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The young man in a long skirt and long hat jumped off the fence vigorously, and went to a small courtyard of the Northern Xinjiang Palace in a familiar way.

"Xiaoheng, Xiaoheng." The young man found the house, knocked lightly on the window and shouted.

Candles were lit in the room immediately, and a boy as fat as a steamed bun pushed the door out, and said unhappily, "Why are you shouting, my brother is resting!"

The boy glanced at Xiaopangdun out of the corner of his eye, sniffed and said, "I'm not looking for you, get out of the way!"

The child flushed with anger, pushed the young man away and said: "This is the territory of my Northern Xinjiang Palace, you, A Chai, get the hell out of here!"

"You!" The young man raised his fist and was about to make a move, but when he heard a cough from the door, he immediately restrained himself and stood obediently with his hands hanging by his sides.

"Brother, what are you doing out here?" Xiao Mantou immediately went to help his emaciated elder brother.

The elder brother leaned on the little steamed bun, and said to the young man, "Brother Ah Zhen, come in first."

Murong Zhen immediately stepped forward to support him, and the three went into the room and sat down.

"Xiao Heng, I heard that your father wants to take you to the imperial capital, but is it true?" Murong Zhen asked anxiously.

Si Yiheng nodded, "My illness is getting worse, my father plans to take me to the imperial capital for treatment."

"Why do you want to go to the imperial capital? We have the best shaman in Tuyuhun!" Murong Zhen said anxiously.

"Those shamans of yours can only dance to great gods, how can they compare with our court officials?!" Xiao Mantou retorted quickly.

"You—" Murong Zhen immediately stood up with his sleeves rolled up, "Si Yishou, let me tell you, no matter how talkative you are, Xiao Heng won't be able to save you!"

"Brother Ah Zhen!" Si Yiheng shouted in displeasure, and immediately coughed hastily.

Murong Zhen worried anxiously, "Okay, okay, I won't beat him anymore."

Si Yishou let his brother down, and threw his eyes at the boy one by one like knives.

After Si Yiheng recovered from his cough, he said: "The wind and sand in northern Xinjiang are too severe, and no matter how much I live here, I can't cure it. My father said to take me and Xiaoshou to the imperial capital, and we will come back after the disease is cured."

"Then you will come back?" Murong Zhen asked happily.

"I am the prince's son of Northern Xinjiang, so I will come back naturally." Si Yiheng had a pale smile on his thin face.

"Then you will come back as soon as you recover from your illness." Murong Zhen looked at Si Yiheng's eyes as if they were filled with the starlight of the night in northern Xinjiang.

Si Yiheng nodded solemnly, "Yes, I will definitely come back."

In the palace with carved railings and painted buildings, Fu Ziqin and Li Xifan carefully checked the decorations and supplies in the palace.

"Is it dangerous to put this jade porcelain bottle on the shelf?" Fu Ziqin asked Li Xifan who was beside him, "What if Yiheng and Yiang accidentally bump into it and drop it when they are playing?"

Although he wanted to say that he might not be able to play wildly due to his weak body, Li Xifan said calmly: "Then remove the shelf and put the jade porcelain bottle on the cabinet."

Fu Ziqin nodded again and again, and went to look at other objects.

"Father!" Si Yiang ran into the house disheveled like a little lunatic.

"What are you doing here?" Fu Ziqin tugged at his son's clothes in displeasure, "And why did you get all dirty again? If you don't go back to wash and change your clothes, you won't be afraid of being scolded by your father."

"Father is reluctant to scold me!" Si Yiang smiled mischievously and ran around the room.

"Be careful! This is where your two cousins ​​live!" Fu Ziqin shouted.

Only then did Si Yiang stop, looking at the grand hall, which is not as luxurious as the Tai Chi Hall, but very elegantly furnished, he always had some indescribable envy in his heart, "My two cousins? Why haven't I seen them before?"

"Your two cousins ​​have been living in Northern Xinjiang, so you certainly haven't seen them." Fu Ziqin glared at Si Yiang, "Go back soon, have you read the book today?"

Si Yiang pouted, and ran away in a flash.

Li Xifan looked at the empty door and said, "You don't have to be so strict with the prince."

"He is not the child I want to have," Fu Ziqin said in a deep voice, "Once he was born, his father took him to the Tai Chi Hall to raise him. I really can't call him a father-son relationship."

Li Xifan sighed slightly, and continued to arrange things with Fu Ziqin.

After slipping out the door, Si Yiang, who secretly hid under the window, opened his mouth and let out a breath toward the sky, then strode out the back door with a smile.

Cousin?

There are fun toys again.

The King of Northern Xinjiang and his party traveled more than a month before arriving at the imperial city. Si Yiheng's physique became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't even go to see him.

Si Yunxiu took the princess and the second son to the palace, and the emperor and Fu Ziqin met the three of them in the side hall of the Taiji Hall.

"Weichen and his wife Xin Shi and the second son, Yishou, pay homage to His Majesty." Si Yunxiu saluted the emperor.

Fu Ziqin couldn't bear the great gift from the King of Northern Xinjiang, so he stepped aside ahead of time and kept looking at the little fat man.Hearing that Si Yunxiu only said that he was the second son Yishou, his heart couldn't help but drop a little.

"Brother and Sister-in-Law, please." Si Lixiao said calmly, and glanced at the concubine and the prince unobtrusively.

Only when Si Yunxiu got up with his wife and children did Fu Ziqin dare to return to Si Lixiao's side.

"The king of Northern Xinjiang should have two sons, why did he only see one today?" Si Lixiao asked Fu Ziqin's anxious question.

