Winter Solstice in the 29th year of Zhengde.

The gift from heaven embellishes the entire city of Chang'an like a fairyland of ice and snow.

Chen hour,

When the sky is just getting dark.

Cheers came from the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

Listening carefully to the cheers, there are those who praise God, and even more those who are grateful to His Majesty.

Commonplace.

Men, women, old and young, dressed in thick cotton-padded clothes, walked out of their small courtyard.

The children happily had a snowball fight with their peers.

Parents and elders, holding wooden shovels and brooms, were cleaning the snow in front of their homes with smiles on their faces.

From time to time, he would reprimand the juniors who accidentally threw snowballs on him.

The entire streets and alleys of Chang'an City became particularly joyful due to the heavy snowfall.

As for the disaster caused by witchcraft, the sixth prince Xu Yi.

Then they were all forgotten by the people.

It is true that everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door and does not care about the frost on other people's tiles.

Inside Youningyuan of Zongzheng Temple.

Xu Yi had trouble sleeping due to the recurrence of witchcraft.

I was woken up early by the laughter of the people on duty at Zongzheng Temple.

He casually put on a black cotton robe and walked out of the bedroom.

"Master Liu, is it too noisy outside the door? I'm going to drive them away right now."

Zhao Shou, who was carrying an iron kettle and was about to boil water, couldn't help but hurried forward when he saw Xu Yi walking out of the bedroom.

"It's okay. There has been no rain in Guanzhong for a long time, and the people have been suffering from snow for a long time. It is best not to disturb such a universal celebration."

Xu Yi tightened his tight cotton robe, shook his head and spoke slowly.

Walk out of the room.

The small courtyard has long been covered in silver, like a world of ice and snow.

Xu Yi opened his arms.

As if wanting to embrace every landscape in the courtyard.

Take a deep breath.

The cold breath went straight into my lungs.

Xu Yi couldn't help but shout out in joy.

"Heaven will not destroy me."

Putting down his arms and staring at the Yinji World-like world outside the door, Xu Yi murmured to himself.

When it snows heavily, the rumors of witchcraft will naturally be disproven.

But, how can a real man live under others for a long time?

How can you sit in a well and look at the sky all your life, living a life of deathly silence in that small courtyard?

Until one day, the heart is wrapped in death silence again, and it ends in depression like its predecessor?

Staring at the thick layer of snow outside the door.

A glint suddenly appeared in Xu Yi's eyes.

Upon closer inspection, there was a hint of ferocity hidden in the light.

"A witchcraft disaster took away my brother and biological mother."

"Eight years later, there was a severe drought in Guanzhong. Chang Shuirong, the left minister of the imperial censor, wrote a letter of impeachment against me, intending to restart the witchcraft disaster and take away me, the sixth prince of the current dynasty."

"If there was no one behind the scenes, how could Chang Shuirong bring up the witchcraft disaster again?"

"They won't even let me, a powerless prince who has been under house arrest for eight years, be spared."

"The person behind this is really cruel and ruthless."

"Oh, could it be that you really think that I, Xu Yi, am the lamb to be slaughtered?"

Just when Xu Yi was staring at the snow outside the door, he was lost in thought.

Zhao Shou beside him asked softly: "Master Liu, what do you want to eat in the morning?"

"Just do whatever you want."

Xu Yi, who came back to his senses, waved his hands slightly.

"It's up to you."

Zhao Shou had a troubled and troubled expression on his face.

Zhao Shou, who has always been fearless, was most afraid of Xu Yi's casualness.

No requirement is always the highest requirement.

"Just keep it simple, just cook some porridge and make some pancakes."

Seeing the embarrassed and tangled expression on Zhao Shou's face, Xu Yi added with a chuckle.

"Okay, Master Six, please wait for a moment, and I will do it now."

After receiving the clear instructions, Zhao Shou couldn't help but be overjoyed, and ran towards the kitchen with three steps at a time.

"Make more and prepare some for these two."

Seeing Zhao Shou about to run into the kitchen, Xu Yi reminded him.

Zhao Shou, who was about to run into the kitchen, couldn't help but pause on the spot.

He turned his head and looked at the two sculpture-like Mingguang warriors at the door unwillingly.

The final nod of helplessness should be.

Even if he was unwilling to do so, Zhao Shou would always abide by Xu Yi's words unconditionally.

This is his bounden duty as the son of the Zhao family, and it is also the only reason why Zhao Shou lives in the world.

In the fifteenth year of Zhengde, Zhao Qing, the head of the Zhao family and the general of the Zhengde Dynasty, was ordered to go on an expedition to Mobei.

In February of the following year, six carriages pulled Zhao Qing's corpse back to the court.

Behind the six carriages came ninety-six children of the Zhao family and three hundred of their most loyal generals.

Among the corpses of the three hundred generals who were equally dilapidated as the Zhao family's children was Zhao Shou's father.

Five years later, the witchcraft disaster broke out, and the already fragmented Zhao family was wiped out overnight.

The young son Zhao Shou escaped the disaster because of the protection of Queen Zhao.

For Zhao Shou, Xu Yi is not only his master, but also his only relative in the world.

Deep down in his heart, he is the only brother who needs his life to protect.

"Thank you, Sixth Prince, for your gift."

At the door, two sculpture-like Mingguang soldiers saluted with grateful faces and clasped fists.

After being on duty all night in the heavy snow, their bodies were already frozen.

However, Xu Yi, who was treated as a prisoner by them, rewarded them with a bowl of hot porridge without any care.

For them, this is like providing help in times of need.

Xu Yi nodded slightly and then walked into the room.

For Xu Yi, this is just a piece of cake.

His enemy has never been the bright light warrior who only has the emperor's orders in his eyes.

Instead, the court was filled with gloomy clouds and the aloof Emperor Zhengde.

In the bedroom.

Xu Yi picked up a silver-white hair crown from the wooden table.

He casually tied up his black hair.

Looking at the handsome but slightly pale face in the mirror.

Xu Yi unconsciously clenched his hands into fists.

After a while.

Xu Yi was sitting on the imperial chair in the study room after having breakfast.
To be continued...