After being reborn, being alone as a queen

"His Royal Highness, the interpretation of this sentence is up to you to explain to them."

In the study room, the Taifu was holding the scroll, his eyes fell on Mu Xiu who was still young, and he reached out to stroke his sparse goatee.

The little prince's face was as white as paper, and his lips were pale. Before he could stand up, he covered his lips and coughed twice

The Taifu raised his brows slightly, and sighed in his heart that as the prince of a country, it is impossible to rely on such a body.

The little prince was coughing so badly that the other princes frowned upon hearing it, and the companion was full of panic and let him breathe, lest he would not cough up and poke it out.

It took a long time to recover, and then I stood up with the support of my companion: "I have to examine myself three times a day: Are you unfaithful when you seek others? Do you not believe in making friends? Are you not used to passing on? It means... more than a day. Reflect on yourself, whether you are loyal when planning with others, whether you are honest when interacting with others...whether you review the knowledge taught by the teacher."

Such a sentence, he interrupted a total of three times before finishing it completely.

The Taifu looked at the little highness who was as beautiful as pearls and jade. Since he entered the study, he has been the best in both poetry and etiquette. Only this terminally ill body makes him look thin and thin.

He waved his hand to signal him to sit down, but in fact, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he was really jealous of a talent.

Tai Tu didn't secretly feel sad for too long, and quickly returned his attention to the lecture.

After class in the study, the prince's companion was helping him pack his pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Mu Xiu turned his head aside, covered his lips and coughed softly, looking very uncomfortable.

"No matter how much he is loved by the Taifu, he is still a sick child."

The prince's accompanying reader froze, and looked up to the source of the sound, only to see a young man in brocade clothes standing at the back, his eyes fixed on Mu Xiu, the mockery in his eyes was not hidden at all.

He has also been in the study room for more than a year, and he knows the identity of this person more or less.

Prince Anping's son.

The companion frowned. Logically speaking, even if the other party was the heir of the royal family, he would not dare to make such a mess in front of His Royal Highness. What happened today?

Until he saw the person coming out from behind Prince Ping'an, His Royal Highness the Second Prince

You will understand after a while.

No wonder, the one who dared to provoke the prince face to face, turned out to be hugging the second prince's thigh, and now the second prince's biological mother is the most favored woman in the whole palace except the queen.

Prince Anping noticed the gaze of the little companion, and said fiercely: "What are you looking at? You dog slave, you don't want your eyeballs anymore?"

The little companion was not yet bold enough to dare to oppose the prince, so he immediately buried his head and said: "The slave deserves death."

Prince Anping snorted and said, "You son of a bitch, Ashin, let's go."

Mu Xin looked different from his brothers since he was a child. He inherited his mother from a foreign domain, and his facial features were deeper, and his edges and corners were more rigid.

He stuffed the textbooks on the desk into the desk, stood up, and replied coldly: "Yes."

The two walked out of the classroom side by side. The moment he was about to step out of the door, he pretended to glance at the silent and straight figure from the corner of his eye, and his lips pressed even tighter.

They were the last two people. After leaving, the whole upper study room fell silent, and the afterglow reflected on the windows, weaving a splendid glow.

The accompanying reader nodded deeply: "His Royal Highness, this slave is being reckless."

Mu Xiu gritted his teeth to suppress his cough, clasped the corner of the desk with one hand and stood up, stabilized his figure and rubbed his companion's head, and said earnestly: "They are still a little bit scrupulous when I'm by my side. Don’t make this mistake again.”

The accompanying reader raised his eyes, a little moved: "Your Highness..."

Mu Xiu's pale lips curved slightly: "Okay, let's go."

The accompanying reader nodded heavily, got up and helped Mu Xiu bounce and walk outside, feeling very good.

Suddenly, he let go, ran forward a few steps, looked back at Mu Xiu and shouted: "His Royal Highness! Look at the sunset in the sky! It's like the rouge smeared by women, so beautiful!"

Mu Xiu walked slowly, his physical condition did not allow him to do such strenuous exercise as running. Hearing this, he raised his head, his chin and neck formed a beautiful arc, and all the colorful clouds from the sky fell into his eyes.

