Early the next morning, Xue Ziqin was dragged into the palace by Xue Changfeng, dragged by the pain all over his body. The day before, he was beaten with a large area of purple and red on his back, and he even saw blood, and the pain was even worse when he slept all night. But helplessly, when the emperor summoned him, he could only be obedient, and followed Xue Changfeng to change the court clothes and enter the palace.
Xue Changfeng didn't bring any of his attendants, so Xue Ziqin went with him. Xue Ziqin couldn't understand what it meant, so he kept silent. The two rode their horses all the way, Xu Xing to Yanluo Pavilion, Xue Changfeng habitually stopped not far away, Xue Ziqin also stopped.
I only heard Xue Changfeng suddenly say, "Qin'er."
"Um?"
"I know what happened this time. Although you are too reckless, there are people who are wrong. You and I both know who it is. Don't lose your temper in the palace."
"I know."
Xue Changfeng added: "Yesterday, the right minister Yuanzhi got the news that Wei Yuanting is not the mastermind this time. He seems to have done a favor in the matter of Qin Guan."
Xue Ziqin was puzzled: "Who can let him be a favor?"
Xue Changfeng shook his head, but his eyes stayed on Yanluo Pavilion. The girls are tireless and do not care about the affairs of the world, whether the border is peaceful or war, they only do the work in front of them and try their best to attract guests.
He went on to say: "In short, things are not simple, the emperor is not too young now, and the matter of establishing the reserve will soon be moved to the court."
Xue Ziqin certainly knew the meaning of these words. Right now, it was just their father and son, and there was no obstruction in their words. He asked directly, "The position of the prince, with the power of our Xue family, must be the third prince."
Xue Changfeng frowned: "Don't talk nonsense." Xue Ziqin knew that what he said was too clear, and if someone listened to it, it would be rebellious, and he did not refute it, and continued to wait for Xue Changfeng's next sentence.
"As the eldest son, the eldest prince is naturally the most likely to become the heir. So you must not harass the Xue family again, and do not cause trouble for me and the one in the palace."
"… I see."
After saying what they should say, Xue Changfeng drove the horse under his crotch again, and the two continued to walk towards the palace.
When he arrived in the palace, Xue Changfeng was the first to be called to face the saint, and Xue Ziqin waited in the palace. This Xuanyang Palace is really beautiful, and it is very big. Everywhere is well managed by the servants and servants in the palace. Xue Ziqin looked around and thought about it. He might not be summoned at this time, so he walked around the palace. .
When foreign ministers enter the palace, except for the harem, they are not allowed to enter the palace. He walked around so casually and walked to the Imperial Garden. Spring is strong in the garden, and flowers are blooming everywhere, hiding among the green branches and leaves, showing their beauty to the fullest. Xue Ziqin is definitely not a person who cherishes flowers, but occasionally enjoying the scenery like this has a different taste. Unlike those blood scenes that are entangled in life and death on the battlefield, this spring garden is full of vitality and joy.
While walking in this bright spring light, Xue Ziqin suddenly heard some movement in one corner of the garden. He had nothing to do anyway, so he quietly walked over to take a look.
Seeing that in the grass in the corner of the garden, there were two adult men laughing around, Xue Ziqin walked step by step, but no one noticed.
I only heard one of them say: "It's really beautiful, haha, why don't you just be a maid in the palace!"
Another person laughed and said: "Yes, I think the girl in Yanluo Pavilion is not as charming and charming as you."
"You are neither male nor female, and you are also worthy of being our brother, tsk tsk, the blessing you asked for in your previous life?"
Xue Ziqin stood nearby and looked in, and vaguely saw a gorgeous long dress surrounded by two men. The owner of the long dress was sitting on the ground, with an indistinguishable male and female face, which was really beautiful. But this man's expression was indifferent, and his eyes didn't know where to look, in short, it fell on these two people. It was clearly being bullied like that, and most of the clothes had already slipped off, revealing the man's petite shoulders.
