Princess is a handsome man

When Ye Zhang opened his eyes again, he was in Xiqi's palace, but it was a little different from the palace in Ye Zhang's impression.

Ye Zhang kept walking, and suddenly came to a mourning hall. White lanterns and white cloth were hung on the door. Looking inside, there was a little boy in plain clothes kneeling in the middle of the mourning hall. Looking at his back, he looked about five or six years old, standing next to him. There were a lot of maidservants in plain clothes, and what was out of place in this mourning hall was the red headband on the little boy's head, surrounded by white, that touch of red was particularly dazzling.

Ye Zhang went straight in, and no one looked up at him. Ye Zhang was not surprised, because he knew that he was in Feng Yun's dream at this moment, and no one could see him.

There was silence in the mourning hall, only the faint sobbing of the little boy. Ye Zhang stood behind the little boy and looked at his shaking shoulders. Ye Zhang stepped forward and knelt down. What are you holding back.

Ye Zhang stared at the little boy in front of him. The young boy's immature face resembled Feng Yun's somewhat, and then looked at the red hairband on his head. Could it be that this little boy was Feng Yun when he was a child.

A man dressed as a servant trotted over and said to the little boy kneeling on the ground: "Prince Fourteen, get up, it's time for your empress to be buried."

The fourteenth prince was indeed when Feng Yun was young.

Xiao Fengyun was still kneeling on the ground, motionless, the servant shook his head and waved to the guard behind him, who came forward and dragged Xiao Fengyun away.

Xiao Fengyun finally couldn't help it, and burst into tears, Ye Zhang stepped forward to stop him, but Naihe stretched out his hand and passed through, Ye Zhang could only watch Xiao Fengyun being dragged away, listening to him tearing his heart Lung-cracking crying, nothing can be done.

Feng Yun's mother was Concubine Rong of the first emperor, who died when she was young. Ye Zhang knew very little about her, only that she was a foreign princess from a certain tribe, who was brought into the harem by the first emperor after the tribe was besieged .

As soon as the screen changed, Ye Zhang came to the gate of a palace called Xuanyang Palace. Ye Zhang lifted his foot and walked in. There were a few maidservants scattered in the palace, and a woman's roar came from the main hall.

"You little nemesis, you beat your mother to death, and now you have to come to beat this palace." A woman held a ten-centimeter long silver needle in her hand, and said while pricking Xiao Fengyun who was kneeling on the ground: "Ben The palace is not favored and you are not favored, do you know what His Majesty means by putting you here, just to let you fend for yourself, you goddamn little nemesis..."

Ye Zhang squatted in front of Xiao Fengyun, Xiao Fengyun didn't shed any tears, but bit his lip firmly, neither complained of pain nor begged for mercy, just knelt so stubbornly.

Ye Zhang looked at Xiao Fengyun in front of him, and felt his heart was torn apart, it hurt so much.

When it was dark, Ye Zhang came to the imperial garden of the palace. The voices of several children chattering came from behind the flowers. Ye Zhang approached and saw that Xiao Fengyun was kicked and punched on the ground by some people who looked like princes. Ye Zhang did not Go up again, because he knows that he can't do anything, so he can only watch helplessly.

Xiao Fengyun suddenly broke free from the restraints and pushed one of them. The man fell down, touched the branch next to him with his hand, and cut a hole.

The man stood up and kicked Feng Yun: "You little bastard, you want to die!"

Xiao Fengyun fell down on the ground, his eyes were red, he stared fiercely at the few people in front of him and shouted: "Go away, you all go away, don't come here!"

"Hit me!" The person who was pushed just now said to the other people, and they stepped forward and punched and kicked Xiao Fengyun. Throwing it back, Xiao Fengyun was pushed into the pond.

Xiao Fengyun jumped up in the pond: "...help! Help!"

Seeing this, Ye Zhang quickly flew to the pond, reached out his hand to catch Xiao Fengyun, but he couldn't touch him at all, Ye Zhang was very anxious, what should I do! !Ye Zhang just knelt by the pond, watching Xiao Fengyun sinking gradually.

The people who beat up Xiao Fengyun ran away long ago, and a few maids and servants passed by and saw Fengyun in the pond, they all pretended to be nonchalant, and walked away quickly, Ye Zhang looked at these indifferent people, and his heart was also It sank together with Xiao Fengyun.

No, Feng Yun won't die, someone will definitely come, Ye Zhang was thinking so, a yellow figure flew towards the pond, stepped on the water, and lifted Xiao Fengyun out of the pond.

"Fourteenth brother, fourteenth brother..." The visitor patted Xiao Fengyun on the back and called anxiously.

Xiao Fengyun spit out two mouthfuls of water, coughed a few times, and looked at the person in front of him anxiously: "Who are you?"

"I'm your starling, don't you remember?"

"... Mynah?"

It turned out to be the eighth prince. The eighth prince was the most favored son of the late emperor after the death of the sixth prince. Everyone believed that the eighth prince must be the candidate for the next prince, but who knew that the eighth prince fell ill and died at the age of 20.

The screen rotated rapidly, and Ye Zhang came to the door of a mansion, and the plaque said Mausoleum Mansion.

At this time, the Eighth Prince had been named King of the Mausoleum. Ye Zhang approached the palace and saw a boy holding the Eighth Prince's hand, and said coquettishly, "Brother, you can accompany me to see it tomorrow, I am eight years old." Now, it's time to learn how to ride a horse!"

Ye Zhang took a closer look and found that this boy was Feng Yun. Compared with what he saw before, Feng Yun at this time had lost the immaturity on his face, showing a little heroism.

"Jiu Ming, Myna will have a meeting with some generals tomorrow."

Feng Yun lowered his head and sighed. Seeing this, the Eighth Prince went over and rubbed Feng Yun's head: "Okay, okay, Myna will accompany Jiuming to ride a horse."

Feng Yun raised his head and smiled: "Really?"

"real!"

On the lush green pasture, many people rode horses and galloped. The Eighth Prince led the horse and led Feng Yun for two laps, then got on his own horse and started to run.

"The King of Ling fell off his horse!" A guard came to report, Feng Yun was sitting on the rest table drinking water, the glass fell to the ground and shattered!

A bad idea appeared in Ye Zhang's mind.

Sure enough, the screen cut to the inner hall of the palace, a man dressed as an emperor paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and Feng Yun knelt at His Royal Highness.

Ye Zhang glanced at it, it should be the first emperor, the first emperor raised his hand and pushed down the memorial on the table, then walked up to Feng Yun, pointed at Feng Yun and cursed: "You really are a nemesis, and now you have killed your starling too! The next step is to kill the widow!"

It turns out that the Eighth Prince did not die of illness, but fell off a horse and died.

Ye Zhang looked at Feng Yun who was kneeling, Feng Yun didn't cry or speak, but looked at the ground with empty eyes.

The first emperor came to Feng Yun and raised his hand to slap Feng Yun. The crisp voice resounded in the hall: "You are still a widow's son!" The voice of grief and indignation filled Ye Zhang's ears.

Ye Zhang looked at the slap print on Feng Yun's face, and slowly stretched out his hand to caress it. Although he still couldn't touch it, Ye Zhang didn't withdraw his hand, and still maintained this movement.

Return your son, isn't Feng Yun your son?Ye Zhang closed his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.