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"Royal Father! "How is Seventh Brother?" Seeing that the messenger king had walked over, Zhao Baiyi quickly strode over to greet him.

The messenger king waved his hand and dismissed the rest, finding a chair to sit on. He then looked into his eyes that were filled with anxiety and said, "Mo'er is fine, there's no need to worry."

Zhao Baiyi let out a sigh of relief and looked behind his father, but he could not find anyone else, "Why is it only my father, Uncle Wang, and the others have not come?"

The king said, "Fourth Brother and Thirteenth Brother will go and deploy the troops. There won't be anything I can do for a while, so I'll come over to take a rest."

Zhao Baiyi was slightly taken aback, "That's true."

The messenger looked at the tightly shut door and said faintly, "I've sent away all the guards outside. Taking advantage of tonight's crisis, I have something to tell you. "

Zhao Baiyi's facial expression changed slightly. He hesitated a little, "Father, is it still that matter?"

"Have you made up your mind?" King Xin nodded.

"I still …" Zhao Baiyi blurted out a few words, but when he saw his father's fierce gaze, he immediately no longer dared to say anything. She pursed her lips and lowered her head.

He knew that his son could not make a choice between his two brothers, so he could only direct him from the side before pouring him another dose of medicine, "I can only tell you that with the Crown Prince's accession to the throne, the Residence will not be harmed. However, the exercise of power has become a foregone conclusion. "

Zhao Baiyi was slightly surprised. "Decapitation?"

King Xin got up and poured himself a cup of hot tea. He turned around and asked, "Do you know the difference between me and Fourth Brother and Thirteenth Brother?"

Zhao Baiyi pondered for a moment. "Father is the furthest away from the imperial court."

The King of Letters raised his eyebrows slightly, as if surprised that he had such an opinion. "Indeed, that is what I am trying to say. I have seven killing troops under my control. Seven killing troops are stationed in various places to train and prepare for war. However, there were only a few hundred soldiers left in the capital. In other words, the Residence of Duke Xin is in the capital, and you, father and son, and your family are in the capital. "Therefore, we can use ourselves as the basis to avoid the suspicion of having to act with dignity."

Zhao Baiyi frowned and said, "But, Fourth Uncle and Uncle Wang are different."

King Xin nodded. "Fourth Brother is the head of the Imperial Guard, commanding a troop of more than two hundred thousand. And the Imperial Guard needed the Privy Council's permission to move their troops. Thirteen was also so close to Mo'er. Moreover, Mo'er himself was a secret envoy. One must know that this secret envoy of his is not just doing his job. "

An inexplicable panic appeared in Zhao Baiyi's heart. Even if it wasn't the first time this panic had appeared, this was the first time he had faced it head on. "Compared to this, Big Bro doesn't have any ability to compete with Seventh Brother."

"That was very decisive." King Xin gave a smile that was not a smile, but it confirmed his view. "There is no difference between the two of them, but there is a difference between them. "Ai'er, who has no backing, has only the empty name of 'Crown Prince'."

Zhao Baiyi remained silent for a long time before he slowly asked, "Father, I have a question that I don't know whether I should ask or not."

King Xin sipped his tea. "Ask."

Zhao Baiyi asked, "According to the imperial court's legend, Imperial Uncle wants to set up Seventh Brother as the King …" Is it true or false? "

A moment later, he gently placed the teacup back on the table and slowly sat down. "In terms of courage and boldness, in terms of poetry and art, in terms of governance and army, who do you think royal brother appreciates more?"

Zhao Baiyi said, "But, your son doesn't feel that Imperial Uncle has the intention of establishing Seventh Brother as the Emperor."

The king glanced at him. "That's because Mo'er isn't willing."

Zhao Baiyi let out an "Ah!" with a face full of astonishment.

"Mo'er can see what her royal brother is thinking at the age of fourteen, and even though she asked for the title of 'Royal Highness' in the name of her adoptive parents, you still can't see the reason why her royal brother is so slow to establish himself as the crown prince?"

Support, anyone can see that this is just an excuse, used as an excuse to refuse.

Zhao Baiyi said, "Actually, with uncle Huang's strong body, it's not impossible for him to have children."

The messenger's eyes were distant, and he was a little tired. "Shu'er was raised under my royal sister-in-law, but my royal brother refused to recognize this son, not even with the title of a prince. The court officials had repeatedly asked for the title of crown prince. At the very least, they had given him the title of 'crown prince' first. The 'prince' that those words referred to was probably not only Fang'er. On that day, when Big Brother Zhuang asked Little Ling, he declined with the words' I wish to wait for Imperial Father to add another prince '. On the second day, Mo'er went to the palace to ask her royal brother to bestow upon him the title of a duke. "

Zhao Baiyi's eyes slowly dimmed. After a long while, he said softly, "Actually, Big Brother and Seventh Brother are not people who covet the glorious and powerful position."