At that moment, the beauty was shocking.

The little companion was so stunned when he read it that he even forgot to jump.

When he came back to his senses, Mu Xiu had already withdrawn his gaze from Caixia, and was looking at him: "What's wrong?"

The little companion was afraid that the expression on his face would reveal something, so he turned around quickly, and dryly squeezed out a sentence from his throat while jumping: "It's nothing."

He didn't see the momentary look of envy in Mu Xiu's deep black eyes as he looked at his bouncing back.

Passing the imperial lotus pond in the palace, the little companion reached out and fiddled with the lotus with leaves as high as the stone bridge, and couldn't stop talking: "His Royal Highness, look quickly, the lotus blooms really well this year ...but why doesn't this lotus have leaves?"

Mu Xiu walked up the stone bridge, looked at the lotus flower that seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder at dusk, and explained softly: "This is not an ordinary lotus flower, but a leafless lotus that is often planted in Buddhist temples to ward off disasters. "

The little companion was surprised when he read it, and put his palms together toward the lotus flower in the pond superstitiously and made a series: "Amitabha."

Mu Xiu didn't speak, and looked at the bottom of the pool with lowered eyes.

Walking along the palace road not far ahead came a line of maidservants in light palace attire, lined up in a neat row, each holding a tray in their hands, some tall and some short, the trays were covered with brocade handkerchiefs, and they could not be seen. Clear the bottom of the object.

It just so happened that the two of them walked down the stone bridge and walked towards Fengyi Palace.

The leading servant girl was obviously taken aback when she saw Mu Xiu, and immediately bowed her head and saluted in a polite manner: "My servant has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The palace servants lined up behind her also hurriedly saluted.

Mu Xiu had a good temper and gave him a hand: "Excuse me."

Yuluo, stagger them and move on

The little companion read the two steps behind Mu Xiu, and heard the voices of the last two maidservants talking softly behind him: "That is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? He is so handsome at such a young age, but it is a pity that there is already an imperial crown prince." concubine."

"Don't be a pity, no matter how regrettable it is, we won't have the chance to fly on a branch and become a phoenix, let alone a child."

"So what if he is good-looking? So what if his status is noble. According to what I heard, although the crown prince died young, the Prime Minister has already asserted that he will not live to be ten years old."

Mu Xiu's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly

The little companion frowned unhappily, and turned around to look, the palace maid had slowly walked away.

You can't rush up and stop people, besides, His Royal Highness hasn't made a statement yet, and you don't have the qualifications to act on your behalf.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Mu Xiu looked sideways at him and said, "What's wrong?"

The little companion read for a moment and didn't dare to speak.

Mu Xiu had a panoramic view of the look on his face, with a warm smile on his lips: "If you have something to say, you may as well speak it out, I don't have to worry too much in front of you."

After all, the little companion has been by Mu Xiu's side since he started studying, so he calmed down and said, "Your Highness, why didn't you tell His Majesty all this?"

The fingers in Mu Xiu's sleeve curled up slightly, and asked back, "Why did you tell Father?"

The little companion couldn't understand: "Naturally, I beg Your Majesty to make the decision for you. As the crown prince of a country, let's not say that those royal relatives and nobles treated you with honest words. Even these lowly maidservants dare to chew on you in the palace." The root of your tongue, if His Majesty knows, he will definitely let you decide."

Mu Xiu turned his head, put one hand behind his back, and slowly raised his steps, his apricot-yellow sleeve robe was blown up by the evening wind.

"Tell the emperor to ask him to make the decision? This is useless performance. The heaven will send a great responsibility to the people, and you must first suffer from it. Gossip is just a poisoned arrow. It is not offensive in itself. As long as you don't care, you will be invulnerable." , but if you care too much, you will pick up the poisonous arrow that fell on the ground and stab it into your heart."

"What's more, if I can't even bear these verbal attacks on me, why should I be in charge in the future."

What's more, what he didn't say was that his father, who is the king of a country, might not be ignorant of the rumors and situations he was facing now, and he didn't need to say it himself to be the master.

His voice was as gentle as warm jade, but what he said made the young companion a little dizzy, but the truth was roughly understood by the companion.

