Qu clear as promised

Liang Hui doesn't know if the former crown prince really had that kind of thought for Zhu Zhiyi, but when he was a child before he was expelled from the palace, he saw Zhu Zhiyi waving ink to celebrate his birthday at the late emperor's birthday. Brother Huang personally grinds ink and brushes for him.

Liang Hui was in a very remote corner, peeping from afar.

The jade-faced boy in the red robe and gold crown, holding a sword and wielding ink, has a pure figure, an imposing manner like a rainbow, like a bright moon, and is unparalleled in beauty.

The string, bamboo, shengle, and festivities in the palace have nothing to do with Liang Huizuo, who was put into the cold palace. He was dressed in rags, and he walked through the long empty palace road with a bucket alone. Dirty the eyes above.

There are few men in the cold palace, and all the dirty work is assigned to him. As time goes by, no one remembers that he was also a prince, especially after his mother and concubine were tortured to madness and died.

His status as the heir of the emperor was like an original sin, reminding the late emperor of his immorality, and the people at the top didn't like it, so the people below naturally helped to bury and kill him, as if Liang Hui had never existed in the world.

Xiao Liang Hui took the risk of being whipped by the aunt in charge to watch Zhu Xing's dancing sword and ink, not on purpose, but just glanced at it and didn't move anymore.

At that time, Zhu Zhiyi was like an immortal, who could be seen from a distance but not played with. Many princes and princes in the capital wanted to make friends with him, and they looked dirty for fear of offending them.

Liang Hui, dressed in plain gray and gloomy, looked up at the moon in the sky like weeds. He never expected that after many years, this fallen bright moon could fall into his arms.

"The emperor wants to see it?" Zhu Zhiyi didn't know what he was thinking, so he said something to himself, "The lamp was dropped by the officers and soldiers who ransacked the house when my grandfather had an accident."

Liang Hui's mood improved inexplicably, and he didn't feel annoyed when he heard the thorn in his words, so he smiled good-naturedly: "It's okay, I will pay for a new one this year."

"..." Did he mean that, Zhu Zhiyi should not answer, Liang Hui said again, "Qinggui will get better soon, I will take you to play in the snow."

Zhu Zhiyi didn't overhear the words at all, and didn't want to come together the next day, so she saw a snowman piled up in the courtyard through the window.

The snow had stopped, and a few skylarks were sitting on the house and screaming on the branches. The snowman had two branches as arms, pine cones as eyes, and a crooked head. It was very funny. Zhu Zhiyi went to the window with his eyes wide open. Looking at it, it was very novel. He hesitated for a moment, and just about to reach out to touch it, Liang Hui came in with porridge.

Zhu Zhiyi quickly withdrew her hand, and returned to that square and steady demeanor. Liang Hui curled up her lips, pretending not to notice, and said, "Are you awake?"

"Your Majesty." Zhu Zhiyi bowed to him, even in illness.

Liang Hui was too lazy to try to turn him around, and he didn't ask him to waive the courtesy. Zhu Zhiyi's courtesy was impossible to avoid, so he directly asked, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore," Zhu Zhiyi felt a little awkward thinking that Liang Hui took care of him overnight, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Liang Hui pointed to the millet porridge: "To pad the belly, I also took the medicine."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi had a headache. He wasn't coquettish, but when the case of the former crown prince came to light, he was implicated by his grandfather and forced into the prison for interrogation. Fusi Beizhen poured medicine on him in an attempt to beat him into a trick. Since then, Zhu Zhiyi has become obsessed with these black and bitter soups and medicines, and retched after smelling them.

Seeing him dawdling, Liang Hui was rather speechless, raised his chin, and threatened softly: "Does Qing Gui still want me to feed you?"

"..."

Liang Hui seemed to have nothing to do with this man. Knowing that he was soft but not hard, he pointed to the snowman outside the window and said, "Drink quickly, it's watching."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi asked, "Where did the snowman come from?" The snow was not heavy in the morning, and it would take five o'clock to make a pile of such a big one.

Liang Hui poured a lot of candied fruit into the porcelain flower plate. The doctor was about to change the prescription this morning. He took a quick look at the medicinal materials, and it must be bitterer than yesterday's: "It grew by itself."

Zhu Zhiyi: "..."

It was rare to see him deflated, Liang Huiwei frowned slightly, and asked, "Does Qinggui think this snowman looks familiar?"

Zhu Zhiyi raised her head, looked at him and then at the snowman in the courtyard, until she recognized a mole between its eyebrows, with an indescribable expression: "Who is the emperor piled up?"

"You know I made it again." Didn't you ask how the snowman came here just now, Liang Hui looked at him with a smile in his spare time.

"..."

Qiao brought in the medicine soup, Liang Hui took it, and pushed it in front of him: "Qinggui is better after drinking the medicine, I will take you to play in the snow."

Zhu Zhiyi's eyes turned dark when he saw the thick and bitter thing, sat up straight, and said very respectfully, "I'm done." He was sweating profusely from being served last night, and now his mind is clear.

Liang Hui directly reached out his hand to touch his forehead, it was not burning, but: "The cold air must be completely gone."

After he finished speaking, he stood beside Zhu Zhiyi with his hands behind his back and waited. Zhu Zhiyi was made uncomfortable by him, so he gritted his teeth and drank it. After eating most of the plate of honey fruit, his mouth still felt bitter.

The heavy snow continued for a few days. Zhu Zhiyi had a cold that came and went quickly. The road was blocked by heavy snow and he couldn't go back to the palace. Liang Hui promised to take him to play in the snow.

Liang Hui ordered Zhang Fuhai not to let anyone enter the back mountain garden. He and Zhu Zhiyi squatted under the pine tree to watch the grasshoppers under the thick snow quilt move and watch the squirrels picking pine nuts in winter.

"use this."

Zhu Zhiyi took the long Jian Wanhua mirror from his hand and fiddled with it, not knowing how to use it, he had never played with it before.This is not in line with his identity and personality, but when he came back to his senses, he was already watching the ants move in front of the tree hole.

Liang Hui came over from behind, leaned close, held his hand and taught him to adjust the mirror frame. This was donated by a Western envoy, and he could see extremely fine things. Zhu Zhiyi gradually became interested, and used it to look at the dry trees bird's nest.

He used to be ignorant and uninterested in the world outside the book, but now that he has seen it, he realizes that he used to be narrow-minded and boring. I have seen real "green ant new fermented wine, red clay small stove."

He thought of the snowman this morning, and squatted down on the ground to knead a ball of snow. The sand and snow were so loose that they couldn't condense. Liang Hui approached him, took it, pressed his hands together, and said to him, "Qinggui's strength is too weak."

"...then you come."

Still not convinced, Liang Hui gave a low laugh. He took the snowball. His hand bones were slender and strong, and his fingers were beautiful. Against the white snow, he had a provocative and sexy look, but there were many scars on the base of the fingers and the pulp. Zhiyi finds it dazzling.

"What does Qing Gui want to pile up?"

Zhu Zhiyi thought for a moment and said, "Leopard."

Liang Hui raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay." He thought Zhu Zhiyi would like sheep, rabbits, and the like.

Liang Hui taught him with his hands: "You can't scatter your fingers, they can't hold the snow."

"Try hard here to get the snow to bind."

"You can look for seeds under the tree. It may need a pair of eyes."

Under his gaze, Zhu Zhiyi was very stressed, flustered, and rarely knew what to do. Liang Hui touched his fingertips: "It's so cold."

Zhu Zhiyi's fingers trembled when he touched her.

Liang Hui took the ball of snow in his hand seriously: "Forget it, I'll do it."

"..."