"Ah, I'm here to deliver a piece of clothes to my brother." Lan Shanyu had no choice but to explain as he met the bright eyes of the little red bird.
"Is the national teacher your brother?" Chen Ziqi opened his mouth slightly, and a doubt that he had forgotten before suddenly emerged. Take a look at the nine pearls on the top of the head of the national teacher, and look at the nine sapphires on the head of Lanshan Yu. Except for the color, the two crowns are almost identical.
Suddenly there is a sense of enlightenment.
"It's cold by the door, come and sit down, Your Highness." The national teacher resumed his calm look and greeted Chen Ziqi to come.
In the winter, the Taizhen Palace is no longer open in summer, and a warm pavilion is separated by a high screen carved from wood. Underfoot is a high wooden platform, covered with warm woolen blankets, and the futon used for sitting has also been replaced with soft cushions.
Chen Ziqi sat down a few minutes ago, and immediately a waiter covered his legs with a fleece blanket and stuffed him with a small hand stove to hold. The little red bird felt the warmth of the hand stove, stretched out its small wings and patted it.
"Don't move, if you fall into it, you will be roasted into a roast chicken." Chen Ziqi tucked the little red bird back into the placket and looked up at the two people on the opposite side.
"Pfft—" Lan Shanyu, who had just had a sip of tea, choked on hearing the word "roasted chicken".
"Don't worry, I won't tell you about your affair with the national teacher." Chen Ziqi said seriously.
"Fornication?" The hand of the national teacher Tiancha couldn't help shaking, and he glanced at the bird's head that appeared again, "His Royal Highness, this word can't be used indiscriminately."
Chen Ziqi scratched his head: "Meeting in private, isn't it called fornication?" Da Zhang's national teacher, who has contacts with people from Guiyun Palace, it is not good to say it out.
National Teacher: "...I don't call."
The matter has come to this point, the national teacher can only tell the matter that he belongs to the Guiyun Palace.
Hearing this, Chen Ziqi stood up and left: "Don't tell me such a big secret." The more you know, the faster you die.
"It's not a secret either," the national teacher couldn't help laughing when he saw Chen Ziqi's reaction, "The emperor knows it."
"Huh?" Chen Ziqi stopped and looked at the national teacher suspiciously.
Others may not be very clear, but the emperor knows. Before Lan Jiangxue became a national teacher, he was originally loyal to King Feng. Probably because the inheritance of the national teacher is too special, it can only be selected from the Lan family lineage, and this generation just chose Lan Jiangxue.
Most of the important ministers in the DPRK came from the big schools on the rivers and lakes, which is also impossible. People who are not from the gate faction can't afford to read books at all. But the status of the national teacher is special, and he is not completely loyal to the emperor...
Chen Ziqi remembered that after Dan Yi entered the palace, the emperor once asked him if Dan Yi had met with the national teacher. It can be seen that the emperor is still somewhat taboo about this matter, so he will ask this question.
"Big Brother Lan, where is Dan Yi?" Lan Shanyu and Dan Yi returned to the Cloud Palace at first, but now Lan Shanyu has returned to the capital, why didn't Dan Yi come back.
Lan Shanyu glanced at the fluffy bird's head: "He... is pretty good."
The little red bird stared at Lan Shanyu closely, tilted its head, and the two small red feathers on top of its head also swayed left and right.
"Ahaha, the Peacock Tower has something to deal with, so I'll go first." Lan Shanyu got up and ran away as if he were running away.
Lan Shanyu is gone, and Chen Ziqi can rest assured to talk to the national teacher about the divine chicken. He pulled a corner of the blanket on his leg and put it on the low table, pressed the hand stove on top, and then took out the chicken in his arms and put it by the hand stove.
The chick without feathers was very afraid of the cold, Chen Ziqi was afraid that it would be frozen, so he stretched out his hand to protect it from running: "National teacher, the divine chicken has appeared again, why is it not growing at all? When? To grow feathers?"
"The things of the gods have a long lifespan, and naturally they grow slowly. You have heard that the boy under the sage will still look like a boy after thousands of years." The national teacher smiled slightly, looking at the fluffy little red bird, Suddenly I remembered that the young master looked a little cold in the winter, so he should make clothes for him.
Thinking like this, he spread out a piece of rice paper, picked a fine brush, and started to draw.
"啾!" Xia Hongniao didn't want to stand on the short table, fluttered its small wings and jumped onto Chen Ziqi's arm, jumped up on the top of his head three or two times, pecked his uncombed hair, and scratched a small piece of hair on it. wow.
After the national teacher finished painting the style of the clothes, he looked up at the two of them, and found that the little red bird was squatting on top of Chen Ziqi's head with drooping eyes, and Chen Ziqi was reaching out to touch him with a short hand. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and chuckled, his pen kept on, and after a while, a line drawing of a chick with a doll's head appeared on the paper.
When Chen Ziqi caught the chick, he looked at the national teacher again. The national teacher very naturally picked up the rice paper just now and covered it.
"Guo Shi, do you want me to make a dress for the god chicken?" Chen Ziqi looked at the picture in the Guo Shi's hand. It was a small vest with furry sides, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.
"Well, it's cold in winter, make a dress for the chicken... ahem, the divine bird can come out and run." The national teacher said with a smile.
"Chirp!" The little red bird fluttered its wings to express dissatisfaction.
Chen Ziqi nodded obediently and asked for the rice paper: "I'll go back and ask my mother to give it a try." Having said that, she was a little clueless. If the little fairy knew that he was going to make clothes for chickens, she would definitely think that He's crazy.
