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Zhao Qingyan raised his head, his eyes were dark, and his voice was clear and bright, without any regrets: "Royal Uncle's wish, the country will be prosperous, the people will be peaceful, and there will be no worries in this prosperous world. As Father wished, there was no war in this world. There was no separation between the Li people and the living. As Teacher wishes … A wanderer can return home, he can be unjustly wronged, he can be reversed, and there is no sadness in the world. "

His voice was always gentle. No matter how much pain and fury he had, it was still only a calm that he could endure. He rarely looked at a person in such a way, and rarely said his thoughts aloud.

His excessive tolerance and gentleness even made people forget that he was also a prince of the Song Dynasty, a prince who walked out of blood and fire. His thin back could bear the world and the people of the Li family; his humble eyes were reflecting the cold and the warm; his well-hidden heart held both the rise and the fall of the country as well as honor and disgrace.

Zhao Qingyan rarely wore the uniform and robe of a python. His clothes were complicated, but they were never imposing. To him, entering the palace to dine was just a banquet for his family. Whether it was a prince or a prince, he did not care.

He truly saw power and fame as nothing. He viewed the prosperity of the world as a joke and talked about it. He treated the sorrows and grudges of life as he laughed lightly.

Why couldn't the prosperous and stable Carefree King allow him to live his entire life?

In the eyes of the onlookers, he had long forgotten how the handsome prince, who had just broken away from his youth, had taken over the Jiang Hu's terrifying Puppet Palace in one day. He forgot, he was only six years old. He had watched the entire battlefield from his father's arms, looked at the splattered yellow sand, and looked at Prince Qi's son, who was covered in white bones that couldn't be covered by a thousand li of wind and sand.

How could a child who had grown up in the arms of the Righteous Faction and the Qi King only leave behind tenderness and extravagance?

The Ren Sect allowed him to see the unparalleled chilliness of the Venerable One, and the Qi King allowed him to see clearly the success of the generals on the battlefield. The Ran Tong Pavilion allowed him to see the grievances of the entire world, and the fate of the prodigal son.

He buried everything deep and didn't say anything. However, this did not mean that he would forever lower his head and live in a corner, ignoring the pain and suffering of the world's Yan Liang.

Those who disobeyed the decree and refused to give in before the emperor would never learn to be like others who treated him with sincerity. His voice had never been so firm, no flippancy, no threats, no hesitation. In his heart, there were truly a few people's life wishes. To him, they would also recover a thousand pounds, and it was worth it to spend his entire life fighting and protecting.

Zhao Qingyan's gaze became clear and bright, "Father, for me, remove your battle armor and leave the battlefield, so that I will never have to suffer alone for my entire life. Teacher, for me, alone in my life, grieving to the death, so that I will not be trapped by the human heart for the rest of my life. Father told me not to go to the battlefield, and Teacher told me not to touch the court. But from the moment I asked for royal uncle's permission to enter the inner palace, I was very clear on my fate. I can't do three things, but I can do what I want. "

How could I be willing to let those who have given up everything for me take it lightly?

Since you have protected me for half my life, how can I not tie the knot and give you the answer?

What you ask for is what I ask for. All I ask is to die without regrets.

The man's gaze wavered as he understood the meaning behind his words. He chewed carefully, but it deepened the stabbing pain in his heart.

Why should relatives care so much about favors? Zhao Qingyan was kneeling at his feet. He could touch her with a raise of his hand. But for some reason, the Ren School clearly felt that the uncle and nephew duo had gone further and further away. An invisible gap appeared in front of his nephew's eyes. His gaze was so indifferent and empty that it caused one's heart to ache.

Ren Zong looked at him deeply, unable to fathom the truth in his eyes. "How important is your teacher in your heart?"

Zhao Qingyan answered truthfully, "It is equal to Imperial Father and Imperial Uncle."

The man's gaze shifted a few times before he slowly said, "He's done you in, but he's also done you harm."

Zhao Qingyan said, "Nephew only remembers his kindness, and does not blame him for his mutual harm."

Ren Zong asked, "What if you had to choose between us?"

The Qi King's expression changed, "Your Majesty …"

Ren Zong raised his hand, "I was just casually asking, there's no need to mind."

Zhao Qingyan furrowed his brows and then slowly relaxed. His long eyelashes cast a shadow that could not be seen clearly in his eyes: "If Imperial Uncle's casual question was just to test my sincerity, then I am sorry that I did not want to answer. Qingfeng is already dead, and Imperial Uncle is the son of heaven, so there is no need to compare him with someone who is dead. "

Ren Zong suddenly laughed, "Are you criticizing me?"

Zhao Qingyan looked at him quietly for a while before speaking, "Nephew would not dare to. However, his nephew remembered Teacher's kindness and remembered the love of his uncle, so he hoped that he would not casually make a comparison. "My nephew is powerless to stop this conflict, powerless to protect me. The only thing I can do is …"

Ren Zong asked, "Only what?"