The little companion took two steps forward a little awkwardly, and grabbed Mu Xiu's sleeve: "Your Highness..."

Mu Xiu looked at his companion who was a little shorter than him, and smiled: "What's the matter?"

There was some pitiful look in the little companion's eyes: "Your Highness is really like what they said...can't live to be ten years old?"

Mu Xiu gently pulled the sleeve robe out of his hands, his eyes were like a swamp, seemingly calm but actually hidden turbulent waves, he said flatly: "I will not die."

Obviously knew it was impossible, because everyone in the palace knew about the stubborn disease brought by the prince from the mother's womb, and the whole imperial hospital was helpless, but at this moment, the little companion was inexplicably convinced by his words.

It was getting dark, and the palace lanterns on both sides of the palace road were on, and the two went to Fengyi Palace

No one noticed the gaze fixed on Mu Xiu's body behind him, the man's Taoist robe was particularly inconspicuous in the dark night amidst the dense branches.

After the two people in front had disappeared, he looked away, and the look in his eyes moved slightly, as if recalling some long-lost memory.

After an unknown amount of time, he stood in the garden and looked up at the sky dotted with stars and moons. The light of the emperor star in the east was flickering and dimming.

His thin lips evoked an unpopular smile: "Even fate is helping me, this is God's will."

However, he thought of the sentence that the childish voice said just now: I will not die.

After a while, he slowly frowned.

A few days later, a drought appeared in the area north of the Huai River. It lasted for several years, resulting in countless casualties and no crops. As the drought became more and more serious, the emperor of Southern Chu would be furious whenever he went to court.

The national teacher has been in seclusion for several years since his last appearance. This time, the drought situation has reached a fever pitch.

The boy was very happy to welcome the master out of customs

The national teacher's face was a little dignified. He walked to the balcony and counted for a long time

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he opened his eyes and looked somewhere in the sky, his pupils dilated for a moment

Standing beside him, the boy was a little puzzled, but when he looked up and saw his tense jaw, he wondered, "Master, what happened?"

National teacher: "Nothing happened." No wonder, not only something happened, but also a major event.

The Emperor Star in the east is hanging in folds of the sky, and its light is sometimes slightly dimmed. The star on the other side is also hanging high in the dark sky, and its brightness is not inferior to the original Emperor Star.

This kind of strange celestial phenomenon, which has never been seen before or will never come again, he just made a calculation, and the hexagram that hurts both sides is extremely fierce.

But this extremely fierce hexagram and celestial phenomenon made the national teacher very interesting. He stroked the railing on the balcony with his fingers and said: "Little boy, do you know Ziweixing?"

The boy replied crisply: "Master, of course I know that the Ziwei Star in the book is also called the Emperor Star. The fate of the master is extremely expensive, and the emperor's luck is added to his body. Those whose fate is the Emperor Star are born emperors."

The national teacher nodded with satisfaction: "The answer is very detailed. It seems that you have not been lazy during the retreat for the teacher."

The boy scratched his head and smiled.

"Then, do you know what will happen if a cultivator attacks Ziwei Xing's lord and causes his death, tampering with the destiny?"

The boy was shocked: "Master, master, this... this, all things in the world have a karmic cycle. If a practitioner takes action against the Tianding Ziwei Star Master, the Emperor Star has the power of heaven. If it is to be destroyed by human power, I am afraid As a result, it ends up going round and round back to the person who did it."

The national teacher was slightly stunned, then smiled, and rubbed the boy's hair: "Don't be nervous, just give an example, how can mortals overcome the way of heaven."

Only then did the boy feel relieved, relaxed, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly reported: "Master, His Majesty sent someone to send a message a few days ago. If you leave the customs, please go to the imperial study to see His Majesty."

There was no special expression on the face of the national teacher: "Do you know why?"

"Master, I don't know. Not long after you retreated, a severe drought broke out in the world. It has continued until now. Countless people have been displaced. The imperial court transferred money from the treasury, but corrupt officials rampant, and the decline was gradual. When it finally reached the destination, the silver There is not much left, although His Majesty knows it well, but the forces in the imperial court are deeply intertwined, officials and officials protect each other, and one hair can affect the whole body, His Majesty is also very embarrassed, presumably it is because of this incident."