The emperor was slightly startled, but then he nodded. "That's right, none of them are willing to sit in this seat …"

Zhao Baiyi slowly thought through everything in his mind. Then, he muttered to himself, "Actually, I really want to believe that they wouldn't destroy each other."

The messenger seemed to recall something he didn't want to recall. "Even if Little Yi'er doesn't intend to disclaim power, Imperial Majesty …"

Zhao Baiyi was slightly startled. He couldn't hear the last part of the sentence that was abruptly stopped. "What did Father say?"

"Forget it, it's nothing. "You can go down first. Let me rest for a while, I still need to get busy a bit later." The messenger waved his hands impatiently, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair.

Zhao Baiyi was full of annoyance, but he had no intention of asking. Since his father had spoken, he bowed and took his leave.

After his son had left for a long time, the surroundings became deathly silent. "If Mo'er likes this world, Royal Brother is willing to give it to him. But if Mo'er does not want this world, Royal Brother cannot tolerate him having any chance to harm this world! "

He paused again, and a moment later the pain in his voice was almost despair.

"..." Maybe the one who hurt you in the end wasn't the next Son of Heaven? "

The Qi King held a heavy soldier, but the Ren Sect could ignore the world's discussion of Fourth Brother's "great achievement". It was because the Qi King was Zhao Qingyan's biological father.

After several decades, the Qi King had finally caught up to the teenager who had ascended to the throne. They were guarding the border, and their military exploits were brilliant. They were not given extra rewards. To stay in the capital was not to entertain the court officials, to do nothing in court, or to be proud of one's status. For decades, he had never been more faithful to the etiquette of a monarch.

Such a person only had one son. Things that he would never get his hands on, he would give them all to his son in the future.

He was Zhao Qingyan's biological father, and Ren Zong treated Zhao Qingyan like her own son.

If Zhao Qing was willing to accept the throne, then the prosperity of the world would naturally belong to him. It was just as the Ren Sect had once said, everything in the world could be given to him as long as he wanted.

But he wouldn't.

It was a crime without a reason. If he was not the emperor, then every ounce of power the Qi King possessed would be a sharp blade that would bring them to their deaths.

"..." At that time, the matter would no longer be related to the Qi King's Manor.

He was at least the younger brother of Ren Zong. However, Duke Huai …

Prince Xin covered his eyes with his hand. In the darkness, he seemed to be able to see the day when Duke Huai and Prince Qi stood together, facing the crown prince without any hesitation.

He too had gambled everything.

— —

"Hao, wake up."

A familiar voice sounded by his ear, and a cold palm covered his forehead. Xiao Yan's head, which was in great pain, relaxed a little because of the coldness. He struggled to open his eyes.

The green and white were swaying back and forth in a blur, unable to form a human figure. The pungent smell of medicine overshadowed the familiar smell, making him feel horribly unfamiliar.

"I... "Here …"

The hand on his forehead moved down, covering his widened eyes. "This is the grass garden. I am Zhao Qingyan." The voice was a little more real now, and it was slowly becoming recognizable.

Ran Hao closed his eyes obediently, his lips pursed into a line, "Young master, am I …"

"Nothing, just a dream." Zhao Qingyan's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded as though she was about to disappear at any moment. "It's just a dream brought to you by Zhu Yanyan. It'll be fine once you wake up."

The coldness in his eyes disappeared by an inch. Ran Hao quickly reached out and grabbed it: "No!"

His slender wrist was easily grabbed and then he remained motionless. "I'm here, I've always been here, I'll always be here."

"..." I don't believe it. "

"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not … I was always by your side when you were with me. "

"Sorry."

"No need, rest well." When you wake up, the dream will be over. " His hand was lightly pulled down and placed by his side. His ice-cold palm once again covered his forehead, blocking the light in front of his eyes. He could not recall where he had smelled it before. The light fragrance caused the drowsy him to fall asleep extremely quickly.

Before his last trace of consciousness dissipated, he murmured, "I want to go home."

Zhao Qingyan, who had withdrawn his hand and gotten up, was shocked when he heard this. The shock and pain in his eyes were invisible.

"Can I give him a home?" Zhao Qingyan tucked him in and went to clean the water basin in the corner of the room.

A person who had been standing in the corner for who knows how long suddenly spoke, "He is not the only person in this world who has left this place?"

Zhao Qingyan turned to look at Song Xiangran and smiled faintly. "But he's the only one. I can't bear to part with him."

Song Xiangran replied, "I guess it's because the orphans that young prince has seen are too few."

Zhao Qingyan cupped the teapot with a teasing smile on his face, "Since a long time ago, there have been people constantly telling me that this is a peaceful time and the world is safe and sound. Seeing the conquest of history and the prosperity of the capital, I was willing to believe that everything I heard was true. I am very glad that I am able to become the Carefree King of a prosperous world, and won't cause the world to criticize me for not doing anything. "

Song Xiangran was silent. "Now, it is indeed a peaceful time."

Zhao Qingyan declined to comment. "I gave some people a home, but I also deprived them of the right to choose their own lives. Like you, like Hao, like... "A lot of people."

Song Xiangran was slightly startled before he smiled, "At least, I am satisfied with the life that young prince has chosen for me. If it wasn't for Young Prince, I wouldn't be a starving corpse from a few years ago and would also be a mediocre, mediocre, and average person my entire life. "

"What do you think I am now?" Zhao Qingyan looked at the bags on the table, the silver needles and the medical knives. "When I joined teacher's tutelage, I had the heart to help the world." At that time, I could not bear to harm a single bug. Over these years, the number of people I have saved has increased to a few dozen. "However, I feel that the blood on my hand can no longer be washed away – my hand clearly hasn't killed a single person."

Song He said, "The young prince's doctor is kind. I have always admired him."

Zhao Qingyan picked up a thin medical knife and held it in front of his eyes as he sized it up, "Whenever I'm hunting, the arrows I shoot will either deliberately miss by a few inches, or they'll be able to control their movements if they hit a prey that isn't fatal. As for these prey, Hao killed them and roasted them. The teacher said to me, 'The compassion you think you are, is nothing but your dirty heart, your dirty hands.' After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh.

Song Xiangran was momentarily at a loss as to how to respond.

Xiao Zhiyu's evaluation was terrifyingly accurate. However, due to the fact that he was well aware of its authenticity, Song He was unwilling to believe the appearance of the person in front of him.

He didn't want to believe it, but he knew that he was convinced.

Zhao Qingyan did not care about whether he agreed or not. He only mumbled to himself, "That day, I thought carefully, which one of the people I saved did not give me benefits? The heart that I saved was actually not a kind-hearted one from the very beginning. "

Song Che originally wanted to say something, but as the words reached his mouth, he was suddenly enlightened. He could not help but ask: "Does the young prince want to become someone like Senior Xiao?"

"Who knows?" Zhao Qingyan scoffed, laughing at himself, "I can't get rid of my disguise as the crown prince for one day. I want to be good, but I don't want to die because of my good will. "

Song Xiangran suddenly said, "In this subject's eyes, the young prince has never lost his heart. "If you follow your heart, there will be a day when you will achieve your goals."

Zhao Qingyan smiled. It was clear that she did not believe him, but she did not say anything. She put the silver knife back in her hand and waved him over.

Song Xiangran was slightly startled. He walked to his side and asked with a face full of questions, "Young Prince?"

Zhao Qingyan rolled up the needle pouch on the table and raised his hand, "This set of Silver Needle Medical Blades was given to me by your master when I was still young and studying medicine with my uncles in the Imperial Hospital. I've never used it, but I've always kept it. I'll give them to you as a gift. If you have time in the future, you can show them to your master — perhaps he will still remember me. "

"This is too precious …" Song Xiangran was somewhat helpless. He took half a step back and did not dare to accept it.

Zhao Qingyan asked, "Where is it expensive?" Uncle Wang had the craftsman smelt dozens of taels of silver to make an identical set, and I traded mine for this set. It wasn't worth a hundred taels of silver after all … Is it valuable to me? "

Song Xiangran smiled bitterly, "Young Prince knows that's not what I mean."

Zhao Qingyan said with a smile, "I know you think that this is the only set of a medical knife that I've received in the past ten years, so you don't dare to accept it. However, I suddenly don't want to study medicine anymore, it's not fun. "

Song Xiangran was stunned and could not react for a moment.

Seeing that he refused, Zhao Qingyan put it on the table and pointed to the brazier not far away, "I won't touch anything that I'm tired of. If you don't want it, help me throw it in there. "

Song Xiangran could only take it and thank him.

"I changed the needle pouch not long ago, and it's gray. If you don't say it, no one will know that I gave it to you, so don't worry. " Zhao Qingyan fished out a bottle of medicine from somewhere and poured some into the pot of tea.

Song Xiangran was startled. "Young Prince, that is not what I meant."

Zhao Qingyan said, "But that's what I mean. You are a person from the Qi King's Manor, don't make others worry. Apart from teacher, you are the most serious person I've ever met in my life towards medical skills. I don't want you to lose your heart like I did. "

Song Xiangran bowed deeply, "This humble subject will remember your words, Your Highness."

Zhao Qingyan murmured, "I only wish that my heart is dirty. Don't dirty the knife, don't dirty one more person's hand."