Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

Shen Qingzhuo was stunned, unable to look away for a moment.

He has never seen such a pair of eyes, like obsidian soaked in the cold pool all year round, beautiful as they are, but without warmth and soul.

"I just... hug you in to warm up." Shen Qingzhuo explained subconsciously, completely forgetting who the culprit was that made the dumpling freeze.

Fortunately, Xuewawa didn't respond at all, and closed her eyelids again.

Maybe it was numb from the cold?

Shen Qingzhuo didn't delay any longer, and walked towards the hall.

There was a touch of blue sky between the white sky and the earth, and the fluttering snowflakes fell on the three thousand moss with nostalgia, but the little boy he was protecting in his arms was never stained by the wind and snow.

Xiao Dezi stared blankly at Young Master Qingjue's figure, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and trotted to keep up.

Ignoring the strange eyes of the little eunuch at the door, Shen Qingzhuo stepped into the inner room with the dumpling in his arms, and did not forget to tell Xiao Dezi: "Have someone fetch a bucket of hot water and a bucket of cold water, and find two clean and warm clothes."

Xiao Dezi: "Yes, my lord."

There is an incense burner in the bedroom, and the temperature is very different from the cold outside the hall door.

Shen Qingzhuo carefully put the dumpling on the bed, and was going to remove the icy padded coat for him first.

I don't know when Tuanzi started wearing this old cotton padded jacket. It was washed white and didn't look warm at all. Even children from ordinary families don't look so shabby in the winter.

With a soft "tsk", Shen Qingzhuo threw the cold and stiff cotton coat to the ground.

Before the hot water came in, he lifted the thick duvet on the couch, thought for a while, then sat on the edge of the bed by himself, hugged the dumpling into his arms, and wrapped the quilt together to cover the warmth.

"My lord, the hot water is here!" After waiting for a while, Xiao Dezi pushed open the door and directed the two young eunuchs to put down the wooden bucket and carry it into a larger bathtub. The inner room was immediately filled to the brim.

"Pour all the hot water in first, and then mix it with cold water." Shen Qingzhuo sat on the couch and instructed them, "The temperature of the water is about [-] degrees - forget it, I will do it myself."

Fortunately, he has relevant common sense. If a person with frostbite is soaked in hot water, the skin damage will be aggravated. He must first rewarm quickly with warm water at about [-] degrees, and then carry out subsequent treatment.

Shen Qingzhuo lifted a corner of the quilt, and was about to put down the dumpling in his arms, when he lowered his head, he met his black and white eyes.

For a moment, he seemed to glimpse a cold and biting killing intent from it.In the blink of an eye again, she realized that her dark and beautiful eyes were obviously filled with fear and anxiety.

He didn't know whether it was the cold or the fear, Xiao Shen hid back stiffly, his teeth chattered when he spoke: "I didn't..."

"Your Highness, the punishment is over." Shen Qingzhuo tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, and took advantage of the opportunity to get up and stay on the bed.

He walked to the bathtub, leaned over to add cold water, and patiently tested the temperature of the water with the back of his hand. He felt that it was almost ready, and then turned around to ask Tuanzi for his opinion: "Your Highness, do you want me to hug you, or do you come by yourself?"

As soon as he turned around, he saw Tuanzi sitting on the couch, holding the corner of the quilt tightly with both hands, and looking at him suspiciously.

Shen Qingzhuo had no choice but to stand where he was, carefully recalling the plot of this passage in the original book.

In the winter of Guangxi's 23rd year, when the original owner served as the seventh prince's attendant for less than three months, he gave Tuanzi such a "big gift".Fortunately in the misfortune, today he stopped the penalty kneeling in the snow in time to avoid more serious consequences.

So, when exactly did Xiao Shen start to blacken?

In the book, there are not many descriptions of the tyrant's experience when he was young, and this time point is not clearly written. It is only known that the seventh prince murdered the first time when he was 16 years old. He designed and drowned the fourth prince unconsciously.

At this time, Xiao Shen was only 12 years old, and there were still four years before he committed the murder, so there should be room for redemption.

But think about it differently, if he is the one who has suffered malice and torture for a long time, even if he hasn't turned black at this moment, he must be nothing. He will definitely not naively believe that the original owner suddenly changed his gender.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and the same is true for thawing.

"Xiao Dezi." Thinking of this, Shen Qingzhuo turned his back and ordered lightly, "Wait for Your Highness to enter the water, add hot water when the water is cold, and soak for a quarter of an hour repeatedly."

Xiao Dezi responded and walked towards the bed. This time, Tuanzi's resistance was not so strong.

Shen Qingzhuo stepped out of the bedroom.

He waited outside for a while, and suddenly remembered that he didn't know what he looked like now, so he asked the little maid to find him a bronze mirror.

