In the corner of the wall, on the lampstand, the lights flickered slightly.

Opposite the light, the shadow swayed gently.

Lin Fan blinked.

Only his shadow was shaken, and on that side, Zhao Lin and Lin Xuan did not change anything.

All of this was telling him that it was a fake, just a scene from the past.

But it's all true.

This conversation has happened before.

Lin Fan still remembers that when he was seven years old, he asked his father.

"Our Dingguo Mansion is for war, I practice martial arts and learn the art of war, isn't it okay? Why do you need to understand so many things that govern the country? ”

Rather than sitting behind the bookcase, Lin Fan at that time preferred to practice.

Energetic, I can't be idle at all, and I can't wait to practice from morning to night.

Lin Xuan didn't allow him to do that, carried him from the courtyard to the study, and urged him to study.

Lin Fanmeng was early and could read words quickly, but the military book was still too profound for him.

Lin Xuan said over and over again, a large sand table was set up in the ear room next to the study, and the mountains and rivers flowed and camped down, all of which fell on the plate.

For children, the sand table is also a toy, Lin Fan can listen to it with relish, and even the boring art of war is vivid.

In such a comparison, those things that govern the world are dry, and he can understand some, but only some.

So, the little Lin Fan protested.

Lin Xuan didn't make much sense with him, only patted his head and said, "If your father wants you to learn, you have to learn." ”

Lin Fan stuck out his tongue and complained that "Daddy is domineering".

Lin Xuan snorted at him: "Your father will never be old." ”

The bickering between father and son ended with Lin Fan's grimace.

His mother comforted him and said, "Because your father can be able to write and fight, and he can govern the country and secure the country, he is an all-rounder, and you must also learn." ”

Lin Fan couldn't refute it, in his eyes, his father was such a powerful person.

Therefore, complaining is complaining, coquettish is coquettish, he still sits down honestly, reads books by himself, and listens to his father's lectures.

But it wasn't until this moment, when he saw such a scene in the study where he sat every day when he was a child, that he finally understood Lin Xuan's words.

Lin Xuan's "Your father wants you to learn" refers to Zhao Lin.

And his father can never get old.

In Zhao Lin's expectations, he must be able to fight, and he must be able to govern the world.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and stabilized his emotions.

It is true that he knew early on that he was not Lin Xuan's son, but he had no memory of his biological father.

In Lin Fan's heart, "father" is Lin Xuan's image.

Tall, elegant, and outstanding, he grew up with him.

Lin Xuan is an excellent father, and Lin Fan has always been proud of this father.

It's just that in the past few days, Lin Fan has been thinking repeatedly, what kind of father will Zhao Lin be?

The first prince Zhao Lin is the appearance in the memory of the Marquis of Yongning and the eldest princess, and it is the name in the old files.

The cities he has fought and the deeds he has built, he is such a powerful person.

But just as he said to Qin Luan, Zhao Lin was far away from him.

The more you turn the paperwork, the farther you go.

Lin Fan admired him, admired his bravery in battle, and admired his boldness in using soldiers with the respect and admiration of a person who also practiced martial arts.

Now, in the confrontation with Lin Xuan, Zhao Lin stood in front of Lin Fan in the image of a father.

I want to give him the best of everything, and I want to open up a world for him.

This is the most ardent expectation of a soon-to-be father for his son.

Zhao Lin was there, very close to him, within easy reach.

In the oil light, Lin Fan raised his eyes, not for a moment.

He saw Lin Xuan add a glass of wine.

Raising the cup, Lin Xuan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll teach him!"

You see, you say that it is more difficult to govern the world than to fight, where is it easy for the imperial grandson?

However, we have to make it easy for him, give him a world where there is no need to fight, the country and the people are safe, he just needs to be a diligent imperial grandson, crown prince, and emperor.

For the rest, we help him. ”

The vision is blurred a little.

Lin Fan's throat and eyes were very astringent.

In a haze, he saw Zhao Lin's hearty laughter, and the laughter was like a drum, beating his heart.

"You two ......" Lin Fan bit his lower lip, clutched the wooden wedge in his palm, and complained, just like when he was a child, "It's all liars......

The two people sitting there drinking broke their promises.

Zhao Lin never taught him martial arts, nor did he teach him the art of war.

Lin Xuanjiao's governance is too shallow, that is what eight-year-old Lin Fan should learn, not the cornerstone that he should remember in his heart for eighteen, twenty-eight, or even many, many years to come.

The Great Zhou is incomplete and not peaceful.

He has never been a crown prince, nor is he a crown prince.

He didn't have it easy at all.

None of them did what they said that day.

They're all gone.

Days do not leave the year.

Outside the study, Qin Luan sat on the stone steps.

The heavy clouds have dispersed, and the last quarter moon is clear and reflected in the world.

Qin Luan raised his head, wanted to count the stars in the sky, and looked at them for half a night, but he didn't find any of them.

As the person who set up the array, Qin Luan didn't know what Lin Fan saw in the eyes of the array, but she felt Lin Fan's emotions through the rune spirit.

Suppressed, whimpering, suffocating the roar in my heart.

Qin Luan listened all night.

So silent, yet so deafening.

Stretching out his hand, Qin Luan looked at his palm.

If there was anything I didn't understand before, after this night, the fog was cleared.

Phoenix and Xinyue, who says they can't be the same?

When she didn't know what "like" was and what "love" was, she only relied on her heart to get along with Lin Fan.

He is the one who strategizes in the layout, he is the one who kills all sides on the chessboard, and he is the one who listens when he is quiet.

Now, behind her, he is also crying silently.

When her grandfather told her about Lin Fan's life experience, she would be anxious, not because the story was bumpy, but because she was an insider.

Before she knew it, she was in the middle of the game.

If you want to give this "bureau" a name, it is probably "heartbeat".

Thinking of this, Qin Luan bent his eyes.

Since she is a phoenix who only steps on high branches and has supreme grace, then she should choose the branches she wants.

The old phoenix branch of the green tree.

She chose Lin Fan.

What she chose must be the phoenix branch.

Will Lin Fan like this luanniao?

Qin Luan didn't know, but she thought, give it a try.

Take a step, take another step.

A person who can listen to her carefully and have a good discussion with her will never refuse her attempt.

In the distance, the sky was white.

This dreary night is finally coming to an end.

And the formation that Qin Luan laid out, the mana was also gradually passing, and when the sky was bright, those lights went out, and the old images dissipated and no longer appeared.

At this moment, there is only a little time left until then.

Looking at the sky, Qin Luan supported his cheeks and thought silently: It's really too short.