The second son of the prince's family

The door of the room was tightly closed, and the Dashan Oriole and the parrot were shut out.

Huang Li looked at the door with a serious expression, and the worry in her heart would not go away no matter what.But outside, she couldn't hear the voices talking inside at all, so she could only feel anxious.

The parrot also stood aside, with a worried expression on her face, her brows were tightly furrowed, but she didn't know whether she was worried about the person just now or the young master.

Oriole pursed her lips and walked over, grabbed the parrot's arm and silently pulled her aside, and stood under the plum tree in the yard, a certain distance away from the mountain.

Huang Li looked at Dashan, and he stared at the door expressionlessly, as if he was thinking about something, and didn't pay attention to this side.

"That Ping An, what does he do? Do you know?" Huang Li lowered her voice with a serious voice and a stern expression.

The parrot frowned, with a hesitant expression, not as crisp as before.

Huang Li pinched her arm angrily, looked at the parrot fiercely and said, "Tell me, how did you know him?"

"I really don't know. I met Ping An outside our mansion. He was injured all over his body at that time, so I secretly rescued him and returned to the palace."

The parrot looked hesitant, with a flickering expression, and said softly: "At that time, he, he was injured so badly, and I didn't know who he was, so I didn't dare to tell you."

"You!" Huang Li was turned blue by her anger, and roared in a low voice: "What if he is a bad person? The wounds on his body were hunted down by the enemy, haven't you thought about it?"

"Of course I have thought about it! But, but, Sister Huang Li, what do you think you want to pursue in your life? I am the servant of the young master, and the young master treats me well. In other pursuits, even if he is a sea of ​​swords and swords, I will go for it."

She had a stubborn expression, and her eyes were very stubborn. Huang Li was so angry with her that she couldn't help it, so she turned around on the spot, but there was still no movement in the room, and she turned back to look at the parrot: "If something happens to you, young master, I can't spare you. !"

The parrot bit its lip and did not refute.

She didn't know the relationship between Ping An and the young master, what was the origin, but her intuition told her that it was impossible for Ping An to hurt the young master.

Although he comforted himself in this way, the parrot was still a little uneasy.

In the room, the light is dim, and the sunlight slantly shines in from the window, with clear boundaries between light and dark.

Pei Qian was sitting on a chair, with a wooden table in the middle, and Ping An was sitting opposite.

Neither of them said a word, they looked at each other.

The little lady also nestled quietly on Pei Qian's lap without making a sound.

"Do you know what kind of bird this is?"

Pei Qian remained silent, his expression stern and vigilant.

"Thousands of miles of colorful swallows, there are only three in this world, and the one you have here is the youngest."

In the forest of Dongjing, there is a group of people who are far away from the world. They are friends with Qianli Caiyan. Although they are far away from the world, they are still very clear about the outside world. gossip.

Qianli Caiyan's language can only be understood by Dongjing people.

But then an epidemic happened, and there were only a dozen Dongjing people left, and the number of colorful swallows also decreased sharply.

But everyone still longed for life outside. At this time, someone finally couldn't bear the loneliness, left Dongjing, and went outside.

When this example spread, the others couldn't hold back and wanted to go outside for a walk. No matter how dangerous the patriarch said outside, no one listened to him.

It's just that the people outside are not so beautiful, there are many liars or vicious people.

Seeing that Pei Qian's face was cold, but his eyes couldn't hide the inquiry, Ping An smiled faintly, with bitterness and sadness.

In fact, he is not much like that old man, only his eyes, which are a little similar, but his temperament and figure are very similar to him at that time.

"What are you talking to me about, Dongjing people? I read it in a book. It's a matter of the previous dynasty."

Pingan nodded, and said, "Yes. But the story I want to tell has something to do with the Dongjing people."

Pei Qian looked at him calmly, with the tails of his eyes raised slightly, seemingly absent-minded, but his eyes were sharp and indifferent, as if to see what he could make up.

Ping An sighed in his heart, this expression was too much like that person.

Pingan looked at Pei Qian intently, and continued: "Later, the Dongjing people experienced some disasters, so I won't describe them one by one. There are only a few Dongjing people left. When I was young, I didn't know what Dongjing people were." Or people from the Central Plains."

After entering the palace, he was accompanied by Pei Shen, the eighth prince who was most favored at that time, and only found out in the Library Pavilion that there are Dongjing people in this world, they are so miraculous.

