"Brother Jiu is gone, what can you say?" King Huan restrained his smile and looked a little serious.

Zhao Qingyan timidly pulled the big drum, and said, "If you're asking about Bao Zheng, I don't have anything special to say." ”

King Huan sighed: "No matter what you think, I won't blame you, just tell me, was Bao Zheng's death an accident, or did you do it on purpose?"

Zhao Qingyan asked a little puzzled: "Did it intentionally?"

King Huan said: "Ran Tingtong's unjust case. ”

Zhao Qingyan closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and said softly: "Unjust case?" The voice was a little cold.

King Huan looked at him deeply: "Sure enough, this is the case, right? Ran Tingtong is Ran Tongxuan's most important retainer, Yu Ran Tongxuan is tantamount to siblings, and Yu Ran Xingchen and Ran Haoxuan are also like fathers." Ran Haoxu was taken in by Ran Tingtong when he was an infant and treated him like a son. After Ran Tingtong died, you left Ran Haoxuan in the palace as your scholar, and your name was a subordinate, and you never treated him badly. Bao Zheng is the culprit who caused Ran Tingtong's unjust death, and it is reasonable for you to hate him. ”

"There is no one around me who I have treated badly. Zhao Qingyan suddenly spoke up, his tone was not intense, "Uncle Thirteen, you know me very well, so it's not surprising that you guessed my thoughts." Now that you've guessed it, what else are you asking me?"

King Huan smiled bitterly: "You can refute it, I will believe it." ”

Zhao Qingyan said: "It's a pity that I didn't plan to hide it from the beginning. ”

King Huan asked, "Then you are also ready to bear the consequences?"

Zhao Qingyan suddenly laughed: "If I say that I do this without fear, will it seem too shameful?"

King Huan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "There is no fear...... Sounds like the truth. ”

Zhao Qingyan slowly smiled: "Uncle Thirteen, I don't regret it. ”

King Huan nodded silently: "I've endured it for so long, and it's hard for you." ”

Zhao Qingyan glanced at him, reached out and took a piece of dim sum and crushed it in the palm of his hand, took some to feed the fish, and the drooping eyelashes dyed his eyes with a dark gray haze.

"Uncle Thirteen, I have had a dream in the past few days, a long, long dream. ”

"I dreamed that there was once a man dressed in a light blue robe standing under a tree with his hands behind his back and a warm smile on his face. He sat me in his arms with the piano in front of me and played the tunes I liked for me. He had the fragrance of light flowers and plants, and his fingers on the strings were unusually soft, for fear that he would hurt the gentleness of the piano. I looked up and said to him, 'I want to be a gentleman, a gentleman is like you?' and he laughed and said, "It's a good idea, let me be a gentleman like the breeze, not stained with the dust, not fighting for the world, not trapped in the world." ”

"After that, many times, I sat on the left and Hao Xuan sat on the right, and he told us the story of the breeze. He said that it was the breeze that took him in and treated him like a brother, and he couldn't afford to repay this kindness in his life. He said that all he could do was to do his best to thank the breeze while he was alive, and not to bother the breeze after his death. ”

The pastry falls in the clear water, is soaked and scattered, and then is snatched by swimming fish before sinking. The food was snatched up, and the koi fish waged their tails and scattered, leaving only a slight ripple of water, and there was no trace of half of the fish that had once swam and scrambled.

I don't know if Zhao Qingyan's face was already pale, or if it was King Huan's illusion. Zhao Qingyan, who tilted his head to look at the lake by the pavilion, had a trace of lifeless pale on his face, in addition to the sadness and exhaustion that could not be concealed under the indifference. If you want to describe this one word......

Fragile.

King Huan didn't know why this word appeared in his heart, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to save something, but after all, he could only be a silent listener.

