Prince loves to pick up trash

Of course Qi Zian remembered.

When he was less than five years old, Concubine Duan died, and he became the wildest child in the palace.

The emperor was willing to pamper him, no matter what he did, he would not be punished, even if he got into a catastrophe, as long as he cried twice, the emperor would give up.

The more he played off-road, he ran to Fengyi Palace while playing, and led the seven-year-old Qi Wenliang astray.

When they met for the first time, Qi Wenliang was studying while shaking his head; after meeting him twice, Qi Wenliang began to follow him up the tree to dig out the bird's nest.

"At that time, the queen empress and the servants of Fengyi Palace were on guard against me, but I was capable of taking the emperor out quietly!" Qi Zi'an said quite proudly.

But after saying this, he remembered that Qi Wenliang at that time was often dressed in black.

"That's right." Qi Wenliang went on to say, "You were a ghostly spirit when you were young, and you especially loved climbing trees. However, your tree climbing skills are not very good, and you always fall down. You don't care about it and cry loudly, and you are not afraid of being laughed at. .Go out with you ten times, and nine times I have to coax you."

After finishing speaking, he started to pat Qi Zian's back lightly as he did back then.

Over the past ten years, although the two brothers saw each other from time to time, there were always palace attendants by their side, and Qi Wenliang could no longer hug Qi Zian like before, coaxing him who was no longer a child.

Qi Zian: "..." Brother Huang, I didn't mean that!

I don't miss my childhood because I'm alone, and I don't want you to coax me. I hug you because I'm greedy for your body!

Although Qi Wenliang was thoughtful, he was extremely slow at this time.

He has always cherished Qi Zian as a brother, so he always firmly believed that even if he was born in the royal family, he could still be a brother and friend.

The palace walls of the palace are too high, the sunlight cannot come in, and the place surrounded by layers of palace walls is always so gloomy and cold.

Qi Zi'an is like a big warm baby, anything he does inadvertently can make him happy.

So this only younger brother, Qi Wenliang, is always reluctant to let go.

Qi Zian was patted on the back, feeling that there was nothing ambiguous/ambiguous between the two of them, so he could only let go of Qi Wenliang, and then asked both sides: "Does the emperor actually like black? Why didn't you wear it later?"

Seeing that he let go of himself, Qi Wenliang went on to wrap his belt around his waist.

While straightening Qi Zian's clothes, he wrapped the belt tightly around his waist.

He answered Qi Zi'an's question while tangling: "It's not that I like it very much. It's just that the queen mother loves to prepare black clothes for me. Later I found out that when I went to climb trees in black clothes, my mother couldn't find it after returning to the palace, so I felt that wearing black clothes was really cool." It’s convenient. That’s why I have a good impression of black.”

"However, black is easy to appear domineering or deep, and it is not suitable for me to establish an image to the outside world, so I gradually stopped wearing it. Besides, my father doesn't like me wearing black clothes. I don't need to argue with him on such trivial matters, so as not to hurt myself Not happy."

After thinking about it for a while, Qi Zian understood the meaning of his words.

The Qi Dynasty respected black, and the court clothes of the emperor and ministers were all black.

Although the emperors of various dynasties have never explicitly prohibited wearing black clothes, it is a tacit rule in the imperial city of the Qi Dynasty that "people who have no intention of power should wear light-colored clothes".

The queen hoped that Qi Wenliang would become emperor in the future, so she naturally prepared black clothes for him since childhood.

The emperor hoped that Qi Wenliang would not have anything to do with the throne, so naturally he didn't like him wearing black.

When Qi Wenliang was young, he didn't care what he wore, but when he grows up, he needs to always pay attention to his own image.

He should be humble, he should be kind, and he should conform to "gentleness, courtesy and thrift."

To create this image, we need to start with many small details.

"Brother Huang, why should you wrong yourself? It's been more than ten years since I wore it." Qi Zian defended him.

"The color of the clothes is nothing more than a grievance. The white clothes can be exchanged for the emperor's carelessness; the white clothes can be exchanged for the courtiers' outspokenness; the white clothes can also restrain the growth of the Shen family. It's worth it."

Before the words fell, footsteps sounded outside the door.

A row of attendants carrying toiletries came first, followed by a row of maids carrying breakfast.

Qi Wenliang took two steps back, distanced himself from Qi Zian, and called to come in.

After washing up, the two had breakfast together, and after the attendants dispersed, Qi Zian followed Qi Wenliang to the side hall of the temple.

It has been neatly tidied up there, and the desk by the window is filled with pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and other things.

The seal has not been opened, it looks like a letter.

Qi Wenliang took out the letter in front of Qi Zian, looked at it and laughed out loud: "Father thinks I'm dead? Are you in such a hurry."

Qi Zian leaned forward and asked, "What is this?"

When Qi Wenliang saw him coming, he showed it to him indifferently, "I have only been away from Beijing for two days, and my father has already dealt with thirteen members of the Shen family under the pretext of military corruption, and quickly filled the vacancies. Take a look. ,anyone you know?"

Qi Zian looked at it and said, "I've heard of two members of the Shen family, but the people who made up for it seem to be unknown."

After hearing this, Qi Wenliang shook his head and smiled, "Father is old. Perhaps he is so impatient because he is afraid that he has not paved the way after his death. But father has always been easy to understand, so this behavior is really unexpected. among."

Opening the second letter, it was indeed a rumor about the capital.

Qi Zian also looked at it, and found that the general meaning of the rumors was that the crown prince was dead.

"Those guards who fled went back and spread rumors that "the prince was killed when he met a mob on his way". What is the emperor planning to do? They dare to say that you are dead, and they should be skinned!"

Originally, Qi Wenliang didn't care about hearing this, and turned his head to look at Qi Zi'an who was standing behind him, "What's the use of peeling? Besides, I'm not really dead, why are you angry? Let the emperor be busy for a while." Well, let someone go back and say I'm fine in a few days."

Like a child caught by his parents for swearing, Qi Zian let out a guilty oh.

He also heard Qi Wenliang say: "Don't worry about the capital in advance, I will play slowly after the emperor arranges the chessboard. These two days are relatively free, so tell me a story."

He motioned to Qi Zian to show him the main hall of the temple, and then pointed to the statue of the white fox and asked, "What kind of temple is this? All the things in the temple are very rare, like royal handwriting, and the wing rooms behind are also a bit leftover." The fallen old things seem to be used by the personal guards of Zhenlong Mansion."

"But such a temple that is closely related to the royal family, I have never heard of it."

Qi Zian looked at the statue of the white fox, and said slowly: "This is the foundation of Qi Chao's fortune."