The power of rebirth

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Book Title: The Power of Rebirth

Author: Xiaocheng Commoner

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Dressed in moonlight silk, triple vermilion gauze, can't wrap up the whole body, can't wrap up a few strands of blue silk.

A few strands of blue hair fell to the ground, nine scars on the top of the head, with a lifetime of grievances in mind.I only hope that after a long time, the grievances and grievances will be gone without a trace...

Let go of life and death in the world, everything in the world will eventually die.

Some words written in front.

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★There are thunder points, the reading abuses the body and mind, and the high-energy props in this article haunt.

★It is not a gentle article to accept that incompetence can be dispelled.

★Minesweeper: The emperor, the ghost, and the black slag are in power!Awkward and arrogant, there are buns haunting, plus some white lotus flowers, false brothers

Content tags: Marquis of the court, rebirth of a rich and powerful family

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ming Han (Ye Qianshang), Ming Yuan┃Supporting roles: Situ Qing, Ling Fengxiao. ┃Others: Xiaocheng Commoner

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☆, the soul bird of crossing

In the winter of the 35th year of the Northern Han Dynasty, Changle Palace.

Outside the pavilion, flocks of crows disappeared into the sky after leaving a few hoarse calls.

Song Ye was standing in the wind and snow wearing a black dragon cloak with golden silk, motionless and looking into the distance.

It has been half a month since he crossed here inexplicably, and luckily turned into a prince... From the unbelievable at the beginning to the present, it's safe now... Wouldn't it be more appropriate to say helpless?

Song Ye let out a long sigh. As we all know, the prince of the Northern Han Dynasty suffered from a strange disease when he was young, and then lost his voice, that is to say, he is... dumb.While being shocked, he also tried to speak, but his voice was out of his control, and he couldn't even babble.

Song Ye even heard this bit of news from those court ladies and eunuchs.He has a lot of doubts, but he can't ask questions, makes gestures blindly and others can't understand him, although he has acquired good handwriting since childhood, he is too lazy to write... Most of the time he spends blindly reading ancient books by himself, or like Now looking at the distance in a daze.

The weather was too cold, his hands that seemed to be grasped and stretched were already red from the cold, and he had already lost consciousness...

"Your Highness... you fell into the water last time and you have not recovered from the wind and cold, and now your body is tight. If you get sick again in the freezing cold, even if you have ten lives, I will not be able to bear it... ah... Ahhhhh. "

Hearing the sound, Song Ye looked down at the eunuch who had been kneeling on the ground, with snot and tears running down his face, and then leaned over and wrote a few words on the snow: You go back first...

The eunuch immediately knocked his forehead on the snow, and whimpered, "Your Highness, I beg you, you have been standing here for an hour, if you let the empress know, you will definitely punish this servant for not caring enough."

As soon as the eunuch finished speaking, a hearty voice came from behind, "Bold slave! How dare you use the queen to blackmail my wise and mighty Crown Prince! Whether you want to go back to the room, and when to go back to the room is up to you to wait for the lowly slave!"

Song Ye turned around when he heard the sound, and saw a man in a long green robe, holding an out-of-date paper fan, coming straight towards him.

"The humble minister kowtowed to the prince, and the prince is a thousand years old...".

Song Ye was about to make a gesture of flattening his body, but the man stood up.First, he patted the snowflakes on his body with a fan, and then two lines of hot tears burst out of his eyes, "Your Highness... I heard that you fell into the moat just now when I returned to Beijing, and your head is still a little dull... Now seeing you I'm fine, and I'm at ease."

Song Ye sized up the long green robe. This man neither wore an official uniform nor had anything to match his identity. He... who was he?

When the visitor saw that Song Ye was ignoring him, he looked aggrieved and his emotions were just right, tears were about to come out, which made people feel pity at first glance.

"Could it be that the prince doesn't even remember me..."

Song Ye still had a cold face and shook his head indifferently.

"Forget it...the prince will be ill, I don't care too much." The man wiped the corner of his eyes with his sleeve: "My surname is Situ, and my name is one Qing, and the name is Lingfeng. I have followed the prince since I was a child, and now... I have no grades and no grades now. official."

