After being reborn, being alone as a queen

He said mercilessly: "Put down the wine, get out."

The smile on the corner of Yue Shang's lips froze, turned into a smirk and said: "That's not okay, if the Prime Minister is unwilling to let go of the wealth in front of him and mess things up, His Majesty will not spare this humble minister."

Song Huaian saw him pretending, and the smell of powder on the tip of his nose lingered for a long time

A look of disgust flashed across his phoenix eyes, and he said coldly: "Your Excellency, you have to worry too much."

Yue Shang propped his elbow and nodded his chin: "Oh, by the way, His Majesty threw this thing to me. I don't know what it means. I wonder if the prime minister knows?"

After finishing speaking, he took out a jade pendant from his bosom. This jade pendant was engraved with a dragon pattern and the word "安" on the back. It was something Mu Xiu always carried with him when he was young.

Yue Shang didn't know what it was, but he knew very well what this piece of jade symbolized.

Song Huaian's face sank like water, he tightened his fingers holding the jade pendant one by one, he spun up, took the wine in Yueshang's hand and drank it down in one gulp.

But this male pet wants to make himself unhappy?Then can he be wanton?

Song Huaian sneered and threw the wine glass on Yueshang, and said mockingly, "Isn't Mr. Yue illiterate?"

Seeing him drinking the wine on the moon, after hearing such ridicule, the remaining liquid in the wine glass wetted the hem of his clothes, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all, but became more gorgeous and gradually turned into a twisted one.

"Wei Chen was born in poverty, which is different from the Prime Minister. It is true that he has never been to school, and he can't read a few words." If you work hard, does it matter whether you can read or not?"

A man of seven feet took it for granted that he should serve men on the couch, and seemed to be proud of it.

An inexplicable layer of irritability appeared in Song Huaian's chest, and a bright disgust appeared between his brows. He didn't talk nonsense with him any more, and turned around, obviously feeling that even looking at him stained his eyes.

He said coldly: "I've already drank the wine, your goal has been achieved, you can get out now, can you?"

Looking at his back, Yue Shang smiled charmingly: "Hehe, it's only natural, Mr. Prime Minister, just wait for death slowly."

After speaking, he walked to the corridor, held up an umbrella and left

Song Huaian turned his head slowly, looking at the hazy rain outside the courtyard, his internal organs were in severe pain as if being crushed, and the smell of rust rose from his throat

Thunder rolled in the sky, and a gust of cold wind carrying wind and rain rolled into the hall through the gate, extinguishing the lights in the hall.

The surroundings fell into darkness, and lightning cut through the sky, illuminating his pale face

Song Huaian choked out a mouthful of black blood, and the sound of weeping blood echoed in the empty hall

"Your Highness, you still failed me after all, hahahaha"

Just like what is written in many story books, before a person dies, maybe he can really see the revolving lantern in his mind, and what he sees will be the most unforgettable memory in his life.

Song Huaian felt that his thoughts were in chaos, as if he had drifted far away, many years ago...

In the [-]th and [-]th year of Qi'an, the world was plagued by drought. The Huaijiang River and other areas going northward had no rain for a year and a half.

The drought lasted for two full years, and a large number of refugees fled to the imperial city one after another from all over the world. From the bottom of the world, the rivers and farmlands along the Huaijiang River to the north were dry and cracked into terrifying cobwebs. It is not a compliment. In those years, the bones of refugees who had dried up and died could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Such an unknown and calamity year was the year Song Huaian met Mu Xiu.

Song Huaian felt that he was light and light, as if floating in mid-air, and his consciousness was blurred

He saw himself kneeling in the woods when he was a child, with a scrawny back, his immature hands digging the dirt like crazy, till his five fingers were dripping with blood, and finally buried his mother's body.

At that time, he had not had water or rice for nearly three days, and he walked to the edge of the woods with his last breath, his body was so precarious that he would fall to the ground and die in a second.

There is a steep hillside on the edge, and a wide road under the hillside, it seems that it should be an official road.

God will not kill him

Soon, he heard the looming sound of a carriage not far away, and it was getting closer

The ten-year-old boy pursed his chapped and bleeding lips, gritted his teeth hard, and rolled down at the right time.

If he is unlucky, he will probably die that year.

