Facing Old Man Zhao's questioning, Su Puyuan was speechless.

"Old man Su, I admire your infatuation, but please open your eyes and see, that woman is not your cousin, and your son is not you, if you let it go like this, that woman will ruin your Su family." What she did at the beginning may soon be retributed. ”

"What do you mean?" Su Puyuan was surprised.

"Don't you remember her?" said Old Man Zhao expressionlessly.

"Nan, Nan worry-free......" Su Puyuan took a step back, "She's not dead?!"

Old man Zhao sighed, his eyes fell on the cold Qingshui River, "If you don't die, then all this can be avoided......"

"What do you mean?" Su Puyuan suddenly felt flustered, walked towards Old Man Zhao and stared at him, "What do you know?"

"I only know that the next king of the Wuzhen clan has been found, and the wind has returned, and the Wuzhen clan, who have never asked about the world, have been frequently active in the northern tribes in the past two years. Old man Zhao said calmly: "You shouldn't have forgotten the flow of wind back then, right? He found that child, can you imagine what will happen next?"

"I know. Su Puyuan closed his eyes, "The reason why the Wuzhen clan has not moved for so many years is to find that child, I know that they are afraid that it will be more difficult to find that child in case of war, so they have endured it for so many years." I knew what was going to happen when I knew they had found that child, it was just ......"

"It's just that you've been lying to yourself and feeling that the past is gone and no one will always remember. Old man Zhao said.

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"You still hate us?" said Su Pu from afar. "We were all very sad about the death of Miss Mingyue back then, the emperor ...... him"

Old man Zhao shook his head, "I don't hate you, I hate myself, I pity myself even more, this life is ......"

Old man Zhao didn't say any more, took a deep breath, and said, "Think about it, don't think that you can do everything by hiding in this rural place, if the country doesn't exist, where is your home?"

A gust of cold wind blew, setting off layers of ripples in the Qingshui River, like countless infatuation and persistence in the world. Old man Zhao left, but Su Puyuan was still standing here, with a depressed expression, as if he had aged many years all of a sudden.

The hazy figure in my mind was reflected in the river, and the memory was suddenly stretched, farther away, and pulled back to the curtain-heavy palace, and back to the sad and sad dusk.

"Cousin, let me call you that again. The voice behind the curtain was weak and weak.

Su Puyuan, who had entered middle age, knelt on the ground, closed his eyes deeply, hid the tears under his eyes, and his faint voice was like a light wind, which disappeared in a flash, "I really want to go back to the days when I was a child, we read and wrote together, my dancing was not good, you laughed at me heartlessly on the side, cough cough ......"

"Say no more, don't say it again. Su Puyuan choked up.

"No, you let me say it, I'm afraid it will be too late if I don't say it. The voice was hoarse and lifeless, but with a strong insistence, which made people's hearts more and more sore when they listened, "Do you remember one time when you pushed me on the swing? I accidentally fell down when I was high, I still clearly remember your expression at that time, you were so scared that you cried, that was the first time I saw you cry...... Ahem......"

"Please don't say it, you have a good rest, everything will be fine, it will be fine. Su Puyuan only felt angina, and he could barely breathe. But the people inside still talked to themselves as if they hadn't heard.

"A few days ago, I saw Ju'er and Luo'er, I looked at them, like when we were children, and promised me to let them be together...... Let's just let them live for us...... Can you promise me?"