Prince of Heaven

Jing Huai looked at the palace servants kneeling on the ground, but didn't speak immediately.

After a while, he said slowly: "It's really not good. If I listened to you, wouldn't I have slapped myself in the face?"

The leading palace man raised his head suspiciously, and seeing Jing Huai's gentle smile, he couldn't help shivering.

Jing Huai held the young man's hand and said slowly: "After all, I just boasted that no one in the palace can do anything to me except the emperor."

The boy's drooping eyelashes trembled, then he raised his head and looked at Jing Huai.

As if Jing Huai had sensed something, he tilted his head slightly, looked down, and looked at the boy as well.The boy's eyes were beautiful, and his eyelashes were thick and long. When he flicked them occasionally, it seemed to rub against the apex of people's hearts.

But in his eyes, there seems to be no expression, fear, happiness or nervousness, nothing can be seen.I don't know how moving it will be when these eyes are full of spirit.

Jing Huai pressed the corners of his mouth unhappily, and glanced at the palace servants again: "I don't want to leave an impression of arrogance when I meet someone for the first time."

"so--"

He paused for a moment, and then continued: "I don't think you would want to embarrass me, would you?"

He spoke plainly, but the palace people here are all elites who have lived in the palace for a long time, so they naturally heard the threat in Jing Huai's words.

Suspicions arose in their hearts, Jing Huai did not have the support of the Empress Dowager in the palace, where did he have the confidence to say such things?Could it be that he still has a hole card behind him?

The leading palace man was puzzled and said hastily: "I dare not."

Jing Huai didn't pay any attention to them, because the most urgent thing was to take care of the young man.

He led the boy around the screen and entered the inner room.

After telling the others to retreat, Jing Huai put the clothes on the shelf, and said, "Your clothes are wet, so change them first, after I finish my lecture today, I will ask you to go back to Duke Jin'an's mansion... By the way, What's your name, which palace's servant are you?"

The young man just took a piece of clothing from the shelf and hugged it in his arms, when he heard Jing Huai's words, the movement of his hands suddenly stopped, he lowered his head and said nothing.

Jing Huai waited for a while, and seeing that he was silent for a long time, he changed his mind and said, "Forget it, since you don't want to say it, I won't ask any more. When you return to Duke Jin'an's mansion with me, it will be a brand new one." Let me start. I will give you my name and identity again. It just so happens that soon after I return to Beijing, there is still a lack of a suitable servant to take care of me—even though I am a servant, you don’t need to do anything, just follow me.”

In the middle of speaking, Jing Huai suddenly changed his voice: "I have always been talking to myself, and I forgot to ask you."

His voice was cold and casual, but it was like spring water thawing, melting and flowing, word by word, crashing into the young man's heart:

"Will you come with me?"

The boy's fingers holding the clothes were tightened, and he raised his head unexpectedly.The light from the snow outside the window reflected in his eyes, adding some fine light.

He looked at Jing Huai and asked, "Why?"

This is the first time Jing Huai heard this young man speak today. His voice is very pleasant, with obvious youthful and immature, and a little hoarse. It should be caused by kneeling in the snow for too long, matching his age. The young appearance makes people feel distressed for no reason.

"Are you asking why I came to save you?"

The young man pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jing Huai thought for a while and replied, "Because you are very special and fit my heart."

In this world, there are not many people or things that fit Jinghuai's heart.

When the boy went out, the palace people had disappeared from the room, only Jing Huai was left, standing in front of the wall on the left looking at a painting.

The Suzaku in the painting spreads its wings with awe-inspiring air, leaving a fiery afterglow where it flies. The whole picture is full of bright hope, but also hides extremely destructive destructive power.

This is Suzaku, the god of faith that has never been lost for thousands of years.

This kind of painting can be seen everywhere in Liguo.

Regardless of whether they are dignitaries or ordinary people, as long as they are from the country, they must hang a picture of the Suzaku in their homes.

There are four countries on this continent, and each country has its own gods.Suzaku is the god of Liguo.Legend has it that God protects his country, protects his people, listens to and fulfills the wishes of his people.

But this is just a legend after all.The boy looked away expressionlessly.

He had called the Suzaku God countless times in his heart, but he never received a response.

God, after all, does not exist.

Jing Huai turned around.

The young man had already changed his clothes, and he seemed to have taken care of his appearance specially. His crooked hair was straightened up, and the few messy strands of hair scattered on his sideburns were also straightened out.Looking at it this way, it looks like a young son from a rich family, but this young man is just a little sick.

Jing Huai looked the boy up and down for a while, and then said, "Is this clothes a bit too big?"

After watching for a while, his eyes inevitably moved to the opponent's hand.

The five fingers of the young man's hands were long and slender, but upon closer inspection they were a bit swollen and purple. It looked like he had frostbite, but some places seemed to have been injured by a sharp weapon, and some old scars could still be seen from above.Because of the fair skin, these red and purple wounds looked shocking.

While Jing Huai was looking at him, the boy's hand subconsciously moved slightly, and he hidden his hand in his sleeve without any trace, firmly covering his ugly hand full of scars, leaving only a small piece of finger outside.

In this way, the clothes are much bigger than the people.

Jing Huai waved to him, so he walked over and stopped in front of Jing Huai.Jing Huai raised his hand and rubbed his head, sighing secretly.The boy is so cautious and cautious, and he doesn't know how much he has suffered in the palace.

Jing Huai asked, "How old is it?"

