The remaining half of the chestnut cake in his hand fell into the water due to the trembling of his hand. Zhao Qingyan watched the fish scramble to eat the chestnut cake quickly, his eyes were a little blurred, the corners of his mouth moved, and he barely sketched a smile: "Uncle Thirteen, do you say that my dream is terrible?"

King Huan looked at his distressing smile, a dull pain in his chest, and whispered, "You don't want to be like this." ”

Zhao Qingyan had a crying smile on the corner of her lips: "Uncle Thirteen, I feel distressed." I can't imagine how Qingfeng let go of his arrogant dignity, knelt down to Bao Zheng, to the jailers, to so many people, pleaded with them to investigate the case, and begged not to beat Ran Tingtong. Ran Tingtong's perennially sick and weak body couldn't resist the beating of the jailer at all, and he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood. The jailer said to let him kneel down and beg for mercy, and he smiled and said that he was going to die anyway, and it didn't matter how many beatings he received. The breeze said, 'I'll kneel for him, don't fight.'" The voice was low and calm, and even I still suspect that I didn't hear what he said. But I seemed to hear the sound of blood—Uncle Thirteen, do you believe it? I really heard the sound of blood.

The voice stopped abruptly, and then there was an almost crazy laugh: "Hahahahaha, do you know? Do you know how proud a light breeze is? He is a man who would rather die than say a soft word, a man who can sneer proudly with his skin and sword open." But it knelt down to such a little jailer, why? Why? I hate the surname Bao to death, he killed such a kind Ran Tingtong, he forced the breeze to kneel, and he hurt the relatives that he had so hard to have. Shouldn't he die? Shouldn't I hate him?

Until he died, Ran Tingtong was still telling me not to cry, because the wind is strong and my eyes will hurt. is still asking Qingfeng to take care of Haoxuan, and is saying not to let Ran Haoxuan have the same past as he does not want to look back. He smiled the moment the guillotine fell, saying 'thank you' to the breeze. What is he thanking for? Xie Qingfeng has given him a home...... But what about the vast home?"

"It's not easy to have a home, isn't it? How cruel is it to be deprived again and again?"

Zhao Qingyan was silent for a while, and smiled lightly: "Ran heard that Tong and Qingfeng both said, let me not hate Bao Zheng because of this, and don't try to avenge him." However, I am afraid that I am young and ignorant and have done something wrong. Left, however, I'm afraid that my life will be stained with undeserved blood because of them. If I had met Tang Xiaoyu earlier, and understood the truth that people are good and are bullied, why would this be the case?"

"I don't have to insist on the breeze anymore, I just need an answer for myself and Haoxuan. Anyway, my hands are already covered in blood, so what's so scary?"

"Mo'er ......"

Zhao Qingyan exhaled lightly: "Am I wrong?"

King Huan shook his head: "The world is impermanent, how can it be right or wrong?" reached out and grabbed one of his hands, and said softly: "Don't think about it." His hands were so cold that he couldn't feel any temperature, and the heat on King Huan's hands couldn't be transmitted at all.

Zhao Qingyan turned his eyes to look at him and asked, "Uncle Thirteen won't be angry, right?"

King Huan smiled: "Why should I be angry? It doesn't matter if I see you lose your temper, I'm always worried that you will hold yourself out of your illness." ”

Zhao Qingyan sighed abruptly: "Every time the memory I desperately want to forget becomes a nightmare that I can't get rid of, it reappears again and again, forcing you to remember it forever in your heart, and then it will be clearer when it appears in the dream." Fear and hatred, more than anything else, drive people crazy. Hatred is probably also the result of fear, because I am helpless in my dreams, or I hate myself who is powerless, so I hate the people and things that make me miserable so much when I am awake. ”

King Huan touched his hair with his other hand: "Mo'er, Ran Tongxuan and Ran Tingtong are gone, I'm still here, don't force yourself to bear it alone, I will always be with you." ”

Zhao Qing said: "I hope." ”

King Huan asked rhetorically, "You don't believe it?"

