Si Qing had a cold face, and he was very reluctant to help the little boy in front of him up.

The young prince laughed twice and arched his hand and said, "In the Fang family in Anyang, Fang Le Yingzi Pingcheng, meet the son." ”

Zi'an chuckled, he was already extremely good-looking, and at this moment, half of the people in the entire wine shop looked at it, and gently bowed his head and stretched out his hand, "Please get up, come and sit down and drink two glasses." He said as he stretched out his hand and gestured to the right.

Si Qing pointed obliquely at the handle of the knife with his eyebrows raised, and then they had a very pleasant conversation for Zi'an.

"In the lower Kyoto Li family - Li Jiqing's word Zi'an. ”

Fang Leying was so shocked that she sat down on the stool with a look of surprise and panic, "Childe, don't talk nonsense, Li Ke-but-" He couldn't say anything about the latter words, so he stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky, and whispered; "Which one's surname is it, and he said that he was going to kill his head." ”

Zi Anwan smiled, blinked a few times, and then said, "Of course I lied to you—" The tail note rose slightly, with a mischievous look.

"What about you?" Fang Leying's horror did not diminish because of his joke, but because of his thanks, the joke was a little better.

"My name is Gao Zi'an! You will call me Zi'an in the future." Zi'an squinted slightly, and his gaze lightly crossed Si Qing's face, Si Qing glared at him, and his thin lips were pursed into a line, but he didn't refute him.

Zi'an gave Si Qing a thumbs up where Fang Leying couldn't see, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Pingcheng, I want to learn from you how to make a gentleman!" Zi'an had a sincere face when he spoke, and that burning gaze gave Pingcheng a headache.

"I'm not a gentleman!"

"It's not like that, Master!" Zi'an said, holding Pingcheng's hand with both hands, with a sincere and enthusiastic expression.

"Who allowed you to call your own master? Heijo was very tired of breaking away from his hand, and ran away as if he were running away.

Si Qing stood aside, staring at Pingcheng's back with a gloomy face, his hands clenched tightly, gritting his teeth, and said, "What's so good about that bastard! You are a noble man with golden branches and jade leaves-" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zi'an.

Zi'an looked at the man's back with a look of fascination, "Don't say more! I have my own considerations." ”

I don't know why, but when I saw that person, I had a very strange feeling. It was as if the man had been fascinated by what he had done and said, and he had told his master since he could read that he had been born to be emperor, or that he might have died in fighting and fratricide, but not in pleasure.

He never thought that he was a person who could be an emperor, and who was too young to take on heavy responsibilities and be placed in strict demands by everyone, which would arouse rebellion, and most of them would make everyone's wishes go aside. When many people are disappointed, they blame, blame everything they can.

Zi'an felt that he was about to reach a tipping point now, but he no longer wanted to live with everyone's wishes. He wanted to live for himself once—even just once—just once—

"Your Highness—" Si Qing shouted, the knuckles of the hand holding the sword turned white, "How can you-"

"Enough!" Zi'an shouted in a deep voice, followed by a weak voice with a tired voice, "Can you stop me from doing what they want to do behind all my wishes, and let me live for myself?"

Si Qing choked and stopped talking.

Then Zi'an stretched out his hand, and a man in black jumped out of nowhere behind him. As soon as a man in black appeared, he knelt on one knee, and his voice was extremely high-pitched and extremely harsh;

"Check him, I want to know where he will be tomorrow!"

The next day, Liyuan Spring is a famous place in the capital to listen to opera and singing, and the actors in it have excellent figures and clear voices.

At this time, Zi'an was listening to the play in the first row under the stage, and the opera was dancing with water sleeves, like pacing on the stage, twisting his waist and shaking his sleeves, which was particularly good-looking, and the dim light on the person's face had a different flavor. Suddenly, the music changed like a silver bell, and the startled people were clever.

He also called back Zi'an's stunned gaze at Pingcheng, who was listening carefully to the play.

Pingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, looking at his eyes as if he was a little helpless;

"Looking for you!" Zi'an looked at him steadily, and that firm meaning was something that Pingcheng couldn't understand. At the same time, the firmness pierced his disguise like a long knife, with a little sting and embarrassment.

Therefore, Heicheng cleared his throat and pretended to be calm, "Why?"

"Master!" The young man smiled with a smile and crooked eyebrows, with a wave of joy and admiration, Si Qing behind him turned his head and moved a step aside, not looking at the two people here, his eyebrows lowered and his head looked up at the sky, pretending to be free and easy.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, the actors on the stage have their eyes wandering, and they sing in a timely manner with a clear voice like a yellow bird; ”

Zi'an's smile stiffened, and his head lowered his eyes were a little lost for a while: Si Qing raised his eyebrows and smiled indescribably free and wanton.