Xue Ziqin has never been a nosy person. He never felt that there was anything wrong with bullying the weak. He looked at it, felt bored, and planned to leave, but at this moment, the man sitting on the ground suddenly looked at him.
Those eyes are beautiful, but their eyes are indifferent, like a dead person who has no nostalgia for the world. Xue Ziqin inadvertently met that look, and for a while he seemed stunned, unable to look away, that little face was so pitiful, Xue Ziqin seemed to have seen it somewhere.
He thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered who the other party was.
Xue Ziqin watched the play with great interest, and he didn't intend to help, or in other words, he planned to wait for the other party to ask for help before taking action.
The two men hadn't noticed anyone behind them, but one of them squatted down, touched the small face of the man on the ground, and then touched the shoulder, and sighed viciously and hatefully: "Tsk tsk, your skin is better than snow, you are better than those inferior ones. Prostitutes look more noble."
The man still didn't mean to ask for help, he just turned to the side to open the man's claws. Only then did Xue Ziqin see that there were still some bruises on his neck, and he didn't need to think about it to know that he was beaten.
Seeing that the two men seemed to be going to do something even more extreme, the victim didn't respond, and was as lifeless as a dead person, Xue Ziqin still couldn't hold back and snorted: "What are you doing, two."
Only then did the two men realize that there was someone behind them, and turned to look at Xue Ziqin. They were a little flustered at first, but then they calmed down, adjusted their clothes, and said in a pretentious manner: "Who are you? break?"
"Hello, two highnesses, the foreign minister, Xue Ziqin, was summoned by Emperor Demeng and passed by here."
"It turned out to be the famous General Xue." One of them said. The two of them, Xue Ziqin, had met each other. Both were sons of the empress, the second prince Cen Lijiang, and the seventh prince Cen Lizhong. It was the second prince who spoke at this time. Hearing Xue Ziqin reporting his family, his face was obviously a little embarrassed.
How could they not know that the Xue family had a close relationship with this non-male or female thing in front of them, and they were arrested and bullied at the scene. Even if they were the royal children, they couldn't justify it.
The seventh prince even hid behind the second prince and dared not speak.
Xue Ziqin was natural, smiled slightly and said, "I remember that my little aunt has a bad temper. I don't know how your two highnesses are so bold."
The second prince calmed down and said: "General Xue is joking, we are just joking with our younger brother, we have no other intentions, since General Xue is joking
Jun wants to catch up with his younger brother, so we will say goodbye first. "Speaking, the second prince pulled up the seventh prince and left quickly.
But Xue Ziqin felt that it was not enough, and added: "Well, your two highnesses. The matter of establishing the heir is at the moment. ."
Sure enough, as he expected, the two of them paused slightly, then turned and walked quickly.
The eldest prince and their compatriots, as royal sons and daughters, the worst thing is not that they are a direct son, but they are not the eldest son, and they are destined to have no hope of the throne. Of course, if they dare to kill their elder brother, the second prince still has a chance.
However, Xue Ziqin didn't think that the two of them would do anything great, and what they were doing at the moment was enough to show their uselessness.
Seeing the two leave, Xue Ziqin stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull the person on the ground.
"Why are you being bullied all the time?" Xue Ziqin asked, bending down slightly to pull the open front of the man's clothes. In fact, he doesn't know what to do. This dress is obviously a woman's. Wearing it on a teenager is extremely insulting, but now standing in the imperial garden, there is no clothes to change, so he can only pull it up for him first. .
The man didn't speak and lowered his head. Xue Ziqin rescued him, but he still didn't respond.
Xue Ziqin raised his eyebrows and said, "Shouldn't you thank me? Cousin."
The beautiful young man at the moment is the youngest son of the harem's favorite concubine, Concubine Jin, the ninth prince, Cen Lixuan. Concubine Jin's name is Xue Jin, and she is Xue Changfeng's younger sister with the same father and mother. The two are seven years apart, and Xue Changfeng loves this younger sister very much.
