This year, it was Cen Xijin who accompanied the second prince on his birthday.
The rest of the palace maids and eunuchs had all gone to other palaces to join in the fun, and how could they care about His Highness the Second Prince, who was living in seclusion in the Jianxian Pavilion.
Even though the second prince was a big-hearted person, he also sensed some warmth and coldness in human feelings. He poked the mud in his palm, his bright red mouth naturally pouted, and he lowered his head and said, "Auntie, do they not want me anymore?"
From the proud son of heaven, who is admired by the stars, to the dirty child who is ignored by no one, the gap is not as big as usual.
Cen Xijin hugged him with a smile and said seriously: "They don't want you, my aunt does."
"In previous years, I stayed up late with my mother, who would accompany me to set off fireworks and give me New Year's money. My uncles would also send people to the palace to give me small things, and sometimes my father would have dinner with us. "The second prince shrugged his nose, and his nasal cavity was very sour when he said these words.
"These are no more. From now on, my aunt will stay with you, okay?" Cen Xijin carefully took his hand and gently wiped the mud on his palm with a handkerchief. After the Nanhai Shenni incident, she no longer wanted to fabricate an ivory tower for him.
What's the use? You'll have to face it sooner or later.
And he is also a young man. He should not live in the beautiful illusion of flowers and brocade cooking oil, but should face his bleak life, even if the road ahead is bloody.
The second prince was stunned for a moment, then nodded as if he understood something, and replied seriously: "Okay, I would like my aunt to accompany me as well."
"Hey, you like me?" Thinking of what Cai Xin said to her a few days ago, Cen Xijin felt funny, so he also thought about teasing the cute baby.
Cen Xijin asked the question unintentionally, but he didn't expect that the second prince was interested. A pink blush immediately appeared on his soft and white face. He looked really cute. It contrasted with his already formed phoenix eyes, which were delicate and small. Her facial features, tsk tsk, are so beautiful, no matter how you look at them.
Sure enough, good genes are different.
The second prince lowered his head shyly and said in a voice like a mosquito's hum, "Yes, I like it."
He thought he liked her.
Hearing this, Cen Xijin's face actually burned a little, as if he had drunk a pot of water and stifled the donkey, and his heart was proud and bright, which can be said in two words: bright and bright.
So she stood up and laughed: "Let's set off fireworks together!"
Just hearing a "chi" sound, the fireworks over Jianxian Pavilion bloomed one after another.
There are those that look like lanterns and hydrangeas, and there are also those that look like chrysanthemums and gourds. The most beautiful ones are the ones filled with pear blossoms.
Although the quality of these fireworks is lower than that of Cining Palace, Guanju Palace and Yaoguang Palace, they can still illuminate people's hearts and make them feel warm.
Except for one trip to Cining Palace to pay a visit to the Queen Mother, the second prince's first and second year of junior high school passed almost in a haphazard manner.
Emperor Zhengxing also granted him permission not to go out and walk all the time.
This is a bit like confinement.
So for twelve hours every day, I either ate, slept, listened to stories, or drank bowls of chicken soup for the soul at Cen Xijin’s place.
Chicken Soup for the Soul is delicious, but after a while, I feel empty.
Early in the morning on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the second prince began to grab Cen Xijin's sleeves and said pitifully that he wanted to drink fresh pheasant soup.
Pheasant cub soup...it must be fresh pheasant cub soup.
These words shocked Cen Xijin to take a breath of cold air, okay! Where could she get him fresh pheasant cubs at this time?
The second prince's eyes were reddish, and there were glistening tears in his eyes: "Aunt, I haven't had this soup for a long time. I remember the last time was when my mother was here..."
Cen Xijin didn't say anything, just turned around and walked out immediately.
"Auntie, please don't let me go!!" The second prince yelled flatly, tears streaming down his face in grievance.
"I'll find you some pheasants!" Cen Xijin roared angrily, slapping his chest and panting, feeling like he could no longer suppress the ancient energy in his body.
Seeing that Cen Xijin was angrily defeated and refused to go out, the second prince's evil eyes were still full of tears, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised when no one else could see it.
The little trick seems to work, but my aunt is actually not that smart, and is a bit clumsy?
If Cen Xijin had turned around and looked at him, he would have covered his mouth and exclaimed. It turned out that the little meatball started the path of evil at about this time, and would go further and further on the path of darkness.
Pity her, she was still mumbling "pheasant cubs" all the time!
Cen Xijin thought about it, bit her lip and scratched her head, and finally went in the direction of Yaoguang Palace.
It's not that there are no fresh pheasant cubs in the palace, it's just... She has no face to go to the Shangri-La Superintendent. Although she is a first-class palace maid and has a respected status, her master is unable to support the wall. Her father-in-law can't help it. Maybe I can give her face!
After much deliberation, it was more reliable to go to Chen Jieyu, a professional chicken farmer.
Let me ask you, which company is better at raising pheasants? Mrs. Chen is busy in Yaoguang Hall.
However, when mentioning pheasants in this palace, who would not be the first to think of His Majesty’s new favorite, Chen Jieyu!
This is not a distortion of the original meaning, but Chen Jieyu is quite specialized in raising chickens, ducks and livestock.
However, Cen Xijin was a little unsure whether Chen Jieyu would give her the pheasant cubs that looked like her own.
The most important point is, what should I do if I bump into His Majesty the Emperor...
After Emperor Zhengxing met Chen Jieyu, he stayed in Yaoguang Hall almost every night. Even when Chen Jieyu was inconvenient every month, he would accompany her to have meals and wait for her to go to bed. After catching it, he carefully went to other palaces.
In this case, the possibility of hitting Emperor Zhengxing is simply too great, okay!
It was just like this that Cen Xijin felt hesitant and unhappy.
She still clearly remembered that the thirty-year-old man kicked her, causing her to feel pain while sleeping for several days.
If she met that old man again... wouldn't she have to suffer internal injuries and vomit blood?
Cen Xijin's calculation was indeed correct. Emperor Zhengxing was actually in the Yaoguang Palace at this moment, standing in front of a pig pen full of hope with Chen Jieyu holding a pheasant, chatting and laughing, scolding Fang Qiu, it was really like that. Cen Xijin squinted at the beautiful couple, who looked like the village chief and his wife.
It seems that His Majesty was dragged into the water by Chen Cunhua?
When Cen Xijin came back to her senses, Cuihua was smiling at her and said, "Aunt Jin came here for something?"
If something happens, look for the chicken.
Cen Xijin suppressed his curse and smiled: "Don't tell me, I really have something to ask for."
"If you have anything to do, just tell me, you're welcome." My master Jieyu has a close relationship with the palace maid Cen. Cuihua knows about this and thinks that she personally sent the bacon in the first place.
So Cen Xijin shamelessly opened the mouth of Chrysostom.
"What did you say?!" Cuihua patted her chest, her voice trembling unconsciously.
With such a sharp voice, even Emperor Zhengxing glanced here with interest, oh, that figure looked familiar to him!
Cen Xijin was so frightened that he held his breath, his hair stood on end, and his toes became tense.
