In the blink of an eye, from midsummer to late autumn, the heat has turned into sadness.

The little prince of Qi, who has reached the crown, is no different from before, still hugging the warm fur and curling up in the rattan chair, the long hair like thick ink splashing is scattered on the light blue clothes, the slightly pale face is still clear and soft, the excessively long eyelashes hide all the thoughts in the depths of the eyes, and the thin lips that want to speak are still the color of blood loss. Lazy and leisurely, with no quarrel with the world.

Ran Haoxuan also sat upright by the window of the study as usual, holding a volume of miscellaneous conversations from his predecessors and reading with his eyes down, quiet as a sculpture. The sun shines through the window paper on his face, Qingjun's face looks pale and quiet, his long hair is meticulously tied, and his snow-white robe is neat and tidy, which is obviously two extremes with Zhao Qingyan.

Jiang Wuyan, who had added a short coat, was lying casually on the opposite side of the desk in the place where guests usually sat down, with a plate of crystal clear grapes in his hand. He took the grapes in his left hand and kept them in his mouth, and in his right hand he grabbed a folk novel about ghosts and watched with relish. Every time he turned the page, he could nimble his fingers over the page, without hindering him from deliberately freeing up one hand to take the grapes and eat them.

The three of them stayed in the study for two or three hours, during which there was no loud noise except for Jin'er who came in to change tea and eat a few times. Ran Haoxuan had already flipped through the three books in his hand and read them two or three times, and Jiang Wuyan had also read the more than twenty books he had bought to pass the time. Zhao Qingyan hung himself on the rattan chair brought by the desk as if he were drying his clothes, and he was assembling half a swallow-shaped trap beast in his hand.

Three big living people, these three hours were stunned and didn't say a word. People who are familiar with Zhao Qingyan may not be surprised, but if they come over with a few people who are not familiar with him, they will have to be suffocated by Zhao Qingyan.

The most important thing that Qi Xiaowang did was to be in a daze. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, early morning and dusk, the study pavilion, no matter the time or place, Zhao Qingyan was in a daze. Zhao Qingyan doesn't feel much, and in recent years, he has had a break of two to three hours, but he will take a nap from time to time.

Zhao Qingyan has not liked to talk much since he was a child, and his physical inconvenience made his temperament quieter. Only a person like Ran Haoyan, who is indifferent by nature and cherishes words like gold, can stay by Zhao Qingyan's side. Even the personal maids who had served him for many years were eager to stay away from him.

When he woke up in the morning, washed and changed his clothes under the service of the maid, and had breakfast, Zhao Qingyan would read a book in the shade of the trees by the lake or in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. It's called reading a book, but in fact he is in a daze, and most of the time he will keep the same action without turning the pages. After a few hours of stupe, he curled up in the boat on the lake and took a nap, then returned to his study. Eat a few pieces of dim sum, drink a few bowls of tea, practice calligraphy, draw a few paintings, copy a few favorite poems, play a few games of chess, read books, and make fragrances.

Occasionally, when I feel good, I take out a certain musical instrument and sit in a wheelchair, or lean against a tree, play leisurely against the lake, and hum a few words in a low voice. Or make an appointment with Lu Wei to come to the house, sit in the pavilion in the middle of the lake to feed the fish, watch the fish snatch the food, smile softly, and say a few words of gossip that have no purpose. Go to the kitchen and cook two small dishes by yourself, sit casually somewhere, a knife, a piece of wood, you can carve for a few hours. Even a handful of withered grass, he can often make up all kinds of interesting things, and then pat his clothes and stand up, smiling indifferently and letting the maid divide these gadgets.

Every other day, he went to the palace to perform his duties as a privy deputy envoy, went to the bamboo garden to recuperate every once in a while, rode a horse every once in a while, took Ran Haoxuan out of the house to play around, went to see his master by the way, and went to the teahouse he frequented every once in a while to order tea and snacks, and looked at the people who came and went with a light smile.

This is the little prince of Qi. Qi Xiaowang is a quiet, lazy and uninhibited medicine jar, he has his fierceness, his thinking, and his arrogance and indifference. But in general, in the eyes of everyone, the little prince is a quiet and docile, gentle and kind person who has no quarrels and no desires.

Jiang Wuyan also thought so, or rather, he knew that such a Zhao Qingyan was a normal Zhao Qingyan. In the past few months, he has been too irritable and panicked, frequently exposing his weaknesses and losing his cool. Suspicion, insecurity, fear, anger, and calculation were intertwined into his nightmares. Zhao Qingyan has become less like Zhao Qingyan.

Jiang Wuyan can see it, Ran Haoxuan can see it, Lu Wei can see it, and blood and tears can also see it. These insiders have seen it thoroughly, but they can't persuade it.

Now that Zhao Qingyan has finally returned to normal, Jiang Wuyan and Ran Haoyan are undoubtedly secretly relieved.

"Young master, the East Palace has sent something. Pell walked in with a wooden box and broke the silence.

"Donggong?" Zhao Qingyan put aside the half-installed mechanical swallow in his hand, and asked a little strangely casually: "What is inside?"

Pei'er put the box in front of Zhao Qingyan: "I don't know, I didn't say anything when I sent it, I just said that I would hand it over to the young master directly." "An ordinary box, the size of two palms, is nothing special.

Zhao Qingyan nodded and said, "I know, you go out first." Reaching out to open the box, he was slightly stunned.

A few inconspicuous sticks as brown and bearded as ginseng, plus a light yellow pit placed inside, and there was nothing else.

