The Dragon's Families of Mountains and Rivers

He was isolated from the world in this Taiji Hall, he didn't know the world, he didn't know the years, and he even forgot the group of women in the backyard who were the emperor's majesty.

He didn't know the concubine, and the concubines in the palace knew nothing about his existence.

The emperor protected him tightly.

The people in the Tai Chi Palace are all old people in the palace. They entered the Tai Chi Palace when they first entered the palace. The only master they recognized was His Majesty the Emperor. It is not that there are no palace people in the palace who want to buy the Tai Chi Palace. Unfortunately, the Emperor After being on the throne for many years, there has not been a single flaw in the Tai Chi Hall so far.

As His Majesty the Emperor said, the master is the same empress, so they naturally weighed the importance.

Although the weather was fine, the spring was cold and the chill was still quite strong. As soon as Yun Yao stepped out of the palace gate, a bone-chilling chill hit him, and his thin shoulders couldn't help shivering.

The clear and chilly breath was very refreshing, and Yun Wei was a little dazed. How long had it been since he stepped out of the threshold, and how long had it been since he smelled such a clear breath?

It didn't seem to be very long, but why was there always a kind of right and wrong oldness spreading silently in his heart, almost covering him completely.

How long will the next years be, and will he spend the rest of his days like this?Trapped in this desperate and suffocating palace wall, unable to break free from this palace that imprisoned him for the rest of his life?

The sun was a bit harsh, and Yun Hui's eyes hurt, but he didn't raise his hands to cover them, but quietly closed his eyes to cover up the sudden moisture in his eyes.

"Your Highness, the cloak."

Xiao Fuzi hurriedly chased out with the cloak, saw the long master standing in front of the palace gate, and hurriedly put the cloak on his shoulders, "The spring is cold, your Majesty will order again, if you don't serve well, you will catch the cold, Your majesty will miss this little life of a servant!"

Yun Bei blinked, and the wetness in his eyes had disappeared. He smiled lightly, and didn't make things difficult for Xiao Fuzi. He allowed him to cover him tightly, and a hand stove was stuffed in his hand, so he obediently took it. hands.

The garden still has the dampness after the snow melts, and the greenery is still gestating. Occasionally, two or three sparse light-colored buds hang on the branches, which are so thin and deserted. Although it is bleak, spring is already brewing. Today, you are going to stretch your body, right?

Yun Wei walked down the jade steps slowly, looking at the weird and jagged branches of the plum tree in the garden, with a few sparse buds hanging on the branches. The next winter is coming.

Xiao Fuzi followed quietly, four or five steps behind.

Since entering this Tai Chi Hall, this master has been depressed, even with a smile on his face, the loneliness in his eyes has never disappeared.

Knowing the ins and outs of this, besides taking care of his daily life and comforting him, Xiao Fuzi never dared to speak easily, and even if he did, this little master would not be able to speak.

For His Majesty's way of forcing him to stay in this Tai Chi Palace, he just endured it silently, even though the despair in his eyes was already overflowing... this young son, who can be called the proud son of heaven, seems to be like the children of ordinary aristocratic families. It's completely different, at an age where he is obviously wanton and flamboyant, but he is so mature that he has completely surpassed the wantonness and escape of young people of this age, as if he has eliminated the nature of young people early, calm and steady, never knowing the so-called willful word.

Those sons and young masters of aristocratic families in Beijing, at this age, which one is not reckless and willful?But this little son, who lost his father since childhood, already has this calmness at a young age.

If this happened to someone else, if it wasn't for crying and fighting for the ground, I'm afraid it would be trembling, or bathing in such a blessing, it would be arrogant for the rest of my life.

But apart from the strong resistance shown by leaving the palace that day and night, after returning to the palace, he seems to have realized that His Majesty will not let go easily. , not revealing.

Looking at the jagged resin climbing on the corridor, Yun Ghou raised his hand and stroked it gently, "Is this the vine?"

"Return to Your Highness, it is this thing." When he was slightly distracted, he heard the little master's question, and Xiao Fuzi immediately responded.

"It's similar to that plum tree." Yun Wei said with a faint smile.

"Huh?" Xiao Fuzi was slightly puzzled when he heard this.

Yun Ghou just smiled and didn't say anything, he seemed a little tired, he sat down on the stone platform at the edge of the corridor, and didn't care if it was cold or not.

