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"Crown Prince!"

Zhao Qingyan turned around and saw that the mud had splashed on his clothes as he dismounted from his horse. The rain had already wet his entire body, and some of the messy hair stuck to his ears, adding to the panic and calmness on his face. Zhao Qingyan slowly bowed and greeted, "A Grand Scholar."

Bai Yutang looked behind him and guessed a few things, "Palace Lord Ran, he …"

Zhao Qingyan shook her head. "I couldn't get in."

Bai Yutang sighed and asked, "Is the Crown Prince alone?" Hao, you didn't come with you? "

"I came with Jiang Wuyan. She followed Qingfeng in and hasn't come out yet." Zhao Qingyan replied with a calm tone, but it couldn't hide the worry on her face. "I told Hao to stay in the Light Wind Palace. Xing Chen still doesn't know. I'm afraid he won't be able to take it."

"The Light Wind Palace isn't that far from here. It's quite convenient to take care of them."

Zhao Qingyan smiled gently, "We are enough here. I don't want Hao to watch Qingfeng die."

"You are quite capable of being cruel to yourself." Bai Yutang shook his head and only sighed. He did not say anything more.

The corner of Zhao Qingyan's eyes slightly curved, but he did not answer. He leaned to the side and made a "please" gesture. "There is hot tea in the carriage. The Grand Scholar should go out and take shelter from the rain."

Bai Yan Tang turned to look at the carriage beside him and asked hesitantly, "This isn't convenient, is it?" He had been an official in Bianliang for many years, and he was deeply impressed by this young man's obsession with cleanliness. When he rode up, his robes were soaked, and his boots muddy. It would take a lot of effort to clean up the car if it was dirty outside.

Zhao Qingyan guessed his misgivings and said with a smile, "The heavy rain can't stop anytime soon. "If you don't want me to let you in, I can't leave you out in the rain.

Hearing this, Bai Yutang no longer refused and cupped his hands in thanks. "Your Highness, please."

Zhao Qingyan quickly returned the greeting, "Please be the first to enter the university."

As the crown prince, Zhao Qingyan's manners had always been meticulous. Even the carriages were arranged in an extremely meticulous manner. There was tea on the stove in one corner and a small incense burner on two camphor boxes. There were several plates of dessert on the table in the middle of the carriage.

Zhao Qingyan kept the paper umbrella and placed it in front of the carriage. He glanced at the indistinct outline of the puppet palace in the rain and fog and then lowered his body to enter the carriage.

"Is the crown prince worried?" Noticing the emotion in his eyes, Baiyadang asked.

Zhao Qingyan knelt down straight and poured two cups of tea from the teapot on top of the stove. He gently pushed the teapot in front of Bai Yingtan with a slightly gloomy smile on his face, "How can I not be worried? "At the very least, I want Jiang Wuyan to come out alive."

With one hand around the teacup, he could feel the warmth of the tea. After a moment, he said, "The Crown Prince has come alone. It's very dangerous."

After sitting down, Zhao Qingyan placed his hands in front of his knees. His wide sleeves covered his palms. When he heard this, he was slightly startled, but then he broke out into laughter. "The Grand Scholar knows, I don't like having too many people by my side."

"It's easy to forget that you're a prince who likes to roam the martial arts world."

"Where is he? I am also a prince who can only wait quietly." Zhao Qingyan smiled. No one could tell what she was thinking from her pretty eyes. "I am very grateful to the Grand Scholar."

"Thank me?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "The only one who doesn't stop me from getting wet despite calling me Crown Prince."

"Perhaps it's because when you and I are together, we often come across rainy days, and we can't stop you even if we wanted to."

Zhao Qingyan smiled. The young man's childish smile was especially clean and pretty. "Only when I'm together with Qingfeng and the university scholar can I feel the sensation of rain."

"How do you feel?"

Zhao Qingyan turned her head sideways as she looked at the rain and fog outside, feeling a little absent-minded, "Not bad, right? After all, when it rains, I can't be seen crying. "

Bai Yan Tang raised his teacup and took a sip. As he put it down, he asked softly, "Will Your Highness still cry now?" As he finished speaking, he placed the teacup on the table and let out an extremely light clank.

Zhao Qingyan spread out her hands and made a gesture of helplessness. "It's as the University Scholars see it."

"Have your tears dried up?"

Zhao Qingyan did not answer but asked back, seemingly unintentionally, "What about the university scholars?"

The two of them smiled at each other.

