Vicissitudes know Jinhua

In the evening, Bi Luo held a few bright lights in his palm, and Mu Zishi sat at the desk and copied books—he was too small to use ordinary tables and chairs, so Qi Yupei specially ordered low tables and short chairs to be custom-made, and Bi Luo sewed thick brocade overnight Cushion, so as not to smack the flesh.

Biluo peeled the pine nuts aside, kneaded off the skin one by one, put them in a small porcelain pot, and kept them for Mu Zishi as a snack. Occasionally, he got up and cut the candle wick briskly, and served him a bowl of eight Treasure cheese.

There was only silence in the Nuan Pavilion, and once Mu Zishi was studying and practicing calligraphy, he would concentrate on it so calmly that even Qi Yupei didn't notice when he entered the room quietly.

Bi Luo stood up and saluted, but Qi Yupei put his finger on his lips, signaling her not to speak.

Qi Yupei has been assisting Qi Jin in the Zhiping Palace since he was a child, and Qi Jin is reviewing memorials and handling government affairs while giving instructions and inquiries. He will also let him handle some not difficult matters by himself.

He was busy until the third quarter of the unitary hour, when Qi Yupeifang left Zhiping Palace, and when he came back, he heard that Mu Zishi had been beaten by Wu Shigui today. Shi here to see.

Walking behind Mu Zishi, he saw that he had no time at all. He didn't know anything. He just hung his wrist and wrote stroke by stroke. Energetic.

Qi Yupei looked at him for a while, saw that his wrists were trembling slightly, and thought he was exhausted, so he smiled and said softly: "You can't do this."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold his hand from behind, and when Mu Zishi turned around and saw that it was him, he couldn't help being pleasantly surprised: "Your Highness!"

Qi Yupei said: "You hold the brush too tightly, so laborious and stagnant... You need to know that the finger wants to be firm, the palm wants to be empty, the pipe wants to be straight, and the heart wants to be round. Let the left and right be right, and the mind should be in front of the pen."

As he spoke, he plucked the palms of his fingers, and said softly, "Do you understand?"

Mu Zishi nodded, and followed his words. When he turned his pen, he felt much more comfortable. Qi Yupei picked up the paper he had written and read a few articles, and said: "The structure between words, the white and dense lines, you have to write more." Kungfu... Let Mr. Wu teach you some other day, he is a master of calligraphy and painting in the world."

Mu Zishi put down his pen and said joyfully, "Mr. Wu is willing to teach, that's great!"

Qi Yupei saw that he was fine when he mentioned Wu Shigui, so he couldn't help but asked with a smile: "You have been in the study for a few days, what do you think of Mr. Wu?"

Mu Zishi said: "Mr. is very good, and his knowledge is even higher."

Qi Yupei hummed, but said jokingly: "You got slapped in the palm, don't you hold grudges against him?"

Without hesitation, Mu Zishi said: "Sir, today, Zi Shi is willing to fight with one hand. One is that Mr. Wu is sincerely teaching, and the other is that I made mistakes first, but he only played this time. I will never let Mr. If you find a reason to hit me again, if you won't hit me again, why should I hold grudges?"

Qi Yupei smiled meaningfully: "So, if he hits you again, you will hold grudges?"

Mu Zishi was stunned, his expression suddenly changed, all the people in the imperial court have always respected teachers, if a master beats and scolds a student, it is like a father scolding a son, it is justified, if a student dares to be dissatisfied, it is a big mistake. If there are still a few words of rebellion and contradiction, they will be criticized and abandoned by the world.

When he thought of this, he quickly wanted to deny it, but he didn't want to lie to Qi Yupei. Deep down in his heart, he really couldn't tolerate Wu Shigui hitting him even once.

In fact, ever since he came out of the Mu family courtyard, Mu Zishi swore to himself that he would rather die young than be beaten and insulted arbitrarily. .

Qi Yupei saw Mu Zishi biting his lip, with an unknowingly stubborn and ruthless expression on his face. Not only did he not have the slightest resentment in his heart, on the contrary, he looked into his eyes quietly and said in a deep voice, "Zishi, you are here with me. In front of you, there is no need to hide or fear... No matter what you do, I like it very much."

Mu Zishi's eyes were clear and clear, a little hesitant, but he really wanted to believe: "Your Highness, are you not lying to me?"

Qi Yupei recalled the first time they met, he also choked up and asked, "Aren't you lying to me?" He couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Why do you always suspect that I will lie to you?"

