Three days later, the boat passed the dangerous rapids and the river suddenly opened up.
We have arrived at Dengcheng Prefecture, the first stop of the southern tour.
This place was originally a famous land of fish and rice. After the completion of the Yinchuan Grand Canal, it developed rapidly and became an important town in the south of the Yangtze River. It is the pride of the current emperor.
On the day of arrival, the emperor took a carriage and toured around.
To the people of Dengcheng Prefecture, an important canal town, Xie Zhaolin was definitely a good emperor who got things done.
The people of the Wei Dynasty were open-minded, and along the way, the common people threw flowers and cheered, making the atmosphere extremely lively.
The emperor was so pleased that even his headache was relieved.
"… Your Majesty, look, the grain of our Dengcheng Prefecture is shipped to various places at this port," Dengcheng Prefecture put four fingers together and introduced the scene in front of the emperor with a smile on his face, "these merchant ships in front of us are preparing to go to Yongdu."
Wen Qingci, who was accompanying the emperor as a Hanlin, stood not far behind the emperor.
He also looked towards the river in the direction pointed by the prefect.
The wide waterway of the Yinchuan Grand Canal is filled with fully loaded cargo ships.
What comes into view is a lively scene of hundreds of boats competing with each other.
Seeing this, the emperor smiled with relief.
But Wen Qingci behind him couldn't help but complain in his heart...
The small town where I lived in my previous life has a climate very similar to that of Dengcheng Prefecture.
Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run.
Wen Qingci at least knows a little about the growth cycle of rice.
It is only early summer now, and it is still early for the early rice harvest. How is it possible to have such a scene of merchant ships scrambling to transport rice
Everything in front of him was just a show put on by the prefect for the emperor.
And Xie Zhaolin himself also enjoys it.
As an emperor, his love of ostentation and fame was very obvious.
While Wen Qingci was in a daze, Prefect Deng Cheng's topic somehow turned from merchant ships to what happened a few days ago.
“… The Second Prince not only arranged the southern tour properly, but he even thought of the boatmen and distributed medicine to them,” Prefect Dengcheng praised in a slightly exaggerated tone, “He is truly a young and capable man!”
Everyone in the Wei Dynasty knew that the Second Prince had been favored since childhood and was the most likely among the princes to be named Crown Prince.
Therefore, the prefect Dengcheng also followed suit and clung to his thigh.
The emperor's expression remained unchanged: "Indeed..."
According to convention, the empress should always accompany the emperor when he is on tour.
Since there was no empress in this dynasty, the person around the emperor was replaced by Concubine Lan.
Hearing this, she, who had been silent the whole time, smiled with satisfaction and nodded: "The Second Prince does have some of the demeanor of your Majesty when he was young."
The expression on the emperor's face suddenly froze for a moment.
If Wen Qingci had not been silently observing him from behind, he might have missed this sudden change.
"Does my beloved think so too?" He suddenly turned around and asked abruptly.
Concubine Lan paused for a moment, then quickly replied with a smile: "You are so attentive and considerate of your subordinates. Isn't that like your Majesty when he was young?"
The emperor narrowed his eyes, looked toward the canal, and finally said slowly: "Yes, yes..."
His voice was slightly hoarse, and all his emotions were hidden in it.
This was not the first time someone said that the second prince had the charm of a young emperor, but it was the first time Concubine Lan said so.
Different from the people in the court.
Concubine Lan and the Emperor had known each other since he was still the Crown Prince of Suzhou.
If Lan Fei said so, then does it prove that... Xie Guanzhi is really somewhat similar to herself when she was young
Thinking of this, the emperor suddenly got a headache.
He stretched out his hand and pressed his temple hard, then swallowed the Convolvulus Pill, turned around and said, "Okay, the wind on the canal is strong, and my head hurts a bit, let's go somewhere else to rest."
Hearing this, everyone quickly agreed and walked towards the high platform not far from the river bank.
The moment she turned around, Concubine Lan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He exchanged a quick glance with Xie Bufeng, who was walking at the end of the team.
—What she said just now was what the boy taught her to say.
Before this, Concubine Lan didn't understand the meaning of Xie Bufeng's actions.
But after she said this, the flash of fear in the emperor's eyes seemed to make her understand.