It turned out to be an accompanying student... I was so arrogant just now, and I became a university official.Song Ye sneered inwardly, and then walked straight towards the bedroom, leaving the two behind with astonished faces.

When Situ Qing waited for Song Ye to enter the room, he immediately grabbed the eunuch's shoulder and said, "Fugui, the prince today...why do I feel that something is wrong? Shouldn't he make a gesture with me on weekdays? Then talk to me over wine." ?"

Fugui made a gesture of silence, and then whispered: "After the prince woke up, he alienated a lot from the servants, even when he became tempered, he didn't answer any questions, as if we were all air , We slaves dare not ask in detail."

"I see." Situ Qing nodded.

In the room, Song Ye was drawing the unfinished painting in the morning.

"What is the prince painting?" Before Song Ye could react, the painting had already fallen into Situ Qing's hands. "She's still a beauty..." Situ Qing frowned slightly suspiciously, and then looked at Song Ye meaningfully: "How does His Royal Highness know the appearance of the prime minister's daughter today? Miss Su doesn't leave her door." , has been raised in a deep boudoir... If I hadn't met by chance that day when I visited the Prime Minister's Mansion with my father, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to meet him in this life."

The prime minister's daughter?Miss Su?Song Ye obviously painted the person he has always liked in modern times, but he just changed into an ancient costume. Could it be that... Song Ye's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing the flash of light in the prince's eyes, Situ Qing had some suspicions in his heart. He put down the picture scroll and said in a regretful tone: "If the prince hadn't been killed by those traitors half a month ago, Miss Su would have been the princess already. .

wedding?with who?Could it be the daughter of the prime minister he mentioned?Song Ye only knew that the prince slipped and fell into the moat. Could there be some conspiracy in between?

"Prince...His Royal Highness?" Seeing that Song Ye was in a daze again, Situ Qing let out a long sigh, "I said, Your Highness, do you still have the time to be dazed now? The fact that you fell into the water was obviously done by those who coveted the position of Prince, so I also ask you to think about it and take every step. Although the queen is protecting you, you have to leave a way out... Although the sixth prince loves to live in seclusion and stay away from court affairs since childhood; the seventh prince tends to be masculine and lewd. Concubine Yi, the birth mother of the eleventh prince, belongs to the sturdy nomadic family in the grassland, and his party members are both inside and out. The strength of his party members cannot be underestimated... Although the thirteenth prince is usually on good terms with you, he must be on guard against others! have……"

Song Ye listened to Situ Qing nagging for more than half an hour. He had an unbearable headache and was tired, so he stretched out his hand to interrupt him.

The eunuch beside him supported Song Ye and said to Situ Qing: "Please come back today, the prince is not feeling well right now."

Song Ye waited for the chatterbox and the eunuch to go down, then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

It was already night when he woke up again, his throat seemed to be crawling with tens of thousands of ants, and it was unbearably hot and itchy.He got up and went to the table to drink a glass of water, then picked up the painting next to him, thinking about Situ Qing's words.The indifferent eyes in the daytime gradually became gentle.

"Have you time-traveled too? Is that you?"

A strange but haunting voice entered Song Ye's ears.He was startled at first, and then touched his Adam's apple in disbelief, "How is it possible...cough cough." Maybe it was because he had lost his voice for many years before, and the words he said just now were a little hoarse...

Song Ye couldn't believe it and repeated a few words. He didn't understand why his voice, which had been abandoned for many years, could suddenly produce sound again, and the itchiness in his throat just now seemed to have subsided a bit.

Could it be that like in martial arts, the prince fell into the water and his body was eroded by the cold water, but the veins all over his body were opened up instead?

After a long time, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Song Ye's mouth.He could even feel the blood in his body gradually start to rush, "Soul wear? Dumb prince? The prime minister's daughter? Interesting..."

As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp sound outside the house.

"Who?" Song Ye grabbed his clothes and put them on his body, and kicked the door open. The surrounding area was pitch black, except for the flickering palace lanterns blown by the cold wind.