On the official road, a horse-drawn carriage was driving at a constant speed. A burly man in cloth clothes was sitting in front of the carriage. He looked like a farmer, and with a slight wink, one could spot the sharp murderous aura hidden in this man. That sitting posture And the eyes are obviously specially trained.

Just as the carriage drove down a grassy slope, a black figure rushed down the hillside at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and finally stopped in the middle of the road.

"Woo--" The man's pupils shrank, and he tightened the reins with a nick of time, and the horse's hoof was raised and fell in a wrong direction.

If not, the child in the middle of the road would probably have been trampled to death by this time.

"..What's going on outside? Yeri."

There was a sound like a spring hitting a stone wall from the carriage, but it was a little immature.

Ye Li, the leader of the emperor's dark guard camp.

Ye Li showed a cautious look, jumped off the carriage and squatted down to feel the pulse of the child in the middle of Tanlu.

Then he returned to the carriage, knelt on one knee and cupped his fists: "Reporting to His Royal Highness, a child rolled down the hillside with injuries all over his body. He should be a refugee."

No one knew that Mu Xiu, the crown prince of the current dynasty, had secretly left the palace for a private visit to the area north of the Huaijiang River a few days ago.

The young Mu Xiu was about to get up and lift the curtain of the car when Zhao Chengde caught him. At this time, Zhao Chengde was still a handsome eunuch

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

The young Mu Xiu's eyes showed confusion: "Naturally, it's to save people."

"His Royal Highness, think twice, just give him some money. These refugees have been infected with many diseases all the way south. How can you get close to the refugees with your noble status? If there is any good or bad, the empress and Your Majesty will definitely skin the slaves." "

The young Muxiu frowned in embarrassment, then raised the curtain of the car and glanced at the dying young man in the middle of the road: "Eunuch Zhao, the Taifu has taught me the way of being a gentleman since I was a child, how can a gentleman be self-respecting and disregard others?" Life, now that he is unconscious, even if you give him a golden mountain, how will he know and save himself?"

"Your Highness..."

Zhao Chengde was dumbfounded by what the little prince said

Just when he was thinking hard about how to persuade His Royal Highness, Xiao Muxiu had already lifted the curtain of the car and jumped out

Zhao Chengde was so shocked that his throat split: "His Royal Highness?!"

"Eunuch Zhao, don't say too much."

Although Xiao Muxiu is young, the natural nobility in his gestures is hard to ignore

Zhao Chengde finally shut up

Ye Li stood up and cupped his hands to Xiao Muxiu who was only about his waist height: "Your Highness will accompany you there."

Xiao Muxiu gave him a sideways glance, as a tacit consent.

Xiao Muxiu approached the man who fell face-to-face in the middle of the road, squatted down slowly, turned him over with great effort, and watched carefully.

He has been living in the East Palace since he was born. A few years ago, he was so weak that he could barely walk out of the palace gate. After he got better, he walked around the palaces and imperial gardens. He had never seen anyone or anything outside the palace, so he felt that very fresh.

It was a young man not much different from his own age, skinny and ragged.

His lips were so dry and cracked that he was bleeding, because he fell from the hillside, and his body was scratched by gravel and dead grass branches. His messy hair was knotted and covered with dirt and grass clippings.

The clothes were made of extremely rough fabric, which cut your hands to the touch, and the whole face was dirty, covered with mud and black ash.

Bare feet, the feet can be regarded as wounds, some have already formed a thick layer of black blood scabs, and some have just scratched out, still oozing blood.

The more Xiao Muxiu looked, the deeper the creases between his brows became. It was hard for him to imagine how this young man, covered in bruises, could survive until now.

Without raising his head, he ordered, "Grandpa Zhao, bring the water bag."

Ye Li took off the water bag at his waist and handed it to Xiao Muxiu: "Report to Your Highness, don't bother Eunuch Zhao, I have it here."

"Well, thank you." Xiao Muxiu responded lightly, and took the water bag.

He was not afraid of getting dirty, and he lifted the boy up and lay down in his small arms as gently as possible.

The majestic crown prince has always been served by others, and he has never served others, so his movements are jerky and stiff, even a bit clumsy.

Zhao Chengde didn't want to talk anymore, if His Majesty and Empress knew that he not only didn't stop His Highness the Crown Prince from letting him get close to the refugees, but also touched the refugees himself...

He thought that there was no need to struggle anymore, he washed his neck and waited to die.

