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He knew he would be tired, but he had no other choice.

Zhao Shu was the same. Perhaps their birth had given them a place that others would never be able to reach in their entire lives. At the top of the mountain, one could see more scenery, but it was far from being comparable to the foothold at the foot of the mountain.

Where did they get the right to choose an inch of land? No.

After Zhao Qingyan came back to his senses, he couldn't help but smile. He said lightly, "If one day I don't have to see this world full of fire and wonder how devilish it is to the people's hearts … how great that would be?"

After a moment of silence, Zhao Shu said, "Your abilities are few in number in the political field of the imperial court. No one in the inner court is invincible. If you have ten years, you will definitely become a capable subject that is hard to come by. "

"Ten years." Zhao Qingyan didn't approve or disapprove of his praise. He only raised his left arm, raised his palm, and peered through the gaps between his fingers at the blurry outline of the palace in the distance. "I was born in Bianliang City, and I died in Bianliang City.

Zhao Shu was suddenly speechless.

For the whole world, the extremely bustling Bianliang City, may really be "a small city."

After a long while, Zhao Qingyan slowly lowered his arm, but his eyes were still fixed on the distance that had been swallowed by the darkness: "The words I said before were not for anyone. Those were my heartfelt words."

"With your dying sigh, I will volunteer for the rest of my life?" For some reason, when Zhao Shu asked this question, his voice trembled slightly, as if he felt the same heartache as Ren Zong. The only thing he wanted to say was "I know." He knew that those were the heartfelt words spoken by Zhao Qingyan.

Zhao Qingyan lowered his eyes and smiled serenely, "Perhaps he is just keeping his soul in this place, watching the descendants of the Song Dynasty guard this city for the rest of my life. He will be the king, Jia Hou, and the mountains and rivers will be stable forever." He pursed his lips, paused briefly, and said, "This is what I should do as a prince."

After a short pause, Zhao Qingyan could not seem to link the 'I' and the 'Prince' together. He ignored and rejected this identity even more than he had imagined. But at this moment, he'd only just realized a few things. He lowered his eyes and used his eyelashes to hide the emotions that should not be revealed in his eyes – self-mockery, despair. Although it was shallow, so shallow that no one would notice it in the dark.

Zhao Shu shook his head. "But that was not your wish."

Zhao Qingyan laughed softly, "That's because I feel that every inch of land, every river and every mountain and river in this world belongs to the Song Dynasty. "Where I was buried, where my soul was left behind, everything I saw was the same."

Zhao Shu looked at him quietly, then smiled. "You're not speaking your mind."

Zhao Qingyan did not try to hide the fact that his thoughts had been exposed. "It's not all lies. At least I have some hope."

Zhao Shu's smile turned bitter. "What do you mean by 'mountains and rivers are eternally stable'?" You didn't believe it in the first place. "

"Yeah, I don't believe it." Zhao Qingyan's voice was extremely soft. A moment's carelessness would cause her to disappear, "The world which the Great Ancestor laid down was also the world of others. The mountains and rivers that his parents had protected might also be thrown away by his descendants. Perhaps one day, the descendants of the Zhao family will be killed by a single cup of poisoned wine, just like the kings of the dead nations, never to return to their homeland. "

Zhao Shu felt helpless, but he didn't feel the slightest bit angry at his outrageous words. His seventh brother was someone who did not care about these so-called secular flattery. Words that were not fawning on him were his consistent temperament.

"Last night, the east wind blew again, causing my homeland to be unable to bear looking back at the bright moon. "The carved jade walls should still be there …" Looking at the pavilion, which he could not see clearly, but he remembered clearly, Zhao Qingyan said a few sentences softly but did not finish his sentence, "This jade carving in front of me, the moon hanging in the willow tree, isn't it proof of the existence of the Song Dynasty? Where have I not touched? Even if the times had changed and the rivers and mountains had changed, the Great Song would forever be remembered by future generations after a thousand years. As long as it has existed, it will always exist. "

The tall figure of the youth leaning on the railing was still somewhat frail under the warm fur. The long hair that had been tied up was tied into a crown, leaving only a few strands of hair that gently brushed past his ears.

Not long ago, he was just a youth in an azure robe. His waist-length long hair was dyed black on his light blue clothes. His excessively delicate face made people unwilling to shift their gaze away.

In fact, it had only been three or four months. From the distribution to the crown, they already looked like two different people. From the side, the porcelain white skin, the extremely long eyelashes, and the hair that fluttered in the wind were no different from what she remembered. Even the shallow scar at the corner of his eye had completely disappeared, and his picturesque face wasn't left with the slightest blemish.

As usual, he dared to stand in the Emperor's garden and point at the weeping willows and flowing water. In the distant pavilion, he softly hummed a poem about the ruler of a country that perished before the dynasty. He spoke of the emotions that filled the eyes of the onlookers.

