Autumn in the Tang Kingdom came earlier than anywhere else, and it was more sad than in previous years, with a lot of melancholy, just like the mood of the prince.

Tang Qing has lived in this dark black palace for sixteen years, and his health is not good when he is young, he is very cold, he can't withstand the wind, and he is the root of the disease that fell from his mother's womb.

In addition to taking medicine every day, he is hiding from the wind evil in the house, although he is the prince of the Tang Kingdom, there is no extra happiness at all.

Probably the happiest thing is reading.

Tang Qing likes to read, because of his heart, which is more like a talent.

He could read at the age of one, read poetry at the age of two, swing at the age of three, and after the age of four, he no longer needed a teacher.

The old gentleman who compiled the history of the Tang Kingdom once accidentally saw a word written by Tang Qing when he was four years old, and secretly regretted it: "Wenqu immortals, what can I do..."

This regret reached the ears of Emperor Tang, like an alarm bell ringing, and more importantly, it was a sigh.

This emperor of the ages, who became famous all over the world many years ago, gradually rose in momentum, until he closed the territory and worshiped the country, and laid down the capital of the Tang Dynasty, and the prestige of the Tang Emperor has almost reached its peak.

Regardless of power or martial arts, he has achieved the first.

However, people in the world often have regrets, and he is no exception.

Emperor Tang's regret is that his heirs inherited it.

Over the years, the three thousand concubines in the harem have given birth to hundreds of princesses for him, but there is no prince, whether he is happy or not, after all, he is his own flesh and blood, but it is inevitable that there will be some sighs, and it should be a creation to make people.

Until sixteen years ago, the queen gave birth to Tang Qing for him.

Tang finally has a prince, but it is a disease.

The high priest of the Tang Kingdom once criticized: Tang Qing's life is very bad and needs to be created.

This creation made the people of the Tang Kingdom wait for sixteen years, but the prince's body still did not improve, he was weak and sick, and he couldn't stand the wind.

I thought it was a blessing, but it was still a pity that I didn't want to.

Emperor Tang once drank alcohol on a long night, drunk and lying on the head of the imperial city wall, thinking of this regretful incident, he couldn't help but feel surging, and actually collapsed half of the wall.

After that, Emperor Tang suddenly quit drinking and the idea of having another prince.

It's inexplicable.

Regarding Tang Qing, he didn't look at it again after he was four years old.

No one knows what he thinks.

This regret has lasted for sixteen years, and perhaps many more years to come, but no one cares anymore.

Emperor Tang's cultivation has reached the realm of saints, almost immortal and immortal, as long as he is willing, even if all the people in the Tang Kingdom are dead, he can live well.

So about inheritance, maybe it's dispensable.

Because of this Tang Kingdom, he alone can last for thousands of years.

It's a pity that it's just a father-son relationship, and it can't be as smooth as ordinary people.

Tang Qing didn't have a deep impression of his father, and he had even forgotten his appearance.

Only occasionally I would remember that when I was very young, a tall figure in a dark black dragon robe walked into my room, bringing him a lot of interesting classics among the Tang people.

Those days were very happy because I had my father by my side.

Those days were short-lived.

After the age of four, the tall figure never came, but someone still brought him a book to read.

That man was a scholar.

Dressed in a green shirt, he was also tall, with an obscure smile on his face, and an ancient book always stood on his waist.

In Tang Qing's memory, that scholar never seemed to be aging.

From the time I saw him when I was four years old to the present, for the whole twelve years, the scholar's green shirt has never been changed, but it has always been clean; the ancient books on his waist have never been closed, and they have always been fixed on a certain page; even the smile in the corners of his eyes and the rhyme on his face are so unique, as if they are eternal.

The years have not left a trace on the scholar, he is still the same, just like twelve years ago.

Tang Qing once called a scholar a teacher, because he felt that a scholar was very powerful, as if he had read all the books in the world and knew the world's affairs.

The scholar only wanted to listen to Tang Qing shout Mr., the name of the teacher, he felt that he couldn't afford it, but he didn't give a reason.

Mr. Tang Qinghe, the prince and the scholar, were in the dark black palace of the Tang Kingdom for twelve years.

Read a book together.

The wind is blowing tonight, and the twilight of late autumn is slightly cool as water, which is very chilly.

The windows and doors of the prince's palace had long been closed, and the maids had already retreated, leaving only a few candles for Tang Qing in the spacious and messy study room full of all kinds of books, illuminating the two figures in front of the books.

This time was when Tang Qing was studying, and in the past sixteen years, it had already become a habit, and no one wanted to disturb it.

The scholar stood beside Tang Qing, picked up the ancient book on his waist, and looked at it carefully, very pious.

His gaze was always fixed on that page, as if he had seen eternity.

The room was quiet, and reading seemed to have become some kind of ritual, a little depressing, but warm.

I don't know how long it took, Tang Qing finished the last page, closed the book in his hand, and threw it among the messy stacks of books, he raised his head, his face was very delicate, with a little sickly, but more like a female doll, a little pitiful.

Tang Qing looked at the scholar and said respectfully, "Sir, I'm done." ”

The scholar's gaze quickly moved away from the ancient books, the slight smile in the corners of his eyes never stopped, he put the ancient books back on his waist, carefully placed them, and said with a smile: "That's it for tonight, I'll come back tomorrow." ”

Tang Qing was silent and did not respond, which was very abnormal.

