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It's night. The pale glazed white color envelops a bay of thin curved pear blossom moon. The flowing clouds render the dead and dark night. A little bit of sparse starry sparse and sparse gradually rising. Falling in the brocade canopy is like a drop of fine pearls.

A few wisps of spring breeze are blowing away. The flirtatious gauze trembles slightly. The lotus-shaped hollow incense tripod that sits in the town is also scattered, and it is stretched out by the infinite extension and extension.

Close your eyes and sniff. There is a warm and shallow smell of summer in the night breeze......

It was originally a quiet and beautiful summer night with a clear moonlight and clear wind. But Rong Jin Wang Boqing stood alone in front of the Xuan window.

He was very little in the mood. I'll rest early. But I was troubled by a depression in my heart and my heart, and I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't calm down. I can't sleep peacefully.

Finally. After another round of uneasy turning over like a swimming fish. Bao Qing completely dissipated the little sleepiness. I got up and got up. Boredom paced in front of the window and watched the moon quietly.

And I never saw it in my heart. Just stand tall alone. After a long time, I fell into a trance.

The pale jade moonlight was sprinkled on the head. The sieve covered the eyebrows of the silk clear night. The atmosphere was quiet for a while. A lingering and unrelieved heart also gradually became more and more intense little by little.

"Alas......" he exhaled deeply. I thought about it a few days ago, when my father came. The collision of Meng Lang, who was very willful and stubborn, was ...... The heart is full of knots. It's easy to lead to a lonely night with a lot of love. Dense regret is imperceptibly sourness in the bottom of my heart.

Suddenly. I'm really too willful.

A thought goes up and down. Bao Qing followed with another sigh. Junxiu's eyebrows followed. My heart tightened.

There are times when people's tempers are piled up there. Those feelings and consciousness that should have been clear in the heart, and have indeed been clear in the heart, will change with the ups and downs of emotions. And with that from time to time there is confusion.

On that day, he only read that his father and the emperor forgave him. I think of the grievances I suffered in the imperial study, those white anger. and the innocent involvement and unprovoked involvement of the King of Qi. He was suddenly upset. Driven by this strong impulsive sense of injustice. Then there was a wave of sourness, and that blazing temper.

Now I feel it. I really shouldn't have it. To put it bluntly, it is because his father loves him and spoils him. That's why he dared to have such a bad temper in front of his father. He thought that he had never behaved undeserved because of the unique father-son relationship with his father. But actually think about it. It's really pampered and arrogant. It seems that there is more to it than that.

Silk Qing couldn't help but be in a trance. I was shocked by this thought of myself, this clarity of hindsight.

Those who are born in the midst of blessings and do not know blessings. It's always been me......

He is the son of his father. King Wei too. The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are full of meat. From this point of view, there is no essential difference between him and the kings of Wei, Qi, and Han. Although since he was a child. In my memory, I always heard Bo Rui hugging him from time to time and saying things like "The Four Princes. My first son, too", "Good. You are the treasure of your father's father", "The fourth prince is regarded as my only child" and so on. But to put it bluntly, it was also a moment of excitement for a father to tease his son. Vertical sex by sex such as the father. That's why it spits out.

Even if it is "regarded as the only one." There is also a "see" before the "only". How could he really treat himself as a prince and the rest of his brothers and sisters as invisible and untouchable air.

Boqing was another shock. With the constant tossing and turning of thoughts, the continuous analysis of feelings. He realized a lot of things in hindsight. It took so many years to find out. I have always been unaware of my sisters and brothers. I really forgot that they were just like myself. He is also the child of his father, and he is the flesh and blood of his closest relatives.

He has always believed that he has never been arrogant, never arrogant, never arrogant, never pampered and arrogant...... In fact, he didn't understand what it meant to be arrogant, domineering, pampered and arrogant. It should be said that he has grown from the beginning to the present. I've never stopped being pampered. The brothers and sisters next to him dare not and cannot be privileged in front of their father. He has always been homeopathic; The brothers and sisters next to me were humble and a little timid, respecting and fearing their father's share. Not only did he never have, but he always had a thorn in his body to collide with his father.

So many years. Because of my father's preference. Boqing has always regarded these as natural homeopathy. Over time, I will be deeply indulged and never feel again. Even he himself had forgotten that these things were actually things that should not be there.

This cannot be said to be wrong or right. After all, parents will always have some preference for their children. But after all, his father is not his father. Well beyond that. Will my father also reflect on himself in his spare time? Because of this unique and irrepressible preference for Boqing, he felt more or less guilty about his other children.

The same goes for . Bao Qing took his father's favoritism to him as reasonable. And for the little protection given to King Wei by his father, it is very untouchable. It really shouldn't be. I am simply unreasonable. The father and the emperor were angry that day, and the forbearance now seems even more rare. I'm like that. But the father didn't say a word more, and he could still bear him. Let's ask who can make Bao Rui, who is the emperor of Chu, like that.

