His Highness Han looked at him and suddenly chuckled: "If you are really worried, you can find a chance to kill me, just like you found a chance to drug me." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Did he think he didn't want to do this? But his father had warned him long ago not to hurt his life.

He looked at the sky and the snow in the sky was getting heavier and heavier.

Looking at His Highness Han again, his back is still so arrogant.

Even if he was deposed as the crown prince, he would not forget to maintain his nobleness.

Sooner or later, he will let him show his true form and tear off his pretended arrogant face.

Turning around and leaving Xiaohan Pavilion.

After returning to the East Palace, Gu Yunxi had already come out to meet him.

"The prince is lucky, the prince is Qiansheng." Gu Yunxi bent down and saluted, seeing that there was snow on his body, he instinctively wanted to step forward and pat the snow on his body.

"What are you doing?" Huangfu Xian pushed her away.

After so long, I still refused to let her get close to him.

Gu Yunxi was not angry and said to him: "I see that there is snow on you, so I want to pat you."

"Need not."

"Yuzi." He changed his palace maid.

Yuzi stepped forward, patted the snow for him, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, it's clean."

The position of the great palace maids beside His Highness Xian is naturally not as good as that of Gu Yunxi.

She smiled silently, neither jealous nor jealous, and everything was pressing down on her heart.

Huangfu Xian turned around and went inside, his face a little dark and he was a little unhappy. He didn't need to disguise himself when there was no one else.

Huangfu Han's performance just now made him feel very uncomfortable.

He had seen him twice, and he was as calm as ever.

A spy went to peek, and the news he gave was the same.

If such an accident occurs, he has no emotions? How is it possible?

"Prince, do you have any worries?" Gu Yunxi followed in and asked him softly.

She is also free now, at least she can appear in front of him freely.

He was still happy to say a few words to Huangfu Han about his affairs.

"Will he really not feel sad if the father seized his throne?"

Hearing this, he knew that he had probably gone to see His Highness Han. Yun Xi said softly: "Of course you will be sad, angry, and hate you, but people know how to be fickle. Everything can be hidden without revealing flaws."

"Your Highness, you don't have to spend any effort on him. What's important now is that if you want to ascend the throne successfully, do you still need to figure out who your thoughts? If you are unhappy, find a reason to kill him."

"Your Highness, I heard that the emperor is not feeling well recently?"

He nodded.

"The emperor is still young, only in his forties. If the emperor lives to be eighty, would you have to wait for another forty years to ascend the throne?"

“…”

I could vaguely know what she meant. This vicious woman was no longer the same, and she whispered: "Shut up."

"Get out if you have nothing to do, don't bother me."

Gu Yunxi retreated without being arrogant or humble.

She and Xian are the same type of people, and he will understand her words.

From ancient times to the present, there are few things to kill the father for the sake of the throne?

After this incident, the New Year was celebrated and spring came.

The emperor's dragon body has been getting worse recently. In fact, he and the imperial physician know it well. It is caused by the transition from indulgence to corrupt the body and it has become worse and worse recently.

Chen Palace.

I also heard that the emperor's health was getting worse and worse. Princess Qianchen entered the palace that day and arrived in front of the emperor.

The emperor looked very bad. He lay alone on the dragon couch, and there was no one to serve him.

Since the incident between His Highness Han and Concubine Xiao, the emperor no longer summoned Concubine Xiao, and the dragon body was also in peace. Now it is becoming increasingly difficult to deal with.

Princess Qianchen came to his dragon couch and saw that her father, who had loved her in the past, lost weight for several months, naturally felt distressed.

She hadn't seen her father for a long time, and she clearly lived at the foot of the emperor.

"Father." Her voice choked and she knelt in front of the dragon couch and called him.

The emperor was in a bad spirit and forced his eyes to open his eyes. He looked at her and looked weak when he spoke: "You are here to see the father."

"Father, why are you sick?"

"The father is fine, it's not in the way."

"Xifeng..." The emperor called her nickname.

"Is Yanjing good to you?"

"Okay, of course it's OK. If he dares to treat me badly, I will definitely let my father raid his house." She swallowed the truth in her heart. Her father was already seriously ill and suddenly she didn't want to worry him.

I know that my father was seriously ill or that I got the news from Lord Dutong.

"That's good. He will be nice to you, and my father will be relieved."

"The father knows the man in Yanjing. If you follow him, don't worry."

"Father, then you must get better quickly."

"Since I got married, you have never been with me."

"Okay, when my father gets better, I will chat with you."

"Yes." Princess Qianchen nodded and lay on the edge of the dragon couch. Seeing that he was weak, she was very sad.

He was indeed powerless, so he didn't want to say too much, so he slowly closed his eyes.

Princess Qianchen lay down for a while and stepped back.

After walking out of her father's bedroom, she came to the queen again.

The queen was trimming a pot of flowers in her room. The palace maid came and reported that Princess Qianchen had arrived. She nodded. She had not entered the palace for a long time.

After marrying, I don’t know how I’m living.

Things in the palace are so annoying enough, so naturally no one cares about her life after marriage.

After all, it was not born by myself. Even if I love her on weekdays, she was always separated from her belly and was difficult to fall in love.

Putting down the scissors in her hand, she walked out.

Princess Qianchen was waiting in the hall when she saw the queen walking out and bent down to salute.

"My son has met his mother."

"Xifeng, you're back."

"My mother is thinking about you every day."

"A son is not filial and cannot be filial to his mother."

"After marriage, follow your husband, serve your husband well, and you will be happy, and your mother will be satisfied."

Princess Qianchen looked at her. The current queen is not as energetic as before. Her Highness Han was deposed and her whole body seemed to have been sucked.

The queen sat down and called her to sit in front of her and talk.

"Mother, how are my brother Han doing now?"

"Can he be well?"

"Your brother Han looks really bad in his daily life. Even my mother often contradicts me. Now this change has happened. He is like a different person, neither quarrel nor quarrel. He is in the Xiaohan Pavilion all day long, either playing the piano or painting. He still can't forget the broken calligraphy and painting academy."

"My mother, don't worry. Brother Han doesn't say anything. Maybe he has grown up and been steady."

"If you really grow up, mature and steady, you should come to pay your respects to me often. You don't come to pay your respects to me much on weekdays. I want to see him and run over to see him."

"After a while, Brother Han feels relieved and will pay tribute to you. I will go to see Brother Han and talk to him, and I will say that you are very careful about him."

"Well, it would be great if he listened to you."

After chatting for a while, Princess Qianchen went to Xiaohan Pavilion.

When the past was gone, Jinse was also there, and she stood quietly by the side.

Seeing Princess Qianchen coming, she was slightly stunned, and then came over and saluted.

"Where is my brother Han?"

"It's inside." Jinse whispered.

Although she often came to accompany him, he seemed to be in his own world without looking up at her as if he had not been there.

Princess Qianchen walked in and saw His Highness Han sitting alone in front of the desk, writing.

His calligraphy is unique, and he has nothing to do when he is free, and he has to pass the time by writing, reading, painting and painting.

He had been writing for a long time, but he had never raised his head.

"Brother Han." Princess Qianchen walked up to him and called him. His hand holding the pen paused slightly, then raised his head and looked at her.
To be continued...