Tiger Wings

Then I started to wander again, why would a man give himself such a name?

Cang Yu?, I don’t know which three words?

I hope it's not the rainy rain, a name like Yu'er really doesn't suit me.

You Xin didn't even know which specific character it was, so he pieced together a bunch of combinations of these three characters in his head. The more he put together, the more fun he found. It could be "Cang Yuyang" or "Cang Yuyang". "Yuyang", or "Cang Yuyang" if it is funny...

In short, there are all kinds of combinations, all kinds of messy combinations, it seems that I have completely forgotten that this will become my own pronoun in the future.

He couldn't be blamed, he was really frightened by the Emperor's abnormal behavior, and he could only entertain himself to comfort his nervous little heart that was beating non-stop "thumping" and suspected to be seriously overspeeding.

A piece of pure white paper stretched out in front of his eyes, the snow-white paper surface reflected a faint brilliance, there were three words on it, You Xin was in this world, he had read a lot of books in Yungong, so he recognized it quickly after being startled. I missed those three words——

Cang Yu?.

The correct three characters can also be seen from the author's knife-like brushstrokes, which are written in a large size, and each stroke is deliberately stretched out completely, occupying a large space in the middle of the white paper.

You Xin's first reaction was - it turned out to be these three words!

He once heard two maids say that the first prince's name is Cang Haoran, which probably means to acquire awe-inspiring righteousness. This name is easy to remember, so You Xin has never forgotten it. Then there is the grand fourth prince, who basically completed the ceremony. In an instant, the name Cang Yechen spread throughout the entire palace, and even the ignorant You Xin knew it in a second at most.

I remember that I was still secretly amused at the time, not knowing whether the emperor took the name Cang Yechen to praise light or darkness, so some smart people ran out to explain the emperor's intention:

This is the emperor's hope that the fourth prince can be the light after night, illuminating the entire Yaojin and even the mainland.

This statement was once circulated, but no one dared to say that it was true, and the emperor did not come out to stop or clarify it, so it calmed down after a while.

You Xin didn't say a word about it, he just regarded it as a small story after dinner, which was accidentally eaten to make the stomach digest.

As for the names of the others, You Xin didn't remember very clearly, there was only a vague notion that the names of princes and daughters all had meanings.

It was something that others said casually and I heard casually, so I didn't care much about it.

You Xin pondered over his name carefully, Yu's "Yu", could it be that he is as light as a feather, looked at his fleshy arm, shook his head and directly rejected it.

The word ? is easy to say, it has the meaning of flying and freedom. This word is quite suitable for me. You Xin likes this name a little bit.

But the paper was taken away suddenly, and You Xin subconsciously shifted his gaze, and the little heart that had just calmed down suddenly exploded.

You Xin almost bumped into the broad chest behind him, the cool sandalwood scent lingered in his nostrils, it was the scent that had been lingering in the palace all year round.

It's just that now You Xin suddenly finds that the smell has become stronger all of a sudden. It was supposed to be refreshing and calming with human body temperature added to it, which changed the smell. The smell made him a little dizzy. Feel hot.

When exactly, he sat on this person's lap and leaned against someone else's chest without realizing it.

It's no wonder that the touch under his body suddenly hardened. It turned out that this was the case. You Xin suddenly realized, but he clenched his fists uncontrollably.

While feeling flustered, he cursed secretly: Is this person sick? What are you doing to hug yourself properly? Is it comfortable to be pressed by someone?

There was the sound of a writing brush sliding across the paper at the back, and the subtle sound was heard by You Xin, but it was amplified infinitely. You Xin seemed to be able to tell from this thin sound whether the emperor wrote a stroke, a vertical stroke, or a horizontal stroke. Still a swipe.

Time became the most tormented at this time. When the skin on the back of the neck of the emperor stood in protest, the man stretched his arms around the stiff child in front of him who was about to become a stone. At the same time, he also carried the sheet of paper.

Cang Yu? Added three more words below, the two lines of words are neatly symmetrical together, the strokes are the same but the same effect, but these three words made him restless for a long time——

Blaze Fly.