Xie Bufeng used his own words to create a rift between the Emperor and the Second Prince.
Concubine Lan couldn't help but pause.
It seemed that his son could always grasp the emperor's unknown and elusive negative thoughts.
Thinking of this, a little cold sweat broke out on her palms.
Even though he is her own flesh and blood, sometimes, Concubine Lan is actually afraid of Xie Bufeng.
His eyes seemed to be able to see through everything and ridicule everything.
Only when he is with the imperial physician, he will be like an ordinary boy...
Dengcheng Prefecture is rich in fresh fish, among which shad is the most unique and has been a tribute in every dynasty.
This is the highlight of today's lunch.
In his previous life, Wen Qingci liked to study cooking.
But shad was too troublesome to handle, and he never tried it.
So since he arrived at Dengcheng Mansion, he had been looking forward to this lunch.
A maid in a light blue silk dress brought up a secret-colored porcelain plate.
The dishes at Dengcheng Mansion are very fresh, and the fish is also steamed.
The only special thing is that before the dish is served, people have pulled out the fish bones one by one with special tweezers.
Wen Qingci picked up the chopsticks, but before he could taste it, he was suddenly interrupted by the emperor's words.
The Yinchuan Grand Canal has been under construction for nearly twenty years. During this period, it has been dredged three times, and it will be dredged for the fourth time soon.
The emperor has been talking about this matter with relevant officials just now.
As they were talking, they suddenly mentioned the second prince.
"Guanzhi, do you have any ideas about the dredging of the canal?"
Everyone at the banquet stopped eating and looked over here.
But before the second prince could answer, the emperor smiled and waved his hand as if he had just remembered that he was still at a luncheon and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this at the banquet for now. Think about it carefully, and write it down in a small scroll for me to see after a while."
The emperor's tone was full of expectations for his son.
It was as if he was already regarded as the crown prince.
But the constant tapping of his fingers under the table revealed his uneasy mood.
After he finished speaking, he drank the wine in his hand.
The emperor's symptoms of heavy metal poisoning were alleviated to a certain extent.
But Wen Qingci's medicine only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.
Anxiety and unstable emotions are like a time bomb that may explode at any time.
Xie Guanzhi's excellence and the admiration of everyone undoubtedly accelerated this process.
No one present thought much about the emperor's words, and everyone naturally assumed that it was a foregone conclusion that the second prince would inherit the throne.
Concubine Hui couldn't help but come over and told Xie Guanzhi to take this matter seriously.
For this southern tour, Dengcheng Prefecture specially built a temporary palace.
After the banquet, the emperor went back to rest, and the others wandered around the palace on their own.
Xie Guanzhi, who had important things to do, had no intention of doing this at first, but on his way back to his residence, as soon as he turned around, he saw a familiar figure in the corridor.
Ming Liu, Lan Fei's personal maid, was helping her take a walk.
The two of them were chatting casually about... what happened at today's banquet.
"Wait." He stopped the eunuch beside him.
Xie Guanzhi subconsciously took a half step back and returned to the corner.
"Alas... Concubine Hui is inferior to you in every way, except for the Second Prince." Seeing that there was no one around, Ming Liu couldn't help but speak a little more boldly, "If the First Prince could please His Majesty like the Second Prince, you would be the one who would be in the spotlight these days."
"Ming Liu!" Concubine Lan could not help but scold her, then suddenly sighed and said casually, "It's not a good thing to be in the limelight. The most important person in the Southern Tour should be His Majesty."
"Too… "
As they spoke, the two figures disappeared on the other side of the corridor, but Lan Fei's words lingered in Xie Guanzhi's mind for a long time.
The boy slowly frowned.
Concubine Lan was right.
As fate would have it, as a prince, I seem to have overshadowed my father during this southern tour.
This is not what I really want, and it is certainly not what my father wants to see.
Although Xie Guanzhi is willful, he is definitely not a fool.
Perhaps a few months ago, he would have scoffed at Concubine Lan's words.
But after being punished to reflect with the third prince last time, there was a subtle change in the relationship between him and the emperor.
For example, he finally realized clearly that he could no longer treat the emperor as an ordinary father as usual.
Concubine Lan's words were like a stone, causing ripples in the Second Prince's heart.