Ran Haoyu saw that Zhao Qingyan's face was wrong, and asked out loud, "What's inside?"

Zhao Qingyan took out a pen from the pen holder and turned it upside down and poked a few things in the box: "A few angelicas, the one left...... It should be a pear pit, right?"

Ran Hao was puzzled: "What does this mean?"

Zhao Qingyan continued to flip through the contents of the box with a face that was a little careless: "You try to guess?"

Ran Haoxuan frowned lightly, and said in a deep voice: "The pear core clears heat, the angelica is warm, and now that it is autumn, the pear is probably useless." Angelica can relieve headaches, but the effect is not obvious, and it is not suitable for young masters. When these two herbs are put together, they have no special effect, but they should not be poisonous......"

Zhao Qingyan smiled slightly in his eyes: "That's right, but you guessed the wrong direction at the beginning." The vastness, the pear core, is also the heart of the pear. Pear heart, centrifugal, how can the imperial brother not see that I have been born and left the heart? If I guessed correctly, it is ......" The pen barrel tapped above the pear core, and then pointed at Angelica.

Ran Hao suddenly said: "Centrifugation, angelica." ”

Zhao Qingyan lowered his eyes and sighed lightly: "Angelica, Angelica...... I guess I should be relieved, too. In the past six months, it has really been like a year. ”

Ran Haoxuan watched silently, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his stiff expression softened a little. The book in his hand fell to the ground as his fingers relaxed, but Ran Haoxuan didn't notice it, just looked at Zhao Qingyan blankly. Five months of hardship and pain, step by step, tormented not only Zhao Qingyan, but also Ran Haoxuan. What Ran Haoxuan endured may be even worse.

"It's over?" Jiang Wuyan put down the book, stood up and moved his body, then walked to the table, reached out and picked up the box and shook it a few times, "Are you sure you're not wrong?"

Zhao Qingyan spread his hands: "That's not accurate." His pale face betrayed his fluctuating emotions under this pretended calm.

Jiang Wuyan looked at him, then at Ran Haoxuan, and smiled slightly: "Congratulations." ”

Zhao Qingyan pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh, his chest was stuffy, but he couldn't even squeeze out a smile, so he lay directly on the table and covered his face. Half of the swallow that was finally spelled out fell to the ground and fell into several pieces.

Jiang Wuyan was stunned, and called softly: "Yunmo ......"

Zhao Qingyan said in a sullen voice: "Don't speak, let me slow down." The voice was still a little shaky even though it could be suppressed.

Jiang Wuyan swallowed back what he wanted to say, and half-turned to look at Ran Haoxuan, who was struggling with his eyes: "You can go out first, I'm here." ”

Ran Haoxuan coughed lightly twice, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm sorry for you." "Running away, getting up and pushing the door to leave, a rare gaffe.

Jiang Wuyan looked at Ran Hao's embarrassed back, sighed secretly, and walked over to close the open door. He didn't walk back, just stood by the door, looking at Zhao Qingyan who was trying to restrain his emotions from a distance, with a little sigh and comfort in his eyes.

Jiang Wuyan is more than ten years older than Zhao Qingyan, ten years ago he was similar to Zhao Qingyan, and Zhao Qingyan was still a child. The first time I walked into the Light Breeze Palace, I was really shocked when I saw the three children. The same delicate looks, the same neat outfit, the same well-behaved and quiet. The only difference is temperament. Ran Tongxuan's son is more of Ran Tingtong's warmth and modesty, but Ran Haoxuan has Ran Tongxuan's arrogance and indifference. And the child, who sat under the tree and looked up at the sky through the gap between the leaves, felt only sadness and cowardice at a glance. Blind concession, humility and timidity.

After Ran Tongxuan's introduction, I learned that the child he didn't know was the child who stood in the Jianghu Pavilion a few months ago in the dead corpses on the ground, and there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, the only son of King Qi.

In the next few months of life, Jiang Wuyan clearly saw the deeper things in Zhao Qingyan and Ran Haoxuan - withdrawn, sensitive, forbearant and crazy.

one is mad because of the shocking bloodstains of West Lake;

One is crazy because the master is unexplained and wronged.

At that time, Jiang Wuyan was just a mediocre young master in Misty Butterfly Town, but while recuperating from his injuries in the Light Wind Palace, he often saw Ran Tongxuan silently looking at the three children in the distance. A few months later, when his injuries were healed, Jiang Wuyan stood behind Ran Tongxuan, watching the children in the distance under the shade of the tree with him. They're really sensible.

In children, the so-called sensibility is a kind of sadness. Only parents who are unable to give their children support and shelter have to make their children "sensible". King Qi didn't come to see his lonely and helpless son, and Ran Tongxuan didn't stop Ran Haoxuan's practice of nearing self-harm. Ran Tongxuan looked silently from a distance, and King Qi must have been worried about his son from afar.

Jiang Wuyan didn't understand why they let two children so young face such fears alone.

They have learned to heal themselves, so they can survive, what if they fail? Jiang Wuyan didn't dare to imagine.

Zhao Qingyan used a daze to fill the hole in his heart.

Ran Haoxuan used sword training to resist the fear in his heart.

Ten years is like a day.

Zhao Qingyan is not as calm as he seems, and Ran Haoxuan is not as strong as he seems. They're just making up for each other's flaws to maintain that pitiful disguise. Regardless of the collapse of either side, the other will expose his true weakness along with him.

Jiang Wuyan watched them grow up, and he understood very well how big the wound in the hearts of the two of them was, so big that they would devour themselves if they were not careful.