Although Shi Yan walked very slowly on purpose, just to see Xu Mian for a little longer, he still had to pass by the Yizhang.

Just as he turned around and walked forward, something suddenly flew from behind him and hit Shi Yan steadily on the head.

Ah!

Shi Yan could see clearly that it was a big lemon. The lemons grown in the Zichen Palace have the bloodline of grapefruits, and they are relatively large in size. They smell sweet with a fresh fragrance.

Xu Mian liked them very much and picked several when he left just now. He turned around and lay down beside the Yizhang chair, stretching his little head to look at Shi Yan.

"Executioner, I'll smash you to death!"

After saying that, he threw the lemon in his hand at Shi Yan again.

Shi Yan dodged nimbly, but not to be outdone, he quickly pulled something out of his arms and threw it at her.

The thing fell steadily into Xu Mian's hand, it was an enamel box.

When she opened it, she saw hibiscus-colored rouge inside, which exuded a faint fragrance. The color was exactly her favorite cherry red.

Looking back, the road was empty, with only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves.

Ah Fu, I will not forgive you, you are a knife-wielder!

But I really like this enamel box of rouge.

Go outside the palace and buy it yourself another day. Xu Mian, you have to be more promising. You must never care about the murderer who killed Persian Meow Meow again!

She raised her hand and threw the rouge box out with all her strength.

The round rouge box rolled several times, and after it fell, the lid opened, and the cherry red color spread all over, like a large and beautiful flower in full bloom.

Xu Mian tried hard to suppress her depressed mood, and as the procession passed by, she looked back at the broken rouge on the ground.

Xu Mian and his party returned to Penglai Palace in a grand manner, only to find that it had been renovated and was brighter than before.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw a brand new swing.

"Crown Princess, this is something sent by the Empress. She said that you can see if there is anything missing. Just hand her a list and let the Ministry of Internal Affairs buy it."

Xu Mian nodded and walked towards the swing impatiently.

The swing is now wider than before. The maid next to her said, "Crown Princess, this is an ebony swing that His Highness had specially made for you."

Xu Mian was secretly delighted. Did he want to sit with me? She couldn't help but feel sweet.

Walking into the inner hall, Xu Mian found that the furniture and decorations inside were very exquisite.

"These were all selected by His Highness himself. He said that the Crown Princess would definitely like them."

Xu Mian nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, "Not bad, everyone gets a reward."

Xuelian on the side quickly took out some gold leaves and distributed them to the palace maids who came to pack up and report.

Xu Mian suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously, "Where are the pottery figures?"

Xuelian quickly picked up a box, walked up to her, and comforted her, "Don't worry, Princess. When the palace caught fire that night, I specially packed up the pottery figures."

Xu Mian excitedly opened the box and saw Ah Fu and Ah Xi lying in it intact, and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when she picked up Ah Fu, half of its head fell off; when she picked up Ah Xi, its body fell off.

Xuelian hurriedly apologized, "Princess, I took it off the shelf and it was still good. Maybe it was bumped when it was placed in the side hall for repair."

Although Xu Mian was heartbroken, she knew that porcelain was the most fragile.

"Bury it."

She buried the fragments of Ah Fu and Ah Xi under the albizzia tree in the courtyard, so that they could be together forever.

In a very hidden secret room in the capital, a middle-aged man with his face covered by a golden mask sat on a chair, looking weird and mysterious.

At this time, footsteps were heard on the stairs, and two young men appeared in the field of vision.

One of them was wearing a black brocade robe with a lifelike four-clawed dragon embroidered on his chest.

They went up to the second floor and entered the secret room.

After Wei Xin closed the door, he stood quietly at the door.

Shi Jun's brows trembled slightly. The masked man was making tea elegantly, and his movements and expressions revealed an elegant, gentlemanly temperament.

"Yafu..." Shi Jun's voice was slightly hoarse.

The man did not respond, and the atmosphere instantly became depressing.

After a moment, Shi Jun slowly knelt down.

The man poured a cup of tea and said calmly: "Jun'er, you don't look well. Your father is very worried about you."

Shi Jun stroked the blue mark on his neck with his hand and said hoarsely: "Please give me the antidote from Yafu."

"Do you know why your father didn't let Wei Xin bring you the antidote this month?"

Shi Jun put his hands in front of him, suppressed his anger, and whispered: "Jun'er did something wrong, so Yafu is angry. I accept the punishment."

The man stood up, walked slowly to the table, reached out and picked up a whip, and without hesitation, he whipped Shi Jun who was kneeling on the ground.

Shi Jun felt a sharp pain in his back and his body shook involuntarily, but he quickly straightened up again and kept kneeling on the ground.

"Why did you enter the palace?" The man's voice was cold and ruthless.

Shi Jun's lips trembled slightly, and he whispered: "It's for revenge..."

Before he finished speaking, another whip fell fiercely, as if to tear the air.

This whip was harder than before, and Shi Jun felt a piercing pain in his back, and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Wei Xin, who was standing at the door, couldn't bear to watch any longer, and turned away silently.

Shi Jun gritted his teeth and said firmly: "It's to become the prince and hold the power of the court."

It has always been like this. If you can't give the right answer, then the whip will continue to swing until you get a satisfactory answer.

The man finally stopped whipping and threw the whip back on the table.

Then he walked to Shi Jun, gently helped him up, and said softly: "Jun'er, father did this just to make you sober." Shi

Jun nodded obediently, tears flashing in his eyes: "I know."

The two sat down together. Shi Jun ignored the pain in his back and hurriedly poured a cup of tea and handed it to the man respectfully: "Yafu, please have some tea."

The man took the teacup, drank a sip, and then took out the box from his pocket and handed it to him.

Shi Jun carefully opened the box, and inside was a pill.

He took it and swallowed it without hesitation. This was an antidote that had to be taken once every two months, otherwise he would feel the pain of insect bites all over his body like last night.

"Jun'er, you are talented and smart, and you have learned a lot about court affairs. You still need to work hard with the emperor and let him be completely confident that you are in power. However, the emperor has always been suspicious. You should take your time with this matter and don't be too aggressive. Just listen to your father's advice."

"I know."

The man asked tentatively, "Jun'er, do you like the Crown Princess?"

Shi Jun touched the hot teacup nervously, pretending to be calm and said, "When I first arrived at the palace, the queen urged me to visit the Crown Princess more often. In order not to reveal my flaws, I used the Crown Princess to create a false impression."

The man was skeptical, "I don't care how you pretend, you must treat Yao'er seriously and pamper her. Only she is your good match."

Shi Jun nodded, with a mixture of hot and cold sweat on his palms.

"I know, I will pamper Yao'er well."

The night was dark and oppressive.

On the way back to the palace, it was drizzling and the carriage was moving fast.

Shi Jun felt as if his soul had been drained out. He had been a ghost who could not see the light for eighteen years. Now, even in front of people, he was just a puppet controlled by others.

Father, mother, if possible, your son would rather die with you.

Life is too tiring, too tiring.

Carrying a heavy burden, I thought I saw the dawn, but when I looked back, I saw that the three or two steps I took were still stuck in the mud.

The carriage suddenly slowed down from fast. Shi Jun opened the curtain and saw a white mass in the middle of the road, and the sound of animals wailing.

"Stop!"