"Ahh

After a wheezing, the sound of the heartbeat finally returned to its original calm. A light suddenly lit up in the room, and the chamberlain in blue robes came from outside: "Your Highness, but you have a nightmare again?" Through the thick curtains of the bed, the chamberlain could not see the horror in his eyes.

Qi Changrong turned his back and closed his eyes slightly: "It's okay now, you go and pour a cup of tea." "The chamberlain does not know why, and it should be claimed to be.

After a while, a steaming West Lake Longjing was placed next to his couch.

"It's late at night, Your Highness must not drink too much water, for fear of hurting your body."

"Lone knows, you step down." The footsteps faded away, Qi Changrong reached out again and pressed the position of his heart, suddenly lifted the bed curtain and walked to a few cases, looking at himself in the bronze mirror by the faint light.

It was a pale, frail, very unmanly half-grown child, with brown eyes open and no emotion in his eyes.

Qi Changrong reluctantly bent the corners of his mouth, his eyes gradually moistened, and the dull pain in his heart had not completely disappeared.

"God has a spirit, this time, I will not let the tragedy happen again-" The person in the mirror said exactly the same thing as him, and Qi Changrong was very satisfied with such a promise.

He stood up, took the tea that had cooled on the couch and drank it down. He knew exactly what would happen in ten years, but he was only fifteen years old at this time.

The mountains and rivers have not been broken, and the Liangguo Iron Cavalry has not stepped into the capital, occupying the palace and killing. He's back ten years ago.

All the anxieties and pains that kept him awake at night became memories hidden in the depths of his mind. He is still him, and God finally hears what he said on his deathbed, and has compassion for all that has happened to him, allowing him to carry the memories of the past to the time when everything has not yet begun.

It was this year that the Jun family, who shared his name but had never met, and who had built a thousand high walls for the Jin Kingdom, would suffer a defeat in the battlefield scheme.

The Jin Kingdom will lose the only general who can compete with the other countries, and he will soon have to rely on the outwardly decent but in fact rotten Jiang Taishi.

Thankfully, it hasn't happened yet. He still has a chance. He closed his eyes and laughed lowly: "Qi Changrong, from this moment on, you are no longer a chess piece, but a chess master." The blazing temperature in the palm of his hand seemed to tell him that this time, he would finally mess up the chess game.

The night was already very deep, and Qi Changrong didn't feel sleepy at all, but with the faint beam of light, he cleared up his thoughts for many years little by little.

I don't know how long I sat stiffly, but the man came from outside last night, stood outside the screen and asked respectfully, "Is Your Highness up?" ”

"Up." The chamberlain removed the screen, and the three maids came forward with all kinds of toiletries, and after putting the things away, they turned their backs.

A tick-tock sound came from behind him, and the prince of the East Palace had a quirk that everyone knew, and he didn't like people to get close.

The waiter reminded from the side: "Your Highness, it's time for you to visit Concubine Qin today." Qi Changrong snorted, noncommittal.

Seeing that his face was calm and showed no signs of anger, the chamberlain boldly said again: "Concubine Qin Niangniang learned that His Royal Highness has always had nightmares in recent days and nights, and her heart is very worried, and she has sent people to inquire several times. ”