—
Calming incense was burned in the palace.
Smoke was everywhere and purple air was rising.
"This is my second southern tour, and seventeen years have passed in the blink of an eye..." The emperor supported his forehead with his hand, closed his eyes lightly, and muttered, "When I made this trip last time, I didn't have these problems. My dear, tell me, am I getting old?" He spoke very slowly, causing his voice to sound particularly hoarse and low.
After saying that, he slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at the medicine bowl on the table.
What is contained in it is medicine for dispelling wind, eliminating dampness and relieving pain.
The emperor was very concerned about age and maintenance.
Wen Qingci did not answer his question directly, but analyzed from a professional perspective: "Your Majesty, your problem is mainly caused by the cold and dampness entering your body, and has nothing to do with age."
The person on the throne slowly laughed.
"When the blueprint of the Yinchuan Grand Canal was drawn and placed in front of me, I was only a few years older than Xie Bufeng and Xie Guanzhi are now."
As he spoke, he slowly narrowed his eyes as if he was lost in memory again.
The canal was built in the first year of the Tianchu reign, when the emperor ascended the throne, and it took a full ten years to build.
However, before that, the blueprints and plans should have been drawn up a few years ago.
As expected, he said, "When the painting was completed, Emperor Ai of the previous dynasty was still alive..."
The emperor had unknowingly regarded Wen Qingci as his confidant.
During routine consultations, I always like to chat with him.
Wen Qingci didn't talk much. Compared with the courtiers and attendants around the emperor, he was even a little taciturn.
But what the emperor needs is such a listener.
Others seek fame, profit, wealth and reward, but Wen Qingci is the only one who is devoted to medicine and has no distractions, and he has no interest in the court.
Normally, for every word the emperor said, the people around him would respond with ten words in fear and trepidation, which was really a headache to hear.
But Wen Qingci always listened quietly and only answered his questions at critical moments.
Wen Qingci gently inserted the silver needle into the emperor's forehead. Until this moment, the emperor, dressed in bright yellow, was still quietly recalling the past.
After a while, Wen Qingci took back the needle.
When the treatment was about to end, Eunuch Xian suddenly walked in from outside the hall with a small scroll.
The emperor raised his eyelids and asked nonchalantly, "What is this?"
"Your Majesty, this is a small scroll written by the Second Prince... about the dredging of the Yinchuan Grand Canal."
Hearing this, the emperor, who had looked sleepy just now, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Bring it up and let me see it."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Eunuch Xian held up the scroll with both hands, then hesitated for a moment and walked out of the hall.
After taking it, the emperor's brows, which had been relaxed just now, suddenly frowned tightly.
He glanced at the first page, then suddenly flipped through the pages quickly, finishing the entire scroll in no time.
Then, he suddenly threw down what he was holding.
The small volume bound with string fell apart in an instant.
Seeing this, Wen Qingci, who was packing the medicine box, paused.
He put down what he was holding, slowly took two steps back, and knelt on the ground.
The negative effects of heavy metal poisoning on emotions have not disappeared, they have simply been suppressed.
When there are many people around, the emperor himself will be more restrained, but once there are few people, it will be different.
This was not even the first time that Wen Qingci saw the "kind-hearted" emperor get angry in private and look moody.
He couldn't help but lower his gaze downwards and glanced at Xiaojuan lying on the ground.
Xie Guanzhi wrote it very seriously, describing in detail how to coordinate and coordinate the dredging work.
What on earth is there to be angry about
The next second, the emperor's words gave him half of the answer.
"When did Xie Guanzhi learn to keep a low profile?" After a pause, the emperor muttered to himself, "Who do you think taught him all this?" After saying that, he looked deeply at Wen Qingci, waiting for his answer.
Wen Qingci: “…”
Concubine Hui had a flamboyant personality, and the Second Prince half inherited that personality and half was favored by others. On the surface, he also developed a temperament similar to that of his mother.
In the past, he would have written the dredging proposal in his capacity as supervisor.
But this time, he actually took a step back, put himself in the role of co-organizer, and wrote a bland proposal.
Wen Qingci could not reveal the fact that he had just peeked at the small volume, so he could only follow the emperor's words and answer from the perspective of "keeping a low profile".
