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The remaining half of the chestnut cake in his hand fell into the water because of the shaking of his hand. Zhao Qingyan watched as Yu Zhitong quickly finished the cake. His eyes were somewhat blurry, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he forced a smile, "Thirteenth Uncle, you said my dream is scary?"

A teary smile appeared on Zhao Qingyan's lips. "Thirteenth Uncle, I feel sorry for you." I couldn't imagine how Qingfeng had let go of his pride and dignity, kneeling down to Bao Zheng, the guards, so many people, begging them to find out what the case was, begging not to beat up Ran Shu Tong. The prison warden had been sick all year round, so he couldn't withstand the beatings and was beaten until he spat out a mouthful of blood. The guard told him to kneel down and beg for mercy. He smiled and said he would die no matter what. It didn't matter how many times he got hit. "I'll kneel for him, stop hitting him," said Qingfeng. His voice was low and calm, and even now I wondered if I had heard what he had said. But it was as if I could hear the sound of blood — Do you believe it, Thirteenth Uncle? I really heard the sound of blood.

"It was difficult to have a home, wasn't it? Again and again, how cruel is that? "

Zhao Qingyan stayed silent for a while and then laughed, "Ran Tingxiao and Qingfeng both told me to not hate Bao Zheng because of this and not try to avenge him. However, he was afraid that I might be too young and ignorant and have done something wrong. However, I was afraid that my life would be stained with blood because of them. If I'd met Tang Xiao earlier, I would've known better. I know better.

"I don't have to insist on Qingfeng's request. I just need to give myself and Hao a reply. "My hands are already stained with blood, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Mo'er …."

Zhao Qingyan let out a light breath. "Am I wrong?"

Duke Huan shook his head, "The world is unpredictable. Where does right and wrong come from?" She reached out to grab one of his hands and whispered, "Don't think too much." His hands were very cold, and he could not feel any sort of heat. The heat from Prince Huan's hands could not be transmitted at all.

Zhao Qingyan shifted her gaze to him and asked, "Uncle Thirteen won't be angry, right?"

Duke Huan laughed, "Are you angry? Why should I be angry? It's good to see you lose your temper, but I'm worried that you're holding yourself back. "

Zhao Qingyan lamented, "Every time I try so hard to forget a memory, it becomes an inescapable nightmare, reappearing again and again, forcing you to remember it forever in your heart, and then appearing more clearly in your dreams. Fear and hatred could drive a person insane more than anything else. Hatred was probably the result of his fear as well? Because there's nothing I can do in my dreams, or because I hate myself for being powerless, I hate those people and things that make me suffer when I wake up. "

Prince Huan caressed his hair with his other hand, "Mo'er, Ran Tong Xuan and Ran Shu Tong are no longer here. I am still here. Don't force yourself to bear the burden. I will accompany you forever."

Zhao Qingyan said, "I hope so."

Prince Huan countered, "You don't believe me?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "It's not that you don't believe me, it's just that the promise to 'always' is too long in the future."

"Long time?" Prince Huan laughed, "Then what promise did Ran Tong Xuan and Jiang Wuyan give you? Eternal life? Desiccated sea stone? "

Zhao Qingyan ignored his joke. "They are friends. You are my Uncle Wang."

Duke Huan was stunned for a moment. "What's the difference?"

Zhao Qingyan hugged Xiao tightly, "You belong to the imperial government. I might be more interested in the martial arts world."

Duke Huan shrugged and said, "It's practically not an answer."

Zhao Qingyan thought for a while and suddenly laughed, "For example, if Jiang Wuyan gets married, or if a son is born even further away, I will happily go and congratulate him. If you marry and give birth to children, I will feel very depressed. In the future, my Thirteenth Uncle will be sent away by someone. He has his own family, so he won't be my own uncle anymore. How to describe it? Family and friends aren't the same, are they? "

Prince Huan gave a smile that was not a smile, "When someone was this old, he would always want to be friends with me. He just called me by my name." He reached out his hand and showed the figure of a six or seven year old child.

Zhao Qingyan smiled and said, "Yes, it seems like something like this happened."

Duke Huan snorted, "It's not that, it's just that this happened. You were seven years old and I was sixteen, right? Because of this matter, I was even scolded by Fourth Brother. I copied "Lissy" twenty times! Look, what do you mean by 'biological father' and what do you mean by 'cousin'? Have you ever seen someone punish his younger brother for copying books, not giving him food or water, and then blaming himself on his own son for not being willing to even say a word? I made an appointment with someone to sail the ocean that day! "

Zhao Qingyan giggled, "I'm just helping you escape this calamity. If you were to go to the cruise liner, I'm sure you would have forgotten about your assignment. Then wouldn't it be even worse if Royal Father found out?"

