Your Majesty's mind is too hard to guess

Zhou Ye was silent again, and deeply examined his heart. Zhou Xuan's expression was naturally unaffected. This person has such a heart, and he should not be underestimated.

His face turned colder, "The last time I accidentally killed the emperor's brother, fortunately, the emperor's good fortune, there is no serious problem, now that the emperor does not care about the past, Ye'er feels deeply ashamed, the emperor is slow to use, Ye'er still needs to think about it." After saying that, he stood up and bowed slightly, clasping his hands together, acting like a brother and friend.

Hearing that the future emperor called himself Ye'er, Zhou Xuan was overjoyed. The icing on the cake is like giving charcoal in the snow. This gourmet plan must have warmed the hearts of his brothers. Zhou Xuan hit the snake with the stick, and held Zhou Ye's hands tightly across the table, "Two Brother, why did you say this, it is a long story at this time, so it’s worth not mentioning it, you and my brother are dear relatives, we should share weal and woe, Brother Huang will copy it for you.”

Zhou Ye bit his back teeth. Zhou Xuan probably had two blushes on his sickly pale cheeks due to eating hot food at this moment, and even the tips of his ears were pink.

This guy was born handsome, his face was almost like Gu Xinyao, the most beautiful concubine Shu in Shengjing back then, especially a pair of black and white fox eyes, born on Concubine Shu's face, Gu Pan was lively and seductive, but on Zhou Xuan's face, he was not It is abrupt, but it looks comfortable and elegant, and it is unforgettable to see.Even in the Shengjing Beauty List, which is full of socialites, Zhou Xuan ranked second. If he hadn't been born a man, he might have already secured the first place.

By the way, I also thought that this guy was only thirteen years old, and he was full of fame in and out of the palace, and he did not know how many good families he had harmed, "Is the emperor really going to help Ye'er?"

"Uh——" Now it's Zhou Xuan's turn to be silent. In his previous life, he studied with Jin Taifu at the age of six, and he left the palace to build a mansion until he became a prince. For ten years, he was punished for copying books not a thousand times, but also eight hundred times. , it was because of the fear of punishment, so he opened his mouth and said words of help for a while, couldn't help but raised his hand and patted his mouth, his expression could not hide his annoyance, but his mouth refused to give in, "Help, definitely help, Brother Huang If you do what you say, how far is it?"

"The last two chapters of the Qingxin Sutra. Mingyue, quickly prepare paper and pens for His Royal Highness King An, Fan Xing, order the dining room, and make some sweets for dinner." The two guards retreated under the command, Zhou Ye turned his head and asked sincerely, "Brother Huang, how about returning after dinner?"

Zhou Xuan's eyelids twitched, and he answered a vaguely good word.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the room is quiet.There are two teenagers, one is white and the other is light blue. The blue-clothed boy with a cold expression writes the pen and writes it in a bold and heavy handwriting. It is Zhou Ye, the prince of the dynasty.The man in white who sat facing each other had exquisite facial features. When he was unsmiling, he had a sense of alienation and immortality. Now he was hunched over and grasping the brush in his hand. His nose and eyes were almost wrinkled in one place. Where did he still have the original alienation and immortality? So angry that people can't see it, this person is none other than Zhou Xuan, Prince An, who was gifted silk by the emperor in his previous life and was inexplicably reborn at the age of 13.

The so-called country is easy to change, nature is hard to change, and things like reliving a lifetime and copying books must still be ranked at the top of the list of hated things.Zhou Xuan's pen wandered around, scribbling wildly all the way. The first few articles could be written like a dog, but in the latter part, he didn't know what he wrote.After peeking at the future emperor facing him many times, sitting upright for two hours, his demeanor, posture, and handwriting did not change a bit, he is really a god-man.If a ten-year-old boy has such an ambition, it's no wonder he can't fight.

Zhou Xuan was distracted while copying books. Looking at the ten-year-old Zhou Ye from a 33-year-old perspective, he didn't have the slightest sense of superiority. He thought that this guy endured humiliation, vindicated rebellion, punished his relatives, revised the national law, and settled the chaos in the north. Compared with the black-bellied emperor who quietly played with power and murdered Guojue 20 years later, he is still much cuter now.

