Suddenly awakened by some strange noise, Leng Yiqing opened his eyes and found that the sky outside had brightened.

He got up and pushed the door out, only to see Shiyu practicing in the courtyard outside.

In fact, Leng Yi knew early in the morning that since Han Bing left, Shiyu had to come to this courtyard to practice almost every day.

Even though the whole family has moved into the palace, Seok still returns here every day. Maybe this stubborn kid thinks that this way he can let Han Bing see him.

It's almost March now, and the weather is mild.

Shiyu was wearing only a white single coat with a slightly open neckline, and strings of sweat could be seen running down his neck.

Although Leng Yiqing didn't know martial arts, he was very happy to see Shiyu's vigorous posture and the long sword in his hand dancing like flowing water, fast and elegant, and he was also very happy in his heart.

At this time, I saw Shiyu rise up steeply, the long sword in his hand conjured a dazzling light and shadow, and at the same time, his body also flipped in a circle in the air before falling steadily to the ground again.

But the moment he landed, something suddenly threw out of his neck and happened to land in front of Leng Yiqing.

Inadvertently looked down, and Leng Yiqing immediately recognized that it was a jade that Shiyu had carried on his body since he was a child.

So he stepped forward and leaned over to pick it up.

Shiyu also immediately put away the sword, ran over quickly, bowed down and saluted: "Yu'er has seen Daddy!"

Leng Yiqing nodded, and said approvingly: "Yu'er is so diligent, very good!"

"Master, he once taught that practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. Moreover, the master also said that after returning from the Jinmen Pass, he would test my kung fu. Naturally, the child did not dare to be lazy for a moment. ”

Shiyu said as he raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and then casually asked, "Daddy, when will they be able to return to Beijing, Master?"

"It should be next month!"

Leng Yiqing subconsciously stroked the jade in his hand and replied a little absentmindedly.

Shiyu couldn't help blinking his big black eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask: "What about my brother? Will he come back with him?"

Seeing that Leng Yiqing's face suddenly became gloomy, Shiyu immediately remembered that his father did not allow him to call Han Bing "brother" anymore.

So, he hurriedly changed his words: "I mean cold ice...... Brother ......"

It wasn't until this moment that Leng Yiqing suddenly realized that one of his hearts had been aching faintly.

For a while, he didn't know how to tell Shiyu that the person he called his brother would never come back.

He couldn't help but lower his head, looked at the jade in his hand, and was silent for a long time.

Shiyu thought that his father was still angry, so he didn't dare to ask more, and his eyes turned to the jade, and at the same time, he muttered strangely: "It's good, how could the silk thread suddenly break......"

As he spoke, he reached out to take the jade from his father's hand.

Who knows, Leng Yiqing suddenly held the jade high in front of his eyes, stared at it tightly for a long time, and his hand holding the jade has been trembling slightly.

"Yu'er, this jade ...... Where did you get that?"

Shiyu looked at his father with some puzzlement, "This jade is what I have worn on my body since I was a child."

"No! This isn't your original jade! What's going on with the flaws on it?"

Leng Yiqing's eyes stared at the shallow depression near the jade gap without blinking, but a monstrous wave had been set off in his heart!

Before going to Beijing to take the exam, he handed over one of the ancestral pair of jade to Fang Yin, and personally carved the word "gargle" on it, saying that it was the name of their first child.

Later, when the old mother was dying, she told him that after Fang Yin took the letter of divorce, she only said one word, and didn't want anything else, just asked her to leave the jade as a token of divorce.

Now, the jade has been missing with Fang Yin for 20 years, but Leng Yiqing can still clearly remember that the word "gargle" he carved back then was completely in the same position as the depression he saw now.

Why is this so coincidental? How did this depression get there?

Hearing his father ask about the damage on the jade ring, Shiyu couldn't help but bow his head in shame, and said, "I was accidentally robbed from the palace that day, and I have been in a coma since then, and I don't know what happened later.

Brother Han Bing told me that when I was in the underworld, Zheng Yong hit this jade ...... on my neck with his Xuanyin finger."

Leng Yiqing's face suddenly changed, and his voice trembled, "You mean...... That traitor almost killed you?!"

Shiyu's head hung lower, "It was Brother Han Bing who saved me from Zheng Yong's hands." But at that time, it happened that Zheng Yong's Xuanyin finger was blocked by this jade, so I was not injured, but this shallow mark was left on the jade. ”

Leng Yiqing looked at the jade silently, stunned for a long time, and finally sighed deeply and handed it back to Shiyu's hands.

Then, he took Shiyu's hand, walked out of the courtyard where Han Bing used to live, and strolled in the Hui Garden.

At some point, a thin line of rain began to fall in the sky.

Their father and son were walking near the Huxin Pavilion at this moment, so they went into the pavilion together to take shelter from the rain.

Leng Yiqing sat down at the stone table in the pavilion, and unexpectedly raised his eyes to look at the willow forest in the distance.

The willow forest in the rain reveals a different kind of bleakness and misty, like those distant past, like dreams and smoke, but they penetrate into the depths of people's hearts.

At this time, his ears vaguely sounded the voice of Han Bing, which was as clear as a spring flowing and gargling stones: "Father, don't worry, I won't move a single grass or tree in this Hui Garden." When I leave in the future, I will give you an identical Huiyuan.

When the time comes, my father can still sit in this pavilion in the middle of the lake like today, watch the drizzle like sorrow, and enjoy a river of smoke and willows!"

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After returning to the palace, Leng Yiqing came to the Xuande Hall alone and reopened the "List of Fallen Soldiers" that was still quietly placed on the dragon case.

Turning to the last page, he stared at the familiar name for a long time.

Immediately, he picked up the red pen on the side, and after a little muttering, he added a bright red word "cold" in front of the word "cold ice".

Although this young man is not his own son, he has called himself father after all, and no matter what, he can't let him die like this.

Slowly put down the red pen in his hand, Leng Yiqing stared at the name for a long time, a long time, until his eyes gradually moistened......