Therefore, as Xue Changfeng's adopted son, Cen Lixuan naturally became his cousin.
Xue Ziqin didn't know or was interested in matters in the palace, but he knew a little about Cen Lixuan. For some unknown reason, his little aunt, Concubine Jin, only wanted her eldest son, the third prince, Cen Lijin, to be the crown prince, and she always ignored the younger son.
But no matter what you think, if you insult Cen Lixuan, isn't it just riding on the head of Concubine Jin to make a fortune? Xue Ziqin did not understand the relationship between China and China very well, but it was not convenient to ask more questions.
But at this moment, Cen Lixuan didn't want to accept Xue Ziqin's affection, so he saluted lightly, and said in a proper manner: "Hello, General Xue."
"It's so unfamiliar." Xue Ziqin felt helpless when he saw his appearance, "I saw you before, but I was more lively."
"General Xue, forgive me, I was young and ignorant at that time, please forgive me for offending." Cen Lixuan said with a low eyebrow. He was very small, much shorter than Xue Ziqin, until he reached Xue Ziqin's chest, because he kept his head down, Xue Ziqin didn't know the expression on his face, it was probably similar to just now.
Five years ago, Xue Ziqin met him once.
That was the first time he won a battle and went to the palace to meet him. He followed Xue Changfeng and met Cen Lixuan. He remembered that Cen Lixuan was only eight years old at that time. She was already a complete beauty, with red lips and white teeth. his face.
When we first met, Cen Lixuan saluted him in a proper manner, calling him cousin in a soft voice.
Suddenly remembering the past, Xue Ziqin was a little stunned, but Cen Lijin said aloud: "I won't disturb General Xue now, see you another day."
After he finished speaking, he planned to leave, but Xue Ziqin suddenly reached out to stop him, and said abruptly, "I'll take you back."
"Don't bother General Xue anymore."
"You hugged my leg and called me cousin when you were young." Xue Ziqin laughed jokingly.
After hearing what he said, Cen Lixuan finally had some expressions, like embarrassment or irritability with Xue Ziqin's words.
He didn't want to pay attention, turned around and walked out two steps.
I don't know if I didn't go, but when I left, I suddenly realized that I had been bullied by them and sprained my foot when I fell on the ground. At this time, the pain hit, and Cen Lixuan almost fell again.
Xue Ziqin quickly grabbed him, and then hugged him into his arms.
Cen Lizhen looked at him with a cold face: "Let go."
"Don't be brave, you are obviously still a child." Xue Ziqin said, "Isn't it just right for me to send you back? His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince."
Cen Lixuan blushed angrily and struggled in Xue Ziqin's arms, but couldn't break free.
Xue Ziqin added: "Your clothes are not good for others to see, so you might as well bury your head so that others won't know about it."
This was the point. Cen Lixuan really didn't want others to see it. In desperation, he had no choice but to follow the words and buried his head in Xue Ziqin's chest. He could hear Xue Ziqin's strong heartbeat through the clothes.
Xue Ziqin hugged him and asked, "Do you still live there?"
Cen Lixuan made a sound of "um", as if he didn't want to say any more.
General Xue rarely appeared in the palace, and not many people knew him, but the court dress was indeed known to all servants and servants. After seeing him, he had to salute properly, so he held Cen Lizhen like this With the memories of five years ago, he walked in the direction of his palace.
"Why are you being bullied like this?"
"… "
"You are the nephew of General Xue, so you shouldn't be so weak."
"… "
Xue Ziqin said nothing along the way, but Cen Lixuan didn't say a word. He couldn't enter the harem, so he could only put Cen Lixuan on the long street leading to the harem, and greeted two servants: "Send the ninth prince back."
The servants glanced at the women's clothes that Cen Lixuan was wearing, and secretly understood what was going on, and replied respectfully, "Yes."
Cen Lixuan turned around and left.
Xue Ziqin looked at his petite back, and said again: "Goodbye by fate, His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince."