After Yang Guang finished speaking, he turned around and left directly, and walked to the door of the main hall, Wang Jia, who had not appeared for a long time, was wearing an elegant pink Jinrong cloak, with a refreshing fragrance floating all over his body, and slowly walked in.

The two of them just passed by, but they didn't seem to know each other, and they went in and out.

"Brother Wu, these days, you drink heavily all day long, I'll make you some porridge in the kitchen and drink a little first."

Chen Pingwu looked at Wang Jia in front of him with a delicate face, a flushed complexion, and a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth when he first met, obviously having walked out of the shadow of King Pingyi's death.

Chen Pingwu took the porridge brought by Wang Jia, his face was guilty, and after smiling far-fetchedly, he said while blowing the porridge.

"Jia'er, I was indeed too decadent during this time, and I didn't take much care of you, but you have always been by my side, endured so many things, and never forgot my body."

Chen Pingwu said, the more guilty he became, only feeling that he had indeed failed King Pingyi's deathbed instructions.

The speaker has no intention of listening to the heart, and when Wang Jia heard Chen Pingwu say that she had endured so many things, her eyes couldn't help but be slightly stunned, as if she had poked directly into the deepest part of her heart.

thought of Chen Pingwu's rejection of himself, his helplessness, what happened to the wolf's head and himself, and when he was a saint on Kyoto South Street.

For a while, the warmth in my heart when I looked at Chen Pingwu's smile was of course gone, and even in the kind of sadness that tore my heart and lungs, there were countless more sadness.

"It's okay, Brother Wu, drink it quickly, if it's cold, it won't taste like that."

Although his heart changed drastically, the expression on Wang Jia's face did not change at all, but there was a hint of chill under his eyes.

At this moment, Chen Pingwu was immersed in his own self-blame, looking down at the steaming porridge, and he didn't notice it at all.

"Don't worry, I'll never do this again."

Chen Pingwu raised his head, looked at Wang Jia's face like a spring breeze, and made a firm commitment.

At this moment, the two people who looked at each other had already become different from the past.

Chen Pingwu held the porridge sent by Wang Jia, and after self-reflection, he was determined to prevent his father from repeating the mistake of King Pingyi, and also decided to take good care of Wang Jia.

But Wang Jia no longer had any illusions about Chen Pingwu in his heart, and after hearing Chen Pingwu's promise, he sneered.

Chen Pingwu's promise made Wang Jia make a choice, but it was that promise that hurt Wang Jia the most.

Now it's a promise again, but Wang Jia won't believe it anymore.

"I believe in you."

The smile on the corner of Wang Jia's mouth became deeper, and his eyes became more gentle, but under Chen Pingwu's seemingly gentle appearance, the coldness in his heart had dropped to the limit.

Chen Pingwu held the porridge and drank it slowly, and Wang Jia quietly maintained that gentle smile on the side, without saying a word.

"Jia'er, if you were given another chance, would you still do it?"

Chen Pingwu was a little hesitant, but after struggling in his heart, he still asked.

He knew that even if Wang Jia seemed to be fine now, he could not let go of the matter of leveling Wang Wang Changgeng in his heart.

Sometimes Chen Pingwu even felt that he was not as brave as Wang Jia, and he did not have the courage to stand up for what King Changwu wanted to do.

Wang Jia looked at Chen Pingwu's gaze quietly, and the doubts revealed in his eyes invisibly pierced Wang Jia's heart even more.

Will it still be? Wang Jia asked herself in her heart, only to feel that her heart was stabbed again by Chen Pingwu's question.

Anyone can ask this question, but Chen Pingwu is the only one who can't ask it, and he doesn't deserve to ask it.

What is the reason for doing this? Wang Jia lamented in her heart, she was just a carefree lady of the palace, where did she really know what kind of carelessness the monarch and ministers.

Everything is love for Chen Pingwu, but Chen Pingwu still doesn't understand, and he is still asking if he will.

Wang Jia felt that she was wrong, as if she had been wrong from the beginning, the man in front of her had never really taken himself seriously, but for such a man, he ruined his father who loved him the most in the world.

If it is said that having a relationship with the wolf head made Wang Jia lose hope in the world and slowly mature physically, then Chen Pingwu's problem at this moment is to directly and completely shred the last immaturity in Wang Jia's heart.

"What will come again?"

The great change in Wang Jia's heart was just that moment, and after being completely disheartened here, he couldn't help but ask.

Chen Pingwu smiled awkwardly, but he couldn't guess whether Wang Jia didn't hear it on purpose, so he repeated.

"If you do it again, will you still tell Your Majesty about the king of Pingyi at that time, and if you know that the final outcome will be like that, will you still go with me to report to Kyoto?"

Wang Jia, who had already slowly recovered his mind, naturally did not give the answer in his heart, but just smiled indifferently and said softly: "Yes." ”

Chen Pingwu fell into silence, these days, he naturally slowly felt what Wang Jia meant to him at the beginning, but he couldn't let go of his obsession with Feng Yewu in his heart, so he kept pretending not to understand.

Now that he heard this answer, Chen Pingwu did not have the pleasure of getting the answer he wanted, but felt more and more depressed and guilty.

"Brother Wu, are you worried about something?"

Wang Jia took the leftover porridge from Chen Pingwu's hand, sat aside and asked softly with concern.

"Huh?"

Chen Pingwu was stunned for a moment, smiled very far-fetchedly, and then hurriedly said.

"No, nothing."

"Brother Wu, in fact, everyone's choice is in their own hearts, although Jia'er doesn't know what you want to ask, but when you ask Jia'er, you actually have the answer in your heart."

Wang Jia looked at Chen Pingwu quietly and said softly.

When Chen Pingwu heard Wang Jia's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then he looked up at Wang Jia seriously, pondering the meaning of this sentence in his heart.

"Brother Wu, every thing that needs to be chosen, in fact, there is no right or wrong, but there are too many things you can't let go, you ask Jia'er, if you do it again, how does Jia'er choose? Jia'er has asked herself this question repeatedly for a long time. ”

Wang Jia turned his head slightly, as if deliberately avoiding Chen Pingwu's gaze, and then looked at the flower pond outside the front hall.

"Our difficult choices are all because we are too greedy, so fate will realistically let us choose the answer."