The snow whistles and the cold wind is like a knife.

Inside the imperial city, there is a piece of silver covered with white silver.

The eunuch in charge was carrying lanterns to hold an umbrella for the thin nobleman to block the snow.

Behind were several palace maids, carrying food boxes, walking quietly under the high walls of the deep palace.

"Hmph, you guys are waiting here!"

He glanced up at the gray plaque of "Changle Palace". The noble man wearing snow-white fur fur frowned slightly, as if he was unhappy.

His voice was very cold, like a bone-bone-broken wind, like a knife squirting his face, making people feel thirsty.

"Your Highness, this... the Empress has instructed me not..."

The eunuch in the head bent and said hesitantly.

Bang!

The noble man, who was as cold as ice and as cold as snow, slapped him out with a backhand.

The strength of the eunuch made the eunuch's cheeks swollen quickly.

"Dog slave! The Queen's words are golden and jade, so that's right. But what's the reason for me to say? Could it be that I don't take the majesty of the royal family seriously? Or is it that I'm bullying me at a young age and it's easy to fool me?"

The eunuch who was holding a lantern heard such a harsh question.

He couldn't help but cover his face, his legs became weak, and he fell to his knees in the snow.

He kowtowed repeatedly, saying "I dare not".

"A dog who bullies others by virtue, having a villain like you in the harem will only ruin the Queen's reputation for virtue!"

The noble man looked angry and grabbed the lantern and food box from another palace maid, and said angrily:

"Continue to kneel down, don't get up!"

Then, he strode into the dilapidated palace called "Changle Palace".

The snow was flying all over the sky and it fell on my shoulders in a short while.

But the noble man who was still between the twelve and the threeteenth and fourteenth was completely unaware of it.

He stopped at the door of Yongshou Palace, and a sincere smile was squeezed out on his angry face, and then he walked in.

"Brother, I'm here."

The noble man seemed to be very familiar with the architectural layout. He turned himself into the side palace and saw the handsome young man leaning on the couch and flipping through books.

"Why are you hitting someone again and kneeling again? If you treat the servants of Zhengyang Palace so harshly, they will be in trouble when they reach the Queen's ears."

Zhao Mu put down the book in his hand and taught him a lesson.

He was quite similar to the noble man wearing a snow-white fox fur.

The only difference is that Zhao Mu is more calm.

The handsome face, eyes like stars, eyebrows like swords, and strong sense of the noble nature of the Tian family.

However, the young nobleman is a boy and a girl with a slightly feminine temperament.

"What can I do if I pass it to the queen? The servants in her palace don't understand the rules. What's wrong with me helping to teach me a lesson?"

The noble man hummed twice in dissatisfaction, but his voice was much smaller.

"Why are you here today? The harem should be holding a snow-watching banquet. If you are not at the table, why are you going here to do?"

Zhao Mu shook his head. He hadn't seen him for half a year, and his younger brother still had the same temper.

"There is a snow-watching banquet every year, which is nothing more than having fun in the harem, drinking and watching the scenery, which is not very interesting."

The eleventh prince named "Zhao Yuan" laughed, put away his evil spirits from outsiders, and said well-behavedly:

"I still like to be with the emperor. I'm idle and talk to you, and it's good to have fun."

Zhao Yuan sat next to the couch and opened the steaming food box.

Take out a few plates of dried fruit and snacks, a few meat and vegetable meals, two pots of royal wine, and a cup of eight treasure duck soup.

"I'm so mean, I even brought wine and food."

Zhao Mu's heart was slightly warm and his eyes were soft.

He and Zhao Yuan are brothers of the same father and mother.

Since the death of her mother, Concubine Ning, the two have depended on each other for life.

"In the deep palace, there are mostly villains who are tempted by the flames and power. If you will definitely not do your best to serve the emperor's brother."

A hint of coldness appeared in Zhao Yuan's eyes and said with hatred:

"Although it is not secretly deducted food, clothing, and consumption, it is difficult to only enjoy the best enjoyment like the prince, the seventh prince, and the eighth prince."

"Yongshou Palace is already very cold, but the charcoal that the emperor's brother roasts here is not smokeless beast gold charcoal, but ordinary charcoal."

"There is no warm-up dragon in the bedroom, which makes people feel uncomfortable."

"Also, brother, you are wearing sable fur coats with messy furs. In this cold winter, there is not even a eunuch running errands or a palace maid serving you..."

The more Zhao Yuan continued to speak, the more he became more and more hostile he felt.

Such cost is considered luxurious in ordinary people.

But a prince of the Great Zhou who was respectful in status could only be considered shabby!

Bang!

The more I thought about it, the more angry he became. Zhao Yuan slapped him hard on the small table, shaking the wine pot and the cup shaking.

"How long hasn't been seen now? Why are you getting angry?"

Zhao Mu laughed, stretched out his fingers and gently tapped his brother's forehead.

"Three meals a day are big fish and meat, suitable for meat and vegetables, wearing silk and satin, living in a huge palace, and having to do whatever you want, your servants will do it."

"Outside the imperial city, I don't know how many people want to live such a life. What else can I not be satisfied with..."

Zhao Yuan slapped his mouth and heard his brother's self-deprecating words.

His eyes were red and he argued:

"But brother, you are born in the Tian family! You are a nobleman in the imperial family!"

"You should have opened a house to build a house, a prince, a duke, and a general leader! Wear a crown garment, add nine pearls, and hold power above ten thousand people..."

"Even if you don't compete with the prince or the princes, you can still be the prince of Xiaoyao!"

"But now... you have never taken a step to this Changle Palace since you were born! Do you know what the world outside looks like?"

"Father has imprisoned you here for fifteen years, fifteen years!"

"Just because of the Si Tianjian's sentence - 'Nine out of ten will be a great disaster'!"

"That old man said nothing and said, "Brother, you have the appearance of "Jiulong swallowing python". He was born to defeat his father and brother, and his fate would be against the evil of the heavens!"

"If you don't take care of it, it will inevitably lead to a huge disaster!"

Zhao Yuan suppressed his voice, cried, and looked at his brother who was imprisoned in the side palace of the cold palace like a bird in a cage.

The hatred in his heart was like a thick and unsolvable ink that filled his chest.

"A word of criticism will kill you for fifteen years! In another ten or twenty years, I'm afraid the same is true!"

"A while ago, the prince also made a comment to his father, hoping to send his brother to Tongzhou to guard the imperial tomb and practice filial piety..."

As the eleventh prince, Zhao Yuan tightly clamped the corner of the table, and blue veins pounded on his forehead.

On that feminine and handsome little face, there was both grievance and a hidden and violent aura.

It should have been a great blessing to be born in the royal family.

It is equivalent to being born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and you have whatever you want.

If you don’t have the intention to fight for power and profit, you will have no problem with happiness in your life.

But for the emperor, what is the difference between him and the prisoners in the heavenly prison?

When he was fifteen years old, he had never met his father, his mother, and he had never been happy.

Apart from the eunuchs and palace maids in Changle Palace, they have never seen anyone else.

I think of the emperor's brother living such torture day after day, year after year.

Zhao Yuan had hatred and resentment.

"Okay, I've left Yongshou Palace, I haven't heard these words before."

Zhao Mu poured two glasses of wine and took a sip himself.

Mellow and soft, leaving a lingering smell.

It's a top-notch product!

"I would only say these words to the emperor."
To be continued...