Qing Jiang was silent for a while, but he still sat down next to the dark grid, carefully selecting which books in it were available for him to read. But she picked for a while, and most of them were "foreign records", "Warring States Qin", "Kangyang Ceremony", "Kyushu Duration" or something.

She flipped through each book and chose it carefully.

Song Yuan said: "I would have chosen a few story books to put in if I had known, and you can take a look at the foreign record, which tells the history of some small countries that perished in the past." By the way, can you hand me Kyushu time? ”

Qing Jiang looked over, only to find that Song Yuan had changed his posture, one leg was slightly raised, Cola's head was resting on it, he held Cola's body with one hand to prevent him from falling, and reached over with one hand to ask her for a book.

He stretched out his hand, his wide sleeves swinging in the air, his hands and feet were slender, and if it was her, he would never hold the child in this position.

She didn't know how to hold a child at first, at that time Coke was a small ball, listening to Wen Po said that Coke was the most beautiful child she had ever delivered, although she had never seen a newborn child, but she also knew that such a wrinkled and red little regiment was not beautiful.

She took the child, and she didn't even know where to put her hand, for fear that it would break if she touched it! Looking at Wen Po for help, she taught her hand in hand.

Then Coke grew bigger and bigger, and her health was not good, so she had to hold it many times, and gradually she had some difficulty in holding it, but she never faked it to others.

Qingjiang stabilized his mind and found out that Kyushu lasted and put it in his hands. I took the book of Warring States Qin, and leaned on the carriage, and the two of them took the book and looked at it, the difference is that Song Yuan was really reading the book, while Qingjiang was holding the book, but he didn't read a word.

Following the small black print in her sight, she recalled the past, like an endless drama of smoke and shadows, obviously her story, but as if she had never experienced it.

Dreamed.

If she paid attention to the movement on Song Yuan's side, she would find that his hand was elegantly holding the book, his eyes were deep, and he had never turned a page.

Jin Imperial Palace.

Liuzhou looked at Emperor Jiaqing and asked lightly, "Your Majesty, you really don't have Shennong Zhu?" ”

The wind pulled up one side of the veil, as if rejoicing and encouraging his courage, Emperor Jiaqing sat on the side of the desk, squinting a pair of phoenix eyes.

"You doubt me, if you have it, if you don't have it, if you don't have it, it's just a bead, Qingjiang will give it to her if she wants it, but I don't."

Emperor Jiaqing began to use "I", and then he changed me because it was inappropriate. The difference between the two words is separated by a distance of thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers.

Liuzhou buried his head and smiled bitterly. I'm afraid that in His Majesty's heart, it is more than a bead.

Emperor Jiaqing thought that his tone was heavy, and he wanted to say something more, but he saw Liuzhou raise his head, and his eyes were rare and sincere.

His younger brother has not been keen on power, money, and status since he was a child, and he has an indifferent attitude towards what he does. It doesn't matter if the love of the father and the queen mother is all on Qingjiang, it doesn't matter if the heir to the throne is not him, it doesn't matter if he lives like air, it doesn't matter if he is banished to the White Horse Temple, and it doesn't matter if he becomes the emperor in the end.

He lives so indifferently, and he seems to be calm when the sky falls.

He said, "Brother Chen, please go to the White Horse Temple." ”

Emperor Jiaqing frowned slightly, and asked him: "What are you going to do there, didn't you say that you will never enter the White Horse Temple." ”

Liuzhou's eyes were Ling, and he turned his head to look at the palace lamp in the corner. That is what he said, and now it is true that he wants to go, whether it is for Qingjiang or for his own selfishness, White Horse Temple, he is going to decide.

Qingjiang finished flipping through a book of Warring States Qin, she couldn't remember what the content was and didn't pay attention to it, the book exuded a faint smell of ink, the ink is Han ink, not soaked or stained; The word is also a good word, and the neat and handsome Xiaokai has made annotations, and occasionally there are wild and uninhibited and domineering cursive.

Just as the man did.

Qingjiang looked up and found that Song Yuan was asleep holding Coke, she suddenly felt funny, she was still serious at first, and asked her not to fall asleep in the car, who is the person who sleeps comfortably now.

Her gaze narrowly traced along his eyebrows, eventually resting on Coke's sleeping face.

Many people say that Coke is good-looking, and when she grows up, she must be a talent, flattering that Coke is like her. A clear-eyed person can see at a glance that in addition to the curvature of his eyes, the blackness of his eyes, his eyebrows, nose and mouth, all of them are Song Yuan's shadows, and even the three-point smile brought up by the corners of his mouth is exactly the same. It is too exaggerated to say that it is a miniature version of Song Yuan, but if you put the two of them together and say that they have nothing to do with each other, who will believe it?

Song Yuan's head was slightly tilted to the right, his forehead hair covered the edges and corners of his side face, looking gentle and supple, Coke's face was pale pink, sleepy and drowsy, his expression was happy and satisfied, it seemed that dreaming must be a sweet dream.

She stared at the two of them for a while, feeling a tightness in her chest, so she lifted the curtain a little, and she exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the breeze hit her face, dense and slightly cool.

Coke has no objection to waking up in the arms of "that uncle". Even when his big black and white eyes met a pair of glazed and light-colored eyes, he felt a little like and excited.

The carriage stopped at a meadow on the hillside, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery was beautiful. Xiao Jiu went to the forest to catch pheasants and hares, Liu Wu said hello to Qingjiang, and chased after him a few points with light skills, laughing all the way.

Qingjiang led Coke to sit on the blanket laid out by the bell, Coke blinked his eyes, took Qingjiang's hand and said.

"Aunt Su is getting an axe in the 'class gate' again, isn't it my mother."

Qingjiang pinched his face and asked, "Who taught you this idiom." ”

Cola pointed to Song Yuan, who was standing ten steps away, and said softly, "I was reading with my uncle that day, he told me." Deliberately showing off is an axe in the class, and in the end it will hit your head. ”

Qing Jiang smiled, patted him on the head, and motioned for him to go over to find Song Yuan. Coke hesitated, but still ran over happily, he was still young, and ran towards Song Yuan with short legs, Song Yuan's subordinates followed suit, until Song Yuan hugged Coke, he stood far away.

"The little master and the master have become much closer, princess, and this is a good thing!"

Qing Jiang laughed for a while, then stared at the bell, and said slowly, word by word: "Maybe because of your words, your master may never be able to get close to his son again." Bell girl, be careful. ”

Bell looked at Qingjiang with a leisurely face and a light breeze, and his face slowly faded away from blood and became pale.

Somehow, Coke became extremely excited, and kept calling "Mom" in the distance, and Qingjiang sat on the ground and waved to him.

After a while, Liu Wu carried a pheasant and a hare back to the carriage, and shook the "trophies" in his hand to Qingjiang in a show off.

But in Qingjiang's sentence "You are of great use for this, not bad, not bad", he almost tripped over a smooth pebble.