Chen Yicong slowly tightened his eyebrows.

He held the brocade box in his arms again.

"Mother, it seems that I haven't asked what the imperial grandfather told me yesterday......" he said softly, "are you...... Don't want to know? ”

"Curiosity is a little curious," Zhen said softly, "but since the emperor summoned you alone, he must also believe that you can make up your own mind." ”

She looked at Shizi—the boy's eyes were slightly reddened.

“…… The mother has always believed in it. Zhen said softly.

Chen Yicong lowered his head, tears dripped on the brocade box in his arms again, he stretched out his hand and wiped his face carelessly, "Grandpa Huang did talk to me a lot, but I didn't understand it very well, maybe I will understand it later...... Mother, do you think Grandpa Huang is a good emperor? ”

Zhen's heart shook slightly, and Shizi's question made her a little unable to answer for a while.

"Why ...... So ask? ”

"Last time in Yinfeng Garden," Chen Yicong swallowed, "it was the night I shot Jiaolong, Jiuyan said to me when I was leaving, if he was a minister in the future, I would be the king...... Let me never be an emperor like Grandpa, I don't know...... I don't know, I don't know how to ......."

Chen Yicong spoke intermittently.

Although he didn't finish speaking, Zhen had already heard his meaning.

Shizi's face was slightly red from the contradiction, and his breathing became a little chaotic.

Zhen stood up and slowly walked a few steps forward.

"The concubine doesn't know this question." Zhen said in a low voice, "His merits and demerits always have to wait for a long, long time before they can be judged." ”

"I don't want to know what future generations will say, I just want to hear what the concubine thinks."

Zhen looked back and said in a low voice, "...... But I don't want to say. ”

Chen Yicong was stunned.

Zhen took a light breath, she turned her face sideways, and said in a low voice, "No matter what kind of emperor he is, and no matter what kind of attitude he has towards his subjects...... He is always an elder who has high hopes for you.

"People always have many faces, let alone standing in that position.

"Others may have their own reasons for being annoyed with him and hating him...... But you don't have to worry about it, because these are debts that your imperial grandfather has to bear himself, and he doesn't want you to bear them for him, and you can't bear them.

"As long as he treats you well, you should treat him well." Zhen said softly, "There is nothing wrong with exchanging sincerity for sincerity." ”

Chen Yicong's mood slowly calmed down.

Yes, his mother always had insight into the most tangled areas of his heart.

For him, Emperor Jianxi was not a very intimate elder - at least compared to his father and mother, this emperor who was always high above was always an outsider in his life.

An outsider who was really good to him.

Chen Yicong can't see him every day, and even if he does, the feeling is completely different from staying with his parents.

Everyone wants to please Him, His will cannot be disobeyed, and His decisions are always right...... This made Chen Yicong very puzzled for a while.

And in the past few years, when he has slowly understood, many things that he had not understood before or even difficult to see...... For that fairy-like and unfathomable grandfather, his feelings are even more contradictory and complicated.

Is it an example to be followed, or is it a lesson that should be discarded or denied?

All those close to him were afraid of him like that, but Chen Yicong himself had never understood this fear.

Now that he was dying, he had said such heartfelt words to himself on the bed, so the west wind and the east wind fought fiercely in Chen Yicong's heart, and no matter what, he could not come to a conclusion......

But now this unsolvable myth suddenly has a new solution, he doesn't have to whitewash anything for Emperor Jianxi, and he doesn't have to be ashamed of his sadness.

Others have reasons for being annoyed, hating has reasons for hate, and he also has reasons for love.

"I'm reluctant...... Chen Yicong finally spoke in a low voice, he sniffed a few times, "I don't want to go anywhere these days, I just want to enter the palace...... I want to stay by the emperor's grandfather all the time......"

"He doesn't necessarily want you to see him weak." Zhen said softly.

Chen Yicong's voice paused for a moment - he seemed to understand this mood very well.

"You can still go, even if you can't meet in person, it's good to let him know that you came every day to say goodbye." Zhen said softly, "But outside, don't keep crying, you will be used to make a fuss." ”

Chen Yicong stood up again with the brocade box in his arms, "I know." ”

Zhen looked at the prince's eyes full of sorrow, "You love to cry so much, what will I do when I leave with your father in the future?" ”

Chen Yicong's hand shook, and the brocade box in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He only felt as if he had been punched in the heart, and he couldn't say anything.

"But there are many, many years," Zhen looked at Shizi's rapidly reddening eyes, and couldn't help but immediately add this sentence, she smiled, "When you grow up to the age of me and your father, you won't be afraid of these partings." ”

Chen Yicong didn't respond - the age his mother said was too far away from him.

Almost instantly, he kind of understood why Grandpa Huang had been pursuing immortality. If there is really a miracle medicine in this world that can make people stay young forever, then he will probably sacrifice it to his mother first......

Chen Yicong forcibly held back his tears, he nodded lightly to his mother, as a farewell, and then left the small garden with a red nose.

His grandfather's declining body made the boy feel the shadow of death for the first time.

This kind of ruthlessness without any room for determination made his whole person sober up - in the face of the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death, all the confusion, all the love and hatred...... have become insignificant.

The wind blowing from the mausoleum blew away all the troubles, leaving only a bone-chilling loneliness.

The boy smacked this unprecedented mood alone, as if he opened his eyes for the first time, saw the world for the first time, and had a real sense of "living" for the first time.

……

At night, Bai Ling said goodbye to Zhao Qi and left the courtyard that had no name.

As she was about to reach the west door, she heard a slight sound beside her, and Wei XIV fell not far behind her.

"You're back," Bai Ling blinked, and smiled, "I was looking for you in the afternoon, and I whistled but you didn't come...... Where have you been? ”

Wei Shixi approached and said in a low voice, "I think something is wrong, so I went to several city gates in the afternoon to investigate." ”

"Something is wrong?" Bai Ling frowned slightly, "What's wrong?" ”

"I heard a few thousand households casually mention it in the Fusi Yamen in Beizhen this morning," Wei Shishi said softly, "Several city gates with Jinyi guards are stationed, and they have been replaced. ”

Bai Ling tilted his head slightly, "...... So? ”

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