啊啊啊……一阵惨叫直逼宋烨耳膜，抬头仔细一看，漆黑的屋檐上赫然立着什么，宋烨松一口气：还好是只乌鸦，要不然……

Song Ye went back to the room and put away the scroll, took off his coat, put on his nightgown, loosened his waist-length hair, held a solitary lamp in his hand, and walked slowly to the mirror. The person in the mirror had a thin body, and his skin was as smooth as white porcelain , the light and shadow linger; the eyebrows are affectionate, the eyebrows are flying, the lips are red and the teeth are white; when you smile, you are charming, and when you are angry, you are cold...

Song Ye sighed again, there is such a stunning person in the world, no wonder the ancients preferred masculinity... It's a pity that he is a man.Song Ye walked to the window lattice, looked at the strange lights outside the window, and secretly had a thought in his heart: all kinds of things in that era have nothing to do with him, and now the identity of the prince is what he can control.From now on, he is the prince of the Northern Han Dynasty, Ming Yuan!

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☆、Deep Palace Shadow

A month later.

Ming Yuan was sleeping in a daze, when he heard a noise outside his dream...

"Oh, I said Mr. Situ, it's too early for you, the prince hasn't woken up yet, why don't you come back after breakfast?"

The visitor pushed Fugui away and walked to the prince's bedroom without authorization, "It's still early? The sun is already drying your ass! The ministers have been waiting for a long time at the Meridian Gate! The prince will inherit the throne in the future, so lazy... How decent!"

Song Ye rubbed his eyes.I looked up and looked out the window, it was pitch black, it was Beijing time...it was about four o'clock in the morning.Were all the ancients sick, waking up so early...

As soon as Situ Qing entered the room, he saw the prince sitting on the bed and looking out the window.

Situ Qing knelt under the bed, "Prince... I heard from my father that the old men from the Ministry of Rites made a memorial to impeach the prince again yesterday. It's just... there are still some things I don't know whether to say or not?"

Ming Yuan stretched his waist and nodded.

Situ Qing immediately said: "From ancient times to the present, there has never been a dumb emperor... how can he issue orders on the battlefield, rush to kill the enemy, and the momentum cannot overwhelm the enemy, and the generals will not obey? Let me ask the Northern Han Dynasty Prince Mingyuan how to do it?" The king is in the world! Become the overlord of one party! Therefore, they petitioned to abolish the crown prince and re-establish the crown prince!"

Having said that, Fugui seemed to be used to the scene, and walked over with the folded clothes: "Prince...the servant will change your clothes for you."

Mingyuan did not expect that one day he would be caught in this battle of emperors!Getting up and getting dressed, he walked to the desk, Fugui lit the lamp, and Mingyuan wrote a line by the light: "If you come...you can rest in peace."

Situ Qing stood aside, wanting to say something...Suddenly there was a sharp and high-pitched voice from outside the hall: "The imperial decree has arrived..."

In an instant, a grey-haired eunuch with a ruddy complexion floated in with a smile on his face, and then stared at Ming Yuan gloomily: "His Royal Highness... Kneel and accept."

"By God's fortune, the emperor's edict said: Prince Mingyuan is a noble character, filial piety is good, and both civil and military. I have watched it for a long time, and it is very comforting to my heart. Now I am approaching age. The daughter of my prime minister, Mrs. Su, is virtuous and virtuous. Wai Huizhong, with elegant manners, rites and deeds, Zhong Lingyuxiu has the talent of singing catkins, and now she is waiting for the word "Golden Boudoir". Therefore, I have decreed that I will be crowned princess, and I will get married in three months. This..."

The eunuch Lanhua opened her fingers and handed the imperial decree to Mingyuan, "Congratulations to His Royal Highness the prince's upcoming wedding, this old slave is still preparing for the prince's wedding, so I will leave first."

Situ Qing spoke for him, "Thank you, Eunuch Zhao..."

Mingyuan has been staring at the imperial decree inlaid with gold thread, the calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, and the jade seal seal is majestic, just like a royal atmosphere.

This is... the imperial decree?Really tall!

"The fourth prince, the fifth prince, and the thirteenth prince are asking to see..." the eunuch outside the palace reported.

