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"Guard Ran, it's not convenient for you to go in. Please wait."

Ran Hao stopped. Seeing the young master nod, he reached out his hand to help him remove the cloak, and said in a low voice, "Then I will wait outside for young master."

Zhao Qingyan nodded her head, tidying up her sleeves and smiling at the attendant beside her.

The attendant bowed, stood up, and said in a long voice, "I am meeting King Mo."

Zhao Qingyan strode in and knelt before him. "Greetings to Imperial Uncle, Imperial Uncle Wan An."

Ren Zong was laughing and chatting with Duke Huan when he entered, "There's no need to be so courteous, we're giving you a seat."

Zhao Qingyan stood up with an apologetic smile. "Nephew was bathing just now and came a little late. I didn't make Imperial Uncle wait for too long did I?"

Ren Zong smiled as he shook his head, "No, it's not too late. I've also just told Thirteenth Brother that Mo'er should be coming."

Prince Huan asked, "Why did you think of bathing at this time?"

Zhao Qingyan was a little helpless. "Thirteenth Uncle, you know, I just returned from the Sky Prison …" You can't possibly bear to bathe in that foul air until you've rested, can you? "

Duke Huan raised his finger and pointed at his neck, "It's been broken again. What are you doing getting along with yourself like that?"

Zhao Qingyan was stunned. She touched her neck and felt pain. Casually raising his collar up a bit, he gave a helpless smile. "Thirteenth Uncle must pay attention to where I broke it, so why?"

Prince Huan was speechless as he looked at Ren Zong. "Imperial Brother, look at him."

Ren Zong also shook his head helplessly, "I've said it a hundred times, but I just can't get this problem out of him." This nephew of mine only knows how to love, cleanliness and pain. "

Zhao Qingyan stealthily glared at Duke Huan and mumbled, "Next time, I'll block it. As long as Thirteenth Uncle doesn't see it."

When the two of them heard this, they looked at each other and laughed in unison, "What utter nonsense!"

Zhao Qingyan was afraid that they would drag this matter onto the ground, so he hurriedly asked, "Didn't Official Ouyang come with Thirteenth Uncle to give the report? He's already gone back? "

Prince Huan said, "Official Ouyang will head back before we have time to settle any major matters in the Ministry of Justice."

Ren Zong laughed, "Mo'er, you've done a great deed on this matter. What kind of reward do you want?"

Zhao Qingyan blinked, "I just went to the Sky Prison, and if I cheated a few of the jailers, I would have already done a great deed?" I don't dare to accept such a reward from royal uncle. "

Ren Zong asked with a smile, "You really don't want it? Don't you always like to ask me for rewards for various reasons? "

Zhao Qingyan knitted his brows, as if he was thinking about something troubling. "But Imperial Uncle's collection of calligraphy and paintings has almost been completely plundered by me. Even if I wanted a reward, I don't have anything else."

Ren Zong broke into laughter, "Don't reward me, why can't I be happy at all?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "Perhaps Imperial Uncle thinks that if I continue giving out rewards, I'll have to buy another house to put my calligraphy and paintings on display."

Ren Zong gave a gentle smile, "Then this time, I'll give you one that you will definitely like."

Zhao Qingyan said, "Uncle Huang's rewards are already very generous. I don't need anything …"

"Mo'er." Prince Huan interrupted him and shook his head slightly. "Listen to what royal brother wants to reward you with. You'll definitely like this reward."

A trace of curiosity appeared on Zhao Qingyan's face. "If even Thirteenth Uncle says that, then your nephew will be waiting for your reward, Imperial Uncle."

Ren Zong waved a hand at him, "Come sit at Uncle Huang's side."

Zhao Qingyan was slightly taken aback. She walked to his side and sat down next to him, asking, "Imperial Uncle?"

When the servants had all left, only the three of them were left in the room. He raised his hand to caress Zhao Qingyan's hair, his eyes filled with pity and pampering, "I know that the people who robbed the prisons left without a hitch. You helped them out."

Zhao Qingyan did not expect his Imperial Uncle to directly say this matter. His expression slightly changed, "I …"

In front of him, Ren Zong rarely called himself "Zhen". He did not want to separate his uncle from his nephew by such a harsh line as that of a sovereign. Always, always.

However, compared to the question from the Son of Heaven, Zhao Qingyan was more afraid of his uncle's gentle tone. He was afraid that the heart he had just hardened would regain its softness in front of the sect. He was afraid that he would fall in love with his family and forget about the fire that had burned him all night. He forgot about the people who had stained the West Lake with their blood. He was afraid that he would make those people who had wasted their lives die in vain.

He wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run.

