Chapter 28 Mother

"Ah, I'll give my brother a dress." Lan Shanyu had to explain when he met the shiny eyes of the little red bird.

"Is the national master your brother?" Chen Ziqi opened his mouth slightly, and a suspicion that he had forgotten before suddenly emerged. Look at the nine pearls stretched out with silk silver on the top of the national master's head, and then look at the nine sapphires on Lan Shanyu's head. Except for the color, these two crowns are almost exactly the same.

Suddenly I felt a sudden realization.

"The wind is cold by the door, your highness come and sit down." The national master returned to his calm appearance and greeted Chen Ziqi.

It was winter, and the Taizhen Palace was no longer as empty as summer. A warm pavilion was separated by a high wooden screen. At the foot was a high platform with a warm wool blanket, and the futon used to sit was also replaced with soft cushions. The charcoal fire in the smoke cage that was high for one person was burning vigorously.

Chen Ziqi sat down in front of the shorter table, and immediately a waiter covered his legs with a velvet blanket and stuffed him a small hand stove to hold it. The little red bird felt the warmth of the hand stove and stretched out its small wings and patted it.

"Don't move, if you fall in, you'll burn you into a roast chicken." Chen Ziqi stuffed the little red bird back into her clothes and looked up at the two people opposite her.

"Puff--" Lan Shanyu, who had just taken a sip of tea, was choked when he heard the word "roasted chicken".

"Don't worry, I won't tell you about your affair with the national teacher." Chen Ziqi said seriously.

"Amnesty?" The national teacher Tian Cha's hand couldn't help but tremble, and he glanced at the bird's head that appeared again, "Your Highness, this word cannot be used randomly."

Chen Ziqi scratched his head: "Isn't it called an affair when we meet in private?" Dazhang's national master had contact with the people from Guiyun Palace, so it would be a bad idea to tell him.

National Master: "...Not calling."

At this point, the national teacher had to tell the story of his own belonging to Guiyun Palace.

Hearing this, Chen Ziqi stood up and left: "You should not tell me such a big secret." The more you know, the faster you die.

"This is not a secret," the national master couldn't help laughing when he saw Chen Ziqi's reaction, "The emperor knows it."

"Huh?" Chen Ziqi stopped and looked at the national master suspiciously.

Others may not be very clear, but the emperor knew it. Before becoming the national teacher, Lan Jiangxue was originally loyal to the Fengwang. Because the national teacher's inheritance was too special, he could only choose from the Lan family lineage, and this generation happened to choose Lan Jiangxue.

Most of the important officials in the court came from major sects in the world, so there was nothing we could do about it. People who were not from major sects could not afford to read. However, the national teacher had a special status and was not completely loyal to the emperor...

Chen Ziqi remembered that after Danyi entered the palace, the emperor once asked him whether Danyi had met the national master. It can be seen that the emperor was still a little taboo about this matter, so he asked this question.

"Brother Lan, where is Dan Yi?" Lan Shanyu and Dan Yi returned to Yun Palace together, but now Lan Shanyu has returned to the capital, why hasn't Dan Yi come back?

Lan Shanyu glanced at the furry bird's head: "He...is pretty good."

The little red bird stared at Lan Shanyu, tilted its head, and the two small red feathers on its head also shook left and right reads;.

"Ahaha, Peacock Tower has something to deal with, I'll leave first." Lan Shanyu got up and ran away as if he was running away.

When Lan Shanyu left, Chen Ziqi could talk to the national master about the divine chicken with confidence. He pulled up a corner of the blanket on his legs and placed it on a low table, pressed the hand stove, and then took out the chicken in his arms and placed it beside the hand stove.

The little chicken without feathers was afraid of the cold. Chen Ziqi was afraid of freezing it, so he stretched out his hand to protect it from running around: "National Master, the divine chicken appeared again. Why didn't it grow at all? When will it grow feathers?"

"The gods live a long life, so they naturally grow slowly. Have you heard that the boys under the celestial throne will still look like boys after thousands of years." The national teacher smiled slightly, looked at the furry little red bird, and suddenly remembered that the young master looked a little cold during the winter, so he should make him a dress.

Thinking of this, I spread out a piece of rice paper, picked a fine brush, and started painting.

"Chir!" The red bird was unwilling to stand on the short table, and flapped its wings and jumped to Chen Ziqi's arm, and then jumped up to his head in a few seconds, pecking his uncombed hair, and slashing a small nest on it.

After the national master finished drawing the style of his clothes, he looked up at them and found that the little red bird was squatting on Chen Ziqi's head with his eyes hanging down. Chen Ziqi was stretching out his short hand to touch him. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and chuckled. His pen kept stopping. Soon, a white tracing of a doll with a doll's head turned onto the paper.

When Chen Ziqi caught the chicken, he looked at the national master again. The national master naturally picked up the piece of rice paper just now and covered it on it.

"National Master, do you want me to make clothes for the divine chicken?" Chen Ziqi looked at the picture in the national master's hand. It was a small vest with a furry edge, narrow on top and wide on the bottom.

"Well, it's cold in winter, give the chicken... cough, make a dress for the divine bird, he can come out and run away." The national master said with a smile.

"Chir!" The little red bird flapped its wings to express dissatisfaction.

Chen Ziqi nodded obediently and asked for the rice paper: "I'll go back and ask my mother to give me a try." Even though he said that, he felt a little confused. If the little fairy knew that he was going to make clothes for the chicken, he would definitely think he was crazy.