Situ Qing patted the table: "These snobbish eyes were still on the main hall yesterday and followed those gangsters to add fuel and jealousy. As soon as Eunuch Zhao left, they immediately followed! Fugui! You go and tell them ...Our prince is just recovering from a serious illness and needs to recuperate...it is not suitable to see guests!"

Fugui curled his lips, hum, who the hell is pestering my prince all the time, and he has the nerve to say someone else!

"Oh... I said Brother Situ, you are serious. It's not that we don't come, but the empress has issued an imperial decree that no one is allowed to disturb the prince while he is recovering. I have to come to congratulate you." The fourth prince Mingche walked in with a smile on his face, "I learned that the prince's brother is getting married today, so I don't have anything to give away. This is the East China Sea Night Pearl that I got by chance a few years ago. There are only two of these in the world. , I hope the prince will not be disgusted with it."

Afterwards, the Fifth Prince Ming Yin followed in with a waiter, who came in a big box and a small box, "Oh...my brother prince, you dote on Situ Qing too much on weekdays, but it's just the book boy who accompanied you to study when you were young. Look at how dare to issue orders to us princes now, there is no sense!"

Situ Qing immediately rushed in front of Ming Yuan and immediately bowed, "The Fifth Prince's lesson is..."

"This is more or less the same. These are a pair of black jade and a pair of eight treasure vases. Although they are not as rare as the fourth brother's, they are also the most valuable things in my palace."

Ming Yuan looked at Ruyi and Ye Mingzhu, and his heart was trembling. You must know that he is a jewelry designer in his old profession, and he also likes to collect antiques on weekdays.Although the prince's mansion is extremely expensive, he didn't find a single item he liked. According to Fugui, the prince is very frugal, donating all valuable things to the national treasury...

Mingyuan nodded in satisfaction, signaling Fugui to accept the things.

"Then what should Weidi do? I see that my brothers are either rare treasures or ancient jade treasures. But... my brother knows that there is no shortage of anything in the Prince's Mansion, so I will not give away expensive things. I just asked the imperial dining room to make them this morning." Sweet-scented osmanthus honey and poria cocos paste, I remember my third brother’s favorite food when I was a child. And the last time I went to Jiangnan to bring some spices back, I’m sure it will please the future princess.” The thirteenth prince said as he opened the food box and handed it Give Mingyuan a piece.

Mingyuan hates sweets the most, but he couldn't lose face, so he took a small bite and nodded in appreciation.

After eating the cakes and collecting the presents, several big men shared a room, and the prince who was the host sat there drinking tea all the time and did not participate in the conversation of those princes.The fourth prince, Mingche, was drinking tea, and couldn't help but said: "Since ancient times, the elders and children have been orderly, and the third brother was born with the title of prince. It really makes the younger brothers envious. I only hope that when the prince ascends the throne, he will not treat the younger brothers Swords meet well."

The fifth prince Ming Yin glanced at the expressionless Ming Yuan, and then said: "Fourth brother, I am too worried. The father is strong and strong. There are many variables in the matter of ascending the throne. Besides, the court ministers' memorial to impeach the prince Hit it."

Situ Qing couldn't stand listening anymore. The two brothers sang together to embarrass the prince. "The fifth prince must also know the meaning of the emperor's marriage to the prince."

"Haha... That's true, but it's good that the prince's mute disease is cured... If it can't be cured, then it's hard to say." The fourth prince looked at the prince provocatively.

Ming Yuan didn't understand, how noble this prince is, how dare these brothers be so presumptuous?

The thirteenth prince looked at the situation, immediately interjected and told a few jokes, the low pressure just now became lively instantly, everyone in the room laughed, even Fugui couldn't help laughing, but Mingyuan didn't... …To say that Ming Yuan didn’t stop laughing on purpose, it’s just that he couldn’t find any point of laughter in those polite sentences, and only after everyone in the room laughed did he begin to recollect what he just said...

After the princes left, Situ Qing was indignant: "It's all because the prince was too kind and didn't gain prestige. Today, those princes are allowed to humiliate the prince at will because the prince can't speak."

Ming Yuan leaned over the desk to write and draw, and ignored him.

