On the day Yi Chenjing left, Yi Huaiyu did not go to see him off.

Emperor Da Yao, who has always been healthy, was so sick that he couldn't get out of bed overnight, and the imperial doctor said that he was in a hurry, but he didn't ask too much, as if he was holding a resentment, and went straight to the gate of the imperial city.

"Jing'er, when you get over there, you have to be cautious in what you say and do, if you are bullied, bear with it, don't always fight impulsively. Look at the sky when you miss your mother, and look at it when your mother thinks about you, so you can see it in your dreams......" Su Shiyun led the silent Yi Chenjing in her hand, and wanted to force a smile, but she couldn't stop the tears and rain.

Mother and child are connected, how can it not hurt when the flesh and blood are separated? Even though the sensible Yi Chenjing was silent and tightly hid her fear of the road ahead, Su Shiyun knew that her son was actually very scared.

Occasionally, his conscience was cold, he never thought that one day he would see Su Shiyun's mother and son separated, nor did he think that Yi Huaiyu would really reluctantly cut his love in order to stabilize the imperial power, but now looking at Yi Chenjing's timidly eyes staring at the carriage not far away, he realized that the person he followed was really the true son of the dragon, destined to dominate the world.

Should I rejoice, or should I be sad?

"Your Highness......" The wind blowing in the wild sand made the words weaker and more ethereal, and even Suiliang and the others turned around and saw the desperately supported and crumbling figure in the yellow sand in the wind.

Yi Chenjing finally couldn't help it, rubbed his eyes and cried: "Uncle National Teacher! I don't want to go, I don't want to go to Zhaoguo! ”

In the treacherous palace, Yi Chenjing, who was still a child, never dared to trust anyone, but he was able to open his heart to Shen Junfang, a national teacher who was more than ten years older.

"Didn't His Highness say that you should learn to be strong and be a man who can protect Concubine Jing? How can you cry nose? Shen Junfang wanted to pick up Yi Chenjing, but the strength to barely support his walking was not allowed for him to hope at all, so he had to squat down and gently wipe away the tears on Yi Chenjing's face.

Although Shen Junfang did not have a grounding order, he was a person who was waiting for the fall, and it was not appropriate to appear outside the palace at this time, so he stopped talking and stopped helplessly, and walked to the side and stretched out his hand to gently support him.

"Thank you, General......" A grateful smile appeared on the young and pale face, Shen Jun coughed a few times, bent down and touched the top of Yi Chenjing's head, "Your Highness, remember that you are the prince who is most like the emperor, and you will be a great general who will conquer the world in the future, and you must not be weak and retreat." In this way, let's make a pact, if Your Highness can survive the hardships strongly, then when you come back, I will take you to my hometown to take a walk, it is beautiful, it is really beautiful......"

No matter how beautiful the illusion is, it will be shattered by a tragic cough, and even Sui Liang couldn't bear to look at the bloodshot on the corner of Shen Jun's lips, hesitated for a while, and sighed in a low voice: "I will personally send His Highness to Zhaoguo to ensure that His Highness is safe and then come back." I have to bother Concubine Jing to tell the emperor that the crime of leaving her post without permission will take the initiative to accept it when the general returns. ”

It is a long way to go to Zhaoguo, and it will take two months to come and go, let alone two months, in the case of Shen Junfang's withdrawal from the overall situation of the government, can Yi Huaiyu endure two months without occasional assistance? Su Shiyun and Shen Junfang were a little surprised, and looked at Lian Suiliang, the face that had been weathered and still did not show aging, but was tired and profound.

"This is what I have to do—to do everything I can to reduce one thing that His Majesty may regret."

Occasionally, Su Shiyun can be more relieved, although she is still grieving the separation from her son, she also knows that this is an irreversible end. Holding up a smile and watching Yi Chenjing's carriage leave, it was not until she could no longer see the dust rolled up by the wheels that Su Shiyun dared to cry and knelt on the ground weakly.

The child is deprived, and she has to be like a cold palace and a cold companion, I don't know what year and month is the end, is this the result of what she has been waiting for for many years?

It turns out that this is an insignificant feeling in the general trend of the world.

Those days passed very quickly, after the dust Xuan became a cold palace that no one cared about, Su Shiyun burned incense and worshiped the Buddha all day long, and sat in front of the desk, Yi Huaiyu quietly came to the door several times and was indifferently ignored by her, she could only look at her silhouette from a distance, muttering warm names, and Su Shiyun often responded to him with a lonely back, or a stereotypical and bland chanting.

If there is really a Buddha, how can he not see the good men and women in the world sad and miserable?

Yi Huaiyu asked Sui Liang, who had returned from Zhaoguo, in exchange for a faint and tasteless laugh and a gloomy gaze.

"Concubine Jing and the queen have ceased to be innocent since the time they chose Your Majesty, all the people who fought for Your Majesty to come to the world, which one did not bear the sin of blood-stained rivers and mountains? Perhaps everything that is happening now is God's most cruel revenge. ”

"Revenge...... Yi Huaiyu muttered to himself, and suddenly remembered the person who was still in the cold palace and hadn't seen him for a long time.

That night, Yi Huaiyu went to Huanqing Palace, Sima Tulan regarded him as air, whether it was talking to Yi Chenyu or instructing Yuzhi to do things, in short, he didn't take Yi Huaiyu's appearance in his eyes at all. At first, Yi Huaiyu was not angry, he felt guilty and nostalgic for Sima Tulan, until he saw the jade pendant that had been carefully wiped on the makeup of Sima Tulan's bedroom, and he kicked over the table and chair and brushed his sleeves away.

The things that were treasured as treasures by Sima Tulan came from Shen Junfang.

In fact, the jade pendant was not what Sima Tulan wanted to keep, but Yi Chenyu. The respect and admiration for Shen Junfang is not only the seventh prince Yi Chenjing, but also the crown prince Yi Chenyu, who suddenly began to pretend to be stupid since a certain day, but among all the princes, he is the one who can't go to see Shen Junfang. Sometimes he missed it too much, so Yi Chenyu took out the jade pendant, repeatedly thinking about the story that Sima Dolan told him when he was still an infant, thinking that he would be happier when he thought about it, and silently hoped that one day the wise father and emperor would be gracious and allow him to see the uncle of the national teacher again, or simply re-appoint Shen Jun as the national teacher, just like those happiest times.

Of course, that's just an unrealistic dream.

Sima Tulan didn't explain the matter of Yu Pei, she was too lazy to defend herself because she was disheartened by Yi Huaiyu, anyway, as long as Sima Yuan was safe and sound, she had nothing else to worry about.

Probably because the time dragged on for too long to make everyone forget that there were still some things in Yi Huaiyu's hands, just when Sima Dolan planned to stay alone in the cold palace and never communicate with Yi Huaiyu again, Emperor Da Yao's sudden decree was once again in front of him.

"Niangniang, the emperor has issued an order to send someone to send Shen Guoshi away tomorrow morning...... Shen Guoshi's illness is getting worse and worse, I'm afraid it's going to be gone......" The moment Yuzhi relayed the holy decree to Sima Tulan with red eyes, Sima Tulan's face turned pale in an instant.

She thought that Yi Huaiyu had forgotten, at least no longer blamed the innocent Shen Junfang, but she didn't expect that everything was not over yet.