The black-bellied prince is all over the city

Chapter 11 May You Not Forget

When returning to the palace, Xu San was waiting at the door.He knew what was going on, turned around and prepared to leave.

"My lord—" Xu San called out to him with a loud voice on purpose. He turned around with a gloomy face and whispered sharply to Xu San, "Don't think that I won't kill you if you stay with me for a long time. You feed the dog!"

Xu San smiled sheepishly, "The prince must not make things difficult for the villain, Mr. Jin has been waiting here for half an hour."

Murong Xiye frowned, "Why, when will I not be able to offend Jin Zhicheng?"

"Of course not. Mr. Jin came to ask the prince to intercede, how can the villain drive him away." Xu San is indeed a very sensible person, Xi Ye gave him an appreciative look.

Since I came to plead for mercy, I must see her.Presumably it has something to do with that Concubine Lan.

As soon as he entered the front hall, he saw Jin Zhicheng distracted with tea. "Your Majesty Jin, you don't need to be too polite." If you don't say too much politeness, you don't need to say any more polite words, it's best to go straight to the point.

"Jin is really sorry for coming to bother the prince. Jin Zhiling, the younger sister of Jin, was thrown into the cold palace by the emperor a few days ago. I don't think the prince knows. Originally, it was not the prince's business. But the prince was there that day, so... Jin doesn't know if the prince can say a few words in front of the emperor. In the middle of winter, the cold palace is like hell. I don't want my sister to suffer too much."

Jin Zhicheng understood it very well.Murong Xiye leaned lazily on the chair, put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, and made a thoughtful look. "The king was indeed there that day. I also inadvertently heard Concubine Lan say that the king is bold..."

"That's definitely not my sister's original intention! Don't take your unintentional mistakes to heart!" Jin Zhicheng suddenly became nervous, stood up and bowed, cold sweat dripping from his temples.

"Lord Jin, you don't have to be so nervous. I'm just joking. But if I intervene in the affairs of the harem, I'm afraid Brother Huang will be unhappy." Do you think I haven't offended Murong Fenglin enough?Even Murong Xiye had heard of Jin Zhiling's reputation in the harem. Even if she was only going in and out of the cold palace, and heard the little palace ladies gossip along the way, there is a good chance that she was talking about her. It is the best of humanity to be thrown into the cold palace now.

They don't even know who Murong Fenglin was afraid of earlier.

"I just need the prince to mention it in front of the emperor. It doesn't matter if you lose your position, as long as you don't stay in the cold palace. Zhiling has always been weak, and it is difficult to survive this winter." Now in front of myself I have surrendered.

Murong Xiye yawned and raised his hand, "I will remember to mention it to my brother." Before Jin Zhicheng had time to thank him, he got up, turned his back to Jin Zhicheng, and said meaningfully, "It's better for Mr. Jin to keep a distance from this king. You don't want to make the same mistakes as Mr. Qin, do you?"

After speaking, he left through the side door.Jin Zhicheng was left alone in the front hall.

The tavern has no name and a blank plaque.Qingcheng asked the master, he just said that not everything in the world needs a name.

But even the wine is not listed, it is at the end of the long street.Who knows what business you are in.What Qingcheng didn't expect was that after the business of the nameless tavern had been sluggish for a while, the number of people suddenly increased, even to the point where the supply exceeded the demand.

As the saying goes, the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.Don't be afraid that you don't have a name.

The door of the tavern has long been broken, and with a light push, sawdust and dust fell down.The yard is full of withered weeds, and the pagoda tree stands bare in the middle, which was once covered with bamboo tubes for wine.

It's no longer a thing.

When he escaped from Yunguo Palace back then, what supported him was one sentence. "Remember, I am Yun Che, and you are Fei Ye. No matter what happens to me in the future, it is none of your business. From this moment on, I will make a clean break with you until the day we meet again. Don't wait for me, you can't wait Yes. All you can do is forget about me and leave Yunguo. If I have a chance to leave too, I will find you."

He walked in Lingyuan City as if he had lost his soul.Couldn't find a way out at all.Finally he fell asleep in front of the seemingly empty shop at the end of the long street.

The sound of the door opening startled him, and an old man came out from inside, only glanced at him, and asked him, "Do you want to stay here?"

He stayed.He broke his promise.He stayed in the most dangerous place and heard any news related to Yun Che.I have no other extravagant wishes, I just hope that he can live in peace.No waves, wait until the day when Xiguo picks him up.

What he waited for was the news that he had died in Yunguo Palace.The prince Murong Xiye pushed him into the pond in the back garden and drowned to death.He is just a proton from a neighboring country, the most unfavored prince, and as a condition for a truce, he lives on the tip of a knife.

Still falling.

That name has been engraved on his heart ever since.Murong Xiye.How much grievance does he have with Yun Che that will push him into the pool?Why did I believe that he would live in that place more easily than myself?Why did you promise him to leave and leave him alone in that place?

Why did she say she had forgotten that he had gone away, or stayed here and cared about his news?

Qingcheng walked step by step in the yard, her eyes didn't miss any place, she looked carefully, her palm touched everything familiar, as if it was still as clear as yesterday.

"Master Qingcheng seems to be very familiar with this place?" He almost forgot that there was someone with him.

"I've been here in my dream. I feel that every inch here is very kind." A gust of wind blew, and a bamboo tube rolled to his feet.

Don't forget.

The master did not allow him to name the wine brewed in the tavern.But when the master is not paying attention, he will always carve words on the bamboo tube.Then turn their engraved sides to face each other in the middle, so the master will not find out.

Of all the wines, his favorite is not to forget.Most of the time, drinking is to forget some people and things, so that you don't have to indulge in pain all the time.But this drinker has a fragrance, but it tastes as light as water.The aroma of his wine can make people drunk three points, drinking it is no different from drinking water.

In fact, you can't get drunk with anyone, and you can't forget anyone.

"Don't forget? I have never drank it. But I like the words engraved on the bamboo tube very much. I told my brother that it is a person with a story. He laughed at me when I also understood these things about the love of children. I don't know if it's the love between children, but it must be a sad story." Yang Qiyue glanced at the writing on the bamboo tube and snatched it away, not noticing Qingcheng's expression of loss.

Sad story.