From morning to evening, there was an endless stream of people from the Northern Han Dynasty, from the royal nobles to the civil and military officials, to give gifts, and Mingyuan saw them all today.Although he didn't do anything all day, just sitting there made his body a little unbearable, so he took an early rest.

In the middle of the night, Mingyuan felt a commotion outside the house.

"Fu..." As soon as Mingyuan opened his lips, a strange but ecstatic voice came out of his mouth, as if reminding him not to say, he is the dumb prince of the Northern Han Dynasty...

All the buildings in this palace are made of wood and are a bit old. The house will be somewhat contaminated with a decayed atmosphere. In addition, the ancients loved to burn incense. The strong smell made Mingyuan's chest feel a little oppressed.

Mingyuan got up and saw Fugui fell asleep leaning on the pillar, so he put on his clothes, went to the window sill and opened the window.A burst of cold moisture instantly penetrated into his body through the gaps in his clothes.

It turned out to be raining... The sound of the pattering rain sounded profound and somewhat gloomy in this quiet palace.

Mingyuan is on the third floor of the sleeping hall, and the terrain is high. From here, you can see a small part of Changle Palace.

It was pitch black outside the window, and even the sight of the place where the palace lantern was lit was blurred.

A gust of cold wind blew in with icy rain, Mingyuan subconsciously took a step back, and wanted to close the window and go back to bed, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the palace wall... as if there was a figure standing there?Who would be there in the middle of the night?Could it be the maid and eunuch on duty? ... No, that figure is very tall, even taller than him... Who could it be?When Mingyuan got closer and wanted to take a closer look, the figure just now disappeared...

"Your Highness...why are you up? It's rainy and humid. You've been tired for another day. You'd better go back to bed and rest." Fugui yawned and said in a strong nasal voice.

Occasionally, a few crows could be heard in the distance, and Mingyuan looked at the place where there were only flickering palace lanterns and tree shadows swaying back and forth, but he was a little dazed.

Is it wrong?Maybe I read it wrong...

The next day, the rain had stopped.

Mingyuan was wrapped in a cloak, standing outside the hall, looking at a few flowers lying on the wet ground, maybe it was soaked in rain for too long and the temperature was extremely low, so the flowers and colors were a bit ruined.

Fugui knelt down to pick up one, and said suspiciously: "This summer hasn't arrived yet, how come the Albizia julibrissin blooms?...Besides, this albizia juliensis has long been listed as a forbidden flower in the palace...Mo Speaking of our Yongle Palace, even the entire Northern Han Dynasty Palace would not have one flower." Fugui hurriedly put away the remaining flowers, still muttering, "If the empress finds out about this, she should be angry again. gone."

Forbidden flowers?What's the secret here?But...how could this flower appear in the uterus for no reason?

At this moment, the figure standing here last night suddenly appeared in Mingyuan's mind...

Is it...

"Prince... just now the clothes supervisor sent you the dress you will wear on your wedding day, and my servant will take you to have a look. If there is anything you are not satisfied with, I will send them to do it." Fugui wiped it off. Yu Shui continued to say, "Would you like to pay your respects to the Emperor and the Empress?"

Ming Yuan nodded, and glanced at the place just now.

Also... since he woke up, except for the queen who came to him every now and then...he really didn't take the initiative to visit this pair of ancient parents.

Weiyang Palace is not far from Changle Palace, only three cups of tea.

Although the prince's soul is no longer the original one, his body is still connected with the queen's blood, so that every time he sees the lofty queen, he will feel a little wanting to get close.

After never coming out of the Yang Palace, Ming Yuan felt a little touched. Although the queen was nagging there all by herself, he could feel from the words that the queen loved the dumb prince very much.Presumably she paid a lot for the crown prince when she was young.

"Oh, look at this servant's memory. Just now, Eunuch Zhao ordered his servant to follow him to the House of Internal Affairs to get some things. Why did he forget about it when he came out now?" Fugui patted his thin skin lightly. cheek, "Prince... I will go in and send a maid to take you back."

Mingyuan waved his hand to signal no need.