"Twelve." The boy's voice was low.

The boy is not tall, because of malnutrition, he is considered short among his peers and looks thin.Although he said he was twelve, he looked less than ten.

"You should be hungry, I asked them to prepare meals and hot soup." Jing Huai pointed to the opposite table, "You eat first, I have something to go out, you just wait here for me to come back to pick you up. "

As soon as Jing Huai finished speaking, the young man shook his body and then fell straight backward.He was startled, and hastily stepped forward and squatted down to hug the boy.

Jing Huai stretched out his hand to stick the sticker on the young man's forehead, it was astonishingly hot.

The boy has a fever.

Jing Huai couldn't help being annoyed and angry, annoyed that the young man was unwell but refused to disclose it at all, angry at himself for being careless and not even noticing it.

How can an ordinary child bear a little bit of pain, let alone the boy in front of him, who didn't let people see his discomfort until his body couldn't bear it and passed out.This is simply unbelievable.

Jing Huai hugged the young man in his arms, turned around and walked out the door, using lightness kung fu to fly over the eaves and walls all the way in the direction of leaving the palace.After a while, he reached the outermost palace wall, crossed this wall, and left the palace.

Not far from the palace gate, there was a carriage parked by the side of the road, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was waiting outside the carriage, constantly looking in the direction of the palace gate.

He came to take Jing Huai back to the palace under the order of Mrs. Jin An Gong, but one after another the officials all came out and returned home, but it was a long time before his son came out.

When he wanted to see through, he saw Jing Huai walking out from the shadows covered by high walls and trees, holding a thin boy in his arms.

The boy was overjoyed at first, and then his eyes widened: "Young Master, who is he?" After speaking, he thought that he shouldn't make the young master tired, so he quickly jumped off the carriage.

"My lord, give him to me."

"No need." Jing Huai passed him directly, and suddenly remembered something, stopped in his tracks, "Introduce bamboo."

"Son."

"Take my token and go to the eunuch order who is in charge of the eunuchs in the palace, and tell me that I have taken a person away, and I want to bring his identity token too." Jing Huai spoke very fast. Quickly, "Let eunuch Ling go to Hanzhang Palace, he will naturally know who I took away."

Jinghuai has a token, which was asked for from the emperor when the queen mother was there. Seeing the token is like seeing your majesty.After the Empress Dowager's death, out of filial piety considerations, the emperor did not immediately take back such a powerful token. Now that Jing Huai has learned from Mr. Wei, the emperor never opened his mouth to take back the token due to some kind of trade-off.

The servant named Yinzhu raised his feet and poked his head, trying to see who the person in Jing Huai's arms was, but before he could see clearly, Jing Huai had already given his orders.Yinzhu immediately stood up and replied: "My lord, I understand, I'll do it now."

When Yin Zhu finished speaking and raised his head again, Jing Huai had already disappeared.

In the main hall of Hanzhang Hall, the eldest prince's book.The third and fourth princes were playing around.

They were doing their own things when suddenly a palace official stood outside the door begging to see him.

The first prince put down the letter and looked up. This is the director eunuch of Hanzhang Hall. He mainly serves the princes' food and living in Hanzhang Hall on weekdays. He is also the leading palace man who just "persuaded" Jinghuai in the side hall.

"Eunuch Meng, what's the matter?" The First Prince called him in and asked.

Meng Wushi said: "To the eldest prince, Mr. Jing said that you and the third and fourth princes should read the book by themselves first. He has something to delay and come back later."

"I see, you can step back."

The eldest prince has always had no assertiveness, which is very similar to his mother Su Meiren, who is meek and weak, neither fighting nor grabbing, but whenever something happens, the first reaction is to calm down.

But Meng Wushi didn't move immediately, he quietly glanced at the third prince who was scribbling on the face of a maidservant.

The third prince is ten years old this year, the age at which boys are rejected by cats and dogs, and because his mother is the most beloved Mrs. Gouyue in the harem, Mrs. Gouyue loves her son like her life, so she raises him very arrogantly , On weekdays, he was unscrupulous, beating and scolding his servants at every turn.

Seeing that the eunuch didn't obey his order, the eldest prince's hands hidden in his sleeves tightened.He was still a minor after all, so he couldn't completely ignore such blatant disobedience and contempt of his servants.

He remembered what his mother Sumerian had told him to be patient, and gritted his teeth, but it still didn't happen.

Soon, the third prince dropped the toy in his hand, ran to Meng Wushi in a few steps, pointed at his head and said displeasedly: "Meng Wushi, why is he late? Doesn't he know that we are not only Is his student more his master? What is more important than us?"

Eunuch Meng showed a embarrassed expression: "Back to the third prince, Mr. Jing..."

The third prince said harshly: "What is he, tell me quickly! If you don't talk carefully, I will peel your skin off."

Meng Wushi hurriedly said: "Master Jing, he led the one you punished to kneel in the courtyard into the side hall."

The third prince swept out after hearing the words: "It's unreasonable, I'll go and have a look."

It didn't take a moment for the third prince's exasperated roar to sound outside: "Where did they go?"

Meng Wushi seemed to have been beaten again, and his voice sounded like he had a bun in his mouth: "Return to the third prince, and the slaves don't even know!"

"Useless stuff." The third prince was out of breath, and kicked Meng Wushi's waist again, causing him to yell "Ouch".

When Yinzhu and eunuch Ling came in, what they saw was the frightening scene of Hanzhang Hall.