"Reporting to the emperor, the eldest son is weak, and he has a high fever for several days and cannot visit. Please forgive me." The king of Beijiang clasped his fists.

Fu Ziqin only felt his heart peeling off piece by piece, he pinched his fingers and didn't dare to ask a word.

"The second son looks strong." Si Lixiao waved at Xiao Mantou, "Yi Shou come over and let the emperor have a look."

Si Yishou knew that the emperor could not offend him, so he obediently walked over to salute, "I have met the emperor."

"Hey, just call him Uncle Huang." Si Lixiao said with a smile.

When Si Yishou turned his head, he saw his mother shaking her head slightly at him.

The emperor pinched Si Yishou's soft flesh and said, "Yishou looks really cute."

The word pleasing can be commendable or derogatory, so Si Yishou takes it as a compliment this time.

"It's not like Yi Ang, it looks like a bamboo strip." Si Lixiao let go of the little mantou contentedly.

Si Yishou immediately returned to his parents, looking at the ground covered with gold bricks with some fear.

"My children are all skinny," Si Lixiao shook his head, but his face was full of smiles, "When I was young, I was a little fleshy, but when I grow up, I can't get fat."

In order to save the northern Xinjiang king and his wife from listening to the emperor's miscellaneous parenting scriptures, Fu Ziqin whispered in Si Lixiao's ear: "Brother Huang should be tired this time, let them go back and rest."

Si Lixiao nodded, "Brother and sister-in-law of the emperor, let's go back to rest first, I will send the best imperial doctor in the palace to treat the son."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The king of Beijiang saluted with his wife and children and went back.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the Prince of Northern Xinjiang is indeed seriously ill. Let me go and see?" After staying with Si Lixiao for nearly ten years, Fu Ziqin has been polished as smooth as jade.

Si Lixiao swiped at his concubine, "Success."

Si Yiheng lay dizzy on the bamboo couch, only feeling that his forehead was so hot that it was about to burst.At some point, a thin and small head stretched out and asked with a playful smile, "Are you my cousin?"

"Who... are you?" Si Yiheng tried hard to see the person clearly, but there was chaos in front of him.

"My name is Si Yiang, and I am the prince of this dynasty!" Si Yiang said while patting his chest.

"So it's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Si Yiheng lifted the quilt and wanted to get up, but fell heavily back on the couch.

"Wow, what's wrong with you?" Si Yiang didn't know why he was struggling to breathe, and looked at his face curiously.

"You..." Si Yiang stared at that face for a long time, and said, "You look a bit like me."

Si Yiheng couldn't hear what the prince said clearly, he just wanted to find a cooler place to lie down.

"Hey, let's play together! Let's catch the eunuch and let the eunuch catch the cat, you know? If you stick chess pieces on the soles of the cat's four feet, they won't be able to walk!" Si Yiang said for a long time without seeing his cousin In response, he pulled him a bit.

Si Yiheng was about to lie down on the cold ground when someone gave him a hand and he rolled down.

Si Yiang was excited to pull him up to play together, when he heard a roar from behind: "Si Yiang!"

Fu Ziqin looked angrily at the child who fell beside the prince, stepped forward to tear Si Yiang away and hugged Si Yiheng.

"Son, child?" Fu Ziqin carried Si Yiheng onto the couch, and asked anxiously behind him, "Where's the imperial doctor? Has the imperial doctor come?!"

Si Yishou hurried forward, calling anxiously for his brother.

"Your Majesty just called the imperial doctor over, and he should be on his way." Yufeng hurriedly replied.

"Cold water, fetch cold water!" Fu Ziqin yelled in panic.

The attendant immediately went to fetch water, Si Yiang looked at his father's anxious look, and stood aside in a daze.

"Your Majesty, I'll do it." Xin Xueyang hurriedly grabbed Fu Ziqin who was frightened.

Fu Ziqin slowly recovered his sanity as he looked at the familiar face even though he was wearing gold and wearing jade.

When the basin came up, Xin Xueyang immediately applied a cold compress to the child with a cloth towel dipped in water.Si Yishou also dipped his little hand in water, and patted the back of his brother's hand lightly.

Fu Ziqin looked at the child's face that was flushed like a fire, and the eye sockets almost overflowed with water.

"Si Yiang, come here!" Fu Ziqin pulled the prince and walked to another room.

Si Yiang knew that he had caused a catastrophe, so he dragged his father's hand and refused to go there.

Fu Ziqin pulled Si Yiang to stand in front of him, and asked with grinning eyes, "What were you doing just now?"

"Just now... I just wanted to play with my brother." Si Yiang lowered his head and whispered.

"Play?" Fu Ziqin roared loudly, "Didn't you see that my brother was seriously ill?! You actually dragged my brother to play?!"

"I... I don't know that my brother is seriously ill..." Si Yi Ang burst into tears.

Only then did Fu Ziqin calm down a bit, and looked at the child with hatred, "I only know how to play all day, are you supposed to play those games?!"

Si Yiang didn't answer, just kept crying.

"Si Yiang! You should have a better memory!" Fu Ziqin felt annoyed and pulled Si Yiang hard, "You are the prince of Si Dynasty, so you should look like a prince!"

"I'm Si Chao... the prince..." Si Yiang looked at his father sobbing uncontrollably, "I'm...not your child!"

After finishing speaking, he ran out of the hall crying.

Fu Ziqin looked at the stumbling child and stood there in a daze.

Sin ah.

He and Si Lixiao.

It's really a crime.

The author has something to say:

Three shifts, yes, five or six years later so easily.Finally, thank you for another collection, please allow me to vomit blood for a while.