The land of Aodi, near the water and the things are also spared.

Although it is called a city, it does not have the specifications that the city should have, but it is more like a rural place, if there are no tourists who play around, strictly speaking, it is actually more like an isolated island.

In fact, there was no small place on the Xifeng territory before Yijiazi, and the only people in the world who knew this small island were people who entered or walked out by mistake.

First, the population of the Angdi region is actually more similar to villages and towns, and there is no need to record the history separately because it is not very convenient for economic exchanges and material exchanges.

If it weren't for a scholar who walked out of here a year ago, how many people in the world would know about this small island on the river?

If it weren't for the emperor himself giving the name of Angdi, how could countless people come to this remote corner?

There is also a lot of water near the water.

Before the rainy season, the city of Aodi has already begun to rain and fall.

The fine and dense light rain is like a woman's half-covered light veil, hazy, adding a bit of indescribable charm to this rich town.

On the street, the oil-paper umbrellas are one after another, densely packed, and there are single and double people under the umbrella, and there are all three people, bustling.

It seems that the continuous drizzle has not diluted the elegance of the tourists.

Just stop in the streets and you'll notice something odd: the rest of the streets are bustling, but one street in the north of the city is lonely, a forgotten corner of the world.

A moon-white oil-paper umbrella parted from the chaotic flow of umbrellas and turned into the street.

However, after only a few steps, the owner of the moon-white oil-paper umbrella was stopped by a kind person.

"Child, come back, I can't go there!"

The owner of the moon-white oil-paper umbrella was a young man in his early tens, wearing the same moon-white clothes, and when he heard this, he turned around and said curiously: "Oh?

The middle-aged woman who spoke out kindly was slightly stunned, what a beautiful child!

Seeing that the woman didn't speak, the young man lowered his eyelids and said obediently: "It's inconvenient to say, then forget it." The tone was a little lost.

"No, no, everyone knows that there's nothing inconvenient. The woman hurriedly shook her head, "It's just quite unlucky, and it's not good to hear." ”

The young man said gently, "It's okay, I'm about to go to the street to look for someone, my aunt won't tell me about it, let me have a bottom in my heart first." ”

When the woman heard this, her face changed suddenly, and she quickly pulled the young man aside, lowered her voice and asked, "Who is it, is it a relative?"

The young man shook his head slightly, "Entrusted by others, I am not familiar with it." ”

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and then whispered, "Baby, that aunt told you, don't go." A few days ago, all the people on this street died, none of them were alive, and no one in the government came forward to take care of it.

The boy thought for a moment and nodded earnestly.

The woman looked up and down at the beautiful child in front of her, "Do you really understand?"

The boy nodded again.

"That's okay, depending on how you dress, I guess I've read a lot of books, so I should understand. Then the woman was reassured, "By the way, you are alone, what about your family?"

The boy blinked, smiled and said nothing.

The woman immediately woke up, and at a glance they knew that she was a rich man, so how could she explain her identity to a country man, "Okay, then you can go to the adults yourself, don't let the adults wait, go! Don't be greedy, ah?"

The young man blinked again and bowed gently to the woman, "Thank you, Auntie, then I'll go." ”

"So polite, go quickly!" the woman smiled and narrowed her eyes, and waved at the young man.

The boy smiled at the woman and nodded politely.

The woman was dazzled again.

After a while, the woman came to her senses.

The child, who was too pretty, to talk to is long gone.

She shook her head slightly, feeling like a big dream.

There are such people in the world, as if they came out of the paintings, so beautiful that they are not like words. The adults of his family are really blessed, but it is also really painful, and the silver snow lotus between the eyebrows does not know which adult painted it, it is like the real one, what is the word called...... It's as cold as a fairy, yes, that's it, that's it...... It's just that his face seems to be too pale, and it is estimated that no one is perfect......

When the middle-aged woman muttered to herself, the pale-faced young man had already turned a street corner, and went directly into the alley where the woman said that a street of people had died, and silently shuttled through the courtyards.