Mu Zishi hesitated: "Can I say it?"

"Of course, Zishi and I can say whatever we want... Isn't that what you and Qi Wushang are like?" When Qi Wushang uttered the words, Qi Yupei's voice showed a hint of jealousy.

Mu Zishi thought for a moment, then raised his face, his smile was as sweet as a rock sugar: "Because His Highness is very deceptive when he looks at it, and the prince is very dumb when he looks at it."

Qi Yupei was stunned, and had gone through countless classics and strategies in his chest. He didn't know what to say, and coughed for a while: "You continue to write."

Bi Luo, who stood at the gate of the Nuan Pavilion, sent the prince back, and asked in a low voice, "What did the young master say to His Highness? Why is His Highness smiling so happily?"

Mu Zishi didn't know if he had made the right bet, and he was a little apprehensive, and hurriedly said, "Really? Did he leave with a smile?"

Bi Luo nodded: "It's really rare. Although His Royal Highness is always gentle, he is also very solemn... It can be seen that I am really happy in my heart."

Mu Zishi felt relieved, bit the tip of his pen and smiled, but when he woke up, he found that his mouth was hot and cold, and it was the ink he had bitten off.

Bi Luo laughed, and quickly asked him to rinse his mouth with warm water, but he was naughty, and when Bi Luo bent over to wipe the ink on his lips, he quickly picked up a pen and drew a turtle on her face, laughing crisply.

Biluo was angry and laughed, and in just over a month, he found that he was completely different from the day he first entered the palace. Although his arms and legs were still slender, his face was round and rosy, and he changed from his timid silence and carefulness, revealing a A child's natural coquettishness and air come alive.

Bi Luo's eyes rolled around, and while there was no one around, he pinched his face and rubbed it back and forth, Mu Zishi smiled and let her touch his face and pinch his cheeks, anyway, Bi Luo's hands were soft and warm, a little trampled It doesn't hurt either.

In the afternoon, Qi Jin handled government affairs in the Ping Palace as usual, and after dismissing the Minister of the Household Department who had been summoned for questioning, he turned around and saw Qi Yupei sitting and swaying with a bad face, and hurriedly sent Sun Helin, the director of the Imperial Hospital, to check his pulse.

Sun Yuanzheng came very fast with a white beard, walking like flying, and ran the little drug boy with the medicine box on his back until his legs trembled, thinking that this grandfather is not an old man, he is clearly old Rabbit!

Sun Yuan is studying Wuqinxi every day, but he is sixty years old but has a white hair and a childlike face. When he arrives at the salute, his breath is not disturbed, and then he reads, hears and asks slowly - he is not in a hurry now, and he replied after half an hour: "The prince has been worrying about it recently. Excessively, it looks like insomnia, dreaminess, fatigue and fatigue. It is because the blood does not nourish the menstrual blood and the deficiency of yin and blood, and the weather is suddenly cold and cold. Fortunately, it is not a serious problem. Take a few days off and drink a few medicines, and then use some warming medicine Medicinal food is fine."

Qi Jin heaved a sigh of relief. What he was most afraid of was that his son would be sick. Qi Yupei was weak in pregnancy. Fortunately, Queen Luo had a little bit of medical skills. Before the age of three, he almost took care of him personally. Yi Yi seems to be much better after ten years old, but he still can't stop the medicine every day.

Hearing what Sun Yuanzheng said at this moment, Qi Jin felt a little relieved, and wiped off the cold sweat that broke out unknowingly: "You go back to the East Palace to rest, and you don't have to come to assist with government affairs before the New Year... everything will be complicated during the year , I don’t care about teaching you a lot, it’s more appropriate to read books to nourish your body.”

Qi Yupei supported his forehead, and argued with a smile: "I think it's okay. Going to bed early tonight will not hinder my father's dispatch tomorrow. My father is worried and diligent in seeking medical treatment all night long. How can my son be lazy? The last time the emperor asked his ministers to figure out the account of the household department, he hasn't read it yet."

Sun Yuan was just finishing prescribing the prescription, Shi Shiran said: "Does your Highness feel all right? Could it be that Wei Chen's old eyesight is so dizzy that he even misdiagnosed and treated a small symptom?"