"Your Highness, you are not in good health. My servant will bring you a cushion. It is so cold that you will catch the cold." Seeing him sitting directly, Xiao Fuzi hurriedly waved his hands to let the little eunuch behind him enter the hall to get the cushion.

Yun Ghou shook his head, "No problem, I'm just resting, I'm a little tired."

"Your Highness..."

"The light is so good it doesn't get in the way."

Seeing what he said, Xiao Fuzi didn't dare to say any more, just thought he was sitting for a while and then got up, and when the little eunuch came out with the mat, he held it in his hands and prepared it.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, leaning against the pillar, he fell asleep.

Xiao Fuzi thought that he was just closing his eyes and resting his mind, so he didn't make a sound. When the emperor came down to the back garden to look for someone, he quietly walked to his side, and the hand stove in his hand almost fell to the ground, only to realize that he had fallen asleep.

Passing the hand stove in his hand to Xiao Fuzi, Xuan Zhan motioned the servants to be silent, and carefully took the man leaning on the pillar into his arms.

After making sure he wasn't disturbed, she carefully picked him up horizontally and carried him into the palace.

After entering the hall, as soon as he put him on the couch, Yun Ghou frowned as if awakened by a start, Xuan Zhan subconsciously stopped covering him, and even his breathing slowed down. Seeing him frowning, it seemed that Realizing that this was not a strange place, he rubbed against the pillow and fell asleep peacefully.

Seeing his rare appearance like this, Xuan Zhan's eyes and brows were full of joyful smiles, wanting him to sleep more comfortably, he gently untied the tie of the fox fur on his shoulders, covered the quilt, and twitched his hair again Between the hosta.

"Your Majesty..." Quan An came into the palace just in time to see his omnipotent Emperor secretly kissing his sleeping little master on the couch, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Shh."

Xuan Zhan suddenly turned his head and glared at him, motioning for him to keep silent.

Quan An hastily covered his mouth, and took a few steps back.

Seeing him knowingly pushing away silently, His Majesty the Emperor withdrew his staring gaze, put down the gauze curtain of the bed, and then got up and left the bed/H〇 walked a few steps quickly, and after a certain distance from the bed, he lowered his head The voice asked, "What's the matter?"

"Return to Your Majesty, the Empress sent someone to pass on a message, saying that Your Majesty is asked to move Fengyu Palace."

Xuan Zhan frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Ten days will be the birthday of the empress dowager. The empress wants to go out of the palace to visit the empress dowager at Xiangguo Temple and pray for her majesty. But this year is the fiftieth birthday of the empress dowager. The empress wonders if the four concubines of the harem will also go together. Paying homage to the Empress Dowager, I came here specially to ask Your Majesty to move to Fengyu Palace to discuss this matter." Quan An said.

Xuan Zhan waved his hand lightly, "As she said, I'm sure."

"Your Majesty, you..."

Xuan Zhan's eyes slanted slightly.

Quan An shrank his neck, "I think, Your Majesty, you haven't set foot in the palaces in the back court since the family dinner on New Year's Eve. Even if you are just pretending, your Majesty, you should go...to walk around..." Quan An said more and more. The sound is lower.

Xuan Zhan chuckled, "My wife is resting in this palace, who else should I show myself to?"

Quan An was dumbfounded, "..."

"You have gone back to the queen, I will approve this matter." The emperor said as he walked out.

"But Your Majesty..." Quan An stopped the impatient Emperor.

Xuan Zhan turned his head impatiently, raised the corners of his eyes, and said calmly, "Huh?"

Quan An shrank his neck, "Old slave complies!"

Why did he forget, what was the reason why the Queen Mother went to Xiangguo Temple to worship Buddha?

Turning his head to look at the little master resting quietly behind the gauze tent on the dragon bed, Quan An shook his head, that's all, this big master is a vengeful master, whether it is the heavenly king, old man or parents' close relatives, once he gets involved with this little master Son, even if he touched his taboo, no one would be spared.

The queen picked this matter up to ask His Majesty the emperor to move, it was a knife edge.

However, from now on, no matter what it is, this big master probably won't set foot in the harem, right?

Didn't the master say that his wife is here.

Now that the court is under control, who of these women who stepped into the palace as political bargaining chips can get the pretentiousness of this supreme master?

wife...

It is rare to have one wife in a hundred years.

Tianjia has a love affair, is this good or bad?