Brother Donggong

Because there is no hot spring here in the East Palace, I can only scrub myself as dry as possible in a wooden barrel, and then take a piece of white gauze and wrap some ice cubes to calm my swollen eyes from crying.

Wen Zhan was bathing and changing in the side hall over there, and someone re-wrapped his wound.Putting on my robe, I glanced at him quietly. His injury is actually not serious, and the wound doesn't seem to be very deep, but the location of the injury is not good, the location is very tricky, under the shoulder blade, it should be very painful when you lift your arm.

He didn't seem to want others to know about his injury.

Right.

Prince's business has always been a big deal.

Little things are big things.

If it is announced to the public that the prince is injured, I am afraid that there will be an uproar in the court again!

Many people will be implicated by this.

Some people will go to prison, some people will die because of it.

As for those innocent people who were framed by others, and those who stepped on their superiors, there were countless of them.

in fact……

Although Wen Zhan is not a good guy, at least he still has a little bit of compassion, not a complete villain.Of course, there is no comparison with a good person like me.

I almost jumped to the Shouchun Palace.

I should be very weak, really, because of what the crown prince did to me, I should be as sick as Xizi, crying with my heart in my arms, panting three times, crying, shyly rubbing to the Shouchun Palace, but, I really Can't wait that long, really.

——My father stayed at the Shouchun Palace! !

This is the scariest news I've heard since I was sensible.

If someone tells me that I will be confiscated tomorrow, and I will be beheaded at the Meridian Gate (this is all in a play, in fact, I have always needed three judges to decide a murder in court, three courts to judge, and then the emperor's vermilion pen to confirm it, ask after autumn Cut, no one, including my father, my grandfather, and the past emperors, would not directly push people out of the Meridian Gate and cut their necks), and I would not be so panicked, really.

I want to rush to Shouchun Palace as soon as possible, and I want to see with my own eyes how those two people took off their shoes and got on the kang, getting along intimately!

I want to laugh when I think of my father falling off the dragon bed because of my mother's fiery red birthmark.

And I often feel sorry for myself for not being able to see that scene.

Now I am fortunate to be able to see the two of them holding small hands, talking softly, maybe sitting on the lap, or feeding wine and other things (my father is very romantic), I don’t know if my father is facing the birthmark on my mother’s face. I can swallow food, and I don't know if he sat on my mother's side when he hugged my mother, or hid on the side where the birthmark could not be seen?

...It's just, it's just...haha! !

I'm not gloating, I swear, I really am not.

Because Shouchun Palace is not the main hall of the harem, the roof is not so high, and there are no entangled lotus patterns. The roof here is re-carved with nanmu, and the hanging is very low, only two feet higher than ordinary houses. ruler.Therefore, the palace on the side of Shouchun Palace does not look like a palace, but looks like a big tile-roofed house of a wealthy landlord.

The empress of Zhenggong would not live in such a house.

You can tell at a glance that this is the residence of the little wife.

However, when I stepped into the Shouchun Palace, what I saw seemed to be different from what I had imagined.

Clean, very clean.

Not only is the window bright and clean, but even the smell is clean, and there is a light tea fragrance.

Turning around the flower hall, I suddenly heard my father's voice, seeming a little impatient, "Grind ink like grinding in one direction, don't grind it three times on this side and four times on the other side, as if you are pounding garlic."

Then came my mother's voice, very aggrieved, "Your Majesty, don't yell at me, I'm afraid."

My father's voice said, "I'm not yelling at you, but I feel sorry for Mo, who was ruined by you... Hey, you look like your son, and you can't see anything good except eating. Even if it is a priceless treasure Putting it in front of him is not as good as a roast chicken and two meat buns."

I am depressed.

Did you say that?

Like I'm a foodie.

I hurriedly said, "Father, you really dislike me."

Near the flower hall, my father was leaning on the bench, surrounded by thick white fox fur. He was wearing a moon-white thin silk robe, with a white silk quilt covering his waist, and a white ivory long rod in his hand. Tobacco rod.

He glanced at me, as if dissatisfied with my late arrival.

And my mother is even more interesting, she didn't care that her hands and sleeves were all stained with precious and fragrant Hui ink, and then she wiped her hands clean like an ordinary village woman rubbing oil on her dress, and then she came over and was about to hold my hand , but suddenly shrank back, and then said to me respectfully——

"Your Highness."