He knew that his Imperial Uncle would not blame him. But he thought that his Imperial Uncle would act as if he did not know, and would not use such a gentle and gentle tone to say it — even if there was no blame, the formless blade gently pierced his heart.

Ren Zong shook his head gently, "I don't blame you for this. I know that you are grateful to Ran Tong Xuan and Ran Qing Tong Tong Tong. Hao has stayed by your side for so many years. To you, the Light Wind Palace is actually your second home. "

Zhao Qingyan was silent for a moment before he pursed his lips, "Yes."

Ren Zong sighed softly, "Mo'er, at this point, hiding the truth is impossible. I might as well tell you the past so that I can untie the grudges in our hearts. "

Zhao Qingyan's heart was in a mess. She could only lower her head to cover her panicked expression as she silently waited for uncle Huang's next words.

Ran's death is indeed a grievance." There was a slight tremble in the Renjian's fingers, so he withdrew his hand. Although he was hesitant, he did not stop his narration of the past. "A few days before I was to be beheaded, I received a letter from the Ran Tong Pavilion. In those few days, Fourth Brother came by. Ninth Brother came by. Thirteenth Brother came by. The Grand Scholar … There were even a few times when I begged for mercy for him due to my anger. "As for me, I feign great anger, saying that whoever brings this matter up again will be held responsible.

He slowly let out a breath and also sighed, "If a Grand Scholar cannot beg me, then go to the Duke's Mansion. Finally, Thirteenth Brother wrote a letter for Bao Zheng to release them. "The university student took the paper, which had been stamped by Fourth Brother, and galloped away. He went to save Ran's eyes, but he was a step too late.

"I …" Zhao Qingyan suddenly raised a hand to press down on his forehead. He spoke in a low and pained voice, "Royal Uncle, don't say anymore. I don't want to hear it again …"

Ren Zong grabbed his wrist and forced it open, forcing him to look at him, "Mo'er, don't you always hate me for this?"

Zhao Qingyan shook his head, "I didn't …" I have never hated my royal uncle. I just hate myself for being incapable, hate myself for watching him die, hate Bao Zheng's condescending, disdainful gaze! "

Every word from Ren Zong told him, "But the person who wanted to kill him, was me."

"Why?" Zhao Qingyan's gaze was already in a mess. He did not even have time to think before he blurted out his question.

Feeling his trembling, the man from the sect looked a little unwilling, but he still continued, "It's because of a letter, a letter with a person's name written on it, and the word 'birthright' written on it."

Zhao Qingyan clenched her fists tightly. She used the stinging sensation on her palm to pull back the last bit of her ability to think. "Who is he?"

"A child that royal father left behind in the commoners." Ren Zong looked at his face, which had lost all color in an instant, and knew that he understood, "He can be considered my younger brother."

Zhao Qingyan's lips opened and closed a few times. In the end, she couldn't say anything. After all, he could not give any evaluation of his grandfather, who he had never seen before, or his uncle. I can't, and I don't dare.

Ren Zong slowly spoke, "That woman and the child in her womb quietly disappeared. She only gave royal father that letter three years later. This child who might exist or might just be a liar had truly become a stain on the royal family's history. You know, it's related to the honor of the royal family, so I can't let others know of my identity as the younger brother. "

The face of the royal family, the face of the royal family again.

His heart sank little by little, but Zhao Qingyan nodded his head. Even he himself, who hated the words the most, maintained the face of the royal family.

The late emperor had drifted to the mortal world, a prince of unknown identity. He was the younger brother of the Emperor who had been living in the country for many years now … This person should not exist.

Either kill this person, or kill those who knew his identity, or … Both. At the very least, anyone who knew this person's identity must die.

Zhao Qingyan was a smart person. He had always been a smart person. Even though he was helpless and terrified, he still managed to quickly understand the meaning behind the words of Ren Zong. "Is Ran Shu Tong one of them?

Ren Zong was surprised that Zhao Qingyan had replied so quickly, but at the same time, he couldn't help but tremble in pain at the thought of Zhao Qingyan suppressing it with all his might. After a long while, he could only give a simple reply, "Yes."

A vague rumbling sound came from Zhao Qingyan's throat as his eyes slowly turned red. It took an extremely long time and an unknown amount of strength before he was able to spit out a complete sentence: "A man is innocent, having a treasure is a sin."

When Duke Huan saw that Mo'er had pierced the tip of his palm, he hurriedly said, "Mo'er, calm down."

"How can I calm down?" Zhao Qingyan's voice slightly changed. Each word was filled with pain as if his heart was being crushed. "I would rather know that he suffered injustice and hated himself for the rest of his life. I don't want to know either, because of this reason, Royal Uncle killed my Uncle Li Tong who had nothing wrong with him … I don't want to know! "

"It's not royal brother's fault!" Duke Huan said with a deep voice.

