Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 340 Yamamoto Wuyou, because of the white hair

Outside.

Zhao Xiaoyin peeled the orange, the petals of the orange were round, and the peel spread in all directions, like a lotus cup. He handed it to Wu Santong:
"Grandpa, you eat first, it's sweet."

Wu Santong didn't go to pick it up, but shook his head and said with a smile:

"The tribute oranges from Lingnan are good, but they are against the heat and cold of the wine in my pot."

"That's it." Zhao Xiaoyin laughed, peeled the orange completely, tore the orange peel into small pieces, and threw it into Wu Santong's cup:
"Daddy said to drink something like this."

"Your father knows nothing." Wu Santong said angrily, "I have eaten more salt than he has traveled."

"Heavy salt hurts the kidneys." Zhao Xiaoyin said in a low voice with a serious face, his little hand was still pressing on Wu Santong's waist, and asked doubtfully, "Does it hurt, grandpa?"

"Go, go, go." Wu Santong said with a straight face.

"Slightly slightly." Zhao Xiaoyin rolled his big eyes, made a grimace, and ran away humming.

Wu Santong smiled charitably, took a sip from his wine glass, smacked his mouth, nodded and whispered:

"It has a faint orange fragrance, which is really good, tsk tsk, but why does it smell weird?"

He looked puzzled, and took another sip.

East Palace.

The prince's guard was standing in front of the door, yawning, feeling bored, when he suddenly saw a petite and sharp figure approaching.

They widened their eyes, and immediately lost all sleepiness, and respectfully knelt down to salute:
"See His Royal Highness Prince Yin."

As soon as they knelt down, they were pulled up by a pair of small hands: "Get up."

Zhao Xiaoyin pulled the two guards up, quietly stuffed two tribute oranges in their hands, and asked in a low voice:

"Is the prince still reading?"

The guards looked grateful. Although King Yin was young, the maids, eunuchs and guards in the palace knew that King Yin was benevolent and treated others even more gently. They became more respectful:

"His Royal Highness has been meditating since you had dinner in Youshi."

"Is it Xiaoyin?" There was a surprised voice in the room, while the guards were talking, the door creaked open, and a young man in yellow robes walked out quickly.

"Brother Prince."

"His Royal Highness."

Prince Li Zhong was full of joy, he took Zhao Xiaoyin's little hand and walked into the room.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Xiaoyin saw a screen over seven feet high, on which were engraved pictures of Lao Ran preaching and teaching.

"It's so late, why are you here Xiaoyin?" Li Zhong poured a cup of hot tea for Zhao Xiaoyin himself.

"Brother Prince doesn't know?" Zhao Xiaoyin was slightly taken aback.

"What happened?" Prince Li Zhong looked surprised:
"I have been staying in the quiet room."

Zhao Xiaoyin slowly told Li Zhong about the burning of Pingkang Square tonight, and Li Zhong's expression kept changing, becoming more and more dignified:

"Just now the sky fire attacked the imperial city?"

"Yeah." Zhao Xiaoyin nodded:
"If grandpa didn't take action, I'm afraid there will be another big fire.

I was just worried about Brother Prince, so I ran here specially. "

Li Zhongchang breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed Zhao Xiaoyin's head, his eyes flickered, and sighed:
"In the entire imperial city, Xiaoyin, you miss me the most."

"Mother is also very concerned about you." Zhao Xiaoyin pursed his lips, took out a few Lingnan tribute oranges from his bosom, and said seriously:

"Just now when Xiaoyin went to the imperial study, my mother was worried about the prince's elder brother, and asked me to bring some Lingnan tribute oranges that the prince's elder brother likes to eat most."

Li Zhong pinched Zhao Xiaoyin's smooth and tender face, smiled and peeled the orange, the petals of the orange entered his stomach, and the coolness and sweetness entered his heart. He seemed to remember something, opened the drawer of the desk in front of him, and took the orange from inside. Take out a wooden box that is one palm long and wide.

The wooden box was opened, and a six-color cube lay quietly inside.

The cube has six sides in total, and each side is composed of a total of nine squares of the same size, horizontal and vertical, and each large side is the same color, with a total of six sides.

Li Zhong picked up the six-colored cube: "Xiao Yin, this is an ingenious toy that has become popular in Chang'an recently. According to Yan Liben, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, the inventor of this object called it 'Mofang'.

As for the gameplay, it is to disrupt it and then reorganize it, but it is often difficult to reshape its original appearance if it is disrupted.

Those who can reshape are all intelligent people in the world. "

Li Zhong pushed the six-color ink square in his hand to Zhao Xiaoyin, and said with a gentle smile:
"I know you like to play. I asked the Ministry of Industry to make this six-color ink square. It is made of high-quality golden nanmu, and all six sides are painted with Yanzhou colored lacquer."

Zhao Xiaoyin took the six-color ink cube with a smile. He had played with this kind of ingenious toy when he was a child. The inventor was his father Zhao Wujiang. But at that time, the six sides of the ink cube were all black, but each side was painted with different Patterns.

"Thank you, Brother Prince." He smiled sweetly, and kept fiddling with his hands. A burst of light fragrance entered his nose. He sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose, and realized that it was a kind of spice, which should be used for concentration. People in Chang'an love fragrance, whether it is The dignitaries and the common people like to burn incense and smear spices.

Prince Li Zhong smiled warmly and kindly. He especially liked Xiao Yin, the youngest brother. He said that the emperor was ruthless to his family, but since Xiao Yin could walk, he often came to play with him. The two had a deep brotherhood.

The two kept chatting, talking about novel and interesting things in Chang'an City, the room kept laughing, and the bright moon gradually hung high.

Nearly an hour later, Zhao Xiaoyin returned to his mansion from the East Palace.

The cool wind was blowing, and the sparse snowflakes were falling. Li Zhong looked at the dark sky outside the door, leaned lazily on the slum, and stuffed the round tribute orange petals into his mouth. He felt a little tasteless.

The evening wind passed by, and the door was closed, blocking Li Zhong's eyes looking at the sky.

"What? Are you softened?"

A low voice with a hint of sarcasm came from behind the screen.

Li Zhong didn't look back, slowly peeling the oranges, his expression gradually became gloomy.

A figure came out from behind the screen, Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, with his hands on his back, quite majestic. He stood beside the screen, the candle light couldn't reach it, and only cast a shadow on him:
"Prince Yin is young, but he already has an exquisite mind and will become a great weapon in the future. Can you compete with him?"

"Xiaoyin didn't want to fight with me." Li Zhong said hoarsely:
"He is free and easy by nature, interested in strange things, and often explores some matters of litigation with the minister of Dali Temple. His mind is out of control."

"Why deceive yourself and others?" The figure beside the screen sneered:
"Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, defeated Xiang Yu and wiped out Qin Huo. At that time, even if he didn't want to become emperor, his brothers would put a knife around his neck and let him ascend the throne!
Fighting together, who doesn't want to be the servant of the dragon?
Once King Yin grows up, hehe, even if he doesn't want to, the guests in his palace and the courtiers standing by his side will push him forward. By then, you, brother, can you resist it? "

Li Zhong was silent, he grabbed the tribute orange beside him, without peeling the skin, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, the juice splashed, the bitter taste in the orange peel exploded in his mouth, and flowed into his heart.

"If you are soft-hearted, leave it to me!" The figure beside the screen shook.

"Crack." The broken tribute orange hit the screen hard, staining a pool of orange, yellow and orange green. Li Zhong suddenly turned his head, his eyes were fierce, and the eagle watched the wolf:

"you dare!"

(End of this chapter)