The production level of Dayong was similar to that of the Ming Dynasty, and the figure reflected in the Linghua bronze mirror was quite clear.

The original owner was nineteen years old and had not yet been crowned. She had black silky long hair in half a bundle, eyebrows like ink paintings, and narrow and long eyes with slightly upturned tails. Even the tear mole under her eyes was exactly the same.

It's just that the face in the bronze mirror is more delicate and beautiful than his original appearance, and the eyebrows and eyes are a little more gloomy.

Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help feeling a strange feeling in his heart. The original owner had the same name and surname as him, and they even looked so similar. Could this be the reason why the system selected him?

"My lord, Your Highness is ready." He was in a trance when Xiao Dezi walked out quickly and told him.

"Okay." Shen Qingzhuo put down the bronze mirror, stood up and opened the door to enter.

As soon as I entered, I saw a child holding on to a solid wooden screen, wearing an obviously ill-fitting white undershirt.

Only then did Shen Qingzhuo see the true size of the dumpling. It was short and skinny, and it might really be a small dumpling when curled up.

At the same time, Xiao Shen also saw him, and the small red and swollen hands holding the screen tightened, like some kind of conditioned reflex carved in his body.

Shen Qingzhuo walked around the screen calmly, staying far away from Tuanzi, "Xiao Dezi, please send His Highness back."

Originally, he planned to check on Tuanzi's body again, but since he was so alert, it was better to let him go back to rest.

What's more, excessive eagerness does not fit Shen Qingzhuo's current personality.

Xiao Dezi replied: "Your servant understands."

Under the care of Xiao Dezi, Xiao Shen put on the cotton-padded clothes smoothly, but his calves were still shaking, obviously he couldn't fully recover in a short time.

Shen Qingzhuo glanced at the furnishings in the room, took off a new snow cape from the carved hanger, walked up to Tuanzi, and put it on for him.

Xiao Shen's whole body was stiff, his thin back tensed, obviously he was not used to the sudden tenderness from the other party, and he didn't dare to break free easily.

"In the past, His Highness was punished in a reasonable manner, but today it is indeed severe." Shen Qingzhuo excused himself in a flat tone, fastened the belt flexibly with his slender and white fingers, and tied a beautiful bow.

After tidying up the snow cloak, he took a step back, "Your Highness doesn't need to come to listen to the lecture these days, let's talk about it after the snow melts."

In this way, both of them have a buffer time.

Xiao Shen lowered his eyelashes and turned around silently.

It wasn't until Bai Tuanzi's figure disappeared before his eyes that Shen Qingzhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Is this level barely passed?

But then I thought again, given the harsh environment in the cold palace, wouldn't it be very dangerous for Tuanzi to fall ill with a fever overnight?

After thinking about it, Shen Qingzhuo told the little maid standing by: "Go to the imperial hospital to get some medicines, just say that I accidentally caught a cold, and I have some fever and cough."

The little maid asked with concern: "My lord, do you want to invite the imperial physician for consultation?"

"No, you can grab the medicine." Shen Qingzhuo waved his hand, "By the way, it's too cold, so bring back some chilblain ointment for preparation."

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After dismissing the eunuchs and maids, the inner room returned to silence, and Shen Qingzhuo walked slowly to the desk.

The deer-shaped paperweight carved from white jade is pressed against the high-quality plain paper, and the ink in the inkstone has not yet completely dried up.He raised his pen and rolled up his sleeves, dipped the brush in the ink, and wrote the second half of the unfinished line on the paper.

"Is there no intention of returning to the end of the world, and the return date of Zhengnai is not expected." [1]

There are only a few pens in the novel about this weak proton, and the most length is the part where he was hacked into pieces.

The original owner is undoubtedly a villain to the young seventh prince, but in fact, he is also a poor person. He was regarded as an abandoned son by his father and brother, and he walked on thin ice in the palace. Many things must be beyond his control.

It's just that when the victim turns into the perpetrator, he is no longer innocent.

And in this palace, who is the real innocent person?

Shen Qingzhuo stopped writing, and unexpectedly discovered that his handwriting was very similar to the original owner's, almost to the point of being fake.

He observed carefully for a moment, put the brush back on the pen holder, and began to sort out the plot of the original book in his mind, trying not to miss every detail.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Dezi gently knocked on the door: "My lord, it's getting dark, I'll light the lamp."

Only then did Shen Qingzhuo realize that it was already dark outside the window.

At a quarter of the hour, the small dining room in Jiyue Pavilion served dinner in time.

Mutton crystal dumplings, hot old goose soup, the goose meat was boiled so soft that it didn't stick to the teeth, and the table was full of delicious delicacies, and Shen Qingzhuo felt a little greasy after eating two mouthfuls, and a thin figure unconsciously appeared in front of him.

