After sending Chu Wei out of the Prince's Mansion, Chu Xun glanced at the vast night. Thinking of Chu Lan's reaction in the room, he couldn't help but frowned and stepped into Chu Lan's bedroom again.
"Lan'er!" Before anyone could get inside, Chu Xun couldn't help but speak, but before he could push the door open, he was stopped by someone standing at the door.
"What do you mean?" Chu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Feng Zhi.
"Your Highness Prince Jing, His Highness the Crown Prince ordered that no one can go in." Feng Zhi was stared at by Chu Xun and couldn't help but shrink his neck. However, when he thought of his master's instructions just now, he still had to bite the bullet and bear it.
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"You won't let anyone in?" When Chu Xun thought of the situation when Chu Lan just woke up, he felt something was wrong and blurted out, "You won't let Xiao Jiuer back in either?"
As he finished saying this, there was a "pop" sound in the room, the sound of something falling to the ground.
The corners of Chu Xun's mouth moved, not realizing that he had said the wrong thing.
This kid may not know how uncomfortable he is right now, but he just doesn't want to pick up any of the pots.
He regretted it in his heart, but when he thought of Chu Lan's body, Chu Xun couldn't help but persuade him, "Lan'er, the emperor knows that you feel uncomfortable in your heart. If you want to blame, just blame the emperor. All this was the emperor's idea, but you
I have just woken up, so I must not be overworked or sad anymore. You still have to take the medicine on time. As for that girl..."
"Uncle Jing, please come back." He was interrupted by the same cold voice as always.
The corner of Chu Xun's mouth moved, and he wanted to say something more, but when he thought about Chu Lan waking up and even his father was driven away, and thinking about his uncompromising character, he could only sigh, "Then you have a good rest, Emperor."
Uncle will come see you tomorrow.
After saying that, he turned around and told Feng Zhihaosheng to take care of him, and then left step by step.
He had to tell Feng'er the good news that Chu Lan had woken up as soon as possible, because she was afraid that she would have been on tenterhooks for the past two days.
When leaving the Prince's Mansion, Chu Xun felt a bone-chilling chill.
In the late twelfth lunar month, drops of water turn into ice and breath turns into frost.
It’s New Year’s Eve in a few days, Xiaojiuer, why are you so reluctant to come back?
If he doesn't come back, he might not be able to resist Chu Lan anymore.
Everyone said that His Highness the Crown Prince was dignified and dignified, as gentle as a lotus in the Tianshan Mountains, yet as gentle as jade. But he knew that before Zhang Qingjiu came into his heart, he, who seemed gentle to everything, was
My nephew is actually very distant and indifferent to everything.
To put it mildly, he is like an immortal person who should be viewed from a distance but not played with.
In other words, don't care, don't care, don't care.
To do his best for the country and the people is just a last resort for this young man as the prince.
But with Xiao Jiu'er, he could see a bit of the fireworks of the world from his nephew who was the flower of the mountain.
There will be laughter that comes from the heart, there will be the sorrow of not getting what you want, and there will be the greed of all kinds of emotions and six desires.
He didn't want Chu Lan to leave like this.
But if he guessed correctly, Chu Lan would be even better than before when he woke up.
Chu Xun sighed heavily, he missed his lovesickness even when he was successful or failed, it is the most difficult thing in the world to miss him.
"Prince Jing is gone?" At the door of the prince's palace, Huo Wu came over with medicine. Seeing Feng Zhi looking straight at the door of the palace, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Yes." Feng Zhi looked away, nodded, and while taking the bowl from Huo Wu's hand, he lowered his voice and said, "Is there any news?"
Huo Wu was startled, a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head.
Feng Zhi pursed his lips, and the newly ignited light in his eyes dimmed obviously. He turned around and opened the door and said, "Your Highness, it's time to drink the medicine."
There was only one dim lamp lit in the room. As soon as Feng Zhi entered, he saw the man in white coat standing barefoot in front of the desk with a book in his hand.
Feng Zhi's expression changed greatly, he quickly put down the medicine bowl in his hand, ran over and took Chu Lan's shoes and socks, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, it's freezing cold, you are in good health, how can you..."
"Feng Zhi, go help me find a book." But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Chu Lan.
Feng Zhi was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss, but the habit of serving Chu Lan for many years made him ask involuntarily: "What book does Your Highness want?"
"The previous record about Xuanyuan Jinghong." Chu Lan did not raise his head, his eyes still fell on the book in his hand. The dim light made it difficult to see his expression, and only a shadow could be seen.
"Why does Your Highness want his book?" Feng Zhi frowned and subconsciously advised: "Your Highness, you should drink the medicine first?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Chu Lan's voice came to his ears: "Why do you need to ask what I want?"
Feng Zhi was startled at first, then couldn't help but shudder, and knelt down with a thud——
He was not frozen, but frightened by Chu Lan's tone.
He had heard his master's calm or cold orders countless times, but this was the first time he heard such a tone in ten years of serving His Highness:
So sinister and devoid of any emotion.
Feng Zhi's face turned a little pale. When he came in, he had thought that His Highness would ask about her when he woke up, so he even thought about how to answer.
However, he never expected that his master would actually ask for records about the previous dynasty's fallen king, so he had the courage to persuade him.
Fortunately, Huo Wu hadn't left yet. He came in as soon as he heard something was wrong inside, "Your Highness, regarding the records of Xuanyuan Jinghong, I will send someone to find them right away. Your Highness should ask Feng Zhi to serve you first and drink the medicine.
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Two people knelt down in the room one after another, and Chu Lan slowly moved his eyes away from the book in his hand. Huo Wu happened to raise his eyes secretly and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life -
The red tear mole under the corner of His Highness's eye seemed to be on fire, like a blooming flower from the other side of the world, emitting a coquettish and evil light.
The scroll he held in his hand was called "Records of Emperor Huan of Nanli".
Nanli was the name of the former dynasty.
Emperor Huan is the imperial title of Xuanyuan Jinghong, the king of the subjugated country.
Huo Wu was horrified and lowered his eyes suddenly, feeling more complicated than ever before.
Why did he have the guts to see in His Highness the Crown Prince the shadow of the subjugated king who was described by the common people as being like a monster, a fairy, crazy and demonic?
For a long time, the person standing next to the desk slowly put down the book in his hand. With the sound of the book falling on the table, there was a command that made them breathe a sigh of relief.
"Get up." Chu Lan said.
"Yes." Feng Zhi gritted his teeth, carefully took the shoes and socks and helped Chu Lan put them on.
This time, Chu Lan didn't say anything, nor did she stop him. She let Feng Zhi move a little, raised her hand to pick up the medicine bowl next to her, and drank it all in one gulp.
However, both Feng Zhi and Huo Wu clearly felt that the Crown Prince after waking up was different from before.