Numerologist

Chu Feng knelt in the ancestral hall for two days and one night, but the rice water did not enter. In the end, Mrs. Chu relented and let him go.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Chu Feng hurried to the Wuming Hall, but was stopped by the guards.

"Idlers are not allowed to approach." The guard said with a straight look.

"Brothers, I am Chu Feng from Xunnanhoufu, and I want to visit His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."

The guard frowned, and said, "My lord, it's not that I'm impatient, it's because His Majesty ordered you not to be allowed in."

"There's no other Highness here, my son, please go back." Another guard sneered and went back directly.

"You!" Chu Feng glared at the other party angrily.It's only been a few days, and even the guards guarding the gate don't pay attention to the Seventh Prince!

"Ah, what!" The guard suddenly yelled, reaching out to cover the back of his neck.

The parrot that pecked at him arrogantly yelled at him, "Bad guy! Bad guy!"

"It's you stinky bird! See if I will roast you!" The guard rushed over to catch the parrot cursing.

Chu Feng stopped the guards, protected the parrot behind him, and said angrily: "Beating a dog depends on the owner. It is my parrot, so you dare to do it? Could it be that you really don't take my Xunnanhou's mansion seriously?" ?!"

The guard gritted his teeth, and he didn't dare to take such a big pot when it fell down, "I don't dare to take a humble job."

His father had served as a lieutenant general under General Zhengdong, and he admired General Chu the most. If his father knew that he dared to disrespect the orphan of the Chu family, he might have to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots when he returned home.

"My lord, don't be angry, I'm here under orders, so I can't let you in." Seeing this, another guard advised, "Instead of arguing with us, you might as well ask His Majesty for an order."

Chu Feng frowned. He didn't expect that even a foot restraint would be so strictly guarded. What's the difference between this and being in jail?

Is he really going to ask His Majesty?

"Chu Shizi wants to go in, you just let him in." Qingyue's voice suddenly sounded.

Chu Feng looked back and saw that he was dressed in white with black hair and carrying a Guqin on his back, like a fairy.

"See Mr. Mo." The two guards knelt down and kowtowed in salute.

"Get up. This is the gold medal bestowed by His Majesty. You let Prince Chu in. If anything happens, I will take care of it." Mo Zifei took out a gold medal from his sleeve and wrote: .

"Your subordinate takes orders." The guard opened the palace door as he said.

Chu Feng stopped and looked at Mo Zifei blankly, not understanding why the other party helped him.However, the desire to see the Seventh Prince surpassed other thoughts, "Thank you, Lord Mo."

"Wait," Mo Zifei said, "keep the parrot."

"Here, Master Mo?" Hearing this, Chu Feng frowned and looked at Mo Zifei, but quietly pushed the parrot behind him.

"She and I are old acquaintances, so Prince Chu need not worry. Besides, Prince Chu and His Highness must have a lot to talk about this time, and it might be inappropriate to take her with you." Mo Zifei explained calmly.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Feng still handed him the parrot, "Then Master Lao Mo will take care of Xiao Wu."

The parrot's swaying black eyes met Mo Zi's dull light black eyes, turned around angrily, and pointed its tail at him.

Stretching out her index finger, lightly tapped her tail feathers, and said with a slight smile, "Are you still angry with me?"

-

In the nameless hall, after a few days of absence, it became more and more cold.

The courtyard is deep, and there are no one to sweep the fallen leaves.Lang Lang is a young man, resting on a wicker chair under a tree.

Chu Feng lightly stepped over the fallen leaves, stopped beside the young man, stared at the eyebrows that were still furrowed in his dream, and felt that his heart was also furrowed together.

The young man's eyes were slightly black and blue, his thin lips were as red as fire, and a sesame seed-sized pimple appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah Feng?" The young man called out, opened his eyes, and immediately smiled in surprise, "I guessed it would be you!"

Getting up from the rattan chair, the Seventh Prince pulled him to the stone table on the other side, "You are the only one who can think of coming to see me at this time."

"Your Highness." Chu Feng murmured.

"Sit whatever you want." The Seventh Prince sat on the stone bench and said to himself, "I am no longer a prince, so don't call me Your Highness, it's boring."

After a long sigh, the Seventh Prince suddenly sneered, "I've been the prince all these years, it's so boring."

