On such a sultry night, there were no stars, no moon, and no wind. The sticky and wet sky was heavy and heavy, driving away the last trace of coolness in the night.
The dull and gloomy weather lasted for three whole days. The sky seemed to be holding a pool of boiling water, but it refused to hit the head. Instead, it was boiling the world as ruthlessly as Ling Chi.
A few dim yellow lanterns emitted a faint light in the dark night. A vague coughing sound could be heard from the closed palace door. Occasionally, a few servants or palace servants ran out in panic. Their expressions
Amid the sluggishness and fear, a few miserable paper lanterns trembled in their hands, and a few dim figures of people were drawn out. They discussed in the courtyard for a while but didn't know what to do.
Seeing that the third prince was becoming more and more ill day by day, the imperial doctor came over and prescribed many decoctions, but it did not make him any better. Now he is even more seriously ill.
Yu'an Palace has not had a steward for a long time. The palace servants discussed it outside. They are all low-level palace servants and are usually not welcomed. Now that it is dark and the palace doors are locked, they dare not open the palace doors.
Invite an imperial physician. You can only ask for an imperial physician with the permission of Your Majesty, the Queen Mother or the Queen. It is so late, and the three palaces must have rested. They are risking their lives to call the door. Please do not invite an imperial physician. Let the chief chamberlain know.
A plank is light.
Mu Anzhi was so groggy that he only remembered being poured bowl after bowl of decoction. The pain in his heart gradually became blurred, until there were cries inside and outside his dormitory, and he once again welcomed his relatives in front of his bed.
He didn't know that there was a grand funeral after his death, and he didn't know that all the timid palace servants in the palace were sacrificed in his tomb. He had nothing to express during his lifetime, but there was something worthy of special mention after his death.
How brothers are respectful to each other, how father and son are kind and filial, how deep the love between grandparents and grandchildren, these will be recorded bit by bit in the history books, becoming one of the few shining points in his short and dull life.
Mu Anzhi opened his eyes, and the gilded cotton silk bed curtain came into view in the dim light. He stared at the top of the bed for a while, then rubbed his eyes to confirm that it was indeed a brand new and dazzling gilded cotton silk, not the old one.
The faded curtains left only the dazzling glittering gold thread. Mu Anzhideng sat up. The lake silk quilt on his body, the gold pillow on the bedside, and even the lake silk mattress under him were all brand new and had not been worn for a long time.
Old items that have not been replaced.
Mu An pulled open the bed curtain, and Xiao Yi, who was dozing in the corner outside the bed, stood up in excitement, "Your Highness, you're awake!"
"Xiao Yi!" Mu Anzhi's face instantly turned pale, and he took three steps back on the bed. Wasn't Xiao Yi already killed with a stick?
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you? You have a nightmare." Xiao Yi's worried eyes with concern made Mu Anzhi's pounding heart gradually calm down. Yes, even if they meet underground, Xiao Yi is not someone else.
, this is the little chamberlain who has grown up with him since childhood, and is also his most loyal partner. Mu An grabbed Xiao Yi's hand that touched his forehead, but it felt warm, hot!
"Your Highness is awake." Two beautiful palace ladies pushed open the door and entered, followed by a group of pretty palace ladies, each holding clothes, shoes, socks, and toiletries, standing neatly in two rows, respectfully inviting Mu Anzhi to wash up in the morning.
Mu Anzhi was dressed in confusion by the palace servants. He wore a bright yellow prince's uniform, a gorgeous belt inlaid with gold, jade and orbs, and was as beautiful as water.
Peony vase carved door with peeling paint.
Morning food has been passed down outside, and the big red sandalwood table is full of his favorite snacks. This is morning food. After morning classes are over, breakfast will be served, and then he will continue to study in the study. After lunch, there will be half a meal
An hour's rest, and then the afternoon classes. These things seemed to have been engraved in his bones bit by bit, easily recalling his memories for many years. Mu Anzhi absentmindedly ate some snacks, and Xiao Yi held them in his hands to read.
books and accompany him to the study room to study.