The national teacher originally wanted to let Lan Shanyu do it, but seeing Chen Ziqi say this, he did not object, and nodded with a smile: "Since the god is back, when His Highness will practice the exercises in the future, he will be by your side, and there will be something for His Highness. help."
Chen Ziqi folded the rice paper and put it in his sleeve, looked at the little red bird who was pecking at the dessert in the hand stove, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "You return to the Cloud Palace, what does it have to do with the gods?" Dan Yi taught him new The way of breathing, at this moment, the national teacher said that the little red bird can be beneficial to his practice...
"Of course, Lan Shanyu and I are both people who serve the gods." The national teacher said with a light smile.
"What about Danyi?" Chen Ziqi looked up at him, the fist hidden in his sleeve gradually clenched. Is it because Dan Yi became friends with him just because he was chosen by God
The national teacher looked at the little red bird who stopped to eat snacks: "Young master, he is different from us." As for the difference, he did not say.
But this sentence is enough, Chen Ziqi breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the little red bird and shook it, shook off the cake scum, put it back in his arms, bid farewell to the national teacher, and stepped on the thin snow to return to the palace.
As soon as she walked near Qingyun Palace, she saw Chang E wearing a big cloak and seemed to be walking towards Chaoyang Palace.
"Mother, what are you doing?" Chen Ziqi stopped her.
"Hey, Amu has a high fever. I heard that he's confused. I'll take a look." Chang E's face was a little unbearable. She shouldn't care about this kind of thing, but the little fat man has been with her for half a year and has some feelings.
"I'm going too." Chen Ziqi wanted to follow, but was stopped by Chang E.
"You are young and weak, don't go." Chang E forbid him to go, she turned around and hurried away.
When they arrived at Chaoyang Palace, the queen and several concubines were there, and they were scolding the palace staff: "How did you take care of the prince? How could you let him put on the quilt at night and wake up alive without anyone caring!"
The imperial doctor said that Amu was suffering from a cold at night. When a child catches a cold at night, it must be a quilt. This shows that there is no one watching the night in Chen Zimu's room at night.
"The empress has a clear understanding, the slaves are not lazy, it was because of the sudden snowfall last night that the little prince was weak..." The maid next to Amu tried to explain.
"It's been cold for the past two days. How much difference can it make between snow and no snow? Could it be that if it doesn't snow, you will cover him with a thin summer quilt?"
The queen did not reprimand Chang E's interjection, apparently agreeing with her statement.
Several palace maids shivered and did not dare to say more.
Returning to Qingyun Palace in the evening, Chang E was holding her rice bowl in her heart, and there was something unpleasant in her heart. Looking at Chen Ziqi who was drinking hot noodles, she hesitated for a while and said, "Little bastard, I have something to discuss with you."
"What?" Chen Zi Qi Hulu Hulu finished the hot soup in the bowl and handed the empty bowl to Chang E.
Chang E took it over and gave him another bowl, even if they were promoted to concubine, the mother and son still held back when they were eating, and no one looked at the meal more comfortably: "I went to see that little fat man, it was burning like hot coals, and he was always on fire. Called 'uncle' and 'brother', it's unbearable to look at."
Chen Ziqi took the full bowl, took a mouthful of noodles, put an elbow in his mouth and chewed: "So what?"
"I'm thinking about it, now that I've been promoted to Concubine Yue, my share has doubled, and it's enough to support another person. Otherwise, I'll bring Amu over to raise him as a brother..." Chang E hesitated. If this was before, she would never have done such a thankless thing, after all, it was already very difficult for her to support a son.
Now it is different. As a concubine, she is already qualified to adopt other princes. Moreover, if Chen Ziqi wants to live better in this palace, he has to have someone to help him, and it is better to just encircle him and be his own person if he gives favors from time to time. Having said that, Amu's child is really pitiful.
"Chirp!" The little red bird, who was squatting at the corner of the table and pecking from his small bowl, called out in dissatisfaction. If the little fat man was brought over to raise him, wouldn't he want that kid to sleep with Qi Qi
Chen Ziqi put down his chopsticks and was silent for a while.
Chang E looked at her son and was a little nervous: "If you don't agree, then..."
"It's not impossible," Chen Ziqi said with a serious face, and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, "If you make this for me, I will agree."
Chang E opened the rice paper and glanced at it. It was painted with a vest for a chick... A slap slapped Chen Ziqi's head: "You stinky boy, are you kidding me?"
The next day, Chang E went to ask Emperor Zhenglong for a will. Emperor Zhenglong didn't care much about these sons. Whoever wanted to raise them could take them, and he agreed with a wave of his hand.
When Amu opened his eyes, he saw Chang E, who was sitting on the bedside in soft clothes. She turned around and looked at the palace that he was familiar with: "Why am I here?"
"The emperor agrees, you will be my son in the future." Chang E stretched out her hand, flicked her nose, and couldn't help laughing. It was still fun for three or four-year-old children, as big as Chen Ziqi. The age of the dog is not fun at all.
"Really?" Amu sat up, stared at a pair of swollen eyes, and asked incredulously, "I will have a mother in the future?"
"Yes, I will be your mother from now on."
"I have a mother... Mother... woo woo... Is that true? Didn't you make fun of me? Woo woo..." Amu asked repeatedly, and cried when he asked.
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Chang E: I'm going to change my name in the future. What's my name
Amu: Mother!
Chang E: (pointing to Qi Qi) Good, what's his name
Amu: Brother!
Chang E: (pointing to the little red chicken), how smart, how about him
Amu: Sister-in-law!
Chang E: ... what