"There is a mother and concubine who is depressed all day long, and there is a brother who is eager to kill me outside. Heh, there is also a father who never pays attention to me but says he wants me to be the crown prince. Hahahahaha——" The Seventh Prince said loudly Laughing loudly, "I deserve to be a prince, it's really a joke."

"Your Highness..." Chu Feng felt a pain in his heart when he saw his crazy appearance.

"That's all." The Seventh Prince waved his hand, looking at the blue sky, "Now I'm not a prince anymore, don't say it, it feels pretty good."

"If there is a chance, I really want to leave this palace and wander the rivers and lakes with you, and taste the joy of love and hatred. I just don't know, are you willing to play around with me, a commoner?"

Chu Feng met the deep eyes of the seventh prince, and his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, "You are honored."

The seventh prince stood up, hugged Chu Feng into his arms suddenly, hammered his back, and laughed loudly, "Good brother!"

The Seventh Prince, who had always been self-absorbed and respectful, suddenly made such a move. Chu Feng stiffened and was at a loss, but the tips of his ears were quietly stained with crimson.

After a long time, Chu Feng barely recovered his voice, "Your Highness, are you really planning to escape from the palace?"

The hand holding Chu Feng froze, the Seventh Prince withdrew his hand silently, turned his back to him, looked towards the sky, and remained silent.

Chu Feng regretted asking this sentence.He knew better than anyone that this was simply impossible.

Could it be that there is no king in the world, no matter which prince is in power in the future, it is impossible to tolerate this seventh prince who was once admitted by His Majesty as "his favorite prince".The sky is big and the earth is big, but there is absolutely no place for him...

"Your Highness, if this day cannot accommodate us, then let this day go."

Chu Feng looked at him resolutely, and every word was as important as a thousand weights.

Slightly frowned, "Ah Feng, don't do stupid things for me, it's not worth it."

-

Outside the Nameless Hall, the parrot wagged its tail up and down, ignoring Mo Zifei's harassment.

"Xiao Wu, you don't have to be so vicious if you're mad at me. Are you trying to hurt me with needles by pointing at me all the time?" Mo Zifei held back his smile, deliberately teasing her.

Regardless of how colorful and gorgeous the bird's feathers are, the small flowers under the tail feathers can be seen at a glance when the bird is turned away.

"Bad Feifei, smelly Feifei!" The parrot became furious, flapped its wings and ran towards Mo Zifei, scratching his face fiercely with a pair of hooked claws.

Dodging the blow with his head sideways, Mo Zifei quickly grabbed the parrot's paw and lifted the bird upside down. ?”

"Obviously you are bad!" The parrot fluttered its wings unconvinced.

squeak-

The door of the palace was opened again, and as soon as Chu Feng came out, he saw his parrot being bullied into a mess.

"Lord Mo." Chu Feng frowned, lowering his voice a little.

Mo Zifei raised his eyebrows slightly, and let go of the parrot in his hand, "Chu Shizi finished visiting? Can you take a step to speak?"

As soon as the parrot was free, it immediately flew high, watching her current owner, Chu Feng, hesitate for a moment, then followed the former owner to another secluded palace road.Obviously the two wanted to whisper something, the parrot flew to the side of the palace road curiously, and landed on the fence to listen.

"Chu Shizi plans to participate in this year's Qiu Wei?"

"Yes." Chu Feng looked up at him, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Mo Zifei smiled, "I am not as talented as Chu Shizi, but I have also heard that in a prosperous age, the country should be governed by literature and the world should be governed by benevolence. Chu Shizi thinks this is a prosperous age?"

Chu Feng raised his eyes and met his eyes that seemed to be able to look into the bottom of his heart, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly.

"Does the prince of Chu know how the Tai | ancestor planned the world?" Mozi was not smiling, his eyes were dull, as if the whole world could not enter his eyes.

"Thank you, Lord Mo, for your teaching." Chu Feng cupped his fists and bowed, sincerely thanking him.

Chu Feng left the palace with firm steps, but entrusted the parrot to her former owner.

"Bad Feifei, did you fool people again just now?" The parrot that was watching everything tilted its head and asked in a daze.

Mo Zifei just stroked her feather and whispered, "It's almost here, I've found it."

The author has something to say: Mo Zifei: I only have one thing on my mind—to find the devouring silkworm.