The prince's morning classes are at Maochu time, so Yinmo basically has to get up and wash up. Especially since Yu'an Palace is far away from the study, Mu Anzhi will get up earlier, and Yinzhong will get up. At this time, there is still a full moon in the sky.
Hanging high, the night wind could not move the bright tile lantern in the hand of the chamberlain, so it had to flick it gently. The light was enough to illuminate the path under my feet, reflecting the vermilion of the palace wall beside me. The red tile lantern further away was a bit blurry.
It's not clear, and the ink-like darkness in the distance seems like the unpredictable life.
No, if all this is true, then Mu Anzhi's life is not unpredictable. He is fully aware of the mediocre, useless and aggrieved life that will follow.
Mu Anzhi did not notice the atmosphere in the study where the other brothers were avoiding him. He stared at the famous Zhuang Zhou Mengdie in "Zhuangzi" on the desk, his eyes were stiff, and the Tang scholar from the Hanlin Academy who taught him was rare and generous and did not say anything.
Until the morning class was over, Mu Anzhi was thinking, am I dreaming about butterflies, or are butterflies dreaming about me?
Or is it all just a ridiculous dream? Or am I still in a dream now?
Morning class is over.
Mu Anzhi took Xiao Yi back to Yu'an Palace for breakfast. His mind was on Zhuang Zhou and Butterfly, and he didn't even notice Xiao Yi's hesitant expression. As soon as he arrived at the palace gate, there was the chief chamberlain of Ci'en Palace.
Zhou Shao was waiting. When Zhou Shao saw Mu Anzhi, he immediately came forward and saluted, "The Queen Mother invites Your Highness to come over for breakfast. Today, the small kitchen of Ci'en Palace has made Your Highness's favorite crab roe steamed buns."
Mu Anzhi frowned. He did not want to see his grandmother, Queen Mother Lan. Just as he was about to refuse, Zhou Shao stepped forward and whispered, "The Queen Mother is just worried that His Highness will be unhappy, so she specially ordered me to invite His Highness to come and talk."
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Unhappy? What is he unhappy about?
Mu Anzhi looked at Xiao Yi's worried expression, and couldn't remember when in his dream it was. He gently pinched his palm with his nails, feeling a slight sting.
I am real now. Mu Anzhi reminded himself silently in his heart. Zhou Shao is still so respectful to him. He is still studying in the study. It can be seen that this is the time when he has not broken with Queen Mother Lan.
Along the way, I met countless palace servants. They were either holding something in their hands or walking in a hurry, but when they saw him, they all bowed aside and lowered their heads respectfully, otherwise they were a little presumptuous.
After walking for about a cup of tea, the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell. From a distance, I saw a glazed phoenix clad in colorful rays of light at the highest point of the glazed tiles on the roof of the palace. It bent its neck toward the sky, with colorful tail feathers flying behind it.
It flaps its wings and flies through the air.
This majestic palace is as luxurious and majestic as its inhabitants. At this time, Queen Mother Lan has not shown her cold majesty to Mu Anzhi. Like all gentle and loving grandmothers in the world, she feels heartbroken when she sees Mu Anzhi.
Holding people by her side, she has been like this since she was a child, as if she couldn't see that Mu Anzhi was now eighteen years old, and she still loved him as much as a child. Empress Dowager Lan sighed, and her words were gone.
With advice, "Don't be unhappy about these things. With so many royal grandchildren, grandma loves you the most. Grandma can't control other people, but in grandma's heart, it's best to keep you safe."
Mu Anzhi became increasingly puzzled, "Grandma Huang, what's wrong? I have nothing to feel unhappy about."