"Perhaps the Second Prince is just a year older and more mature."
His tone was calm, but his nerves were tense.
Wen Qingci realized that the emperor had become suspicious of Xie Guanzhi, and no matter what his answer was, it would mean nothing to him.
Dengcheng Mansion has made a lot of money from the canal over the years, and the palace has been built to be even more luxurious and spacious.
The emperor's voice was not loud, and Xie Bufeng, who was waiting for Wen Qingci outside the hall, heard nothing except the loud noise when he threw the scroll.
But the next second, the emperor's voice rang clearly in his ears again.
—The more excited a person is, the louder his voice sounds to Xie Bufeng.
"Yes, he is one year older, and he is already seventeen."
"When I was his age, I would have already started planning for my succession..."
Every year the prince grows older, he becomes a greater threat to a suspicious ruler.
Hearing this, Xie Bufeng suddenly lowered his eyes and sneered, and gently rubbed the wool bracelet on his wrist with his index finger.
Walking the dog is really fun.
He also deliberately let Lan Fei say those words to Xie Guanzhi.
Beneath the emperor's sanctimonious appearance, he hid an uneasy and fearful heart.
—He doesn't like people who try to steal his limelight, but what he really fears is the prince who hides his ambitions and bides his time just like he did in the past.
The more low-key and introverted Xie Guanzhi was, the more anxious the emperor became, and the more he couldn't help but want to take action.
as expected.
"The older you are, the greater the threat you become."
"… We must act sooner rather than later."
The emperor's voice fell clearly into Xie Bufeng's ears.
"My dear minister, please leave." The emperor took another pill of Convolvulus and closed his eyes heavily.
Wen Qingci picked up the medicine box and walked out of the hall with light steps.
It was not until the sun fell on him that Wen Qingci came to his senses from the atmosphere just now, and remembered... The second prince in the original novel ended up being defeated in the palace fight.
The beginning of that incident seemed to be that he stood out in the autumn hunting one year and gradually aroused the emperor's dissatisfaction.
As far as Wen Qingci knew, there were no autumn hunting arrangements this year.
That is to say, the current plot progress is at least one year faster...
Not only that, the emperor also seems to be less anxious than in the original book.
It was as if someone was silently inciting his emotions and speeding up the plot behind the scenes.
Almost half of the powerful people in Yongdu came to Dengcheng Prefecture by boat.
According to the old customs of the previous dynasty, all members of the royal family should accompany the emperor.
The emperor not only brought along Xie Bufeng, the second prince, and the third prince, who were older, but he also brought along the youngest, the fourth prince, and Xie Fuyin, who was less than half a year old.
In modern times, it’s no big deal for a child of a few months old to go out.
However, in this era, the overall medical level was backward, a minor typhoid or cold could be fatal, and the child mortality rate was ridiculously high.
Although he is no longer Lan Fei's "attending physician", Wen Qingci will go there to check on her whenever he has nothing to do.
The palace of Dengcheng Prefecture was built against the mountain.
This mountain is not high. Compared with the dangerous peaks that are often thousands of meters high near Yongdu, it may be more appropriate to call it a small hill.
But it is a famous Buddhist mountain in the Jiangnan area and is rumored to be the site of a certain Bodhisattva's dojo.
After resting in the palace for two days, Concubine Lan planned to go up the mountain to burn incense.
At the same time, Wen Qingci, who came to visit the little princess, was also invited.
The road up the mountain is not long. It is paved with bluestone slabs. There are tall sycamore trees on both sides, which cut the sunlight into pieces and scatter it to the ground.
"… Fu Yin has been very caring these past few days thanks to Doctor Wen," Concubine Lan said as she walked away, expressing her sincere gratitude, "As a mother, I am not as attentive as you."
Wen Qingci quickly shook his head: "This is all part of my job."
Concubine Lan paused, turned around, shook her head and said to him: "This is not Doctor Wen's job, you don't have this job."
She knew that Wen Qingci took extra care of Xie Fuyin because she saw that she was young and still on the ship.
She used to be afraid of the rumor that Wen Qingci was a "fairy-faced demon", but after being saved by the other party with poison, she changed her mind on this point.
