Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Tree Wants to Be Quiet and the Wind Doesn't Stop
After listening to Rong Sui's answer, Rong Wei couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he stared at him with a blank gaze, in addition to a touch of confusion in his eyes, there was also a trace of inquiry that was difficult to hide.
Rong Sui raised his lips and chuckled, and his silent and shallow smile seemed to contain some kind of deep meaning, which seemed light and light, but it was endlessly evocative, "Why don't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince want to think about it, now that Dongchen Country is Qinghai Yan, Wufu and the people are safe, isn't this the best answer?" β
Rong Wei listened to Rong Sui's words full of deep meaning, his eyes couldn't help but glow with a touch of contemplation, and after a while, he suddenly nodded in understanding, and sighed lightly: "In just a few years, the Dongchen Kingdom has been governed in an orderly manner, so that all officials are sincerely convinced, all the people support it, and even the Dongchen Kingdom has been raised to a new height, no wonder my father and emperor are full of appreciation in his eyes whenever he mentions this Emperor Jingren, it seems that he is indeed a figure that cannot be underestimated." β
He turned to look at Rong Sui, his eyes became a little subtle, as if there was a hint of deep meaning hidden in it, and then he changed the conversation and said with a smile: "I knew that this was the case, when you were in the Beiluo Master with him, you should have taken the opportunity to make friends with him, and it is not a good thing for you to be friends with such a person." β
Rong Sui glanced at him deeply, his eyes suddenly froze, and his always comfortable eyebrows had a tendency to be "vultures" at this time, looking solemn and cautious, "Although the younger brother was young at that time, he also understood a truth, he is the prince of Dongchen, and he will inevitably stand on the side of Dongchen in the future, and the younger brother is the prince of Beiming, and the heart will naturally be Beiming, since they have different positions with each other, how can they be friends?" β
Rong Wei was stunned when he heard this, and his expression suddenly became a little strange, only to see his lips pursed, as if he was trying his best to suppress the smile in his eyes, and when Rong Sui finally realized the clue, he couldn't control his chuckle.
"Look at your righteous and stern appearance, compared to usual, you are a little less cloudy and a little more pyrotechnic, my brother is just joking with you, why are you still serious?" Rong Wei smiled as he spoke, his expression was very happy.
Looking at Rong Wei's bright and pure smile, Rong Sui's expression relaxed, his eyebrows and eyes returned to their former warmth, and a light smile gently rippled from his cheeks. At this moment, the two seem to have become close friends who have known each other for many years, and the sense of distance on weekdays has disappeared.
Seeing that Rong Sui gradually opened his heart, Rong Sui couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in his heart, and then he smiled a little, and said reproachfully: "There are no outsiders here, and you are not embarrassed to be a prince in one mouth, do we brothers still need to see each other like this?" β
Rong Sui was silent for a moment, and glanced at Rong Wei meaninglessly, with a light smile on his face. That seemingly casual glance faintly revealed a sense of alienation that rejected people thousands of miles away, "Since ancient times, there has been a difference between monarchs and ministers, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a prince, how noble is his identity, how dare his ministers and brothers exceed the rules, and there is no distinction between respect and inferiority?" β
The smile on Rong Huan's face stiffened slightly, but he still barely kept that smile on his lips, and said with a wry smile: "My father often said that he was restrained for his brother and did things too well, unlike you who were as clean and easy as you, but I didn't expect you to be so cautious in front of your brother, but I didn't expect you to be so cautious in front of your brother." He paused, his eyes became a little trance, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he asked faintly: "I don't understand for my brother, is it because you have become a formalistic seventh brother, or are you still thinking about what happened back then?" β
Rong Wei's words seemed to touch a sensitive corner of Rong Sui's heart, and he immediately looked down, bowed his head and said, "Brother Chen doesn't dare." β
"If you have a grudge in your heart, you won't be blamed for being a brother, all these years, your brother has been repenting." A faint sadness quietly spread at the corners of Rong Wei's eyes and eyebrows, making him feel lonely and stunned, "When you were bullied by them in the palace back then, if it weren't for the fact that your brother was too cowardly and didn't have the courage to stand up, why would you leave Beiming and wander alone in another country for nine years?" Being a brother is indeed ashamed of you, and it is reasonable for you to resentful of being a brother in your heart. β
He closed his eyes gloomily, and instead pursed his lips and smiled at Rong Sui, his smile was full of self-deprecation, and there was a hint of indescribable sadness.
Rong Sui looked at him calmly, with a light and breezy look in his eyes, with a calm look after reading all the smoke and glitz, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is too worried, although the younger brother has no friends in Beiluo Shimen over the years, he has never been treated badly, not only can he practice martial arts with a chivalrous person like Lord Shen, but he has also learned a lot from him, and he has also had a lot of epiphany." β
He looked out of the window faintly, and the wind and snow reflected in his tranquil eyes, but it was not cold and messy at all, but there was a calm color after a long time of wind, frost, rain and snow, which lined him with no vulgar dust, making people suddenly feel like a spring breeze, like a bright moon, "fate is only encountered, and the cycle cannot be found." In life, the grass grows in spring, coming like wind and rain, and going like dust. For the events of the year, the ministers have long forgotten, which is right and wrong, it is no longer important, life has come like the morning dew, why should His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cling to the past? β
Hearing this, Rong Huan's eyebrows couldn't help but be filled with a look of loss, he stared at him tightly, as if he wanted to find something from his calm ink pupils, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and asked concisely: "Can you really let go of the past and forget the things of the past?" Even if you are willing to let them go, will they let you go? β
Rong Sui's eyes moved slightly, but his demeanor was still reserved, and his eyes were faintly showing a bit of caution, "Brother is very curious, how can His Royal Highness the Crown Prince be so sure, today's incident must have been done by them?" For a long time, the courtiers have only stayed in their own place, not taking one more step, just hoping to be in a corner of peace, and they have never competed with them for anything, so what reason do they have to harm the courtiers? β
"Don't you understand it now?" Rong Wei sighed silently, and a sad color gently swept through the bottom of his eyes, doubling lonely and sad, "As princes, we were born in this treacherous whirlpool, and there are thousands of pairs of eyes staring at us all the time. They lurk in the shadows, like invisible and heavy shackles, choking our throats, ready to wait for an opportunity to move. Do you think we have a way out? The fourth child is gentle, ruthless, and unkind; The old eight are tolerant, perverse, and domineering. Even if you are willing to build a fence and plant chrysanthemums, do you think they will let you go? The trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and this struggle cannot be avoided after all. β
Rong Wei moved his gaze to the window, and his gloomy face revealed a kind of melancholy and helplessness about the withering of all things, and between his slightly frowning brows, there was an inexorable loneliness and sadness.
"Brother Wei thought that after going through this incident, you would understand the truth that you can't help yourself in your position, but I didn't expect you to be so naΓ―ve."