"I remember the last time a scholar cried. It was nine years ago." Zhao Qingyan drooped his eyes as he looked at the dark green tea. He seemed to be reminiscing and sighed, "At that time, Qingfeng said that when we grow up, we can collect his corpse."

Bai Yutang was speechless. After pondering for a moment, he silently nodded his head. "It seems that it was said."

Zhao Qingyan muttered under his breath. "Tang Xiao was foolish when he said he didn't have a body to leave the Puppet Palace."

The Whitedemon was silent.

Zhao Qingyan's fingers slowly withdrew from his knees, and he grabbed a fold, "Uncle Ran is dead, we have at least one more place to worship. Qingfeng died, but he didn't even have a single burial ground. "

Facing this youth who could clearly see everything, Bai Yutang was speechless.

"Can he go easily?" After a long time, this was the only question he could break the silence.

Zhao Qingyan subconsciously raised her head. The moment she saw the person in front of her, a white robe appeared in her eyes, then it quietly shattered. It was hard to tell if there was a deeper pallor on his face. "This is not the first time I have seen such calmness."

The youth lamented heartily. His voice was very soft, but it ruthlessly stung the heart of Bai Yutang. It took him a long time to recover from the bone-piercing pain. He wanted to smile, but he lost the strength to pretend. "Why are there so many people who are willing to die calmly?"

Zhao Qingyan held the teacup with both hands. The teacup that was no longer hot could no longer warm his hand, nor could it warm his heart. "The left side is just to make the Undead feel less guilty."

"You've grown up."

Zhao Qingyan did not raise his head. There was neither joy nor sadness in his eyes as he said, "I was just helpless."

There was nothing he could do. What he had done was to take one step after another, unable to save his life. What Zhao Qingyan was doing was to just watch as the people he cared about died in a relaxed manner.

No one is more sad than no one, no one is more fortunate than no one. The only thing they had was the word 'helpless'.

"Later, I will go back to the Light Wind Palace with you."

There was astonishment in Zhao Qingyan's eyes. After looking at him for a long time, he revealed a smile. "Thank you very much, Grand Scholar."

He shook his head, indicating that there was no need for him to say his thanks.

"Then this time." The smile in Zhao Qingyan's eyes masked the sadness. "Don't use your hands to dig. It hurts."

"Of course it will hurt. This time, I won't …"

Zhao Qingyan moved her hand away from the tea cup. Her fingers were curled up slightly, and her pale, cold fingertips touched the teacup. Her fingers were slender, and her fingernails were as white as jade.

"This time, I want to give it a try."

Bai Yan Tang stared blankly at him for a long time before replying, "As long as Hao Xing Chen doesn't accompany you."

With a smile on her face, her eyes looked exceptionally pretty. Zhao Qingyan softly said, "Jiang Wuyan agreed to accompany me. The two of us will be more than enough."

In the end, he did not stop it — it was not that he did not believe it, but rather, he did not want to stop it.

Just as Zhao Qingyan had said, he should be the only one who called him "son". He wouldn't stop him from messing around, right?

"..."

In the end, Zhao Qingyan was unable to give it a try, because there were quite a few people who called him 'Crown Prince'.

But in the end, he was still able to taste the heart-wrenching pain of his ten fingers. He had also tasted the pain of having lost all sense of feeling.

What did he mean by 'tears are drying up' … In the end, she still couldn't hold back her tears.

Twelve years of hard work had finally resulted in an end of injustice.

It was as if he had returned to the time twelve years ago when he was crying helplessly. Other than crying, there was nothing else he could do.

Ren Zong knelt down and held him in his arms, "Don't cry anymore, this is a good thing, right?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded without a word and buried his face in her uncle's arms with a choked voice, "I just, I never thought that this day would really come, that Uncle Ran would be able to be buried in peace. "Hahaha, there's no need to secretly pay respects to our teachers anymore …"

Ren Zong gently patted his back, comforting him in a low voice, "Only until now can I tell you the truth, only then can I return his innocence. I did not do anything wrong in this matter, but I have treated you shamefully. "

"No, Uncle Huang has never done anything to me that he is ashamed of. If I were your Imperial Uncle, I might not even have the chance to issue this imperial edict. " Zhao Qingyan held back her tears and got up from his arms. She looked at him with her red eyes and said hoarsely, "To be able to return the innocence of Uncle Ran is the greatest gift that royal uncle has given to me. "I …"

Ren Zong wiped away the tears on his face, interrupting him with a warm voice, "Mo'er, you don't need to thank me anymore. All these years, I have truly wronged you. When you were involved in the martial arts world, I couldn't stop you. Then, what reason do I have to blame you? "As for how the Ran Tong Xuan treats you, your royal uncle knows very well that you don't care about the Ran Tong Pavilion."