A doctor’s heart…
Since he was already a Hanlin scholar, there was no need to care about Xie Fuyin.
Having said that, Concubine Lan suddenly glanced at the Yinchuan Grand Canal behind her.
She paused, as if remembering something, and said, "Your Highness was born on the ship during the southern tour."
There is such a thing
But if you think about it carefully, it seems that the Yinchuan Grand Canal was completed exactly seventeen years ago.
The emperor's first southern tour by boat was when it was just completed.
I don’t know if Xie Bufeng was called a “monster” when he was just born. Did anyone care about him at that time
Concubine Lan seemed to have thought of this as well.
She whispered slightly, "His Highness was born without a sense of pain. After he was born, he never cried no matter how the midwife beat him. He just looked around with his amber eyes open, which made everyone on the boat anxious..."
It turns out that Xie Bufeng was indeed found to have loss of pain perception since the moment he was born.
Hearing this, Wen Qingci couldn't help feeling sad, and he couldn't help but look back at Xie Bufeng.
This glance happened to fall into the eyes of the young man who had been staring at him.
The light at Si hour is soft and warm.
Like gold foil, it sprinkled in Wen Qingci's dark eyes.
And swayed slightly with his eyes.
It shimmers with boundless tenderness.
Xie Bufeng couldn't help but pause, his mind wavering for a moment.
He clenched his fists.
Just when Wen Qingci was about to turn around, the young man who had been standing behind him with a stern face suddenly smiled at him gently.
The sunlight penetrated the gaps between the sycamore trees and also fell on Xie Bufeng's face.
This smile was completely different from his usual sneer of sarcasm and contempt.
It is free of impurities and unnecessary emotions.
It was so innocent that Ling Wen Qingci didn't know what words to use to describe her.
The usually cold amber eyes also had a little warmth.
"Watch your step." The young man reminded softly.
"Um… "
Wen Qingci was so distracted that he almost forgot the road under his feet.
He quickly turned around and slowly let out a long sigh from an angle where no one could see.
This thousand-year-old temple has always been very popular, but recently the royal family went on a southern tour and the temple was blocked by guards, not allowing outsiders to enter.
The hall seemed particularly empty and you could hear an echo with every step you took.
Here, Wen Qingci's breathing rhythm couldn't help but slow down a little.
Concubine Lan walked forward slowly, took three incense sticks from Ming Liu's hand, raised the incense to her eyebrows with great solemnity, and then knelt on the cushion.
After muttering a few words to himself, he finally put his hand down, walked around the cushion and inserted it into the incense burner.
This action looks very skillful.
She stood in front of the incense for a few seconds, then turned around and gently introduced Wen Qingci, "The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva here is very effective. If you need it, Mr. Wen, you can come and worship it."
It seems that Concubine Lan came for her father and brother.
Wen Qingci didn’t know what the original owner’s family situation was like. He originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought of his modern adoptive parents.
I don’t know how they are doing now.
Wen Qingci originally didn't believe in these ghost stories at all, but now that he had inexplicably been transported into a book, he couldn't help but start to believe in reincarnation.
"Okay." After a pause of a few seconds, he nodded gently to Lan Fei, took the three incense sticks from Ming Liu's hand, and slowly inserted them into the incense burner.
Then he walked out of the hall with Concubine Lan.
After leaving the gods and Buddhas, Concubine Lan finally spoke a little louder: "I have known you for a long time, but I only know that Mr. Wen is from Songxiu Mansion, but I don't know what your family is like."
The scene of the original owner being taken to the mountains to collect herbs by his family when he was a child flashed through Wen Qingci's mind again.
But by the time he reacted, he had already subconsciously answered, "He has passed away."
He answered about his situation in his previous life.
Whenever Wen Qingci mentioned this matter in the past, he always couldn't help feeling sad.
But now, perhaps because he himself had died once, he was unusually calm and composed when answering this question.
"Passed away..." Lan Fei's face looked unhappy for a moment.
After a moment of silence, Concubine Lan suddenly said inexplicably, "A lot of people left Songxiu Mansion a few years ago... Now, 20 to 30 percent of the people there are from other mansions around."
Is this true
"Fu Ming Tang" does not record any events unrelated to palace fighting, and even does not devote much attention to this southern tour.