The buildings here are not as symmetrical as the Forbidden City, and there are rules to follow. Most of the palaces fluctuate with the terrain.Mingyuan walked along a road for a long time, feeling that the terrain had dropped in vain, and continued walking through several deep alleys...

Um?It doesn't seem to be the way back... Lost?

Ming Yuan originally wanted to find a eunuch or a court lady, but there was no one there...

This place is very strange... There are obviously more trees than the places I have seen before.The humidity was also heavier, and the water vapor condensed in the lower place floated here, and Mingyuan felt a little colder on his body.

In a trance, there seemed to be a sound of wind and people chanting from the depths of the woods.Mingyuan walked forward for a while, and a hidden palace suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.The difference from Changle Palace is that... the walls here are a little bit down, and the color has become decadent, as if it has been abandoned for a long time.

Ming Yuan gently pushed the door open... a burst of coldness rushed straight to his forehead.Then he saw a tall and straight man wearing a black green crown, a red sandalwood robe inside a black Zen robe, and a beast-shaped blood jade on his waist.

"The jade face is not as beautiful as a jackdaw, but it still brings the shadow of Zhaoyang's sun." The man was waving the sword in his hand... The surrounding birds scattered in fright.

Good skills, such a strong aura, who is he?How would it appear here……

The man seemed to have noticed something, and immediately turned around, before his eyes fell on Ming Yuan, his hand was already on his neck, and the sword was against his heart...

Mingyuan held his breath, he knew that if he moved a little more, the sword peak would pierce his heart.Ming Yuan met those dark eyes... Murderous aura filled him, as if he was being sucked into a pool of cursed water, making it difficult to move.He could clearly feel a scorching force restraining him on his neck, and he felt extremely painful even if he took a breath...

(Note: The content of the imperial decree is Du Niang's rough Lai Da)

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☆, new soul and old bag

When the man saw Nether Abyss clearly, the killing intent and resentment just now vanished into nothingness in an instant, and no emotion could be found in his misty eyes... Then he let go of his hand,

"This is not where you should come..." The man turned his back to Nether Abyss and put away his sharp sword.

Stop it, that means you know me... No, if you know me, why don't you salute me, not even a title?

To the man's surprise, Mingyuan walked into the house, and when he came back, he had more paper and pens in his hand...

Ming Yuan spread the paper on the stone table, and after finishing writing, he blew on the wet ink and handed it to the man.

Lost... How to get to Yongle Palace?

The man's face was still icy cold, he glanced lightly and said, "Out of this palace, walk along the road to a higher place, and when you get to a place with people, someone will take you back."

Ming Yuan picked up the pen: "Thank you..." The tip of the pen paused for a moment and wrote: "I don't know how to call you, young master?"

The man raised his head and stared at Mingyuan, his eyes quickly flashed an undetectable expression, the two confronted each other quietly for a while, and then the man slowly said: "Ye... Qianshang"

The voice is so special, thick and powerful like old wine, but the aftertaste of the words is still lingering in my ears.Are the voices of ancient people so beautiful?

Ye Qianshang?There are thousands of volumes of poems and thousands of cups of wine. I have looked at the king several times.Sure enough, a good name!How many times have you ever looked at Hou Wang?With such a broad-mindedness and courage, this person is definitely not an ordinary person...

Mingyuan hadn't had time to see his face clearly just now, but seeing him at a close distance...it's really eye-catching, the words handsome are no longer worthy of describing...

His majestic appearance reveals a trace of something he can't say... His appearance as a prince is already rare in the world, but he didn't expect this person in front of him to make him a little crazy... I don't know why, although Ye Qianshang just treated him that night... Swords are facing each other, but he has no trace of fear...

"You should go..."

"I wonder if I can come to you in the future?"

"Looking for me?" Ye Qianshang stroked his sharp sword, "Why..."

"Teach me to dance..." The pen tip stopped on the paper, and the excess ink seeped into the paper and invaded the stone table, but the word 'sword' was not written.

Looking for him...for what?Ming Yuan was a little unbelievable to himself...he would say such an abrupt thing to a stranger...not to mention why he asked like that.

"see a visitor out……"

With a swish... The sharp sword was sheathed, and Ye Qianshang got up and disappeared from Ming Yuan's sight.