"understood."

The national teacher was not moved at all, of course he knew, because he knew that this matter would explode, so he chose to retreat.

On the second day, he went to the imperial study room alone, and only after entering the imperial study room did he find that there was only one other person in the room besides the emperor of Nanchu.

The child has picturesque eyebrows, black and white pupils, his pale face turns red, and he is dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, kneeling in the imperial study.

I haven't seen him for two years. This kid is much taller than the last time I saw him, but he is still very thin because of his illness.

The originally handsome facial features were opened a little, adding a bit of beauty.

The Emperor of Southern Chu obviously had a headache, he pinched his brows, and his aura was calm and prestige.

The national teacher stepped forward: "I see Your Majesty."

The Emperor of Southern Chu restrained the expression on his face, and raised his hand: "National teacher, please get up quickly, and give me a seat."

The servant brought a chair, and the national teacher Shi Shiran sat down. He stroked his chin and said slowly, "Your Majesty, I wonder if this is His Royal Highness?"

The Emperor of Southern Chu sighed: "He wants to go to the disaster relief in person."

The national teacher was slightly taken aback, apparently he did not expect that the sick little prince would be so fearless of death.

The Emperor Nanchu looked at the seven-year-old child kneeling on the ground: "Xiu'er, don't mess around, go back to the East Palace and study your book carefully."

Mu Xiu knelt on the ground, but there was a hint of stubbornness in his eyes: "Father, as a prince, if you do nothing at this time, it will chill the hearts of the people."

The Emperor of Southern Chu frowned deeper, and raised his voice slightly: "You are in such a body, how can you travel long distances? Now that the refugees are rioting over there, even if you are not the crown prince, there are still several of your younger brothers and hundreds of officials in the court!"

Mu Xiu frowned: "Father, but... I am the crown prince, and this is the responsibility I should bear."

As the king of a country, the Emperor of Southern Chu has never been disobeyed like this before. Even his own son became angry at this moment, and slapped his palm on the book case: "I can remove you from the position of prince at any time. !"

The national teacher propped his elbows on the handle of the chair, and the direction of another Ziwei star that suddenly appeared last night flashed in his mind.

He said calmly, "Your Majesty calm down."

The Emperor of Southern Chu and Mu Xiu, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at him at the same time

The national teacher smiled: "His Royal Highness's illness, after more than two years of retreat, I have studied the method to understand it. This time, His Royal Highness may not be able to go to Huaibei."

The Emperor of Nanchu stood up in disbelief: "Master, do you really mean what you say?"

Mu Xiu was also a little dazed, and there was a roar in his ears, feeling a little unreal.

The national teacher respectfully said: "Of course I dare not lie to Your Majesty. I understand that Your Majesty loves his son dearly, but once the root cause of the disease in the Prince's Palace is cured, he will be a justifiable Crown Prince of Southern Chu. If he does nothing, it is unreasonable."

The Emperor of Southern Chu still had some concerns, and asked, "The national teacher thinks I should let Xiu'er do it?"

The national teacher nodded his chin lightly: "Your Majesty might as well try it, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, auspicious people have their own appearance."

With him as an assistant, the Emperor of Nanchu finally let go

In the next few days, Mu Xiu went to the palace where the national teacher lived to pull out the root of the disease on time, and after a few days of recuperation, he finally got on the road.

Before leaving, Mu Xiu thanked him very solemnly.

The national teacher looked at the clear expression of gratitude in his eyes, and a certain place in his heart was poked, and he was stunned for a moment, but soon, his face turned into the usual kindness, impeccable.

After Mu Xiu left, the national teacher staggered a step, sat back on the futon, closed his eyes and meditated, a thin line of blood dripped down his chin from his lips.

After a few hours, his complexion calmed down a little, and he opened his eyes, the blue color in his pupils flashed away, he looked out of the high attic and muttered to himself: "Oh, the price? What happened against the sky , and it's not the first time I've done it"

In the clear sky, a thunderbolt struck down, resounding through the sky, as if responding to his rebellious words.