Spirit of the Phoenix: 48. Fisherman

The anti-theft ratio is 80% and the time is 72 hours. If you buy enough, you can refresh and try. However, instead of being able to move out of the inner city, the nine-year-old little prince Lu Rui received two wet nurses from the high-spirited young empress Chen.

On the surface, they treated him like an ignorant baby, ignored him at all, and were utterly provocative.

However, there are two "nursing mothers", Yang Shi and Li Shi.

Being a court lady is too coquettish/coquettish/improper, let alone being a nurturing mother?

It is a shame and a shame that such a "nursing mother" is delivered to your door.

Although the little prince is young, he has already experienced great storms. He has witnessed his father transform from an ordinary carpenter into the most honored emperor in the world, and he has also witnessed how his mother "died of sudden illness" who lived with him day and night.

Empress Chen publicly insulted him, his face turned purple and he was ashamed, but he endured the grievance, and Xie En did not show the slightest neglect.

In the days that followed, he tried his best to treat everyone related to the queen with respect.

"Nurse Yang is an upright person," the little prince said sarcastically, "he pays great attention to rules and health preservation. Since she took charge of the East Palace, I have not eaten after lunch, and I am half hungry and half full at meals, not to mention meaty eggs, milk, etc. On the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, one must fast for the whole day after Tang Mu to clear the stomach.”

Tai'an's heart skipped a beat when he heard this: "...how is this health preservation? This is clearly going to starve you to death!"

The little boy about ten years old is just growing up, and he can't eat enough to eat every day, and he can't even eat a mouthful of meat.

Under the guise of being good for you, but all the tricks are used to kill you, this Empress Chen is really vicious, really too vicious.

Tai'an shuddered, and couldn't help raising his eyes, saying distressedly: "Then what happened afterwards? How did you get through it?"

The little prince shook his head lightly, prevaricating as if he didn't want to think about it: "...It's not worth mentioning. But in the past four years, I have received the great kindness and virtue of the Taifu, and I will never forget it."

In four years, he grew from a nine-year-old child to a thirteen-year-old boy.

But now, it happened that it was Pei Xianzhi, who was also a master and father in the past four years, who dealt him the final and most fatal blow.

On the night of Yang's death, there was a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. The ministers accompanied the attendants to drink to the moon, and the little prince accompanied the emperor. The father and son looked at each other. Although they couldn't speak clearly, they could see the loss and nostalgia in each other's eyes.

The little prince missed his mother, and the young emperor missed his wife who had been with him.

Toasting to each other, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, their father and son have superb acting skills, perfectly playing the qualified and low-key perfect emperor and sensible prince.

The little prince was in a state of pain and emotion. He endured a long time at the banquet without a grain of rice. He just felt that this Mid-Autumn Festival was extremely difficult. Although the emperor knew how sad he was, he didn't dare and couldn't make any further moves.

Fortunately, the always considerate and meticulous Taifu noticed the strangeness of the little prince in time, and after halfway through the banquet, he sent the little servant to call him over: "Birth parents are the foundation of people, and everyone has a heart of kindness and filial piety." .It's your nature to feel uncomfortable when the family is reunited like this tonight."

He lowered his voice and sighed with compassion, "If you are really sad, follow me to Lingyan Pavilion later."

"I'll prepare sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the palace." Taifu narrowed his eyes and smiled a little, "I'll have a couple of glasses with you, just as you and I have a drink on the moon to soothe our sorrows. "

Lingyan Pavilion is a place that the little prince is all too familiar with. A small building next to the Sanqing Hall is surrounded by towering trees that block out the sun, and the interior is cool and clear. There are thousands of volumes of books, and there are more than a hundred life-size portraits of meritorious officials.

Going in summer is very cool.

When the little prince arrived at Lingyan Pavilion, the Grand Tutor hadn't arrived yet.

He was not in a hurry, he pushed open the window edge and stood by the window on the second floor and looked up, seeing the bright lights in the imperial city, and felt that he was slowly gaining confidence.

A small palace man timidly placed fruit snacks not far behind him.

The little prince didn't notice, and didn't look back, until a burst of fragrance woke him up from the beautiful scenery in front of him.

The moonlight is bright and flawless, and everything around is silent. The little prince was shocked and turned around suddenly.

He is too careless! No defense tonight!

This burst of warm fragrance is strange, and he has no entourage to serve him personally. If someone wants to frame him, isn't this a good opportunity to say nothing?

The little prince has grown a little this year, he has lost his childishness, and now he has the appearance of a young man, suddenly there are many more Yingyingyanyans in the East Palace, all of them have their own strengths.

The little prince avoided him for fear of not being able to do so, he was very reserved in the palace and did not dare to say a word.

Xu Shi saw that the delicate and beautiful court ladies were useless, and his conscientious queen stepmother, so he sent a delicate and clever book boy and eunuch.

The little prince was already restrained, but he fell silent after that. He didn't need his servants to come forward to wash and change his clothes.

Luo Weiqi's foil powder fragrance, this seductive and ambiguous warm fragrance that fills the palace, is very much like the colorful palace maids in his East Palace, with their clothes fluttering and sending off bursts of fragrance.

The little prince was disgusted and suspicious, but quickly calmed himself down, straightened his clothes, his face sank like water, turned around and walked out of the hall like a leisurely stroll, and asked loudly: "Who is here?"

No one answered him. Only the paintings hanging in the hall collided gently, and more than a hundred heroes who have left their names in history for more than a hundred years are now hung on the wall of Lingyan Pavilion with similar features.

More than a hundred pairs of eyes looked at him kindly. He has been here many times in the past four years, and he is so familiar that he can point out the location of each painting with his eyes closed.

But at this time, the little prince felt a faint sense of uneasiness, as if someone was peeping at him through the characters in the painting, making him sweat all over his back in the cold autumn night.