You Xin bit these three words, wishing to say them out loud.

The ears are itchy, and the hot breath blowing on the sensitive and tender organs has an extraordinary effect.

The emperor's slender fingertips pointed to a line of words above, and read each word one by one:

"Yu'er, this is your name, do you like it?"

You Xin didn't respond and the man didn't feel annoyed, he moved his fingertips down and read again:

"Cang Yixiang, this is the name of the emperor, Yu'er must remember."

You Xin automatically ignored the two words "Father Emperor", stretched out his hand and stroked the two lines of words, as if he didn't understand why this person told himself these three words.

Cang Yixiang, the name of the emperor has always been a taboo.

Therefore, after living in this palace for so long, he has heard the names of all the princes, princesses, concubines or ministers, but these three words have never been heard.

Before I could recall what it was like, there was a knock on the door, and Bingsu's unique cold voice came:

"Your Majesty, something has been delivered."

You Xin thought that the emperor would let go of him now, but unexpectedly he hugged him even tighter.

"Come in."

Two or three maids filed in following the sound of the door opening, and You Xin froze after a casual glance.

The long strip has a delicate luster that I have long been familiar with, it is not my piano.

The body froze and felt that the blood flow was frozen. Did this person see everything I did at night?

Fortunately, at this time, the things that the maid was holding were exposed, but the few books made You Xin feel relieved.

But in the blink of an eye a new problem came up, this man moved all his belongings here, You Xin could vaguely guess the meaning contained in it, but it was the last thing he wanted to face.

As if to confirm his idea, You Xin almost jumped up when he was startled by the next two greetings.

"Slaves (Qiu Hong, Qiu Tao) refer to Your Majesty and the Fifth Prince."

The respectful voice did not prevent You Xin from recognizing the person, who belonged to the two people who had taken care of him for more than two years. He raised his head in disbelief, and saw two maids kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed.

"Get up, from now on, you will take care of the Fifth Prince's food, clothing, housing and transportation in Zisu Palace."

Hearing this news, the two maids suddenly looked up and saw the scene on the dragon bed in front of them.

Because they were afraid of the sacred power, the two strictly abide by the etiquette and did not look beyond their toes at first. This time they raised their heads in shock and saw the situation clearly.

Sitting on the golden velvet on the spacious and gorgeous big bed was the casually dressed His Majesty, and in his arms was their little master.

This kind of cognition obviously makes them both happy and worried. The holy will is unpredictable. It is good for the master to be favored, but even the famous fourth prince may not be able to please His Majesty much. Then their ordinary little master And why did he get His Majesty's favor.

Cang Yixiang pressed the struggling little body in his arms, only felt that the tentacles were soft and hard bones could hardly be touched. Compared with when he was one year old, the smell became a bit fresher, and the milk smell was no longer so strong.

He waved his hand, ready to let them go down first, but the child in his arms suddenly stretched out a hand towards Chuang Xia, muttering "Qiu Hong, Qiu Tao..." in his mouth.

This time, I spoke more clearly than before, and I don't know if it's because I read too much.

Seeing the little prince looking at him pitifully, the two maids could not feel distressed. For more than two years, they took care of this child wholeheartedly. The kindness that a mother should give birth to.

Even limited by age, the fifth prince is like a younger brother to them.

But now it is not in the unattended small courtyard of Yun Palace, but the emperor's bedroom, and they cannot give any response to the fifth prince's request.

The two maids looked at each other, and at the same time saw embarrassment and reluctance in each other's eyes.

Standing still, Qiu Hong and Qiu Tao were really in a dilemma, hesitated for a while, and finally feared that His Majesty would get tired of the crying little prince, Qiu Hong explained in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, the Fifth Prince may be hungry, and it's time to have supper in Yungong at this time."

You Xin was almost choked to death by this sentence, he wanted the emperor to hand him over to Qiuhong Qiutao, even if he wanted to be stationed in Xisu Palace, it could be a side hall instead of here, who would have expected Qiuhong Given such an explanation, he was so angry that he didn't want to cry anymore.