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June midsummer.

night.

On such a stuffy night, there is no star or moon, and there is no trace of wind. Under the heavy pressure of the sticky sky, driving away the last trace of coolness at night.

The dull and gloomy weather lasted for three days. The sky seemed to be filled with a pool of boiling water, but it refused to throw its head, but instead steamed the world like Lingchi.

A few dim lanterns emitted a faint light in the dark night. A vague cough sound came from the closed door of the palace. Occasionally, a few eunuchs or palace servants ran out in panic. Their expressions were dull and panic-like. A few desolate paper lanterns in their hands trembled, pulling out a few people's dim figures. They discussed it in the courtyard for a while but didn't know what to do.

Seeing that the third prince was seriously ill one day, the imperial doctor came over and prescribed many decoctions but did not improve. Now he is getting worse.

The Yu'an Palace has not been in charge for a long time. The eunuchs and palace servants discussed abroad that they were all low-ranking palace servants and were not welcomed normally. If it is dark today, the palace gates are locked, and they dare not ask to open the palace gate to ask for the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor is to ask the imperial doctor for the request of His Majesty, the Empress Dowager or the Empress to be approved. It is so late that the three palaces must have rested. They risked their lives to call the door and asked not to invite the imperial doctor, so that the eunuchs and chief supervisor knew that a slap was light.

Mu Anzhi was drowsy and only remembered that he was poured into bowls of soup and medicine. The pain in his lungs gradually became blurred. Until there was a burst of crying inside and outside his bedroom, his relatives were welcomed in front of his bed. He did not know the grand funeral after his death, nor did he know that these timid palace servants in the palace were killed in his tomb. He had nothing to say before his death, but there was something worthy of writing behind him.

How good brothers are friendly and respectful among brothers, how kind and filial to fathers are between fathers and sons, how deep love between grandparents and grandchildren are recorded bit by bit in history books, and they have become one of the few highlights of his short and dull life.

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Mu Anzhi opened his eyes, and the silk-woven bed curtain pressed into his eyes in the dim light. He stared at the top of the bed for a while, rubbed his eyes to confirm that it was indeed a brand new and dazzling silk-woven silk, rather than the old faded curtain with only the dazzling golden thread left. Mu Anzhi sat up, the lake silk quilt on his body, the golden pillow on the head of the bed, and even the silk mattress under him were brand new, rather than the old thing that had not been replaced for a long time.

Mu Anyi pulled open the bed tent and nestled in the corner of the outer corner of the bed and slept with a trembling sound, stood up, "Your Highness, you are awake!"

"Xiao Yi!" Mu Anzhi's face turned pale in an instant, and he took three steps back on the bed. Didn't Xiao Yi have been killed by a stick?

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you? You're a nightmare." Xiao Yi's worried look with concern made Mu Anzhi's pounding heart gradually calm down. Yes, even if we meet underground, Xiao Yi is not someone else. This is the little eunuch who grew up with him since childhood, and his most loyal companion. Mu Anyi grabbed Xiao Yi's hand that touched his forehead, but was stunned, warm and hot!

"Your Highness is awake." Two beautiful palace servants pushed the door open and followed by a series of pretty palace servants, each holding clothes, shoes and socks, and washing utensils, standing neatly in two rows, and asking Mu Anzhi to get up in the morning to wash up.

Mu Anzhi was served by the palace servants in a daze and dressed up. The bright yellow prince's uniform was inlaid with gold and jade and pearls. The beautiful palace servants were served meticulously and appropriately, with strict and moderate rules, and the vermilion red peony vase carved door that had not yet fallen.

The outside room has already said that morning food is good, and the large red sandalwood table is full of snacks he likes to eat. This is morning food. When the morning class is over, it is breakfast. Then it continues to study in the study. After lunch, there is a half hour of rest, and then afternoon classes. These things seem to have been engraved bit by bit in the bones, and easily evoke his memories for many years. Mu Anzhi absent-mindedly used some snacks, and Xiao Yi personally held the book he wanted to read and accompanied him to study in the study.

The prince's morning class is at the beginning of Mao, so basically he has to get up and wash at the end of Yin, especially when Yu'an Palace is far away from the study, Mu'an will get up earlier, and he will get up in the middle of Yin. At this time, the full moon is still hanging high in the sky, and the night wind cannot blow the bright tiles and lanterns in the eunuch's hand, so he has to gently brush over. The lights are enough to illuminate the road under his feet, reflecting the vermilion red walls by his side. The farther red walls are a little blurred, and the darkness like ink is like an unpredictable life.

No, if all this is true, then Mu Anzhi's life is not unpredictable. He knows his next life without Lie Kechen and cowardly.

Mu Anzhi did not notice the atmosphere of the other brothers in the study avoiding him. He stared at the famous Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterfly in the "Zhuangzi" article on the book, with his eyes stiff. The Hanlin Academy Master Tang was so generous that he didn't say anything. Just when the morning class was over, Mu Anzhi was thinking, was I dreaming of butterfly or was a butterfly dreaming of me?

Or is it all just a ridiculous dream? Or am I still in the 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 expression of silence. As soon as he arrived at the palace gate, there were Zhou Shao, the eunuch general manager of Ci'en Palace, who was waiting for the lords. When Zhou Shao saw Mu Anzhi, he immediately greeted him and saluted, "The Empress Dowager asked His Highness to go over and use breakfast. Today, the small kitchen of Ci'en Palace made his favorite crab roe steamed buns."