The original owner first entered the palace, since he was studying with the prince, he naturally lived with the prince in the East Palace.Until three months ago, he was ordered to give lectures to the Seventh Prince, and Emperor Xuanwu gave him the Jiyue Pavilion near the cold palace.

It's funny to say that Emperor Xuanwu would rather give a proton a separate residence and provide him with food and drink every day than move his own son out of the cold palace, as if he deliberately wanted to make Xiao Shen suffer.

After Shen Qingzhuo simply finished his dinner, he asked everyone else to leave, leaving only Xiao Dezi to wait by his side.

After some deliberation, he decided to invite the young eunuch to join the group, "Xiao Dezi, let's take a walk in the cold palace."

Xiao Dezi looked very surprised: "My lord, are you going to the cold palace?"

"En." Shen Qingzhuo looked calm, "Go and see how His Highness is doing."

"My lord..." Xiao Dezi couldn't bear it, he hesitated for a moment, but he mustered up his courage to persuade him, "Just now when the slaves sent His Highness the Seventh Prince back, His Highness couldn't even stand still, my lord..."

Shen Qing glanced at him: "What are you thinking? I'm afraid that something will happen to His Highness at night, and the responsibility will fall on your young master."

Xiao Dezi immediately raised his hand and slapped himself across the face, "Damn this servant, how dare you presumptuously guess what you mean!"

"Okay, I know your intentions are good." Shen Qingzhuo didn't show his expression on the surface, but he secretly thought in his heart that he really didn't misunderstand the person.

He walked to the case and blew out the candle, "Don't disturb the others."

The snow was much lighter at night, Xiao Dezi lit up a lantern, and the master and servant walked towards the cold palace.

Fortunately, Jiyue Pavilion is very close to Lenggong, and they arrived at their destination not long after.

The so-called cold palace is actually the abandoned concubine's palace. It is located in a secluded place, inaccessible all year round, standing silently and dilapidated in the snowy night.

"My lord, the snow is deep in the cold palace, you should be careful." Xiao Dezi said softly, and pushed open the heavy palace door with a "squeak".

As soon as he entered the door, there was a gloomy cold air that penetrated directly into the collar, and there was no eunuch and maid on duty in the huge palace, which looked very eerie.

Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help imagining some scary scenes, such as the empress concubine who couldn't imagine hanging herself here...

"My lord, His Highness the Seventh Prince lives in this room." Xiao Dezi pointed to the side hall on the east side.

Shen Qingzhuo was startled, and pretended to be calm and tightened the snow cape tightly, "Well, let's go in and take a look, and move gently."

There was still black smoke released from the burning of inferior black charcoal in the house. With the light of the snow outside the window, he scanned around. Chen Shi was shockingly simple, with only a table and a bed.

And a small bag bulged on the bed.

Shen Qingzhuo walked over silently, first touched the quilt, and felt that it was as cold as iron, without any heat, it should be that he hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

He raised his hand to grope up again, and when he touched Tuanzi's exposed forehead, his palm retracted a bit from the heat.

"Xiao Dezi." He called in a low voice, took the lantern from Xiao Dezi's hand, and carefully observed Tuanzi's reddened face by the candlelight.

Tuanzi seemed to be having a nightmare, sleeping very restlessly, her pale lips parted slightly, and her little brows were tightly wrinkled into the word Chuan, looking very painful.

If it burns overnight, I'm afraid it will burn out my brain.

Wait, burn out your brain?

Shen Qingzhuo's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the battle between heaven and man began in his heart.

If the Seventh Prince's little head is really burnt out, and it is impossible for him to become the ultimate villain in the future and kill everyone in this book, wouldn't he just lie down and complete the task?

But after all, the level of medical treatment in ancient times was low, and no one in the cold palace cared about taking care of Tuanzi. If he accidentally killed someone, his mission would directly fail.

Or the person did not die, but suffered from other causes of illness, and in the end he still had to be severely credited.

Under the balance between the two, Shen Qingzhuo decided that it was more important to save people first.

However, before he could take any action, Xiao Shen on the bed suddenly opened his eyes as if he had sensed something.

Shen Qingzhuo froze, trying to show a gentle and kind smile, trying to comfort the awakened Tuanzi.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Shen woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, and when he opened his eyes, he found a man with disheveled hair standing in front of the bed, holding a red lantern in his hand, and showing him a sinister smile. I want to open my mouth and eat him.

"Ah—" half-awake, the young little tyrant couldn't help but let out a terrified cry.

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Note [1] is from "Partridge Sky·Ten Mile Towers Leaning on Cuiwei".

Qing Zhuo: Damn it, I am so good-looking, how can I look like a male ghost?

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