In the end, Zhao Qingyan was still a man of etiquette. No matter how humble the etiquette of a monarch was, he would not treat his uncle's and nephew's etiquette as being more disrespectful than before. He bent over and kowtowed, his voice was as calm as before. "Imperial Uncle, your nephew does not dare to be impolite in front of you. If there are any ominous words, I would never dare to say them. I hope that royal uncle can forgive me. "

Ren Zong did not answer, only after a long while did his voice float down from above, "Lift your head up."

Zhao Qingyan raised her head as instructed. Her facial features were as delicate as ink, and her emotions could not be seen. At this moment, he still looked docile and harmless. Even if Ren Zong were to curse at him now, he would probably only lower his eyes and silently endure, right? Not angry, not sad, not even helpless.

He did not have the extra strength to make a fake appearance. This kind of person was very estranged and also very unfamiliar to him.

After a long period of silence, Ren Zong left with a flick of his sleeve, "I don't want you to hate me to the very end."

Zhao Qingyan slowly bent over. "Nephew thanks uncle for his compassion. Nephew will send you off."

Only then did the officials wake from their daze and hurriedly bowed, "We offer this to your majesty."

"Sigh!" "Fourth brother!" In the time it took for the messenger to recover from his shock, the Qi King chased after Ren Zong, listening to another burst of words, "Respectfully sending you off, your highness."

The king stopped chasing and turned his head to glare at his son. "Why aren't you helping your brother and seventh brother up?"

Zhao Shu stood up and raised his hand to indicate that Zhao Baiyi didn't need to care. "I can get up on my own."

Zhao Baiyi turned around to help him up, "Seventh brother? "Seventh brother?"

"Hmm?" Zhao Qingyan came back to her senses and answered casually. Her gaze suddenly focused on one point as she stood up and stretched out her hand to support Zhao Shu, who was falling to the ground. "Royal brother, be careful!"

Zhao Baiyi was knocked back a step by Zhao Qingyan. He grimaced in pain, and before he could complain, he rushed to the other side to support Zhao Shu. "Big Brother, are you alright?"

Zhao Shu slowly shook his head. "Nothing, just kneeling for a long time."

Zhao Baiyi subconsciously looked at Zhao Qingyan, and when he realized it, he let out an 'oh'. "Seventh Brother, are you alright?"

Zhao Qingyan frowned. "Actually, it's not so good."

Zhao Shu ignored his leg and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Qingyan whispered, "Back pain."

"Huh?" Seeing that his gaze had been drawn over, Zhao Baiyi apologised immediately. He waited for everyone to look away before asking in a low voice, "Seventh Brother, aren't you not married yet? Restrain yourself. Restrain yourself. "

Zhao Qingyan froze, and before he could react, Zhao Shu had already slapped him on the head. "Stop talking nonsense!" Seventh Brother knelt for such a long time because of the hidden mechanism on his waist! "

Zhao Baiyi was on the verge of tears as he was slapped. He could only restrain himself, "Big brother, it hurts!"

Zhao Shu pursed his lips. "If you know it's painful, then don't spout nonsense."

Zhao Baiyi mumbled, "But didn't Big Brother immediately figure out what I meant?" Noticing that Zhao Qingyan was staring at the other side in a daze, he reached out his hand and patted his shoulder. "Seventh Brother, why are you in a daze today?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "Father left with Imperial Uncle. I'm a little worried."

Zhao Baiyi said, "When you said those words, you weren't worried at all. Why are you worried for Fourth Uncle now?"

Zhao Qingyan did not explain and just smiled. "I'm a bit tired. Do you want to go back to the Royal Mansion together with your second brother?"

Zhao Baiyi stared blankly and said, "Aren't you going to wait for Fourth Uncle?"

Zhao Qingyan shook his head, "No, Father should have something to do with Imperial Uncle. I should head back earlier."

Zhao Shu said, "Then I'll send second brother and seventh brother off."

Zhao Qingyan did not refuse, "Then I'll have to trouble Imperial Brother." He bowed to the ministers and walked out with Zhao Shu.

"Cyan Wings." The messenger called his son and with a wink called him to his side.

Zhao Baiyi froze for a moment, then said to Zhao Shu, "Father called me. I'll be right back." He quickly walked to his father's side and asked, "Father, you called me?"

"What are you doing with them?" King Xin asked.

Zhao Baiyi was stunned. "Father, you still need something? Won't you return to the Duke Palaces? "

"The two of them have something to say, so don't stand on the sidelines."

Zhao Baiyi didn't understand. "Do they have anything to say?"

The king glanced at him. "What do you think?"

Zhao Baiyi was stunned for a moment, and then said with a change in his expression, "It can't be …"

"That's it." "Take a walk in the garden with your father, and go back with your fourth uncle."

"Then what about Seventh Brother?" Zhao Baiyi asked worriedly.

Xin Wang said, "What happened to him? Wasn't the crown prince accompanying him? "If he's not going to the inner palace, then he should just go back to the manor. Hao, wait for him outside, you don't have to worry about that."

Zhao Baiyi could only reply with an 'oh'. He turned around and glanced at the backs of the two brothers in worry before leaving with his father.