Once, a colorful bird flew into the palace wall, and Ping An learned that he was from Dongjing, and the Eighth Prince Pei Shen was also from Dongjing.

When he knew about this at the time, he almost frightened him, but when he thought about it, maybe the eighth prince's biological mother, Concubine Hui, was from Dongjing.

But Empress Hui, no one does not know her, she is the most favored woman of the late emperor, no one knows her origin, she is the emperor's cousin, how could she be from Dongjing?

Ping An has been investigating this matter silently.

It's just that he was too young at the time to have the ability to find out about this matter.

He also had the same thought at the time, anyway, Pei Shen was the most favored eighth prince of the Holy Majesty, so what else did he care about.

But the mind of the emperor is the most unpredictable, if you are favored today, how can you know if you will still be here tomorrow.

Not long after, Concubine Hui was thrown into limbo, and Pei Shen was placed under house arrest in a small temple in the eastern suburbs.

Ping An was only 12 years old at the time, his own home was ransacked, his father was imprisoned, and he managed to escape, only to vaguely know that Pei Shen was not the emperor's child.

Concubine Hui seems to have a relationship with her father.

Afterwards, he has been hunted down, evaded, and hunted down.

Half a year later, there was a sudden palace change in the imperial city, and Ping An sneaked back to Yanjing, only to find that the eighth prince had passed away.

Having said that, Pei Qian's eyes moved slightly, staring at Ping An with clear and bright eyes.

His heart was pounding, and his intuition told him that the former eighth prince that Ping An mentioned was related to his parents.

Pei Shen, Pei Shen.

He irresistibly kept chanting the name silently in his heart, and a trace of unknown thin thread pulled his heartbeat from his limbs, bang, bang, bang again and again.

Pei Qian heard his slightly hoarse voice ask: "The old man you mentioned is this former prince?"

In the end, I still couldn't pronounce these two words.

Pei Qian nodded sadly when he saw Ping'an's eyes, and the pounding heart in his chest suddenly fell to the ground and calmed down.

At this moment, he already believed what this person said.

A voice in my heart told me that what he said was true.

Pei Qian was expressionless, and said lightly: "Since the old man you mentioned is him, you said that I resemble him, but it is not without grounds. The parrot followed you, and you must know my identity. Your An old man, he is my uncle, so why is it so strange that I look similar to him?"

Ping An smiled slightly, with a strange color in his eyes, and said softly: "I've said it just now, do you think why the concubine Hui who was being favored was thrown into the cold palace, the most beloved prince of the late emperor, suddenly He was imprisoned in an unknown temple for no reason? Because he was not a child of the late emperor at all, he and King Qi, and the current emperor have no blood relationship at all, so why not be surprised?"

"Besides, you can talk to Qianli Caiyan."

Pei Qian pursed his lips and looked at him coldly, his mind was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time.

Is that man his father?

Must be, must be.

I don't know what kind of person that is, he, how did he have himself, and what about his mother?

Pei Qian forbade himself to think about this. What Ping An said was all lies. He was lying to himself. No matter who his parents were, it didn't matter anymore. He didn't need parents.

His whole body was stiff, and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth, so he could only stare blankly at Ping An.

Pei Qian didn't know how he got back. He was lying on the bed in the inn, staring at the curtain on the top of the bed in a trance, thinking about what Ping An said to him.

There are not many classics about the affairs of the previous dynasty. Everyone kept secret about the people and events of the previous dynasty during the palace change 16 years ago, and dared not mention it.

So much so that no one knew that there was an eighth prince who was loved by the world in the previous dynasty.

When he was young, after knowing that he was not Du Qingqing's child, he fantasized about what his mother was like and who she was, and believed that one day his mother would come to pick him up, and his father would barely be able to take his brother with him. Pei Ye and his family live together.

When I grow up, I no longer have this fantasy.

No one can save themselves.

Later, when he realized that he was not Pei Qing's child, it seemed that the world had played a huge joke on him.His mother was not his mother, and his father was not his father.

He is an unwanted child.

No one wants himself, no one expects himself.No matter where you are, you are not welcome to see yourself, just hide in a small courtyard and don't come out to block other people's eyes.

Pei Qian curled up on the bed, biting his lips tightly, the grief and grievance in his heart knocked him down.

If his biological father was around, would he feel sad seeing himself like this, would he be sad?

But, that Ping An said, he is no longer there.

It was hard to find out who it was, but he was gone.

He became an unwanted child again.