Qi Yupei immediately fell silent. Although this grandson is old and has a good temper, he hates patients who do not obey the doctor's orders the most. Years, do not harm anyone, do not speak nonsense, everyone in the palace respects him very much, the Luo family was pregnant with Qi Yupei on that day, he escaped death, if it were not for this Sun Yuanzheng, Qi Yupei would have entered the imperial mausoleum without even needing a preface, so with this Duan Yinyuan couldn't just push the old man back, so he had to give Qi Jin a bitter face, and said: "No, no, I just listen to what the courtyard is saying."

Only then was Sun Yuanzheng reluctantly satisfied: "The emperor just said it very well. Your Highness is not physically strong. The winter is dry and cold. It is more important to cultivate your breath and regulate your blood."

Qi Yupei had no choice but to obey, but who knew that just after returning to the East Palace, the master book presented a letter of request from the Marquis of Qing Ping, and when he unfolded it, it turned out to be a frank and bizarre stroke, not the usual style of pavilions in courts. Can't help but think to himself that the Qing Pinghou really doesn't understand the affairs, he just wants to be upright, and asks: "Where is Mu Mian?"

The chief book said: "Waiting in the Nuan Pavilion of the West Palace."

Qi Yupei thought for a while, and said: "Go and call Mu Zishi first, quietly, don't disturb Mu Mian."

When Mu Zishi came in, he was full of smiles, holding a stove covered with tiger flannel in his hand.

Qi Yupei saw that his face was red and pink from the cold, he was dressed warmly and beautifully, and he was wearing a new little hat with a circle of colorful fur on his head, and a thin tiger tail hanging down his back. Playful and cute, it seems that Biluo is very delicate and careful in taking care of his daily chores, so he immediately ordered the little eunuch next to him named He Baoer, and said: "Biluo is very good at serving Zishi, and I will reward her with three months' salary."

Bi Luo is gentle and beautiful, and everyone in the East Palace likes it very much. He Baoer was also happy for her after hearing the crown prince's reward, and went out to spread the word in a hurry.

Qi Yupei dismissed all the palace people around him, and waved to Mu Zishi: "Come here!"

Qi Yupei was sick and couldn't hold on, half lying on a beauty couch with a blanket over his body, his eyes were full of water, his chin was sharp, he looked like a painting.

Mu Zishi approached, felt that the prince was so weak and pitiful for no reason, so he stuffed his own stove into his blanket, and asked worriedly: "Your Highness, are you sick?"

Qi Yupei groaned, moved in, patted his side, and said with a smile: "You also come up to warm up."

After chatting that night, Mu Zishi lost a little respect for him and became more comfortable and intimate. He didn't feel presumptuous at the moment. He really climbed onto the short couch, but didn't get under the blanket, and knelt down on Qi Yupei Beside her, she tilted her head and looked carefully: "Go to bed and sleep well, your face is blue...Your Highness, do you have a fever?"

As he said that, he pressed his cold little hand to Qi Yupei's forehead, Qi Yupei moaned slightly, grabbed his hand and put it under the blanket, and said softly, "Don't make trouble, I'm very dizzy."

Mu Zishi sat quietly, lay down for a while, and pressed against Qi Yupei's chest, curled up into a soft and warm ball. Qi Yupei smelled the faint fragrance of ink on his body, and found that the sunlight penetrating through the window lattice was like golden powder, which is rare in winter. Vibrant color.

I don't know how long it has passed, time seems to be glued by a touch of honey, I feel quiet and peaceful, Qi Yupei almost thought he was asleep, but Mu Zishi's soft and sweet snoring sounded in his ears... Qi Yupei woke up with a start, bending his neck dumbfounded Looking at him, he saw that his thick eyelashes drooped, his lips were slightly pouty, and he was already sleeping very soundly.

Thinking in his heart, since Mu Zishi entered the East Palace study, he fell asleep at the time of Haishi. He was like this every day at a young age. Although he never complained, but if things go on like this, he might hurt the foundation of his body. It seems that he must be allowed to take a nap after lunch in the future. Just a moment.

Mu Zishi put one hand on Qi Yupei's skirt. On a whim, Qi Yupei played with his slender fingers and folded them one by one. When he found that it was as soft and stretchy as a newborn wicker, he had a whim, Putting his two fingers together, he wanted to tie a knot—but he forgot that other children still have bones in their fingers.

Even if Mu Zishi is a pig, he should be woken up by this moment.The two looked at each other for a moment, and Mu Zishi blinked: "Your Highness, what are you doing with my fingers?"

Qi Yupei felt a little bit unbearable to see his crystal clear eyes so close to him, but he had to harden his heart and ask: "Zi Shi, do you want to see your father?"