The boss always wants to kill me

The spring is getting stronger and the flowers in the imperial garden are blooming and colorful. Zhao Chengsi is lying on the railing of the water pavilion, bored watching the colorful things that have been imprisoned in the frame year after year. "There are these flowers every year, and I'm tired of seeing them..."

"Almonds, walnuts, sing a play for this king." Zhao Chengsi turned around, leaned comfortably on the red porch pillar, and instructed Xingren to put down the cakes.

Bu Hetao bowed and saluted, cooperated with Xingren who was ready to stand in front of him, put on airs, took off his saber, pointed at Xingren's neck with the sheath, who was more than a head shorter than him, and said lamely: "Bold Demon girl, how dare you peek at our beautiful prince! Don’t you want those eyes!”

Xingren raised his head and winked, hugged the scabbard, and took two steps forward, rubbing the tip of his nose against the lapel of Bu Hetao's chest: "Walnut, please forgive me! No matter how daring the little one is, I dare not covet the prince's beauty." After speaking, he made a speech The act of poking your own eyes.

"Then why are you lurking in the imperial garden? What's the plan?" Bu Hetao stared.

Bu Hetao's face is really simple and honest, like a fat big yellow cat that occasionally crouches on the palace wall and is fattened by Zhao Chengsi. This stare has no deterrent power at all, but is very funny, which makes Zhao Chengsi can't help laughing .

"The little ones are lurking here for..." Xingren sniffled, raised her finger to touch the non-existent tears, opened her hands wide, and threw herself into Bu Hetao's arms, hugging them tightly, " For Master Walnut!"

Rao was just to make the prince laugh, they performed various impromptu repertoires in turn, Bu and Tao still looked aside shyly, wanting to hug back, but the hand holding the sword just froze in mid-air.

Xingren continued to say in an extremely delicate voice with full of emotion: "Master Walnut, I have admired you for a long time, and I can't bear to miss you patiently, so I can't help but peep in the courtyard, it's definitely not for the celestial lord ah!"

Not far away, a yellow figure flashed into the corner of the eye, it was the emperor.

Zhao Chengsi coughed lightly, sat up straight, and the two people who were hugging each other separated as quickly as lightning. They adjusted their original appearances, and stood back to their original places as if nothing had happened. Xingren cut a small piece of Baihua with a silver fork The cake was delivered to Zhao Chengsi's hands, but there was nothing abnormal on his face, but his ears were down to his exposed neck, but they were all red.

Why didn't Zhao Chengsi know what was on this little girl's mind, so he just pretended he didn't see him, got up and saluted the emperor who walked into the water pavilion: "Brother Huang."

"Excuse me." Zhao Chengyin waved back the eunuchs and maids, and all the people retreated outside the waterside pavilion.

There were only two brothers left in the waterside pavilion, Zhao Chengyin put down his airs of the Ninth Five-Year Lord, and pulled Zhao Chengsi back to sit on the bench: "Why, it's a rare spring, it's just that you are not very happy."

"Spring is good, but it lacks a bit of flavor." Zhao Chengsi casually twirled a crimson peach that was in front of him, twirled it a few times, curled his lips, and let go, the delicate flower fell silently to the surface of the water On the top, there are layers of ripples.

"What's missing?" Zhao Chengyin also picked a flower, and compared it to his younger brother, but Zhao Chengsi turned his head away in disgust.

"A whole piece of red, yellow, blue and purple, dazzled the eyes, and lost a little white." Although there are many flowers and plants in the palace, they are all in rich colors. There are white lotuses in the lotus pond, but the season has not yet arrived. Zhao Cheng Si pointed to the inconspicuous green grass under the camellia, and thought of the mountains and forests where the royal family’s secret villa was built hundreds of miles away. , Jade curtain flowers all over the mountains and plains."

"I haven't been to the secret village for many years." Zhao Chengyin smiled, his face was full of doting tenderness.

Zhao Chengsi asked expectantly: "Are you going this year?"

"If you want to go, you must go."

"Where is the secret village?"

The gentle spring breeze was suddenly replaced by a sharp whip wind, and the ruthless question rushed into his mind. Cangbi seemed to have experienced the punishment of whipping again, and opened his eyes in horror, but what caught his eyes was a pair of calm and peaceful black hair. eye.

Wuming was smearing the medicine on Cangbi's forehead, met his emerald green eyes, paused, put the medicine in his arms, and turned his back silently.

Cangbi glanced at the sky outside, it was still dark, and there was no commotion around, this dizziness should not have passed for a long time, and asked cautiously: "Master, you didn't go?"

"No, the guard guarding the rear window is back, you ruined my great opportunity." Wuming gritted his teeth, and the indifference just now disappeared.

Cangbi heaved a sigh of relief, glanced at Wuming's resolute side face, and after a long time, said in a tone like talking to himself: "I remember it."

The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and a few simple words broke the silence.

"I'm not a dead man, I'm the prince Zhao Chengsi, right?" The memory of this body flooded into his mind for a moment, which made Cangbi feel a little uncomfortable. He rubbed his forehead and got out of bed and walked around to Wuming. , "You took me as an apprentice, deliberately let me hear what Jing Zhaoyin did, and saw the sufferings of the people, just to make me full of resentment towards the court and the emperor brother, and then use my identity to sneak into the palace, It’s good to wait for the opportunity to kill the emperor, right?”

He didn't understand that although Wuming often put on a ruthless side, he did not actually hurt himself after all. Those whippings... only existed in the memory of this body, not Cangbi. What he saw, He just applied medicine to heal his wounds and arranged meals for himself. There was never a nameless person who said cruel words but did not do anything cruel.

Could it be that all of this is hypocrisy, just to make his pawn move well.

"Correct."

Wuming lowered his eyes, and only replied one word, but this word weighed as much as a thousand catties, smashing into Cangbi's heart.

Cangbi suddenly didn't seem to know this person anymore, staring carefully at the face that seemed to be tangled due to anger, he read a bit of hesitation in it as he wished, and tentatively said: "Brother Huang is not a stupid king who doesn't ask black and white, do you believe me?" I."

"I believe you?" Wuming raised his head, put his hands on Cangbi's neck, pushed him all the way back, and pressed him against the window sash, "You are his own brother, the current prince, and there is a bit of partiality among them. You know it yourself!"

There was no pain from Cangbi's neck that Cangbi expected, and Wuming's hands acted like a routine. Cangbi knew that they must be together day and night, which made Wuming soft-hearted towards herself. Someone knocked—the figures of the two were reflected on the window paper, and their unusual movements attracted the attention of the guards.

"My lord!" A guard pushed towards the window sash, and Cangbi pressed her back firmly. The people outside did not dare to exert force for fear of hurting the lord, so they shouted anxiously, "Let the people at the front door go and see what happened. ?”