Perhaps in King Mo's eyes, Li Yu should be the ruler of the destroyed country, but in Zhao Qingyan's eyes, he was only an admirable poet.

After seeing too much of the official dirt, hearing too much of the disobedient flattery, and reading too many stiff books, he was even more surprised by his seventh brother's words.

Out of silt and free from filth, the stream is clear, but there is no evil.

How many people can shake the voice of the dog or horse, how many self-supporting endless praise can drown, how many will erode the life and death of the conscience.

But the current him was so clean that it caused people to be ashamed.

"Then, where is the bone buried? Is it not my homeland?" Zhao Qingyan's voice was still soft and hoarse. It was not pleasant, but clear and comfortable. The firm but not firm voice brought back Zhao Shu's thoughts.

Zhao Shu thought back to what his seventh brother had just said and subconsciously said, "But perhaps no one will remember you in thousands of years."

His eyes were slightly shining, and they carried a passionate look that he had not seen for a long time: "But, the names of royal uncle and royal brother will always be recorded in the annals of history. The people of the world will never forget the emperor who sat high above the mountains and rivers, overlooking the Song Dynasty! History, we only need to remember our monarch! I am only defending the Emperor's subjects. I will cut open their hearts and spill their blood. History doesn't have to remember me, and history doesn't have to include me. The Great Song, I exist. I am willing to use my blood and sweat to protect the Zhao Family, to protect the people of the world, and to protect the will of all emperors! "

Zhao Shu was moved. "Brother Mo …"

Zhao Qingyan took a step back, kneeled down, and said with a serious expression, "You are the monarch, and I am the official. A sovereign can bestow treasures upon his subjects, but a subject cannot seize the love of a sovereign. "In this lifetime, I will keep the king and his subjects in their place and do my best to be loyal and filial.

"I …" Zhao Shu only said one word before stopping. She took a deep breath and let it out gently. He bent down to help Zhao Qingyan up and said with a sigh, "You and I are brothers, why say all these things? How could twenty years of brotherly affection be disrespectful to the king and officials? I know that Mo Di is sincere, but I hope that Mo Di does not continue to be so distant. "

Zhao Qingyan fell to her knees, grabbed Zhao Shu's arm, and looked him straight in the eyes. "Imperial Brother, I am well aware of the difficulties of this journey. I have no choice but to be cautious. But as my royal brother said, in twenty years, my royal brother is no different from my biological brother. I have never dared to forget what royal brother has done to me. They were willing to make the best of things in order to repay their royal brother for his protection. As my royal brother wishes. Royal brother's worries did not escape me. He would not let my little brother's heart be chilled. "

His dark eyes were sincere, stubborn, and devoid of any impurities.

Zhao Shu's throat was choked with sobs. After a long moment, he said, "I know, I know." I did the wrong thing, I... "If Brother Mo trusts me, I won't have anything else …"

"Royal brother has never been wrong." Zhao Qingyan's fingers increased in strength. The hand holding the brush now was surprisingly powerful, as firm as his eyes, not moving in the slightest. "Imperial brother has never been wrong. As an emperor, he should have this determination. I will never blame you for your actions. I only hope that you can see my sincerity and know that I have never been willing to compete with you. "That's fine."

Following Zhao Qingyan's strength, Zhao Shu's palm pressed onto his chest. His chest was thinner than he had imagined, and his heavy clothes didn't add much strength to his chest. A powerful heartbeat passed through those layers of clothes and entered his palm.

It was steady and powerful.

Just like Zhao Qingyan's calm and resolute gaze.

After an extremely long time, Zhao Qingyan still maintained his original posture. Even his gaze did not change once. Zhao Shu hurriedly helped him up. "I'm lost in thought. I'm sorry."

Zhao Qingyan rose to his feet, his fingers slowly loosening. He lowered his head to look at Zhao Shu's wrist. "I didn't scratch you, did I?"

Zhao Shu was slightly startled, then she laughed. "Brother Mo's strength has always been weak."

Zhao Qingyan smiled as well. The corners of his eyes curled up as he said with a clear and gentle smile, "That's good then." He frowned slightly and took a step back. His back hit his appendix and he coughed.

"It's fine, right?" Zhao Shu saw the pain on his face and quickly reached out to help him.

Zhao Qingyan covered his mouth with his left hand and blocked it with his right hand. "I'm fine. Cough, just a little while. Cough, just a bit …" The coughing and swallowing of words and the violent coughing were not as easy as what he had said.

Zhao Shu frowned and grabbed his shoulder. "It's too cold up there. Come here. I'll carry you back."

Zhao Qingyan was slightly taken aback. She was dazed for a moment.