Ye Li looked at this unassuming little prince, and admired it in his heart.

Several people had different thoughts, and no one noticed that the eyeballs under the eyelids of the young man lying in the arms of the little prince rolled slightly.

Xiao Muxiu first took out the brocade handkerchief in his arms, poured some water from the water bag to soak the handkerchief, and then gently wiped the chapped lips for the person in his arms.

After wiping it clean, he fed him water again, and only then did Ye Li carry the boy into the carriage.

Zhao Chengde was about to go crazy on the spot, trying his best not to be stopped outside the car curtain

"His Royal Highness?! What are you doing with him in the carriage?"

Xiao Muxiu stood up, ignoring the dirt on his robe that was rubbed by the young man, "Naturally take him back to the palace."

"What?!" Poor Zhao Chengde was so frightened that he lost his mind.

Ye Li stood next to the carriage with the boy in his arms, and said expressionlessly: "Eunuch Zhao, dare to block the way of His Highness the Son of Heaven, do you want to commit the following crime?"

He just couldn't understand this group of worrying sissies in the palace. Could it be possible that he would be living for free when he was the dignified son of the emperor and the leader of the dark guards.

Zhao Chengde was so frightened that his lips were trembling, and he said earnestly: "Your Highness, you are too young to understand the world. This person's origin is unknown. If he is uneasy and kind enough to hurt you... we slaves will die Blame!"

Xiao Muxiu explained: "He is so injured, how can he hurt me? Eunuch Zhao doesn't need to worry, I have my own calculations."

In any case, Zhao Chengde is also the person that his mother arranges for her. Although his behavior is a bit presumptuous, it is still for his own good.

"His Royal Highness..."

Xiao Muxiu finally turned cold, and said calmly: "Eunuch Zhao, if you feel that you are doing too much by my side, after returning to the palace, I can send someone to send you back to the queen mother's palace."

Zhao Chengde was not afraid of the little prince's stubbornness, nor was he afraid that he would not speak, but he was afraid that he would be so indifferent.

Under Xiao Muxiu's expressionless gaze, Zhao Chengde reluctantly stepped aside

The little prince seems to be very talkative, pure-hearted and approachable, but who in the royal family is really easy to get along with.

The carriage continued to drive for a few miles, and Xiao Muxiu had roughly wiped off the dirt on the boy's face, and a golden brocade handkerchief turned black

Zhao Chengde looked at the face of the boy who was pillowed on Mu Xiu's lap, and sighed: "He is a handsome boy, but unfortunately his life is not good, and he encountered this natural and man-made disaster."

Ye Li sat behind a curtain, and said inexplicably, "Eunuch Zhao's words are probably inappropriate. If this young man's life is not good, how could he happen to roll down the hillside and stop the carriage of His Royal Highness? This is clearly destined Meet a nobleman."

Zhao Chengde's handsome face was flushed red: "Commander Ye is really dedicated to his duty, he never forgets to flatter and flatter, he is even more eunuch than our family's eunuch! Why don't we fight this face after returning to the palace and don't show it in front of His Majesty Please make an order, how about finding another position for Commander Ye?"

Ye Li sneered: "I, Ye, has been in charge of the Tianzi's Dark Guard Camp for so many years. How can I find another job if I seek another job? If Eunuch Zhao is not afraid of being scolded by His Majesty, just go."

Zhao Chengde and Ye Liming fought in secret, and after the last few moves, they were beaten too weak to fight back, so they could only grit their teeth and say, "Commander Ye Da is right! It's because our family doesn't know current affairs!"

"It's okay."

Finally let this talkative little eunuch slump for a while, the corners of Ye Li's resolute lips slightly curled up.

Little Mu Xiu didn't seem to notice anything, and said, "Ye Li, how far is the nearest town to us? This young man is covered in wounds. If he doesn't find a doctor to treat him, his life may be in danger."

"If you go back to His Highness, there are still about two kilometers left."

"Speed ​​up." Mu Xiu ordered.

"Yes."

The author has something to say: The protagonist dies, the whole drama is over, let it go hahahahaha hiccup

I forgot to mention it in the last chapter. In this article, my self-proclaimed setting for the prime minister is lonely, so don’t pay attention

Then I have to say something, I forgot, I will say it when I think about it

Thanks for reading 【Bow】