Chapter 11
A chill came from the bottom of his heart. Qu Dubian did not open his eyes, but controlled his breathing to keep it steady.
There was a stranger in the room.
Not everyone can be included in the simulator's favorability section.
First, it cannot display the favorability of relatives who are related to him by blood. After all, with this kind of blood relationship, it would be much easier to collect favorability, which may be suspected of cheating.
Second, it is meeting and fate.
The condition of fate is illusory, so let’s not discuss it for now, but the word “encounter” in the beginning is easy to understand.
In the middle of the night, the simulator suddenly popped up this reminder, which meant that the man named Yi Twelve was now in his bedroom!
The assassin who came to assassinate him?
No, no, this is the imperial palace, the Forbidden City. How could there be a killer who would assassinate a prince so blatantly... Who knows?
Qu Dubian was silent for a moment. After all, there are crazy people in every era.
After the commotion in the kitchen, the Imperial Hospital stopped giving him the "cold medicine". Perhaps the people behind the scenes discovered that he was still alive after hiding, and they stopped giving him the medicine because they were afraid of the risk of the matter being exposed.
Could it be that he felt it was a pity that he didn't die, so he started to adopt assassination mode?
Last time it was a secret frame-up, but this time they just showed their swords directly. Isn’t the gap in between a bit too big?
It shouldn't be.
calm.
calm.
Qu Dubian slowly loosened his clenched fists.
If he was really assassinated, his stepfather would definitely lose face if a prince died at this critical moment when the status of Ju'an Palace was being raised. After a thorough investigation, it was found that the person behind the scenes would be in a thankless task and there was no need to send out assassins against his child.
Under extreme mental tension, he heard a slight sound, as if folded paper was being opened.
Qu Watanabe: “?”
Paper, is there poison inside?
Thinking of this, he felt relieved a little. With the simulator, the poison would have almost no effect on him. It would only be internalized as a disease type and then recorded.
Yi Twelve blew some fangirl powder on Wen Xiaochun and Ye Xiaoyuan, and stood by the bed to draw.
Before sending him out, Captain Yi Zi asked him to record the little prince's daily life. It was his first time on a field trip, and he didn't know how detailed he had to be, so he simply drew down the entire living environment around the little prince.
He painted silently but quickly, and with just a few strokes, his works were vivid and lifelike.
After finishing the painting outside, he finally tiptoed in front of the bed and raised his hand to lift up the newly replaced thin curtains.
The child inside was sleeping in sweat, and seemed to feel the slight coolness on his body. He frowned slightly, turned over suddenly, raised his butt, and faced away from him.
With this movement, most of the quilt fell off.
The child was wearing a washed-out bellyband. He was so thin that the bellyband's string hung down a long way from his waist. He shivered, probably because he was cold.
Shit, the quilt fell off and he almost got goosebumps! !
Qu Dubian had held his breath to his limit and barely managed to keep his breathing steady without being discovered.
The next second, the quilt that had fallen off was covered on him again. Someone pulled it up for him and tucked the corners in carefully.
Qu Watanabe: ...?
The man covered him with a blanket but did not leave. He heard the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper again, and then the 'assassin' quietly lowered the curtain and returned it to its original state.
Qu Watanabe turned over again.
Yi Twelve paused, looked again, and seeing that the quilt had not fallen off, he closed the curtain.
Qu Dubian opened his eyes silently, and at the moment the curtain closed, he clearly saw a light blue orchid embroidered on the assassin's tight black cuffs.
Cymbidium is the national flower of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
It blooms all year round and has strong vitality. It is usually a light green color, but in the coldest days of winter, it will turn into a bright red blood orchid.
There are many varieties of orchids. The people of the Great Zhou love orchids so much that even Ye Banban’s clothes have orchid patterns.
But not everyone can embroider orchids on their clothes.
Ye Banban once told him that only with the emperor's permission could one embroider orchid on clothes, otherwise even if one was a prince or a royal family member, it was not allowed.
The child's bellyband he was wearing had a pattern of orchid. It was made of the material that the emperor had specially awarded to Concubine Yun. Among the concubines in the harem, only Concubine Yun had this honor.
Is Yishier the cheap dad's person? He can embroider the national flower on his clothes, and maybe even have a knitting on his body.
Qu Duanbian fell into deep thought.
Judging from this man's actions, he probably has no ill will towards him.
Yi Twelve, the name sounds strange. Based on his years of experience watching TV dramas, could this be the legendary cold-blooded and selfless secret guard whose name is a ranking number?
What a cliché setting.
But what on earth was he doing here? Qu Duanbian couldn't help but start to speculate.
He tossed and turned in bed, becoming more and more energetic.
On the other side, on the dead branches of the elm tree outside.
Yi Twelve put the piece of paper with the naked child in a red bellyband that he had just drawn into his arms with an expressionless face.
As the cold wind blew, he became more and more energetic.
Not only do I have to keep records, I also have to cover the child of my boss's boss's boss with a blanket.
When will this overtime work end?
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It was not until the second half of the night that Qu Dubian could no longer resist the fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.
He slept uneasily and had a nightmare. In the dream, he overslept and woke up to find that he only had ten seconds left to live. While he was doing Tai Chi against the clock, his body physically shattered to the ground. Ye Banban and Xiaochun picked up the broken pieces of him and cooked porridge while crying...
When he woke up, he lay on the bed, feeling a slight headache. He stared blankly for a long time with his eyes open.
The room was filled with silence.
The light from outside filtered in, and the sound of birds singing could be faintly heard.
Qu Dubian blinked, stretched, pulled out some warm little clothes from under the quilt and put them on himself.
"Can you detect whether Yi Twelve is nearby?"
Qu Watanabe asked this question in his mind and yawned after asking.
