The Story of the Male Supporting Counterattack

The winter of the 21st year of Yuande.

The temperature plummeted, and it was hazy for days. There seemed to be an unusual smell in the air. There was a faint feeling that the mountains and rain were about to come and the wind filled the building. Everyone in the country was in danger.

The carved wooden door was opened, and as soon as the painting took a step, Fangcao who was waiting outside the door couldn't bear it anymore, went up and grabbed her sleeve and asked eagerly, "How is it, the prince is taking medicine?"

Ruhua shook his head, slightly raised the tray in his hand, his face full of helplessness and regret.

"It's been three days. Ever since His Highness the Crown Prince came back from the palace with injuries all over his body, he doesn't think about food, drink or drink soup all day long. How can this be good?" Fang Cao said worriedly.

Ruhua felt uncomfortable, frowned and said: "Even if you eat it, so what, His Royal Highness, this is a heart disease..."

Fangcao bit her lip, and looked around with her head, and seeing no one else here, she lowered her voice and asked, "Sister Ruhua, do you think those rumors outside are true? Speaking of the Eastern Palace, he didn’t even have a single question to ask, and he really has no conscience, how will the prince deal with himself in the future?”

"Insignificant little hooves!" Ru Hua hurriedly covered her mouth and scolded: "This sentence is something we can say, just be your job well anyway."

Seeing her like this, Fangcao also knew that she was reckless, stuck out her tongue, and smiled flatteringly: "My good sister, you just pretend you didn't hear, I'm worried about His Royal Highness."

After entering the painting, she threw away her hands, but her expression was not very good-looking. She looked back at the bedroom with closed doors and windows, and couldn't help sighing softly. She has been in the palace since she was a child to serve Prince Showa for nearly ten years. I can't tell the attitudes of the two nobles in the palace, they just hurt their masters, and they are abandoned like shoes because of their admiration, but Prince Showa is not that kind of eloquent person, even if he has the heart, he will Unable to distinguish, it gradually became a heart disease, and he was forced to develop this gloomy and deep personality by himself.

Ever since the princess entered the Eastern Palace, she had been watching coldly from the sidelines. Her master was fine on the surface, but he was quite lively in private. Seeing that this person finally became a little lively, this kind of thing happened again.

Even if tiger poison does not eat its offspring, if Emperor Yuande really insisted on doing so, wouldn't he want to force His Highness the Crown Prince to death?

In the middle of the night, the chiming bell for Western tribute rang three times. Prince Showa suddenly opened his eyes. Because of the injuries he suffered in the palace that day, his face was still pale and weak at this time, but his whole body was as fierce as a cold knife, which made people dare not underestimate him. Look, those unfathomable eyes are now stained with a bit of coldness and unfeelingness, he looked at the black figure who appeared in the room at an unknown time, and said coldly: "What's the matter?"

Heiying knelt down on one knee, with a respectful expression: "The general asked the subordinates to come down and ask the prince a word, is the time ripe now?"

The hands under the quilt were tightly clenched, Prince Showa was silent for a moment, and then replied: "Go back and tell your general that everything is going according to plan."

After getting the answer, the man in black nodded in agreement, and disappeared in an instant.

The room returned to silence, Prince Showa leaned back on the cushion, smiled in relief, and murmured: "It should have been like this..."

There should be no hope from the very beginning, whether it is family affection that you can't ask for, or other things.

Time passed day by day, Bai Su was trapped in Ning Yezhu, unable to go anywhere, Emperor Yuande would take time to visit him every day, and did nothing else, but asked him to recall the past over and over again, and tell about his countless There are many fragments of getting along with his father.

Even though he was offered delicious food and drinks, Bai Su was still worried. This depression and anxiety gradually increased with the passage of time, causing him to lose weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No matter how he tried to avoid it, the fifteenth day finally came, which meant that the broken soul in Bai Su's body was about to break out.

At that time, Emperor Yuande was like any ordinary person talking about the past between him and Nangong Qingyuan like it had happened countless times before, while Bai Su looked restless and looked out of the window from time to time.

The Golden Wu sinks, the Jade Rabbit rises high, the blood on Bai Su's face gradually disappears, his disappointment is beyond words, he suddenly let out a low voice, his stomach hurts like a knife, he immediately lowered his body and tightly held his stomach.

The accident came so suddenly that Emperor Yuande was taken aback without any precautions, he frowned and stepped forward to help him, "What's wrong with you?"

Bai Su was in unbearable pain, tears flowed out uncontrollably, forced out a pale smile, and said in a breathless voice: "Woman, every month there are always a few days..."