Mu Anzhi frowned. He was not willing to see his grandmother, Empress Dowager Lan. Just as he was about to refuse, Zhou Shao had already taken a step forward and whispered, "The Empress Dowager is just worried that the Queen Mother will feel unhappy, so he ordered the old slave to ask the Queen over to speak."

Unhappy? What's unhappy about him?

Mu Anzhi looked at Xiao Yi's thoughtful expression, and couldn't remember when he was in a dream. He gently pinched his palm with his fingernails, and there was a slight sting.

I am true now. Mu Anzhi silently reminded himself in his heart. Zhou Shao is still so respectful to him. He is still studying in his study. It can be seen that this time should be when he has not broken up with Empress Dowager Lan.

Along the way, I met countless eunuchs in the palace. They were holding objects or walking in a hurry, but when they saw him, they all bowed and hung their heads respectfully, otherwise they would be a little arrogant.

After leaving for a cup of tea, the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone. From a distance, I saw a glass phoenix with colorful rays on the top of the hall, bent her neck toward the sky, and the colorful tail feathers behind her were flying, as if she would flap her wings and break through the air at any time.

This towering palace is as luxurious and majestic as its residents. At this time, Empress Dowager Lan had not shown her cold majesty to Mu Anzhi. She was like all the gentle and loving grandmothers in the world. When she saw Mu Anzhi, she held people by her side with heartache. She has been like this since she was a child. It seemed that she could not see Mu Anzhi, now an eighteen-year-old boy, still loves him as a child as a young child. Empress Dowager Lan sighed, and said with advice, "Don't be unhappy about these things. For so many princesses, the one who is the most loved by my grandmother. Others don't care about it, but in my grandmother's heart, you are the best."

Mu Anzhi became increasingly puzzled, "Grandmother, what's wrong? I have nothing to do with it."

Empress Dowager Lan became more and more worried in her eyes. She patted his hand and said comfortingly, "That's good. You will go to congratulate you in person. After all, it is his good day. Grandma loves you the most, but your father's words are also right. After all, he is the chief and has recommended him by his ministers. The prince also thinks it was your eldest brother." As she said that, she sighed again. The sigh contained a lot of heartache and injustice, which almost immediately touched the deepest wound in Mu Anzhi's heart.

Oh, it turned out to be the day when the eldest prince was made?

Anger, injustice, resentment, unwillingness... Those emotions that were biting in the heart all the time were almost gushing over the mountains and rivers. The huge waves suddenly shot through more than ten years of time. Mu Anzhi seemed to see the young self who had been many years ago disappearing forever in the deep sea full of hatred and resentment.

Those painful coughs, those bowls of thick and bitter medicine, those cold and nothing, those cold and ridiculous years, those cold and ridiculous days, such quiet sick days as death, were enough for him to reminisce his short life over and over again, until his anger faded like the tide and his unwillingness to drift away like ash. In the end, he realized that if there are really regrets and unwillingness in life, those regrets and unwillingness do not come from things he has never obtained, but everything he once had but did not cherish.

Mu Anzhi thought of something, stood up suddenly and blurted out, "Did Ruyu go to court today?"

"I'm going to tell you about this. Seeing you like this, how dare you talk to you?" Queen Mother Lan didn't know whether it was complaining or feeling, "Ruyu was also ignorant, which made your father furious. When the court rewarded him with a slap, he has now been carried back to the Pei family."

Mu Anzhi's face turned pale in an instant. His tall and thin figure shook and almost fell down. Zhou Shao held him quickly with his eyes and hands, but Mu Anzhi waved it away. He remembered that today was the day when his father was appointed as the crown prince. Pei Ruyu was his last friend when he was young. For this reason, when he was in court, his father lost his imperial dignity and turned into a court stick. All of them hit Pei Ruyu.

If he remembered it correctly, his only friend would be exiled to the northern border for a short time, and he would never see him forever since then.

Mu Anzhi swallowed his mouth bitterly and said softly, "I'll go and see Ruyu. He is really crazy about studying. I'm fighting for the position of the Eastern Palace, but I want my father to look at me more. This position is not that heavy." The words said, as if there was a real bang in the dark, and the thousand-pound pressure that was forcibly bound to his back scattered. Mu Anzhi felt relieved.

Yes, his cowardly and short life, his overestimated life of delusion about the position of the Eastern Palace, really want the Eastern Palace? In fact, he just wants that person to look at him more. In fact, it is not Pei Ruyu who is too stupid. He thinks this is his home, but it is the nine-level palace palace, he thinks that it is his father, but it is actually the highest king on earth. He hopes to get those feelings and warmth that he has never received before, but forgets how dark and iron-hearted those people are.

A tear rolled down the corner of Mu Anzhi's eyes, refracting a ray of light in the morning light, and disappeared suddenly.

That man's sympathy was actually not as heavy as his friends, and should not be heavier than his life.

Mu Anzhi walked out of the hall. Outside the rich gate, the bright golden light pierced his eyes and looked at His Majesty the Emperor, his father, who was standing on the side of the rich gate, for a moment, and didn't know what to say. He didn't know how long he had been standing outside or how long he had heard it. He asked himself that he did not say anything taboo, and said slightly, "I am old, please give him a house outside the palace. I want to live in separate houses."

Emperor Mu Xuan had a expressionless face, his sharp eyes were unfathomable, "Are you going to move out of the palace?"

"Your Majesty has mentioned before that my grandmother has stayed in the palace because she is still young. Now I am old, so I ask to leave the palace and live apart." Mu Anzhi was unwilling to see this person again, so he bowed again, and Mu Anzhi left first.
Chapter completed!