After finally copying the cheating father's Qingxin Sutra, Zhou Xuan was about to fly up from the same spot, and it was getting late, so the two brothers "happily" had dinner together.

With a plate of kimchi, a bowl of clear vegetables and tofu, a pot of rice soup, and two bowls of rice, Zhou Xuan stared, "Your Highness is frugal, worthy of the royal example."

Gently pushed the special dishes, brown sugar glutinous rice flour dumpling, shredded yam, Zhou Ye didn't lift his eyelids, "Brother Huang, try these two beets, can you still eat them?"

Zhou Xuan's fondness for sweets has long been an open secret of the royal family. The reason for this is bittersweet. He has been sick since he was a child, and he has been a frequent visitor to the imperial hospital for thousands of years. Then there was a morbid obsession, and he picked up the chopsticks to taste without hesitation. Zhou Xuan showed a happy expression, "It's delicious, it's delicious." With a sick and weak appearance, and a contented smile and an energetic appearance, people can't take their eyes off.

Zhou Ye turned his eyes away, bowed his head and practiced sleeping without talking or eating.

After the meal, Zhou Xuan stood up and said goodbye.When the sound of carriages and horses was far away, the glutinous rice dumpling on the table was already cold. Zhou Ye picked it up and took a bite. The sweetness and greasy lingered on his tongue three times, and he swallowed it reluctantly. His brows were gloomy, and the maid who came in to tidy up was so frightened that he fell silent, trembling, and not at all. I dare not speculate why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the East Palace is in a bad mood.

The life in the palace is really boring. Every day, the imperial doctor consults, drinks medicine, eats and sleeps. The main job is to accompany the visiting father, Emperor Jingyun and mother and concubine, and have various dialogues about parents' kindness and son's filial piety.

If it was really the 13-year-old An Wang Zhou Xuan, it would be fine. I remember that at that time, I was so proud of the love of my father, queen, mother and concubine that I was extravagant, and I became the self-willed Prince An who was the only one in the sky and the world.

Because of his domineering and arrogant past life, Zhou Xuan, who appeared to be 33 inside, more or less understood a little bit. The palace is deep in the courtyard, and there are thousands of conspiracies and hidden arrows. Does the emperor not understand the truth of making a big tree attract the wind?If the one who is sincere and long-hearted favors those who are short-hearted and short-hearted, then why should he care about the stereotype of establishing a heir and not establishing an elder for the position of Prince of the Eastern Palace.If he really cared about the rules, where would he place the etiquette of his ancestors if he became king at the age of ten?

I'm afraid the concubine mother has already noticed it, otherwise why would she just pretend to be thinking about her son's eagerness, and refuse to let herself out of the palace to build the mansion, and slap her face, saying that the prince of the East Palace is really a monster, only my son is the real dragon The Son of Heaven, relying on his two uncles to form a clique for personal gain and privately raise soldiers, drifted farther and farther along the road of seizing the heir apparent, and died inexplicably.

After resting for more than ten days, Zhou Xuan couldn't sleep anymore, especially the recent tonic prescriptions in the Tai Hospital were too strange, Zhou Xuan's fire was floating, and he was very irritable. At this time, the peaches are in full bloom in the Qingyi Palace, His Highness Wang An Zhou Xuan slapped his forehead, and immediately ordered people to prepare.

The angry horse in fresh clothes, the young man is wanton and flirtatious, sitting down is an exotic BMW tribute from the Uzi Kingdom, given by his father when he was crowned king at the age of ten, Zhou Xuan was delighted to see him, and named him An Tianxia, ​​such a domineering and leaky name There was a hint of appropriateness, but the emperor smiled and responded.

Zhou Xuan rode his horse and trotted for a while, leaving the guards behind him and the accompanying medical officer yelling, the world is full of beauty in April, and outside the high walls of the palace, the world turns out to be so vast and pleasant, so wonderful.

"Come on, Xiaotian, let's walk—hahaha—"

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