Zhao Qingyan pursed her lips and held back her tears as she quietly listened to her uncle.

Ren Zong looked at him, sighing lovingly, "My sons all died early. My Dawn died half a year ago. Fourth Sister gave birth to you. At that time, I was so envious, so envious of Fourth Brother … "I'm also praying that you can grow up healthy and not be like my child, who has already left without even seeing anything …"

Zhao Qingyan wanted to say something, but at this moment, he could not find the words to comfort her.

Everyone could guess why the Ren Sect loved him so much. Of course, he himself was no exception. All these years, even the Qi King had not been able to show the care and concern the sect had for him. In the depths of his heart, Ren Zong treated him like his own son. In twenty years, every day was like this.

However, with his body, which of the countless precious herbs he had to rely on to barely hang on to his life, how could it be related to his "health" in any way? To be honest, he should have been more associated with "premature death".

"I really, really wish I had a child like you who could stay in my arms and smile and tell me what he sees every day. I could hold his hand and teach him to write a little. When he was young, I fed him. When he was older, I taught him to recite. When he was younger, I fed him. You can watch him, grow up, marry and have children. " Ren Zong looked at his nephew's face, which already had an old expression. All that was left on his face was a father's love for his son and a sigh that he could not obtain.

"I know what it's like to lose your own child as a father. I've tasted it, and I've tasted it three times... You are Fourth Brother's only child, how can I let Fourth Brother taste this kind of taste like me? How could he bear to let you leave your biological parents? The only thing I can do is to look at you as much as I can while you are by my side, smile, run a bit more, and then sleep in satisfaction. "

Ren Zong shook his head but didn't say anything in the end, "Mo'er, in royal uncle's heart, the only thing that is more important than you is the prestige of the royal family and the peace of the world. "I do not wish for the Zhao Family's mountains to wither forever, but I hope that I can still see the rivers and mountains for as long as they exist."

"If you feel wronged, you can reverse it. A wanderer can return home." Ren Zong stroked his nephew's hair and heaved a long sigh. "Your teacher is really the best in the world." I have guarded this place for forty-two years, a full forty-two years! However, in the end, I still caused some people to lose their wives and become homeless. The past mistakes are irreparable, but I don't want to make any more mistakes. "

Zhao Qingyan, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up, "Imperial Uncle has protected my life. I am willing to do my best to protect my life without any hesitation. Everything in the martial arts world concerns me alone, I am willing to shoulder the responsibility. In any case, I'm not going to be involved with my family. In the presence of my home country, my personal greed for food and hate, my honor and disgrace and joy were never worth mentioning. Maybe I can't be truly heartless, but I know which side I should stand on. "

Ren Zong patted him on the shoulder and said gratifyingly, "That's good, that's good." He wanted to get up.

Duke Huai hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said softly, "Elder brother, you don't have to be too worried. Mo'er had always been sensible and extremely filial. He understands his royal brother's difficulties. "

Zhao Qingyan leaned forward and said, "In the past, it was Nephew who did not know that Imperial Uncle was in a difficult situation. Your nephew understands that his royal uncle is in a difficult situation. In the future, you must think twice before acting, and not make things difficult for your uncle the Pope. "

"Sigh!" Why is it starting again! " Ren Zong had just recovered his numb legs a bit when he saw him lie down and beg for forgiveness. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, so he could only glare at the people around him.

Duke Huan quickly smiled apologetically, "I spoke too much. Royal brother, please calm down. I already said that Merle is sensible, so look … " He gave his nephew a furtive look.

Zhao Qingyan blinked and laughed, "Royal Uncle, don't be in such a hurry to train Thirteenth Uncle. Sit down and rest first, let's drink some hot tea. "That way, Thirteenth Uncle can help me up — I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up on my own."

Ren Zong immediately pulled out his arm, "Go and help Mo'er up. Sit down and rest. Drink a mouthful of hot tea."

The corner of Duke Huan's mouth twitched as he replied. He walked over to help his nephew up and asked with a smile, "Do you need me to pour you a cup of hot tea?"

Zhao Qingyan could not help but laugh. "Thirteenth Uncle must be joking with me …" Be careful that I don't report this to Imperial Uncle! "

Duke Huan was stunned. He turned around and looked at Ren Zong, and the two of them laughed in unison.

He really couldn't get angry at this nephew of his at all.

The invisible barrier between uncle and nephew completely disappeared with the sound of laughter.