Hehe...have you been ordered to evict?Mingyuan walked out of the palace with some disappointment, and took a deep look at the closed gate...

It seems that sometimes it doesn't mean that you can settle down as soon as you come... If it is modern, just make a friend and talk straight. Now he is the prince of the Northern Han Dynasty. If he said the wrong thing or believed in the wrong person, wait His will be more terrible than death...

According to what Ye Qianshang said, Mingyuan soon found the way back, and the higher the terrain, the more people in the palace.Before he could ask for directions, he heard Fugui yelling, "Prince...His Royal Highness".

Fugui is now leading the bearers behind him to rush here, "My dear prince, where are you going, but the slave is so anxious that he almost told the emperor and queen."

Mingyuan ignored Fugui, got on the sedan chair and closed his eyes as if thinking about something.

Back in Changle Palace, Mingyuan didn't have breakfast, but walked from the bedroom to the study and then from the study to the bedroom, as if he was looking for something.

"His Royal Highness, you can just order the servant whatever you want...you" Suddenly, Ming Yuan's eyes lit up and he pushed Fugui away, and took a dark green sword from the wall behind him.The hilt of the sword has been polished as smooth as porcelain. It seems that the prince knew swordsmanship before, but... how to dance with this sword?Ming Yuan made two gestures blindly, but did not have a formed move at all.

Fugui looked suspiciously at Mingyuan gesticulating, and couldn't help but said, "Prince, you were quite good at martial arts before, why since you woke up...you can't even do a single move? "

After Fugui's words fell, Mingyuan stopped what he was doing, and threw the sword to Fugui casually. He knew that now he should try his best to make his words and deeds conform to the status of the prince. Naturally, things that he is not good at now... have to Just avoid it.

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A few days later, Mingyuan wrote and drew in the study after having breakfast as usual.At this time, Fugui would always repeat a sentence: "Mr. Situ...you are here, the crown prince is in the study."

Mingyuan saw that the person had changed into a bamboo green robe, and there were many cheap-looking jade pendants around his waist, and he walked over with two jugs of wine with a smile on his face: "Prince, a new wine shop opened outside Nancheng a few days ago. Asked for some sweet-scented osmanthus wine." Situ Qing put the jug on the table, turned to Fugui: "Go get some wine glasses, I want to drink with the prince."

Ming Yuan put down his pen and stared at Situ Qing who had been pestering him all day for a while.How good is the relationship between this prince and this other, that he allows this person to leave Changle Palace freely, and even speak more intimately.

Situ Qing filled the wine and handed it to Ming Yuan: "Prince, try it...Although it is not as good as the court tribute wine, the sweet-scented osmanthus brewed in the past few decades is considered a treasure in the homes of ordinary people."

Ming Yuan took the wine glass, and an elegant fragrance wafted from his nostrils.Take a sip, this wine is thicker than ordinary wine, with a slightly astringent taste on the lips and tongue, and then it is endlessly sweet.You can see the bottom of it when you sip the wine glass. The wine brewed by the ancients really has a different taste.

"It is said in folklore that if you put sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the chest of love, you will be able to stay with each other for three lives in the reincarnation... I will send you a few jars after the prince gets married. You can put this sweet-scented osmanthus wine on... ... Tu Zai..." Situ Qing knew that his words were out of proportion and immediately changed the subject, "What does the prince write in the room all day?" He picked up the paper sign in front of Ming Yuan and read: "Poetry ten thousand volumes , a thousand cups of wine, how many times have you set your sights on King Hou... Why should you look at the prince since he is the King?"

Ming Yuan pulled back the paper stick and looked at the wine glass for a while, then wrote: "Do you know the name of the lowest and coldest palace in the Northern Han Dynasty, and how to get there?"

Situ Qing put down his wine glass, thought for a while and said, "The Imperial Palace of the Northern Han Dynasty is so big, how could the ministers without rank or officials know about such hidden places? Could it be that the crown prince is talking about the cold palace?"

Leng Gong?Is it the place where concubines were imprisoned in ancient times?It's really cold there...