"Think it over before you answer. How can I study with peace of mind under the surveillance of that unknown person, Yi Twelve? If he has bad intentions and finds out that I went to the academy and spreads this matter, I will definitely not be able to go to the academy. If I can't go to the academy, I won't be able to write. If I can't write, I won't be able to write my insights. Then..."
"It's okay to be illiterate. You can let me write in modern Chinese characters. Oh, or you can wait a few more years until my cheap dad remembers me and sends me to school, or I get killed by someone so you can find a literate host of the right age to bind to."
Simulator: [……]
Simulator: [The host's request is reasonable. The simulator will provide the host with a real-time distance of 22.]
Qu Watanabe was in a good mood.
"Where is he now?"
Simulator: [10 meters away from the host.]
Qu Watanabe: "Can you mark the location for me like on a certain evil map?"
The simulator didn't respond. Qu Duan curled his lips. "Okay, there has to be a limit to testing the bottom line. Today's result is an unexpected surprise. It seems that he, the host, is more important to the simulator than he thought."
Ten meters...
It should be outside the temple.
He guessed that after the dream and the incident in the big kitchen, his cheap father finally paid more attention to his youngest son and secretly sent someone to see him.
However, speculation is just speculation and cannot be completely confirmed.
When Xiaochun has figured out the route to Dongyuan tomorrow, he can go to the academy secretly. This is a good opportunity to use this to test the waters.
After thinking about what to do, Qu Watanabe put Yi Twelve behind his mind. Under his observation, he practiced Tai Chi when it was time to do Tai Chi and ate when it was time to eat.
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By the evening.
Yi Twelve took the painted papers and returned to the Zichen Palace.
He presented five drawings, and described in a flat voice what he saw in Ju'an Hall exactly, even more carefully than Eunuch Yu.
Emperor Chongzhao flipped through the painting in his hand.
The first picture was of the bedroom in Ju'an Palace. It should be at night. Two eunuchs were sleeping under the master's bed. He snorted coldly, "These two servants are really unruly."
B Twelve said: "It seems that there are no beds in other halls. Your Highness' hall is warm. I guess Your Highness is afraid to sleep alone, or to save charcoal."
Emperor Chongzhao shouted: "Yu Decai!!"
Eunuch Yu said through the screen, "Your Majesty." The secret guard could not be easily seen by anyone except the emperor, so he could only stand here through the screen.
Emperor Chongzhao: "Didn't we just replenish it last time? Could it be that Ju'an Hall is still short of charcoal?"
Eunuch Yu said respectfully, "Of course it is quite a lot. It is probably because we were short of money in the past and have become accustomed to saving."
Emperor Chongzhao was silent for a while and said, "Go on."
The martial arts of the Yi Shadow Guards are not strong, but without exception they all have excellent memory. Yi Twelve can even reproduce every word he heard in Ju'an Hall since last night, and can also summarize the general cause and effect of the matter in concise language.
How to say it depends on the specific situation.
In this situation, the more careful you are, the better.
As he spoke, Emperor Chongzhao turned the page. There was a picture of a baby turning over and sleeping, with no face - this was the child he hadn't seen for almost three years.
The child was wearing a bellyband, and because it was a quick charcoal drawing, the color of the bellyband could not be seen, but Emperor Chongzhao paused and his eyes rested on a familiar pattern at the corner of the bellyband.
The pattern is a cold orchid.
Emperor Chongzhao still remembered that when Concubine Yun was pregnant, he happily ordered the embroiderer to show off the red silk embroidered with blooming winter orchids. Among all the princes and princesses in the palace, only Concubine Yun's child had this honor.
How much he and Concubine Yun had been looking forward to the birth of their child.
He thought of using this satin to make tiger-head hats, toys, and small clothes for children, whether they were boys or girls.
I originally thought that this piece of satin was still in Concubine Yun’s dusty palace, but now it seems that it should have been brought to Ju’an Hall by the palace servants when the palace was moved.
The hopes and blessings at the beginning were turned into clothes and worn by the children.
Emperor Chongzhao suddenly felt some emotion in his heart.
Another page turned.
The third picture shows the layout of the entire courtyard of Ju'an Hall.
The previous emperor had only two princesses, one married to the south of the Yangtze River, and the other married to a royal family in the northern border. Now, princesses are scarce in his harem, and there is only one young princess raised in the harem.
Therefore, Ju'an Hall, as the place where princesses of all generations lived before getting married, became even more desolate and cold. There was not even a decent decoration in the courtyard, only two clotheslines with a few clothes hanging on them.
The fourth and fifth pictures, one is a picture of practicing Tai Chi in the yard in the morning, and the other is a picture of having breakfast.
"He also has a hobby of practicing Tai Chi?" Emperor Chong Zhao was a little surprised. "Is this a habit he has always had, or?"
B12: "Looks like he's very skilled at it. This must be a habit that the little prince has already acquired."
Emperor Chongzhao praised him, "Since he likes to practice martial arts, this child should be in good health. Just like me, I was in good health when I was a child."
In fact, Yun Fei had been in the frontier since she was seven years old, so her physical fitness was naturally good, otherwise she would not be able to withstand the cold wind in the frontier. This child really inherited his and Yun Fei's excellent physical fitness.
“…”
Yi Twelve paused.
He thought about how little flesh there was on the Seventh Prince's body. When he turned over he could see the bones covered by the skin on his back. He looked so thin and didn't look like he was in good health.
Emperor Chongzhao read these five pieces of paper over and over again: "You..."
Yi Twelve prepared to retreat.
Emperor Chongzhao twisted the paper, as if he hadn't read enough, and murmured: "Go back later and come back tomorrow night."
B12: “?”
So this overtime life is not over yet, right?
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