Zhao Qing said: "It's not that I don't believe it, it's that the promise of 'always' is too long." ”

"Long ago?" King Huan smiled, "Then what promise did Ran Tongxuan and Jiang Wuyan give you?

Zhao Qingyan ignored his joke: "They are friends, you are my Uncle Wang." ”

King Huan was stunned for a moment: "What's the difference?"

Zhao Qingyan hugged Xiao in his arms tighter: "You belong to the imperial court, I may yearn for the rivers and lakes more." ”

King Huan shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's hardly an answer." ”

Zhao Qingyan thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "For example, if Jiang Wuyan gets married, or gives birth to a son when he is further away, I will happily go to him to say hello." If you get married and have children, I will be very depressed and think that my thirteenth uncle will be separated in the future, and he will not be my own uncle if he has his own family. How do you describe it? Relatives and friends are different, right?"

King Huan seemed to smile: "When someone is so old, he clamoves to be friends with me every day, and calls me by my name." He gestured to the size of a six- or seven-year-old child.

Zhao Qingyan smiled: "Well, there seems to be such a thing." ”

King Huan snorted: "It's not like, it's just this." You were seven years old that year, and I was sixteen, right? Because of this, I was scolded by my fourth brother and copied "Lisao" 20 times! Look, what is a father and what is a cousin? Have you ever seen a person who punished his younger brother for copying books, denied food or water, and then blamed his son and was reluctant to say a word? I made an appointment with someone to visit the flower boat that day!

Zhao Qingyan grinned and said: "I'm here to help you escape, if you go to the flower boat, the homework assigned by Mr. will definitely be forgotten, so isn't it worse to be discovered by your father?"

King Huan said angrily: "Look at you, you are still so arrogant." Seeing that he was still holding that Xiao, he asked, "Is this the one I gave you a few years ago?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded: "Well, I took it when I came out today, and I didn't let Jin'er bring it back." What's the matter? Are you going to see if I've broken it?"

King Huan stretched out his hand and said, "Come, show it to me." This is my super baby Xiao back then, and I didn't sleep for three or four nights when I was distressed by you. I'll tell you, I can't spare you if I break it, this is the jade that was paid ten years ago, and I picked a craftsman for a long time before I was relieved to let him do it for me, this Xiao ......"

Zhao Qingyan interrupted with a smile: "Okay, Uncle Thirteen, why are you suddenly so verbose, and you came so coldly, I thought that blood and tears ran out." Look, there's absolutely no damage. He lifted the big sword and handed Xiao into his hands.

King Huan's eyebrows jumped when he heard his words: "Don't mention that guy to me." ”

Zhao Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled happily: "Are you going to look for him again?" Uncle Thirteen, you are usually smart and invincible, how can you become stupid when you meet blood and tears? ”

King Huan looked at his exaggerated smile and reprimanded with a straight face, "How can you talk to the elders?"

Zhao Qingyan pulled his voice and said: "I'm seeking truth from facts, I'm not wrong." The voice became lazy and sandy, almost indistinguishable from the voice of blood and tears, and the tone was also the tone of blood and tears.

King Huan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Your move is really a big trick that is infuriating." ”

Zhao Qingyan chuckled when he heard this, but suddenly frowned, reached out to hold his head, and snorted twice: "I didn't sleep well, I started to hurt again, trouble." ”

King Huan said: "I said that you were timid and let you go back to the house, you are starting to have a headache again, aren't you?"

Zhao Qingyan rubbed his head and said dissatisfiedly: "I stay in the house every day, and I won't be allowed to go out until I am grounded, so I can't be bored to death if I am grounded? ”

King Huan looked at him helplessly: "Whatever you want, it's you who hurts, not me, don't tell the fourth brother that I give you a headache." ”

Zhao Qingyan nodded, and said a little tiredly: "Uncle Thirteen, I haven't heard you blow the flute for a long time, play a song for me?"

King Huan said, "Okay, what tunes are you listening to?"