Many years ago, he had liked to curl up in his royal brother's arms, or to doze off, or to read with him or not. Zhao Shu's embrace was warm and firm. She completely surrounded him in her embrace, creating a world around them. In this world, there was no fear of the cold or the heat.

From the tender age of three or four years old to the tender age of eleven or twelve years old, he had always liked to curl up in Zhao Shu's arms. When he went to sleep, he was completely at ease. When he woke up, the warm company beside his bed had yet to leave.

But now, standing up, he was even higher than his royal brother … Besides, there was such a heavy support?

Zhao Qingyan forced a smile and coughed out blood. His green sleeves were dyed red with blood. "There's no need. I can't carry me." He reached for his appendix to support his body as it slid towards the ground.

Zhao Shu said, "If you can't carry it, come over as well. Leave the lake." He took a step forward and wrapped his free hand around his seventh brother's waist.

"Don't come over!" Zhao Qingyan's pupils suddenly contracted. There was a hint of wariness in her frightened voice.

Zhao Shu's face was filled with shock. In the next moment, Zhao Qingyan pushed him away so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

Before Zhao Shu could react to such a violent reaction, she heard a sound of something shattering. Zhao Qingyan fell backwards, falling into the lake along with his appendix, which was more than four feet long.

— —

"Nine!" Duke Huan quickly walked to the side of the messenger and was slightly out of breath.

The messenger glanced at the dozen or so torchbearers behind him and asked, "How is it?"

Duke Huai let out a small sigh and hurriedly replied, "I found a few pieces of white jade along the way. The biggest is only the size of a fist. I left three or four people to continue their search and came over first. Also, I got two guards to send some people over. "

The king nodded. "Where?"

Duke Huan replied extremely quickly, "Only a few of the larger pieces cannot be hidden within the withered grass, so they are mostly hidden. There were only a few tiny fragments on the road. "And …"

Seeing that he wanted to say something but hesitated, King Xin raised his eyebrows. "What else is there?" They were not idle princes. Their words and actions were even more decisive than ordinary soldiers and guards. At such a critical moment, for Duke Huai to be stuttering like this made him feel somewhat unhappy.

Duke Huan saw his brother's dissatisfaction, but he still hesitated for a moment, "I was going with the crown prince, so I walked this way when I went. If what Yun Yi said is true, then there is no way I wouldn't be able to find the shattered rocks right in the middle of the road. "

The king rolled his eyes. "You should be able to find those half-hidden rocks as well."

Duke Huan shrugged his shoulders and didn't bother with the obviously difficult words, "Ninth Brother, this is not a joke."

"Who's joking with you?" The Duke of the Letters shot a glance at him before shifting his gaze back to the white jade fragments beneath his feet.

Zhao Baiyi and Duke Huan looked at each other and stuck out their tongues. His usually most refined and gentle father, at a critical juncture, had an unusually fiery temper. It was the same as teaching him no matter who he scolded.

If... Was the one standing here his seventh brother?

Zhao Baiyi thought for a moment and immediately scolded himself. At this time, he couldn't wait to think about that trivial matter. When he finished, he felt that it was funny, but he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" When the King's gaze swept over, Zhao Baiyi immediately shivered.

Prince Huan said, "Since that's the case, let's first report this to Brother Huang. After that, I'll bring people to search the palace." His words had also conveniently saved Zhao Baiyi's life.

Upon hearing this, King Xin nodded and no longer bothered with his son. "I'll go see Imperial Brother. If the guards arrive first, tell them to seal the city gates first and find the crown prince and Mo'er."

Prince Huan said, "I've already ordered people to seal the city gates. Over at the banquet, I'll go and explain it to the officials. Let Bai Yi guard this place, right? I'll stay here. "

Xin Wang said, "Bring two people with you."

"No need, I'll go faster with my Qing Gong." The rest is up to Nine. " Knowing that the situation was urgent, Duke Huan did not waste any more time. He only nodded towards Zhao Boyi before turning around and leaving.

He changed to a smaller piece and placed it in his sleeve. Before he left, he didn't forget to glance at his son and said, "Learn more about your Thirteenth Uncle in the future."

Zhao Baiyi rubbed his nose as he watched his father leave. He spread out his arms and looked at the guards beside him. "What does my father want me to learn from Uncle Wang?"

The guards looked at each other, then shook their heads.

Zhao Baiyi let out a long sigh. "Enough, who took off some clothes and wrapped these broken pieces of jade. Then, stand four on each side of these three paths and wait for Father and the others to return from the separation point. "

The youngest guard looked around with a blank look on his face, "What about the extra people?"

Zhao Baiyi slapped his forehead with a "pa" sound and said, "Leave one to pick up the stones. The rest is up to you."

"Oh, okay."