He walked through it simply, without being careful or looking around, as if he was walking in an ordinary alley.

After a few days of continuous rain, there was no bloodstain in the courtyard, and there was no trace of a fight, and it was not as dirty as imagined, but it was a little sluggish because no one had cleaned it up for a few days.

It doesn't look like a slaughtered place at all.

It's just that there are no human voices, and everything is so quiet that it's depressing and a little suffocating.

The young man walked quietly through the courtyards and bowed his head slightly.

But the guilt in my heart was lost to the extreme, and I don't know how many times I apologized.

But what's the use?

The civilians in the streets and alleys died because of his mistakes, related, and unrelated...... He should have made arrangements a long time ago.

But who are his relatives? Shouldn't he really have expectations of those people?...... Is he too naïve?

That's never the way I remember...... Nothing is the same anymore.

But how can this be?

Looking up at the gray sky, there was rain falling on the young man's immature and pale face.

The boy suddenly felt a little aggrieved and a little guilty.

Can...... Accustomed to smiling, walking in the dead courtyard, he couldn't cry at all.

It turns out that if you wear the mask for a long time, you really can't take it off.

Before he knew it, the boy had reached the end of the alley.

He stopped slightly, looked at the last simple courtyard, and felt a little uncomfortable like a stone in his heart.

He once remembered that Liu Shi said that men should not flick their tears without flicking, regardless of age; he once remembered that Liu Shi said that those who achieve great things do not have to be confined to small sections, regardless of intimacy; he once remembered that Liu Shi said not to be disappointed in them, because blood is thicker than water......

He did it all, and he persevered.

But now?

The boy felt his chest clog even more, but he couldn't do anything, he couldn't do anything.

Self-deprecating hooked the corners of his mouth, he took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled another breath of turbidity.

"I've been waiting for a few days, and I haven't come out yet?" said a young man, hesitating slightly.

"Your Highness is still here. After a few breaths, an indifferent voice came from the other end of the low courtyard wall, and then a middle-aged man in a gray robe came out of the wall.

However, the strange thing is that even if the middle-aged person is out of the courtyard, it still gives people the feeling of being hidden in the shadows.

"Celestial Shadow?" The young man glanced at the middle-aged man lightly and asked calmly.

"It's been three years, and His Highness hasn't changed at all. The middle-aged man did not answer, and sighed indifferently.

The young man curled his lips slightly, "But I'm not here today, and it's not all because of me that he did, is it?"

The middle-aged man was silent.

The young man also ignored the middle-aged man and turned around and walked towards the courtyard.

The middle-aged man suddenly said solemnly: "Your Highness, you should go back!"

"Go back?" The boy sneered, but didn't look back, "I shouldn't be your match now, you can try." ”

The middle-aged man was silent again.

Not just because they don't dare, but because they can't.

This child, what he doesn't want, no one can force it.

This has been the case, and it is now.

Pushing open the courtyard door, you can see the most ordinary and ordinary rural courtyard layout, which is simple to the point of being a little simple, although it has been uncleaned up for several days, it is still neat.

The young man turned his head slightly, "Congenital? This may be the most innate realm." ”

Middle-aged people are even more silent.

Because I feel guilty.

The young man said, "Didn't you leave any affection?"

The middle-aged man bowed his head and said nothing.

"Huh!" the boy smiled and shook his head, "He's right, I'm naïve, Royal...... It's never been impersonal. ”

"Your Highness!" the middle-aged man frowned and said coldly.

"Isn't it?" The young man glanced at him, not caring at all, and then looked at the quiet and simple courtyard, "So, how many of the remaining fifteen families are left?"

The middle-aged man was silent again.

The young man didn't care, and said calmly: "He wants to break the three-legged pattern, I can ignore it, provided that I am never a worry-free chess piece." ”

"The subordinates will convey. The middle-aged man said indifferently.

"Hmm!" the boy nodded faintly, "then let's talk about the purpose, except for what I said." ”

The middle-aged man was a little speechless, because the teenager had already finished speaking.