Zhao Qingyan covered his mouth and yawned, and said, "Whatever." ”

King Huan stood up and tried his voice, and the sound sounded faintly, whimpering on the surface of the lake. The rippling water of the lake, long and quiet, covers up the sadness of Xiao Sheng's excessive sadness, and it sounds reassuring.

Zhao Qingyan looked at his back with a smile, and there was a little more sigh in his eyes.

Thirteenth uncle, after all, you are still the descendant of the Zhao family, the prince of the Great Song Dynasty, and you will always belong to the imperial court. Me, it's different. That's enough, so why be more of a drag on you?

Gently close your eyes and listen to the long-lost voice.

Half of the song has passed, and King Huan's heart has completely calmed down. Xiao Sheng is leisurely, and the impetuousness that has been busy in Ouchi for many years has also been reduced a lot.

I haven't touched Xiao for a few years, right? Since taking over Ouchi, I have also said goodbye to the chic and uninhibited of my youth, running in all directions instead of galloping on horseback. Once upon a time, he was also independent and went to the end of the world alone, he also recited poems and the moon, overlooking the rivers, and he also stroked the piano and played the flute, lazy and shallow sleep. He never wanted the court to let the identity of the prince limit his freedom, but he couldn't do anything.

He lost his mother since he was a child, and since his father died when he was nine years old, he has no mother to rely on, and after his brother carved up and robbed him, he couldn't even have a place to live. It was Renzong who brought him into the palace, even if it was just as a companion of the prince, but Renzong never treated him badly, and even treated him a few years older and named him a prince. Except for some gossip behind him, he has always walked in the palace as a prince. The three "brothers" are too old for him, and there is no one else in the palace except Zhao Shu and Xinwang Shizi, he has no worries about food and clothing, and is happy, but he is lonely to death.

He is the same age as Ming Ming, but his two nephews will always be respectful to him and obedient to his husband. That is the emperor's heir, and that should be the emperor's heir's deeds. Whenever he ran out to play early after completing his husband's request, he suddenly felt lonely and threw pebbles by the lake, he would laugh at himself like this.

Two years later he saw his little nephew for the first time, and two years later his little nephew lived in the palace. With the intention of raising a playmate, he went to his six-year-old nephew and picked him up while he was unprepared. The little nephew looked at him with wide eyes, his face full of fright, and then when he thought that the child would be scared and cried and panicked, Zhao Qingyan, who was like a porcelain doll, called him "Uncle Wang" crisply. And then he ...... He threw his little nephew to the ground.

There is a thick blanket on the ground, but it still hurts the child. Therefore, when King Huan turned around and saw his nephew's parents, that is, his fourth brother and sister-in-law, standing behind him, he was so frightened that he apologized repeatedly. As a result, I saw Princess Qi leaning over with a smile on her face and picking up her son who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and then stuffed it back into her arms, saying, "Your fourth brother has always said that you want a child to play with, take it away, if he is sleepy, it will be good to bring it back."

"Play...... Take...... King Huan was simply dumbfounded by his fourth sister-in-law. But after that, he had a memory and a happy playmate.

"Mo'er?" After a few songs, King Huan turned to look at Zhao Qingyan, only to find that he had fallen asleep. Zhao Qingyan curled up in the big haze, sleeping quietly, his overly pale face was almost transparent, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he was obviously unhappy, but when he was awake, he kept smiling, I don't know how much of his smile came from the bottom of his heart besides his sentence "You don't have to put on a smiling face in front of you". King Hwan sighed softly, touched his cold cheek with his fingers, took off his robe and draped it over him, and sat down to taste the pastry.

"I am not qualified to live happily all the time, I must repay the royal brother with my current efforts to maintain my identity as a 'prince'. But you're different. I don't want you to be like me, unable to keep the things you once loved, to be famous, but not what I wanted. Do my best to protect you, and keep you away from the strife of the court and the hearts of the people. King Huan caressed the jade flute, his eyes were full of the tenderness of memory, and he prayed silently in the bottom of his heart.