"Crack." The armrest of the chair was broken by Zhao Qingyan. The sharp wooden piece pierced into his palm, but he did not feel it.

His face was still pale. His empty eyes were still empty. His fingers, which had turned white, were still slowly tightening.

Prince Huan subconsciously looked towards his imperial brother. When he saw the pain and fear on his imperial brother's face, he felt a chill in his heart. How could Zhao Qingyan, who was acting like this, still be considered flesh and blood! His eyes that had lost their luster, his body that felt no pain, how could he still be a living person?!

Even though they were already prepared, they didn't want to see their nephew in such a state. Just looking at it silently, he felt as if a knife was stabbing at his heart.

He didn't know if he was afraid of hurting Ren Zong, or if he wasn't willing to stay by his side for a moment longer. Zhao Qingyan staggered back a few steps. His back bumped against the table at the side, stopping him from retreating further. His wide sleeves covered most of his palm, and blood dripped down from his fingertip and onto the jade brick beneath his feet. It was a shocking sight.

"That's right, it's not Uncle Huang's fault … "I know." Zhao Qingyan slid down along the table and sat down on the floor. Her shirt was stained with blood on the floor, and a short bloody wound was left on the floor, "I know …" "I know …"

"Qingfeng told me that Ran Xianshi had to be treated carefully by even a wounded bird. He couldn't bear to see any life disappear before his eyes."

"Ran Tingxiao is proficient in the art of medicine. He grew many medicinal herbs in the courtyard and when they were fully grown, he took them out to treat those who needed them. That book on medical skills in the Supreme Hospital, those bitter medicinal herbs. Only after I got to know him did I have a life … They can save people. "

"I used to hate Zither. Because the strings of the zither will cut my fingers when I practice, I'm afraid of pain. However, in his arms, I saw how a zither song appeared. I understood how much emotion a zither song has. "From then on, I fell deeply in love with the zither, no longer afraid of suffering, no longer afraid of tiredness, no longer afraid of pain …"

"It's him. He pulled my hand and planted an orchid and some green bamboo. From then on, I remember the orchid that belongs to the fragrance of the gentleman, and remember the jade-like lofty bones of the green bamboo. "I've learned how to treat people like orchids and how to see myself as bamboo."

"Qingfeng told me to listen to his eyes as a friend. It is his fortune in life. I have to listen to the Eye as a teacher, and that's my fortune. "

His voice was not overly emotional. His voice had always been calm and devoid of sadness or joy. He was good at telling other people's stories, but he made every one of them pale white after losing their emotions.

It was as if everything he had seen was pale and powerless.

He was talking about Ran Shu Tong, but he was also talking about his short, rushed, and dull life.

He was born a beautiful bird. However, he had no heart. He did not have the expectations that a life should have. He was intelligent, obedient, and obedient, so he memorized and made good everything he came into contact with.

He had watched his father work his lips tightly, and he had wept because the strings had cut his fingers. It didn't matter if he was reading in his brother's embrace or hiding behind his uncle's back to watch the practice of martial arts, he was actually just a child and was far less fond of him than he appeared on the surface.

However, he was obedient and intelligent, so he fulfilled all of his father's requests one by one and was used to this kind of torture.

As an uncle, whether it was the Ren Sect or Duke Huai, he was more concerned with the excellence of his nephew than with whether he was happy or not. In other words, they wanted their nephew to be happy, but in front of outstanding talents, they could ignore everything else.

Until he went to the Light Wind Palace with Ran Tong Xuan, until he came back from the Palace, this obedient child's eyes were shining.

He was still outstanding, but in the depths of his exceptionally beautiful eyes, there was no longer patience. Instead, there was desire.

No one could deny that Zhao Qingyan was someone that the Light Wind Palace had allowed him to do as he pleased.

Without them, no matter how outstanding Zhao Qingyan was, he would never be able to defeat the devil in his heart. In the hands of this sickness that could torture a stronger person to insanity time and time again, what saved him was not the family that was by his side at this time, but the person that was thousands of miles away and was deeply concerned, the person that had already died many years ago.

The pain of having the wound dug out from the bottom of his heart, how could he feel good about it?

Neither Ren Zong nor Duke Huan were cruel people, and neither could they be cruel to their nephew. At this moment, he was speechless.

It was indeed a blessing to be able to have the two of them as their master.

"Qingfeng, his death, does it matter?"

The nine words paused twice, each time for a long time before answering. Each word struggled in his heart for a very long time.

However, this question was impossible to answer.