Sometimes you are stumbling and pretending, and there is always a moment and a half when there are so many words that surprise everyone's masks and tears.

Zi'an is like this, and when he looks up again, there are already two lines of tears.

Somehow, Heijo suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and stretched out his fingers to wipe his tears.

The gentleness that came at first was like a long river pouring to wash away the fragility, leaving only a star and a half, and the light that came from nowhere hit the back of his head, Zi'an felt as if he had seen a god, and as if he had found his own god.

After that day, Zi'an sticked Siqing a little tighter, and his speech and actions were more intimate, and the infatuation in his eyes was even more obvious, and none of the people with a clear eye could see any of the emotions.

On this day, Shu Changen called him over, and the wise old man pinched his goatee, and the smile on his lips was more bitter from nowhere; "You are the one who wants to be the emperor, you can't-can't be like this!" The decadent color between the old man's eyebrows made Zi An feel a little sad.

Zi'an looked sad: "I don't want to go anywhere, Dengguo Zuo represents praying for the blessings and safety of all people in the world and seeking a safe place." I can't do it—I still know about myself, and if I live my life for the people, I might be able to live in peace, not rich, but also happy. ”

It was probably the first time he had said this, and the old man, who was accustomed to twisting his goatee, seemed a little startled, and his voice was a little trilling;

"I have seen your face when you were born, and you are a person—hey, if it is your choice, then Master will support you. The old man's voice gradually calmed down as his tone adjusted, and he was in a calm mood.

"Thank you, Master!" Zi'an raised his eyebrows, and the raised eyebrows seemed to be able to stop a few magpies.

The next day, Shu Changen disappeared, and when Zi'an woke up, he couldn't help but cry when he saw the ribbon next to the pillow, and the ribbon used a small seal with the scenery written on it - I'm sorry.

Li Yun stood outside the door and looked at the crying Zi'an from a distance, took two steps forward, pushed open the door, and hugged his young son for a long time; Reaching out and gently patting the young son's shoulder, silently comforting his child.

Zi'an looked up at his father, who was extremely indifferent in the past, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional, he stretched out his hand to hold his father and whispered, "Father, will you be disappointed in me? I don't want to be an emperor, I don't want to be an emperor at all! I can't settle sentient beings, I can't even settle myself." ”

"It's okay kid!" said the old emperor, shaking his head gently as he spoke, and his tone was brisk, and he accidentally shook out the hairpin that was barely pulled by the strands of his thinning hair.

Zi'an raised his eyes with a face full of disbelief, he stretched out his hand and pushed the hairpin in, and the bright smile between his eyebrows was something Li Yun had never seen before, which couldn't help but make Li Yun secretly think, "Perhaps, no matter what the ending looks like, the most important thing is that the children themselves are happy!

"Father is going to kill him!" A little sporadic killing intent overflowed in his smiling eyebrows, and the young prince already had a trace of the rudiments of a decisive emperor.

Li Yun's hands trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly; "You know?"

"Of course," Zi'an shook his fingers a little proudly, and said in a low voice, "How can the royal family let the news of the prince's good Longyang get out! It's one thing in private, and it's another thing on the surface, isn't it? ”

"You know all about it?" Li Yun raised his eyebrows.

Zi'an took a few steps back and sat down leisurely, playing with his fingers with interest, and his tone was flat, "I knew it a long time ago, so I want to implore my father to give me the initiative to execute him." ”

"Are you negotiating terms with me?" Li Yun's hand gently pressed against the door frame on the side, his tone was gentle, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Zi'an nodded, and said meaningfully: "Father, don't worry, the old problem has been committed again." When will you be able to correct your anger and red eyes? If you slip through the cracks in negotiations, it will be difficult to deal with them. It seemed to be a homely conversation, but the corners of Li Yun's eyes seemed to be stained with two fiery clouds.

"The child has heard that the crown prince and the prince have a great relationship with you, if it is the prince-" Later, Zi'an did not continue.

Li An's hand unconsciously clenched the corner of the table, and there was a tooth-sore sound, and then he closed his eyes and looked up with a long sigh of relief and said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"Oh yes! Father's memory is really getting worse and worse, didn't Erchen just say it?" Zi'an smiled and said helplessly.

"Is that worth it?" Li Yun asked rhetorically.

Zi'an stared at him and threw out the exact same sentence, "Is that worth it?" and then he said with a serious face, "Erchen believes that his father already has the answer in his heart. ”