The national master originally wanted to let Lan Shanyu do it, but when Chen Ziqi said this, he did not object. He smiled and nodded: "Since the god is back, when His Highness practices in the future, he will keep him by his side, which will be helpful to His Highness."

Chen Ziqi folded the rice paper and put it into his sleeves, looked at the little red bird that was pecking at the snacks in the hand stove. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Do you Guiyun Palace have anything to do with the gods?" Dan Yi taught him a new way of breathing. At this moment, the national master said that the little red bird could be beneficial to his martial arts...

"Of course, Lan Shanyu and I are both people who serve the gods." The national teacher said with a faint smile.

"Where is Danyi?" Chen Ziqi looked up at him, and his fist hidden in his sleeve gradually clenched. Is Danyi making friends with him just because he is the one chosen by God?

The national master looked at the little red bird who stopped to eat snacks: "Young master, he is different from us." As for the difference, he didn't say anything.

But this sentence was enough. Chen Ziqi breathed a little relieved, picked up the little red bird and shook it, threw away the pastry residue, put it back in his arms, bid farewell to the national master, and returned to the palace under the thin snow.

As soon as I walked to the vicinity of Qingyun Palace, I saw Chang E wearing a large cloak, as if she was walking towards Chaoyang Palace.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Chen Ziqi called her.

"Hey, Amu has a high fever. I'm confused when I heard that I'm confused. I'll go and have a look." Chang'e felt a little embarrassed. She shouldn't have been in charge of this kind of thing, but the fat man had been with her for half a year and had some feelings for her.

"I'll go too." Chen Ziqi also wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Chang E.

"You are young and weak, don't go to reads;." Chang'e refused to let him go, so she turned around and left in a hurry.

When we arrived at Chaoyang Palace, the queen and a few concubines were there.

He was scolding several palace ladies: "How did you take care of the prince? He was able to stomp on the quilt at night and wake up from the cold!"

The imperial physician said that Amu suffered from a cold at night. When a child suffered from a cold at night, he must have kicked the quilt. This shows that no one was watching in Chen Zimu's room at night.

"The Empress is a good example. I have never been lazy. It was because it suddenly snowed last night and the little prince was weak..." The palace maid next to Amu tried to defend herself.

"It has been cold these two days. How big is the difference between snow and not snow? Could it be that if you don't snow, do you just cover him with a thin summer quilt if it snows?" Chang E couldn't hear it anymore and interrupted her mouth.

The queen did not rebuke Chang E's comments, obviously agreed with her statement.

Several palace maids were trembling and did not dare to say more.

When he returned to Qingyun Palace in the evening, Chang E was holding a bowl of rice, and there was something bad. Looking at Chen Ziqi who was drinking hot noodles, hesitated for a while and said, "Little bastard, I will discuss something with you."

"What?" Chen Ziqi finished drinking the hot soup in the bowl and handed the empty bowl to Chang E.

Chang E took it and served him another bowl. Even though she was promoted to a concubine, the mother and son still kept their meal away. No one looked at the meal more comfortable: "I went to see the little fat man, and he was burning like charcoal, and he kept calling him "uncle" and "brother". It seems that he can't bear it."

Chen Ziqi took the full bowl, sucked the noodles, stuffed an elbow into her mouth and chewed it: "So what?"

"I was thinking about it. Now that I have been promoted to Yuepin, my share has doubled, which is enough to support myself. Otherwise, I will raise Amu and be your own brother..." Chang E hesitated a little. If this were not the case before, she would never do such a thankless thing. After all, it would be difficult for her to support a son.

It's different now. As a concubine, she is already qualified to adopt another prince. Moreover, if Chen Ziqi wants to live better in this palace, she needs someone to help her. If she gives favors at all times, it's better to just join in as her own person. By the way, Amu's child is really pitiful.

"Chir!" The little red bird squatting at the corner of the table and pecking at his small bowl, shouted in dissatisfaction. Wouldn't it be that the little fat man would come over to raise him?

Chen Ziqi put down his chopsticks and remained silent for a while.

Chang E looked at her son and was a little nervous: "If you don't agree, then..."

"It's not impossible," Chen Ziqi said with a serious look on his face, and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, "You make me this, I agree."

Chang E opened the rice paper and took a look. There was a vest for the chicken on it... and slapped Chen Ziqi on the head: "You little brat, are you playing tricks on me?"

The next day, Chang E went to ask Emperor Zhenglong for the decree. Emperor Zhenglong didn't care much about these sons. He could take as long as he wanted to raise them, and he agreed with a wave of his hand.

When Amu opened his eyes, he saw Chang E sitting on the head of the bed in soft clothes. He turned his head blankly and saw that the arrangement around him was not the palace he was familiar with: "Why am I here?"

"The emperor agrees, you will be my son in the future." Chang E stretched out her hand and flicked her pink nose. She couldn't help laughing. It was still a three or four-year-old child who was as old as Chen Ziqi, and she was at the age of being disgusted by dogs, and it was not fun at all.

"Really?" Amu sat up, stared at his slightly edema eyes, and asked in disbelief, "Will I have a mother in the future?"

"Yes, I will be your mother from now on."

"I have a mother...mother...wuwuwu...is it true? Didn't you tease me?wuwu..." Amu asked over and over again, and then started to cry as he asked.
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