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"All of you, go down." Ren Zong pushed them away and sighed, "Fourth brother, what should we do now?"

The Qi Wang paced to the side, and poured two cups of hot tea from the teapot left behind by the maid. "What do we do?"

Ren Zong asked, "Fourth Brother, do you still want us to explain it clearly?"

The king of Qi gave him a cup and took a few steps back before sitting down, "I think we should go with Mo'er's wishes. It would be a good idea for him to go and enjoy himself."

Ren Zong sighed softly, "Fourth Brother also heard it today. The Ran Tong Pavilion is an unbreakable knot in his heart, but his territory is right next to the Light Wind Palace. The sky of the martial world has changed. Other than this town and his fiefdom, where else would it be safe? "

Prince Qi said, "I'm afraid that the danger is also very heavy."

Ren Zong frowned, "What do you mean by that, Fourth Brother?"

The Qi King turned his head to look at him for a moment, then looked back at him, "Your subject's intentions are obvious to your majesty, why ask?"

Ren Zong stood up, "If I knew that Mo'er would be injured, I wouldn't have done anything to the contestants." After a short pause, he saw that the Qi King did not reply, and his frown deepened, "Do you not believe me, fourth brother?"

"So what if you believe? So what if you don't believe me? " The Qi King looked at him, his gaze calm, "I know that you love Mo'er. But don't forget, after all, he is my son, my only son. I should have stopped you when I received your decree, but I didn't. You asked me if I believed you, just as I had no idea that the Duke of the Trojan Horse would be slaughtered and that Mo'er would rush in to save him. If you want to regret something, that is what I should regret. "

Ren Zong said in a deep voice, "Fourth Brother, I have never ordered anyone to harm the Duke of Trojan Horse, nor did I ever let anyone set the Fire Slaughter Manor on fire. "My orders were just to have them kill a few people and remind the duke of the Trojan Horse not to forget his duty, and not to have any intention of slaughtering his entire family." His tone had changed from a conversation between an emperor and his subjects to a conversation with his elder brother.

The Qi King raised his hand to indicate for him not to say anything more, "You and I have been brothers for so many years, how can I not believe you? Killing the marquis of the Trojan Horse was the same as forcing Mo'er to investigate the truth, let alone the Tu Clan. The past that we have covered up with all our might, His Majesty cannot allow it to be revealed again at such a critical juncture. "Now, the only thing to consider is how to explain it to Mo'er."

Ren Zong took a deep breath and slowly repeated, "How do you explain this to him? Do you want him to hate you and me? " After a pause, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, "No, he won't hate you. He will only hate me."

The Qi King laughed, "Which one of us is more important in this world?"

Ren Zong frowned and did not answer.

The Qi King did not need him to answer and he already knew the answer, "What you want is peace and harmony in this world. If Mo'er messes up this world, you will let him go. If you harm Mo'er for the sake of the world, I will destroy the world I have protected for the rest of my life. "

The man's gaze turned cold, "Is Fourth Brother threatening me?"

"No." The Qi King shook his head, not at all frightened by his hidden questioning. His expression remained the same, and then replied seriously, "I just wanted to say that the world that I and His Majesty have sworn to protect, is still something His Majesty is willing to protect with everything you have. However, the thing that weighs the most in my heart is no longer the world. "

Ren Zong clenched his fists and his eyes were filled with pain, "Why is it like this? "Why is it like this!?"

"Life."

The Ren Sect placed his hands on his forehead, suppressing the pain in his voice, "I, your Majesty, have destroyed that sword. Can this all end here? "

"Puppet Palace, Bewitching Butterfly Town, Yuyin Pavilion, Crippling Feather Sect, and those innocent people who were implicated, will they give up? Will the blood on my hands be clean? Would the people who were once concealed by their old friends really forget about it? " The Qi King looked at him with a complicated expression. "Unless we kill an old friend and root out the grass, this matter will never end. Can His Majesty really kill an old friend for Mo'er?"

The Ren Sect didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but in the end, they couldn't let out a bitter laugh, "I was just saying."

King Qi said, "Either you tell me the truth, or you try your best to hide it. There's no other choice."

Ren Zong pinched the center of his brows, "What are the choices between Jiang Wuyan and Bai Yutang?"

The Qi King replied flatly, "I'm not hiding anything from you."

This was the second time since the brief conversation that he had finished with a single word. He was resolute and decisive, not one bit more than that. Although he had been in the capital for more than ten years, his sharp judgment from the generals of the battlefield and his decisiveness to not hesitate when he made a decision had not changed.

Ren Zong was startled for a moment and finally gave a wry smile, "This time, it's a rare act of empathy."

Yes, he had to hide it, he had to hide it. The Qi King's answer was Whitedemon's decision. At the same time, it was the Qi King's own decision. It was the Ren Sect's decision.

Because his fourth brother would never allow someone who should be a common enemy to stand on his other side and watch without doing anything — especially this time, the bet would directly affect the safety of his only son.

And the Ren Sect, on this matter, always stood on the same side as the Qi King.