Looking at the lake, it seems that he is looking for the past in the lake that he doesn't want to look back, and he can't bear to forget the past, and his eyes are far away: "Over the years, I have had that dream many times. ”

"Master...... "The man who was tall and had never left me behind, completely ignored my repeated falls, got up and struggled to keep up, with a cry of pain and grievance.

The hem of the white clothes was splashed with mottled mud spots by the mud on the road, and the straight back was a little more hurried.

How could he have been in such a hurry, so out of shape?

"Master, will you wait for me?" I squatted on the ground and called out hopelessly, aggrieved and wanted to cry.

After a short silence, a few voices stepped on the mud, and a familiar hand rested on the head: "I'm sorry. "There is something more in the voice than it used to be.

Anxious? or self-blame?

Raising his head, there was a bit of hesitation on the breeze's face: "Do you still want to follow me......?" Let's go. ”

Picking me up, his speed increased a few more points.

I was left outside, and he walked in alone.

Worried, dazed, and terrified, I ran in while I was not paying attention to the small talk, looking for the breeze.

I don't know if I was too lucky, or if God had once again given me misfortune, I found a light breeze.

He slowly knelt down in front of Bao Zheng...... pleaded, begged him to find out the unjust case, and listened to the innocence of the pupil......

I cried outside the door, biting my sleeves, crying so much that I lost all my ability to think. I forgot what the breeze was talking about, forgot what was happening, and just cried in spite of it until the breeze came out.

The moment he saw me, his face turned pale and he lost all his blood.

He is very proud, not arrogant, but arrogant. For many days, he left the inn again and again without telling us, running again and again, not knowing what he had done. But I know that this concealment is his last little reservation about his dignity.

I don't know how much pain he was in, I probably don't even feel the pain he endured. The only thing I think of is my identity, that of Uncle Huang.

Nothing is greater than the Son of Heaven, right? Uncle Huang loves me so much, he will definitely help me, right?

I don't want the breeze to be so miserable! I want my master! Give it back to me!

So, I asked Qingfeng in my dream, I'm going to beg Uncle Huang, okay?

He didn't speak. That silence...... I don't understand, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't be able to help, I'm afraid that the original breeze won't come back.

After a long, long time, he picked me up again and whispered, "Let's go back." ”

Get back...... Waiting for the eyes full of anticipation to slowly dim again?

The breeze hides emotions where I can't see and takes me away. As he left, a sneer came from the room behind him.

I could feel that Qingfeng's body stiffened for a moment, and it was very well concealed, and his voice was soft: "I saw buns on the way here, shall we eat that later?"

I squeezed out a smile desperately: "Okay! I like to eat steamed buns the most!"

That kind of stuff, I've always found it hard to swallow. But I know that the silver taels that Light Wind carried on his body, and the property that belongs to Light Wind Palace in this vicinity, are gone. A basket of buns for five cents is enough for two cages for three people.

The breeze was stunned, looked at me, and smiled. The smile is so distressed, and self-blame, there is more. This smile is the same smile as when I asked Hao Xuan to accompany me two days later, and exchanged the jade pendant that my father gave me for a few hundred taels of gold, exchanged it for a few hundred taels of silver, and then gave it to him.

I also dreamed of being in the prison, following the jailer, the breeze paused and a hint of hesitation flashed in my eyes. He clenched his fists, and when he took a few more steps to see Ran Tingtong, he returned to his usual calm and light manner.

It was in disarray, and its tattered clothes were stained with blood and mud so that it was impossible to see the original color. But when he saw us, he smiled slightly as usual: "The palace master is here, and the little prince is also here?"

"Hao Xue slept late, so I didn't wake him up. "In a calm voice, the breeze said a lie that I could debunk.

Ran Tingtong didn't have any doubts: "Haoxuan is still young, and he always has to rest more." The little prince is too, he is only eight years old, what are you bringing him here for?"

I remember telling him that I was not young, that I was many months older than Haoxuan.

