Min Fenglan walked on the streets, ruined walls, and displaced people, finally evoking his rare compassion. Looking at those who are grieving the loss of their loved ones reminds him of the warmth that his father gave him when he was alive. Although their home is not perfect, he only has the care of his father, but it is enough to warm his heart at this time, awaken his sense of responsibility, make him feel sorry for them, and let him clearly tell himself that these people are enduring the pain of their relatives' lives and deaths.

are his people.

It was the people he had to protect with all his life.

It is his unshirkable responsibility.

Min Fenglan saw Song Tingyu alone again, but it was no longer the original purpose.

"Uncle Song, this official in Northern Xinjiang is embarrassed, and it will take time to reappoint, please go out again for the sake of the people." Min Fenglan said this very sincerely.

But what ......

"The life and death of others has nothing to do with the grass people." Song Tingyu paused, and added: "The grass people are afraid of death." ”

A sentence without a head or tail, Min Fenglan unexpectedly understood. Since ancient times, emperors were most jealous of courtiers, and with Song Tingyu's prestige in northern Xinjiang, Song Tingyu's worries were not impossible. If it weren't for the wrong time and the wrong person, Min Fenglan thought that he would never let him live.

"When my father was alive, he told me more than once that being in a high position is not for comfort and pleasure, but for the benefit of all people, Uncle Song, I don't care, as long as it is good for the people, I don't care about the high merit."

If these words were spit out of Min Yan's mouth, Song Tingyu felt that these words were still somewhat credible, but if these words were spit out of Min Fenglan's mouth, I am afraid that even half a point would not be desirable.

Min Yan is different from Min Fenglan, he is different from the emperors of previous dynasties. Although Min Yan is a prince, he is a teacher of the people in the rivers and lakes. Before the Rebellion of the Six Sons, he was just an idle prince who only knew calligraphy and painting.

A prince who does not seek the emperor's grace, does not seek to ascend to a high position, but is only willing to be accompanied by calligraphy and painting, and has no ambition in his life. Outside the court, walking between the rivers and lakes.

At the time of the Rebellion of the Six Sons, it coincided with Cheng Ji's wedding, and Min Yan, as Cheng Ji's best friend, naturally wanted to go to congratulate him, so he escaped such a catastrophe.

Emperor Hui had a total of seven sons, six of whom committed rebellion, so the historian called this incident the Rebellion of the Six Sons.

In the Rebellion of the Six Sons, none of the princes survived. In this way, Min Yan, the only prince who did not participate, became the only son of Emperor Hui and the only prince of the dynasty.

If ordinary people encounter such a good thing, they are afraid that they will laugh and lose their eyes, however, Min Yan has a sad face after hearing about it: "I am still okay with this calligraphy and painting, piano and chess, poetry, and songs, but this ...... Deal with political affairs, calculate people's hearts, how do I do it? ”

Song Tingyu smiled: "You are so lucky, if you rest on others, I don't know what to be happy about." If your brothers know underground, I don't know how to feel? ”

Song Tingyu straightened his face: "Ayan, in my life, I will no longer have parents, relatives, and lovers, and Cheng Ji and I will never reach the point where I am with you, so if you count it, I will only have one friend left for the rest of my life." I often feel lonely, Ayan, if you don't give up, let me stay by your side, I will protect you, you are my only family. ”

Song Tingyu was very confident when he said this at that time, but it was a pity that there was a Sui Ya in this world.

Min Yan likes Sui Ya, and what he likes is too complicated, I don't know if it started with childhood memories or from the guilt afterward, but it all disappeared after his death.

Min Yan is a person who fights all his life to love Sui Ya, but what he encounters is not human.

Everyone in this world thinks that Min Yan's death was due to a serious illness, but in fact, it is not, the real reason is because of poisoning.

When he first noticed that Min Yan was poisoned, he thought that someone else had forgotten his methods and stretched out his hand to Min Yan. But later, after he checked, he found out that everything was connived at by Min Yan.

Min Yan always knew that someone had poisoned him, but because the person who poisoned him was Sui Ya, he hid everything without saying a word, and everything was as she wished.

"Nonsense!" Song Tingyu has rarely been so frightened like that, and at that moment he was terrified: "Ayan, you ...... In order to protect Sui Ya, you protect you so much that you don't even want your life! Do you know how poisonous that poison is? Not only did you wear it every day, but you also deliberately sent someone to hide it from me. Now that you're going to die, do you know that you think of me until you die? ”

"Ayu." Min Yan looked like he had run out of oil and the lamp was dry, and he called him weakly.

"Do you know what you mean to this world? Over the years, how many things have I settled for you, openly and secretly? Min Yan, where did you put Song Tingyu in this way? I will order someone to find a way to save your life as soon as possible, and if you dare to die, I promise that there will be Suiya among the people who will accompany you to the funeral. ”

Min Yan didn't seem to hear it, but there was still a smile on his face: "Ah Yu, you are a good person, and you are the best for me among the friends I know." Maybe you and Cheng Ji are right, Yaya is indeed too paranoid, but Ayu, a child from a big family or even a royal family, which one is not lacking in love? She just went the wrong way, in the wrong way, to chase the distance that she would never reach. Ah Yu, help me again, one last time, don't let anyone know that my death is because of her, help me take care of Feng Lan more. ”

"It's two things, and it's both troublesome." Song Tingyu frowned very unhappily.

"Ayu."

"Okay, I see, I don't want to worry too much about the dying man. I won't let people know about the queen. Your death, I will make a false appearance to cover it up. As for Min Fenglan, when he is about to be bullied to death, I will save him. ”

Song Tingyu looked at Min Fenglan and didn't see any joy or anger: "Your Majesty, how much trust do you have in me?" ”

Song Tingyu changed his title, his attitude was a little colder, and he didn't wait for Min Fenglan to answer: "Actually, you basically have no trust in me in your heart, the reason why you treat me like this, thousands of miles away, came to Northern Xinjiang, is to hope that I will be used by you, in case I fall to others, to be precise, in case I fall to the Cheng family in southern Fujian." ”

"You don't believe me, but you have to use me, the emperor, the scholar is a confidant to die, to say a big rebellious word, after Ayan, even if the dynasty changes, the country changes its surname, and the mourning is everywhere, I will never blink an eye."

"Don't you have a pursuit? Isn't there anything in this world that worries you? ”

"Not really."

What Song Tingyu wants in his life is just a concern, and when all the people he cares about pass away, he asks for only eight words.

Lost and regained, dead and resurrected.

But these simple eight words, all your life, all you have, can't be obtained.