"Mr. Situ, are you drinking too much? The Leng Palace was demolished and rebuilt as a resting place for court ladies many years ago. Besides, the lowest part of our Northern Han Palace is clearly..."

Situ Qing snatched Fugui's words and said, "Bold! Fugui... how can you, a little eunuch, say about the forbidden things in the palace! Do you want the queen to peel your skin and throw it into a mass grave? Hmm?"

Fugui looked at Situ Qing, who was usually gentle and refined, suddenly his expression changed drastically, and then he looked at Ming Yuan, and then he seemed to think of something, pop! "The slave deserves to die, the slave deserves to die, just now... just now, the slave made a mistake."

Situ Qing glanced at Ming Yuan nervously, "Prince...Suddenly remembered that my father has something to do with me, so I will leave first..." Before Ming Yuan could react, he had already disappeared.

Sure enough...is it unusual there?Mingyuan opened the ball of paper again, picked up a pen and wrote next to the poem: Ye Qianshang...

***

Just after midnight, the sound of curfew drums was heard from far away.The palace, which was not noisy at first, became silent in an instant, only the hissing sound of burning candles on the table.

In the era of war, the curfew time has passed, and the whole city is blocked, and no one is allowed to enter or leave.Although the palace will be safer, but in order to prevent the prince from forming a party in private, those who do not hold a special token are not allowed to enter or leave without authorization.

There are already a lot of paper signs piled up on Mingyuan's desk, is it already this late?

When he got up, he accidentally rubbed against the jug, and half of the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine was smashed to the ground in an instant, flowing all the way to Ming Yuan's feet, soaking the ground-reaching robe.The smell of wine also instantly invaded the sense of smell of Mingyuan...

He's supposed to like drinking wine?

Hearing the sound, Fugui ran in immediately, saw the wine spilled all over the ground, and immediately cleaned it up, "The prince didn't drink alcohol before, it's all because Situ Qing always brings wine to the prince."

After these days of observation, Ming Yuanjue's Fugui people are honest and responsible, and can be used by him.He quickly wrote a paper sign: Take me to the place Bai Ri said...

"Prince...you...what are you talking about, I don't understand." Fugui showed fear.

"If you don't take me there, then you don't follow me anymore.

With a bang, Fugui knelt on the ground, "Prince ... slaves can follow you, if you do n’t want to be slaves, slaves ... slaves ... slaves oh."

Seeing Fugui crying sadly, Mingyuan left the study by himself.

"Prince...Prince, wait for me..."

At this moment, Mingyuan followed Fugui along a dark and damp alley.The terrain dropped sharply along the way, and Fugui felt frightened when he saw the gloomy surroundings. He trembled and said, "Prince...how about we go back, if the queen finds out?" The palace appeared before their eyes...

Fugui's eyes widened, and he followed behind Ming Yuan, "Could this be..."

Mingyuan handed Fugui a note: "Go back first, so as not to be suspicious. I'll be back in half an hour." Then he took the palace lantern from Fugui's hand.

Mingyuan walked to the front of the palace and looked back to see that Fugui had gone back.He raised his hand to knock on the door, but put it down again: This...wouldn't it be too abrupt?What should I say when I see Qianshang?

It was pitch black everywhere, and the cold wind blew past the branches. Occasionally, a few crows flew over with a scream.

Ming Yuan raised his head to look at the plaque covered with spider webs by the moonlight: Why did he not see a eunuch or maid in this palace... not even a palace lantern?

Who the hell is he?The deposed prince?No... After he went back, he looked up the secret history of the palace, and he knew all the princes like the back of his hand.

Is that person a ghost?If he hadn't traveled through time himself, he wouldn't believe in ghosts and gods when he died in modern times.

Ming Yuan was lost in thought when suddenly a voice came from behind: "You... finally came"

Ming Yuan quickly turned around, only to see a black figure standing under a big tree, the shadow covered his appearance, and there seemed to be something gleaming around his waist... and he seemed to have seen that figure somewhere before.

The voice was also somewhat similar to Ye Qianshang's, the difference was that the voice was not as cold as the previous few days, but it seemed to have a bit of tenderness.

Mingyuan held the lamp, but couldn't see the other side clearly, he walked forward a few