Duke Huan said snappily, "Look at you, you're still so confident." Seeing that he was still holding onto that Xiao he asked, "Is this the one I gave you a few years ago?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded, "Mm, I picked it up when I was coming out today, so I didn't ask Jin'er to bring it back. What? Are you still planning to see if I'm broken? "

Duke Huan stretched out his hand and said, "Come, let me have a look. This is the Xiao family that I once cherished, I gave you my heartache for three or four nights and did not sleep. "Let me tell you, if you damage it, I won't forgive you. This is a jade that was offered 10 years ago. I had to pick a craftsman for a long time before he could help me make it. This Xiao …"

Zhao Qingyan smiled and interrupted, "That's enough. Thirteenth Uncle, why are you so long-winded all of a sudden? I thought that Tears of Blood came out of my mouth all of a sudden." Look, it's definitely not damaged. " He lifted up his cloak and handed Xiao Yan over to him.

When Prince Huan heard his words, his eyebrows twitched. "Don't talk about that fellow with me."

Zhao Qingyan was surprised for a moment, then happily smiled and said: "You went to find him again? Thirteenth Uncle, you are usually unrivaled due to your cleverness. How come you became so stupid when you met tears of blood? It's been a long time, hahaha. "

Prince Huan looked at his exaggerated smile and said with a stern face, "Why are you talking to your elders?"

Zhao Qingyan dragged his tone and said, "I'm seeking truth from the facts. I'm not wrong." The voice became lazy and soggy, almost no different from the voice of the Blood and Tears, and the tone was that of the Blood and Tears.

When Zhao Qingyan heard this, he chuckled and suddenly frowned. He held his head and humphed, "I didn't sleep well. It's starting to hurt again. Trouble."

Prince Huan said, "I told you to go back to your room out of fear. Now you're starting to have a headache, aren't you?"

Zhao Qingyan rubbed his head in dissatisfaction and said, "Every day I stay in my room. If I don't go out before being grounded, won't I be bored to death if I don't go out? If I don't go back, I'm going to lie here. "

Duke Huan looked at him helplessly, "Up to you. The one who hurts is you and not me. When you have a headache, don't tell Fourth Brother that I'm the one who's giving you a headache."

Zhao Qingyan nodded and said tiredly, "Thirteenth Uncle, I haven't heard you play the flute in a long time. Can you play a song for me?"

Prince Huan said, "Sure, what song are you listening to?"

Zhao Qingyan covered his mouth and yawned, saying, "Up to you."

Zhao Qingyan looked at his back with a smile. There was a trace of a sigh in her eyes.

Thirteenth Uncle, you are still a descendant of the Zhao Clan. The prince of the Great Song Dynasty will always belong to the imperial government. Me, it's not the same. This is enough, why be more of a burden to you?

He gently closed his eyes and listened to the sorrowful sounds that he hadn't heard in a long time.

After the half melody was over, King Huan's heart had also completely calmed down. Xiao Long was relaxed. His years in the inner court had eased his impetuosity a lot.

It had been a few years since he touched Xiao Xiao. Ever since he had taken over the inner palace, he no longer had the carefree and unrestrained attitude of a young man. He was unbridled and uninhibited, galloping around everywhere instead of riding his horse at full speed. Once upon a time, he was also independent in his green robe and roamed the world alone. He also sang poems to make the moon and look down on the river. He also played the zither and played the flute. He also slept lazily. He had never wanted the Imperial Court to restrict his freedom, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He had lost his mother when he was young. Ever since his father died at the age of nine, he had no mother to rely on. It was Ren Zong who brought him into the palace. Even though he was only a reading partner of a prince, Ren Zong had never treated him badly. When he was a few years older, he even conferred him the title of a prince. Apart from some gossip behind his back, he had always walked around the palace as a prince. The three 'brothers' were too old for him, and there was no one else in the palace other than Zhao Shu and Crown Prince Xin. He was carefree and carefree, but he was also extremely lonely.

He was clearly about the same age, but his two nephews were always respectful to him and obedient to him. That would be the true heir, and that would be the actions of the heir. Every time he finished his request and ran out to play, he would suddenly feel lonely and throw rocks by the lake, he would laugh at himself.

Two years later, he saw his little nephew for the first time. Two more years later, his little nephew stayed in the palace. He went to find his six-year-old nephew with the mindset of being able to cultivate a playmate. Then, he picked him up when he wasn't looking. The nephew looked at him with wide eyes and a face full of fear. When he thought that the child would cry in fear, Zhao Qingyan, who was like a porcelain doll, called him "Uncle Wang". Then he … He accidentally threw his nephew onto the ground.

There were thick blankets on the ground, but they would still hurt the child. Therefore, when Prince Huan turned around and saw his nephew's parents, his fourth brother and fourth wife, standing behind him, he was so frightened that he immediately apologized. In the end, she saw Qi Wangfei bend over with a smile to pick up her son, who was sitting blankly on the ground, then put him back into her arms, "Your Fourth Bro always said you want a child to play with. Take it away, if he's tired then carry it back.

"Play …" Take away... Prince Huan was simply dumbfounded by his Fourth Sister-in-Law. But after that, he had a memento and a satisfactory playmate.

"I don't have the qualifications to continue playing around happily. I must use my current efforts to repay Imperial Brother and maintain my identity as a 'prince'. But you are different. I don't want you to be like me, unable to keep what you loved most, famous, but not what I wanted. "I will do my best to protect you from the conflict between the imperial court and the people of the human heart." Prince Huan caressed the jade flute, his eyes filled with reminiscence as he silently prayed in his heart.