I bumped into Third Brother today. I had heard that Third Brother had knelt in Yuzhao Palace for three days, and I couldn't bear it. Is that one child the only one in my father's eyes?
Chu Mingyuan was only ten years old at that time, but he clearly knew that if he didn't work hard, the other princes would suffer the same fate as him.
The three of them walked in front of and two behind each other in the green shade filled with the fragrance of flowers, without any conversation.
Only before meeting the emperor, Chu Ningcai said lightly, "Thank you!"
Chu Mingyuan smiled slightly, "Third brother is serious, we are all our father's children, this is the most important thing."
Nodding and looking at each other seemed to be a huge commitment.
The palace of Youzhao Palace was very large, and he walked to the main room after walking for a long time. The fragrance of orchids in the palace was like the endless tenderness of Jiangnan, and the luxurious decoration in the palace made him speechless.
It seemed that if it hadn't been for this time, he would have never known that his father, the palace where he lived all day long, had such a luxurious place comparable to heaven.
When he reached the end of the flower fragrance, he raised his eyes and saw his father, who was dressed in bright yellow.
As for the five-year-old child, the younger brother born to Concubine Han, he can be called that for the time being.
Chu Junhuan, who was still very young at the time, was very curious and close to his elder brothers when he saw them. However, when he was about to step forward, he was pulled back by his father.
Chu Ningtian, Chu Mingyuan and others knelt on the ground. Because Chu Haotian had fainted, he was carried away by the internal officials and placed there.
"I heard that you knelt outside the palace gate for three days?" Father didn't seem to care and described such a thing lightly.
But his hand was tightly holding the five-year-old child's little hand, caring for it as if he would be injured if he was not careful.
"Yes..." Chu Ningtian's voice was filled with a little despair, as if it was coming from underground.
"Father, my mother and concubine are not well. I still think of my father in my dream..." When Chu Ningtian thought of his sick mother and concubine, he endured the loss and whispered, as if praying.
The dark glazed eyes of the five-year-old child looked at Chu Ningtian's face curiously. He could not understand the sadness and unwillingness hidden on the young boy's face.
The emperor was silent, as if he was looking at the words on the case very attentively. He had just written a few big characters. After a while, he said in a doting voice again, "Huan'er, I didn't write this character carefully enough. Father
The emperor wants to punish you."
Hearing such a doting voice, Chu Ningtian felt a sour ripple in his heart.
His little hands were clenched tightly into a strong fist, trembling secretly. He was really scared, afraid that he would be impulsive. If it weren't for his mother and concubine, he would definitely have an attack at this time, an attack...
Another pair of small hands covered his fist and held it tightly, as if it was a strange comfort.
Chu Ningtian turned around and saw a smile from Chu Mingyuan. He squeezed his hand tightly, as if it was an agreement.
"Father, Empress Shu is ill. Third brother has been kneeling outside the palace for three days. Are you asking you to go and see Empress Shu?" The voice of the five-year-old child was tender and cute.
The emperor then smiled slightly, as if inadvertently, his eyes still did not leave Chu Junhuan's little hand, "Yes, I have forgotten about this matter. Ningtian, you go back first. I will visit your mother and concubine tomorrow at court.
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When he spoke, his voice was a little faint, but it still stirred up quite a whirlpool in Chu Ningtian's heart.