The scholar looked at him, a little puzzled.

But soon, the smile in the corner of his eyes widened, because Tang Qing's gaze turned to his waist, and the ancient book was being opened, like a kind of bewitchment.

"I want to read that book from my husband. ”

Tang Qing said.

It's not loud, but it's serious.

It's pure curiosity.

The scholar appeared in this palace when Tang Qing was four years old, and since then, Tang Qing has noticed that the scholar has been reading the ancient book.

Until tonight, the scholar was still reading the same page, not turning it.

This is very counterintuitive.

The secret of that ancient book has been hidden for twelve years, and Tang Qing has endured it for twelve years, and tonight, he finally chose to open his mouth and wanted to reveal this secret.

The scholar touched Tang Qing's head, did not respond to his words, but smiled: "Have you drunk the decoction sent by the queen?" It is too cold tonight, you need to rest early." ”

"I want to read that book from my husband. ”

Tang Qing repeated this sentence with a serious expression.

The scholar sighed, ignoring the prince's stubbornness, he fell silent, a little preoccupied, and spoke after a long time: "Believe me, you are not ready to open it." Plus, it's not a book. ”

Tang Qing was a little puzzled.

"It's fate!"

The scholar put his hand on the ancient book, and the smile in the corner of his eyes was finally put away, with a solemn look in his eyes.

At that moment, Tang Qing was in a trance, and his mood was slightly low.

Speaking of fate, this prince in the deep hall is really pitiful.

Born with a cold body, I can only hide in the house for a lifetime, even if I have long been used to it, but occasionally I will have some sadness, just like now.

Tang Qing said: "This kind of thing is fate, it is destined by nature, and it is really not much to see. ”

Some desperation and self-deprecation.

Putting aside his identity and destiny, in fact, he is only a sixteen-year-old boy.

Bearing all these years of loneliness and despair may be unfair to him.

The scholar was a little unbearable and said: "Life is indeed born, but it is not destined. ”

Tang Qing did not respond.

"That's why I'm always on this page. ”

The scholar's hand removed from the ancient book and said seriously: "The life I see is always changing, never static, so I can't finish turning this page." I am looking forward to the fact that there will be a creation to prove that fate is not predestined, but man-made. So you don't have to be pessimistic, there is hope. ”

"My father has given up on me, my mother rarely comes to see me, and the people of the Tang Kingdom may no longer remember that there is still me as a prince. ”

Tang Qing stood up, with a loss in his eyes that did not belong to this age, he looked at the scholar and said, "I don't want to accept my fate, but I can only accept my fate." ”

The scholar shook his head, feeling a little sorry for him, and said: "The queen has been few recently, firstly, the weather is getting colder, for fear of disturbing your rest, and secondly, because I miss you too deeply and can't bear to see your sick appearance, you have to understand." The people of the Tang Kingdom have built Buddha statues from every household since you were born, begging for your life, waiting for a creation, and still haven't given up, you have never walked out of the palace, so naturally you don't know. As for your father..."

Tang Qing sat down, seemingly a little tired.

"He's different from you, he never resigned himself to fate!"

The scholar said.

Tang Qing shook his head: "That's why he hasn't looked at me for twelve years?"

The scholar sighed: "He has long been the emperor of the Tang Kingdom, the realm of saints, and he has sought the way of heaven, so it is difficult to find an heir, this is fate." He didn't believe in fate, so he gave birth to you. ”

Tang Qing listened carefully, a little confused in his eyes.

"Destiny gave birth to you, but he couldn't inherit his throne, God forced him to have another prince. He still refuses to accept his fate, so he does not come to see you, because when he sees you, the stubbornness and unwillingness in his heart will tempt him to give birth to another one to fulfill the destiny of heaven, so he does not come again. In a sense, he went against his orders and has been holding out for sixteen years. ”

The scholar said, "Your father is actually very great, and he loves you very much. ”

Tang Qing was silent for a long time, and his eyes gradually moistened.

Why do you have to bear a bad life?

I don't know when I'm going to die, I don't know what the road ahead is, such a life has been shattered since birth.

The scholar looked at him and continued, "He and you are only the difference between a saint and a mortal, or rather, the difference between an adult and a child. With different visions, the things you see are naturally different. ”

Tang Qing lowered his head, his delicate face was hidden between the candles, and he suddenly said, "Sir, I don't want to die." ”

Tang Qing raised his head, his face was very serious.

The room was quiet for a long time, and both men began to fall silent.

The scholar suddenly stepped aside, opened the closed window, and the cold wind of late autumn blew into the room and rolled over the boy. It's a little cold, but it's still bearable.

Tang Qing smiled bitterly, coughed, and said, "It turns out that the wind is also very cool. ”

The scholar nodded, standing in front of him, his eyes were a little moist: "I have been waiting for your words for twelve years." If you accept your fate, no one will help you. If you never face it, how do you know if you can withstand it?"

"And now?" said Tang Qing with a smile.

"Now, the creation that the High Priest spoke of sixteen years ago may indeed happen. ”

The scholar's green shirt floated in the wind, and he looked at Tang Qing with tears and smiled.

Tang Qing stood up again, he wiped away the scholar's tears, and said softly: "Actually, I have always wanted to meet that high priest, it is said that he is the wisest person in the Tang Kingdom, and he is also the person my father respects the most. ”

"He's always there for you. ”

The scholar smiled happily: "I'm honored. ”

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