I said that old eunuch won't let this old slave in. Woolen cloth!"

Zizhou shook his head helplessly, turned around and called out: "Master!"

When Master Huan heard this, he immediately waved with a smile on his face: "Come here! Come here! Let the master take a good look at Xiao Zi."

Zizhou walked up to the master obediently, Taifu Huan stretched out his hand and pinched Zizhou's face: "I'm not here for a few days, Xiao Zi was almost poisoned to death by your father, how can I go out to do errands next time? You lost weight, is it because your windy (crazy) father bullied you again?"

I'm afraid that there is only one person in the world who dares to be so unscrupulous in front of Chunyufeng, and that is the Empress Dowager's younger brother, Chunyufeng's uncle, Fu Huan Xinghong, the prince of the East Palace who has always been unrestrained and unconventional.

Zi Zhou quietly glanced at Chun Yufeng, whose face was sinking like water, from the corner of his eye: "The poison has been cured, and Xiao Zi is fine." Touching his numbed face, he smiled wryly and said, "It was just yesterday Returning to the palace, I have not had time to greet the master in the future."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as Xiao Zi has an old man in her heart, that kind of kung fu is for outsiders to see." As she said, she deliberately glanced at Chun Yufeng.

The aura near Chunyu Feng became colder.

Zizhou smiled and asked: "Master is here in a hurry, what's the matter?"

Taifu Huan slapped his forehead when he heard this, and suddenly said: "Look at this old man's memory." He raised his hand and pinched Zizhou's nose, and said very fondly: "It's still my little Zi who is smart, and knows that the master must come here. thing."

Seeing Zhou'er's delicate face being pinched like a steamed stuffed bun, Chunyu Feng stroked his lips and coughed displeasedly: "Zhou'er, come here! Stay away from that madman!"

Mrs. Huan squinted the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and said with a look of disapproval: "How about a crazy person? As long as Xiaozi likes the old man to be a crazy person for a while, so what?" He closed his words, winked at Zizhou again, and said, "Xiaozi Do you like Violet?"

Zizhou nodded with a smile, he had long been used to this master's temper, not to mention Chunyufeng.

Taifu Huan laughed a few times triumphantly, seeing Chunyu Fengqi's face turn green, he walked slowly to the front of the collapse: "It's really sick!"

Chunyufeng also ignored him, picked up the book with the collapsed edge and flipped through it.

Mrs. Huan smacked her lips and said: "Forget it! For the sake of His Majesty's real illness, I don't care what His Majesty said that the older I get, the more useless I am." I must prove it to His Majesty, even though I am getting old, this old man is the most beautiful man in Chunyu Kingdom, with undiminished splendor, who fascinates a lot of young women in Huaixi City."

It is conceivable that an old man with wrinkled face, white beard and chin insists that he is a beautiful man in Yushu Linfeng, and the uncontrollable laughter comes from Zizhou's throat, almost holding back internal injuries.

Taifu Huan brushed his beard and continued, "Your Majesty, be careful."

Chunyufeng understood what he meant, restrained his ridicule, raised his eyes to look at it, and said, "How dare you!"

Grand Tutor Huan did not show weakness, and stared back: "Will you dare, let's see later?"

When the two were "arguing", Zizhou's small face suddenly appeared in front of Mrs. Huan, blinking and said: "Master, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Taifu Huan twitched the corners of his mouth, blinked a few times, and said with a smile, "I was bitten by a mosquito!"

Zi Zhou nodded half understanding.

Taifu Huan raised his hand and touched his apprentice's head, and said dotingly: "Master, I'm going back first! I'll go to the master's place to have a look in the future, the master misses you very much."

Zizhou has long been accustomed to the master's temper, nodded in response: "Master, go slowly!"

Taifu Huan reluctantly looked away from Zizhou's face, brushed off his sleeves, saluted and said goodbye, and left calmly.

Zizhou saw Taifu Huan's back as he staggered, and he always felt that such a vigorous body should be possessed by a man in his thirties, and perhaps it was as the master himself said that he was still young despite his age.To him, Taifu Huan is like a reborn parent. Although he is the prince's master, he also teaches him everything...

"Have you seen enough?" Chunyufeng interrupted Zizhou's meditation in displeasure.

Zizhou turned around and looked at Chunyufeng inexplicably for a while, then smiled and said, "I'm jealous!"

"Stay away from that crazy man, he actually wants to take advantage of you."

Zizhou leaned on the edge of the collapse, looking up at Chunyufeng with his chin in his eyes: "The Tai Tuo likes his sons, how can you say that?"

"Like it?" Chunyu Feng asked in a deep voice.

"En!" Zizhou thought for a moment, and said, "Like a master teaching his apprentices, like an elder caring for the younger."

Chunyufeng finally smiled with satisfaction.

Zizhou glared at Chunyufeng, and muttered to himself: "The Taifu is over half a hundred years old, why is everyone jealous?"