Ran Tingtong laughed and touched the wound, but he didn't care and said that it was okay, it was fine, anyway, there were not many days. Then, he said to me: "Yes, the little prince is not small, you will be the prince in the future, you are very powerful." He stretched out his hand to touch my hair as before, and stopped abruptly when he was about to touch it, probably for fear of soiling my hair.

Qingfeng suddenly said in the back, I don't dare to let Hao Xuan come to see you, you just treat him as Hao Xu, they are both about the same age.

Ran Tingtong seemed to be still hesitating, but he was reluctant to withdraw his hand raised in mid-air.

I leaned together with him and learned to call him Master Hao. He smiled, reached out and gently touched my hair, and saw that he didn't hate the smell of his body, so he was relieved. I knew I wasn't learning like Vast at all, but he laughed heartily, and the breeze laughed softly.

Ran Tingtong's hands used to be so beautiful, but now they are mud and blood, and his nails are broken—his hands are used to play the piano, and his nails have been trimmed very neatly. It's terrible, my nails are broken, my flesh is turned up, and it hurts me to see it.

Probably stained my face, right?, he quickly wiped it with the back of his hand, and kept apologizing in his mouth. With guilt in his eyes, he wanted to withdraw his hand.

I took his hand, used my sleeve to wipe the mud off his hands, and told him with a smile, "It's clean now, right?"

Ran Tingtong stretched out her arm with great effort, hugged me gently, and looked at me carefully. I started laughing and said that I look like a porcelain doll like Haoxu, and I must be a big beauty when I grow up. I corrected him and said that I wanted to be a gentleman like the breeze, and I was very serious. He smiled even more happily, and said yes in a loud voice, saying that he would be the one who followed the breeze next to me in the future.

I said, "Okay, I will never be separated from Haoxuan." If anyone dares to bully Haoxuan, I will definitely protect him. ”

He laughed again, laughed and laughed and he cried, grabbed my hand very hard, and looked at me greedily.

I was so frightened by him that I couldn't break free, and I looked back at the breeze, only to see him wiping tears with his back to me.

He...... Crying?

Once again, I forgot everything, and everything froze in that moment.

In the end, Ran Tingtong knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the breeze, especially hard, and the kowtow was endless, and there was blood on his forehead, until he was desperately pulled by the breeze.

I'm particularly strange, the strength of the breeze is very strong, but Ran Tingtong can't lift it. Why can't the breeze hold Ran Tingtong? I asked them, but they ignored me, but kept saying something else that I didn't understand. Keep talking, keep talking, I want to finish the words of the rest of my life, until the jailer forcibly kicks us out.

When he walked to the door, the breeze raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, and he punched the wall, and a deep pit was sunken in the wall, and his fist was also covered with blood. His left hand was clenched into a fist, his nails sinking into the flesh, and blood was dripping down his fingers.

What's going on? What's going on? What's going on? Why do I suddenly don't understand anything? I think...... Get back. I want to wake up, I think it must be a dream, I'll wake up soon.

After waking up, you can also listen to the piano in Ran Tingtong's arms, ride a horse with the breeze with Haoxuan, and catch crickets with Stardust. You can also invite them back to the Qi Palace...... Yes, you promised me to go to Bianliang to play together, but you haven't gone yet.

I tugged at the breeze's sleeve and asked over and over again, "It's a dream, isn't it? We're about to wake up, aren't we? Uncle Hitomi will always be with us, right?"

Asked and asked, until he suddenly fell to his knees, this time in front of me, his eyes at mine level.

He squeezed my shoulders with both hands and kept apologizing to me like crazy, saying that he couldn't bear to let Hao Xuan see this scene and wronged me.

It's just a dream, why is it so real?

The shoulder was scratched and hurt, and the tears that fell on the palm of the hand were cold...... In dreams, will it be so real?

I was so confused, and the breeze slowly let go of my hand, wanting to continue to apologize, but I felt that "apology" was too pale.

"Master, I'm so tired and want to sleep, can you take me home?"

That's probably the last sentence in my dream, right?