If Concubine Lan hadn’t told him, Wen Qingci would have had no idea at all.
He couldn't help but look back, wanting to listen carefully to what the other person said.
But Ming Liu, who was walking on the side, suddenly became nervous: "Empress Lan, there is a red string over there, why don't you go and tie one?"
She was obviously trying to change the subject, but Lan Fei seemed to be suddenly reminded by her and realized that what she said was inappropriate, so she shifted her attention away.
In the center of the temple stands an ancient tree.
Its branches are rough and covered with scars, and no one knows how many years it has lived.
"Okay," she said with a smile, "Let's go and take a look together."
After saying that, he took Ming Liu's hand and invited Wen Qingci to walk over slowly together.
Having been reborn once, Wen Qingci began to believe in the theory of reincarnation and metaphysics.
But I still don't have much interest in this kind of praying.
However, since he had been called by Concubine Lan, he stood aside and watched a few more times.
As if realizing that Wen Qingci had no interest in praying to gods, after tying the red rope, Concubine Lan no longer invited him to join them. Instead, she took Ming Liu alone and visited several surrounding halls one by one.
In summer, without the biting cold wind, Wen Qingci's condition improved a lot.
But after climbing a hill today, he couldn't help but cough lightly a few times.
Wen Qingci thought about it and finally sat down in the corridor to rest.
Xie Bufeng, who had been following behind him, also walked forward and stood beside Wen Qingci.
"Your Highness, won't you go and take a look with Concubine Lan?"
"No."
As he spoke, the boy's eyes revealed disgust and even hatred that could not be ignored.
Wen Qingci suddenly realized—even though he had already told Xie Bufeng that his inability to feel pain was just a disease.
But other people of this era still have a deep-rooted belief that the boy’s problems are caused by ghosts and spirits.
The name "monster" comes from this.
Even Xie Bufeng himself grew up in such an environment.
He therefore hated it all.
"You go." Xie Bufeng said lightly.
Unexpectedly, Wen Qingci also shook his head after hearing what he said and said, "The story of ghosts and gods may be false."
His tone was exceptionally calm, like a stream, flowing into the boy's heart.
In this era, everyone respects gods and fears ghosts.
It was the first time that Xie Bufeng had heard such straightforward words from Wen Qingci.
The young man couldn't help but look back and stared at Wen Qingci deeply.
The imperial physician lowered his eyes and smiled, then turned around to look at the old tree in front of him.
He said to Xie Bufeng: "But the desire to stay here is real."
Xie Bufeng's mind was shaken, he didn't understand what Wen Qingci meant.
Just now, Wen Qingci followed Lan Fei to the tree.
He accidentally saw that Concubine Lan was hanging on the tree with a red rope tied around her neck to pray for her health and safety.
In addition to the little princess, Xie Bufeng's name was also written carefully on it.
Wen Qingci felt that praying for blessings was a rather private matter, and as an outsider it would be better for him not to mention it.
But when he looked into Xie Bufeng's eyes, he suddenly changed his mind...
"Your Highness, for example, Concubine Lan left her thoughts here praying for your safety and health."
Concubine Lan and Xie Bufeng haven't seen each other for more than ten years, so they really feel like strangers.
But they were forced to separate from each other back then, how could Concubine Lan have no feelings for Xie Bufeng
All of this was simply blocked by the thirteen years that could not be crossed and the restrained expression of the ancients.
Although there is no evidence yet, it can be seen from the martial arts and knowledge revealed by Xie Bufeng, as well as the ending in the original novel where he showed great respect to Concubine Lan.
The two of them must have had some secret interactions over the years.
Concubine Lan has always provided help to Xie Bufeng.
When saying this, Wen Qingci's tone was particularly sincere and gentle.
It was like a feather, gently passing across the surface of the lake.
It may be unintentional, but it causes ripples.
Did Concubine Lan also pray for herself
How could anyone pray to the gods for mercy on a monster
Xie Bufeng should have thought it was ridiculous and funny, but Wen Qingci's words made him realize...
I can only hear the malice in people's hearts, and after a long time I have forgotten that those voices hidden behind the scenes, in addition to the heavy "evil", may also contain good intentions that I cannot perceive.