The wind rises through the hall. The incense in the incense pot burned to the fullest, and suddenly rose with the momentum of the wind. The originally faint breath was a little sweet and greasy at this moment.

Bo Qing sighed. Raised his hand and pressed his temple. I felt that a migraine disturbed him, and his whole person became more and more unbearable. Fit talent is in a mental maneuver. I realized that I was standing by the window unconsciously and staring blankly for a long time. And he sighed again. Raise your hand and "snap" to close the window. Turn around and turn around. Pacing to the small desk in front of the screen. Take advantage of the situation and sit down.

Into the depths, a door under a crystal curtain is at the back. Suddenly, there was a moderately spaced knock on the door.

Bo Qing raised his eyes and glanced at it. My heart moved slightly: "Come in." Raise your voice.

The door creaked open. The broken moonlight that pounced into a room as the door panel opened and closed. But it was quickly blocked out of the chamber by Gu Shu. The room was again a dead and dim infinite gray black.

Sure enough, there was no surprise. The person who came was the housekeeper Jiang Yan.

The moon outside the door is like washing, and the door is gray and black. The huge gap between light and darkness and the sudden change made Jiang Yan feel uncomfortable: "Why doesn't the prince light the lamp." He glanced around. Finally, behind a shadowy curtain not far away. I vaguely saw Silk Qing.

Jiang Yan's sudden step. The dark nostalgic atmosphere around suddenly had a bright turn. Boqing didn't move: "I'm too lazy to order. Darkness is sometimes more of a space for people to be completely relieved and curled up to hide their emotions." I don't know if the timbre is low back. Or is it because of the darkness of death. It sounds faint.

Jiang Yan was stunned. Immediately came back to his senses. Not much to say. Just a local shake and sigh. Immediately the flint came out of the cuff. But he was not in a hurry to light the candle: "In the middle of the night. The prince is still restless. It's for some kind of hurt that can't be relieved." The cicadas chirp one after the other in the smoky summer. It's so deep and undulating. Jiang Yan, who was originally lightly sleepy, was dry for a while. He simply got up and put on his clothes and walked in the courtyard of the Rongjin Palace. Stop-and-go is like a midnight wandering spirit, and I don't feel that I have reached the east wing. Ben unintentionally raised his head and glanced at it. Who knew that from afar, I saw that the window of this place was ajar, and he stood in front of the window in a light purple shirt, as if admiring the moon and seemed to be distracted. Jiang Yan didn't know what kind of temperament his own prince had in the middle of the night. Vaguely not very reassuring. Let's take a look.

"In the middle of the night. Isn't the butler also wandering around like a wild ghost and a lonely ghost......" Bo Qing got up as he spoke. Let's go to Jiang Yan's side." He also asked the king why he should not sleep peacefully."

Jiang Yan sighed. Some helplessly helped his temples. He also walked inside: "I slept shallowly." Raise your eyes and nod to the window." This one is in the summer. What birdsong insects sang one after another. If you are startled, you will not feel sleepy." As he spoke, he had reached a carved case behind the screen. Take a seat face-to-face with Boqing." It's not a day or two. It's not that the prince doesn't know. But what else do you ask?"

Boqing smiled and shook his head: "You...... It's all this temper. It's really weird, and it's very spontaneous."

"Isn't Jiang Yan just this temper right for the prince?" Jiang Yan turned his head sideways. The half-untied black hair fell down in an instant, spreading out over the shoulders and making a waterfall.

Bo Qing deliberately said helplessly: "Yes...... Two weirdos. It's a coincidence. It's all in one place." The mood followed a burst of ridicule with friends and confidants. And it becomes very light and peaceful. He lifted his eyes. The two of them smiled.

Jiang Yan raised his eyes and looked around. The mood is also very good and natural: "The prince is so interested. And it's a very unique interest...... It's the middle of the night. Why are the two of us just chatting in the dark?" Closed his gaze and returned. Raise eyebrows and smile, and the tone is light and pleasant." Gee. It's really a dark and windy night in this month, murder and arson. The taste of the prince. It's always been unique."

Wipe your throat and plug it. If he is taking a sip of water at this time. That must have squirted out without any surprise...... Jiang Yan is like that. Teasing people will only freeze the wooden stunnery of people. I can't even argue with a mouth in vain.

Jiang Yan didn't talk anymore. Shake the flint in your hand. Got up and went to the candlelight to polish the flint and lit the candle flame.

An instant. A warm color landed on the ground and dissipated the gloom and gloom of the surrounding room. The candles are lit in turn. It's like the sunshine of spring driving away the dead air of eternal calamity that is frozen and snow stagnation in winter. Suddenly changed a different world in winter and spring. From cold and bland, the totem became extremely warm. Bright and vivid like a tide of rain.