Empress Dowager Lan's eyes became more and more worried. She patted his hand and said comfortingly, "That's good. Later, you can go and congratulate your eldest brother in person. After all, it is a good day for him. Grandma loves you the most, but your father
The emperor's words make sense. After all, he is the elder and has been recommended by the ministers. This prince should be regarded as your eldest brother." After saying this, he sighed again, and this sigh contained so much heartache and injustice, almost almost
It immediately triggered the deepest wound in Mu Anzhi's heart.
Oh, so it turned out to be the day when the eldest brother was made the crown prince?
Anger, injustice, resentment, unwillingness...the emotions that bite into his heart all the time are almost overwhelming. The huge waves suddenly captured him after more than ten years. Mu Anzhi seemed to see the person from many years ago.
My young self disappeared forever into the deep sea full of hatred and resentment.
Those painful coughs, those bowls of bitter soup, those bleak years with nothing, those indifferent, ridiculing and dismissive... Those quiet days of illness that were like death were enough for him to put his short life to the end.
Life is recollected over and over again, until the anger subsides like the tide, and the unwillingness drifts away like soot. In the end, I find that if there are regrets and unwillingness in life, those regrets and unwillingness do not come from the things he has never got, but from him.
Everything I once had but didn’t cherish.
Mu Anzhi thought of something, stood up suddenly, and blurted out, "Did Ruyu go to court today?"
"I'm going to tell you this matter, but seeing you like this, how dare I tell you." Empress Dowager Lan didn't know if she was complaining or sighing, "Ruyu is also ignorant, which made your father very angry. I will reward you as a reward."
I gave him a slap in the face and now I'm carrying him back to Pei's house."
Mu Anzhi's face instantly turned pale. His tall and thin figure swayed and he almost fell. Zhou Shao quickly supported him with quick eyes and hands, but Mu Anzhi waved him away. He remembered that today is the day when his father established the crown prince.
, Pei Ruyu was his best friend since childhood, and he was aggrieved for this. When the court came to court, his father had lost the dignity of the emperor, and his anger turned into a court staff, and all of it hit Pei Ruyu.
If he remembered correctly, in a short time, his only friend would be banished to the far north and would never be seen again.
Mu Anzhi swallowed the bitterness in his mouth and said softly, "I'm going to see Ruyu. He is really crazy about reading. I am fighting for the position in the East Palace just because I want my father to look at me more. This position is actually not that important.
"When these words came out, it was as if there was a real bang in the air, and the heavy weight that was forcibly tied to his back was dispersed, and Mu Anzhi felt his whole body light up.
Yes, in his useless and short life, in his life of overestimating his abilities and dreaming of the East Palace, did he really want the East Palace? In fact, he just wanted that person to look at him one more time. In fact, it was not Pei Ruyu who was crazy.
He was too crazy. He thought this was his home, but in fact it was the Nine-layered Palace. He thought it was his father, but in fact it was a superior human king. He expected to get the feelings and warmth he had never received before, but he failed
I forgot how cruel those people are.
A tear rolled down the corner of Mu Anzhi's eye, reflecting a ray of light in the morning light and disappearing in an instant.
That person's pity is actually not as important as his friends, nor should it be more important than his life.
Mu Anzhi raised his feet and walked out of the palace. Outside the Zhumen, the bright golden light stung his eyes. He looked in shock at His Majesty the Emperor - his father, who was standing on the side of the Zhumen. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
He didn't know how long he had been standing outside or how long he had been listening. He asked himself that he had not said any taboo words. He bowed slightly and said, "I am already old. Please grant me a residence outside the palace. I would like to live separately."
Emperor Mu Xuan's face was expressionless, his sharp eyes were unfathomable, "You want to move out of the palace?"
"Your Majesty has mentioned before that my grandmother has kept me in the palace temporarily because I am still young. Now that I am old, please leave the palace and live separately." Mu Anzhi did not want to see this person again. After bowing again, Mu Anzhi left first.
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The moment he passed by, Emperor Mu Xuan discovered that his son, whom he had not taken a good look at for a long time, was actually as tall as him, but still had the skinny appearance of a young man, with a kind of thinness that could easily be broken.