"Why is it that you are really a wolf that can never be tamed and a stone that can never be warmed?"
—This is what Xie Bufeng had heard before, it was the voice of Concubine Lan.
In the past, he only knew that this was the evil in Concubine Lan's heart.
But naturally overlooked the message behind this sentence.
Perhaps Concubine Lan had also tried to get close to him.
But Xie Bufeng relied too much on listening with his ears and forgot how to feel with his heart.
He accidentally ignored all of this.
"Your Highness... Your Highness?"
Wen Qingci didn't expect that Xie Bufeng's reaction was even greater than he had imagined, even though he had just said it casually.
He stood there in a daze, not moving for a long time.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but stretch out his hand and waved it in front of Xie Bufeng's eyes.
The medicinal jade on the wrist shook lightly, making a crisp sound.
Along with this, there is also a bitter fragrance.
Seeing this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but wonder... Could it be that what he said just now really touched Xie Bufeng
Thinking of the lonely ending of Xie Bufeng in the original novel, he couldn't help but say a few more words.
Wen Qingci smiled and said casually, "Not only Concubine Lan, but the little princess also seems to rely on Your Highness."
In the past few months, Wen Qingci has always been instigating Xie Bufeng to hug Xie Fuyin intentionally or unintentionally.
And the little princess seemed to really like her brother whose arms were particularly strong and steady.
Xie Bufeng subconsciously followed Wen Qingci's words and recalled the scenes of himself and his sister getting along.
At this time, Concubine Lan finally finished visiting the temple and walked over accompanied by Ming Liu.
When going down the mountain, Xie Bufeng, who had been walking behind Wen Qingci, silently quickened his pace and walked side by side with him.
The familiar bitter fragrance was like a silk thread, silently tying the two people together.
The young man couldn't help but wonder - what did Wen Qingci think of him behind his back
At this moment, in his heart, am I still the same as that rabbit
As the group reached the foot of the mountain, they saw a small figure in the distance.
The nurse was waiting for them here, holding the little princess.
"Fu Yin, are you missing your mother?" As she spoke, Concubine Lan walked up to her with a smile and teased her with her fingers.
The little princess, who was only a few months old and could not speak yet, actually babbled in response in a very realistic manner.
Seeing this, several people laughed.
Wen Qingci saw that she opened her hand towards where Xie Bufeng was.
It seemed like she was inviting Xie Bufeng to hug her.
"Your Highness, look, the little princess really likes you. Why don't you go over and hug her?" Wen Qingci smiled and casually said to Xie Bufeng.
In his previous life, Wen Qingci was an only child and had always envied his friends who had younger brothers and sisters.
Seeing Xie Fuyin's appearance, his nerves, which had been tense in the palace, couldn't help but relax.
Just as Xie Bufeng looked at his sister, the little girl suddenly narrowed her eyes at him and giggled.
It was like greeting his brother.
When Concubine Lan was pregnant, she deliberately controlled the size of the baby.
When Xie Fuyin was born, he was very small and looked like an ugly monkey.
But now, she has been fed by her nanny and has become a little fat. She is only a few months old, with only one tooth in her mouth, and her smile is particularly funny.
Seeing this, even Xie Bufeng's expression softened a little.
The mountains are still the same mountains, and the water is still the same water.
But at this moment, he seemed to see a completely different world through Wen Qingci's eyes.
A world as gentle as Wen Qingci.
The boy hesitated for a moment, and suddenly did something that he would never do in the past.
Xie Bufeng walked over slowly, slowly opened his arms, and for the first time took the initiative to do as Wen Qingci said, and carefully took Xie Fuyin from the wet nurse's hands into his arms.
His movements were not skillful, even a little stiff, but they were extremely careful.
At the moment when Xie Bufeng brought the little princess over, Concubine Lan suddenly turned around, clenched her teeth and her eyes turned red.
In an instant, the only sound in Xie Bufeng's ears was Xie Fuyin's babbling voice.
Wen Qingci in front of him was slightly surprised, but his gaze was full of tenderness and a faint smile.
The wind in Dengcheng Mansion seems to be much gentler than that in Yongdu.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of grass and trees.
At this moment... Xie Bufeng suddenly wanted time to pause.
(End of this chapter)