There are always humans who pursue me [system]

The Seventh Prince's expression and attitude were indeed a little weird, but Ling Jiu didn't care about the other's weirdness. He just picked up the small milk pot and poured milk into the bowl, and politely asked the other party again if he wanted to drink.

In fact, Lingjiu didn't want to share the milk at all, but the third generation kept reminding him that ancient humans were very particular about etiquette. If you want to complete task two, you'd better not be rude.And Qin Zhenghan was very familiar, walked to the table, sat down, "...Okay, thank you."

The simple dark blue robe was worn by him with a peerless demeanor, and his long hair was only tied behind him with a jade ribbon, drawing a stream of light. He sat calmly, like a hermit playing the piano and playing ink indifferently.

The steaming bowl was immediately placed in front of him, but it was just ordinary milk, but it made Qin Zhenghan feel that it was a hundred times better than bird's nest and ginseng soup. This cold late autumn morning feels warm.

So the two of them, the prince and the emperor, just sat at the same table and drank the milk that the nobles in the whole Eastern Desolate Kingdom thought was cheap and inferior.

Qin Zhenghan drank slowly, sipping his thin lips lightly along the mouth of the bowl, showing elegance in his gestures, as if drinking tea, giving people the illusion of being very cherished; Lingjiu drank very seriously, With half-down eyes, he swallowed the milk one mouthful at a time, and then gulped it down, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hair shone brightly in the morning light, making people want to reach out and touch it.

The boy's skin was the most perfect skin Qin Zhenghan had ever seen, as white as the milk in the bowl, with a layer of beautiful powder on it.He quickly drank most of the bowl of milk, and finally raised his neck to pour the remaining little into his stomach, and licked the edge of the bowl, just like a little milk dog licking a rice bowl.

Qin Zhenghan's already gentle gaze was so gentle that it seemed to be able to tolerate everything. He pointed to the 'milk mustache' hanging on the young man's mouth, and said with a gentle smile in his tone: "It's touched."

So Ling Jiu, who had finished licking the edge of the bowl, licked Weidu's lips again, and licked the 'milk mustache' clean before Qin Zhenghan took out the brocade handkerchief, very capable.But he didn't know how seductive his action was, and how pink and cute the exposed tip of his tongue was, that unknowing temptation even made Qin Zhenghan's eyes darken.

For a moment, even the temperament changed from light to dark, and the dark red circle that had made the guards suspicious also came to the eyeballs, and his expression also showed a trace of struggle, and the hand holding the bowl suddenly tightened, as if he was fighting hard for something. Or the same as suppressing its efforts.

However, he succeeded in suppressing it very quickly, the dark red faded, and his expression and temperament returned to normal. He gently put down the bowl and said, "Master Ling, I read your poem and I like it very much."

At [-], I didn't realize what the poem was, but I heard Qin Zhenghan continue: "especially the sentence that the heights are too cold, the more you taste it, the more shocking it will be; and the sentence that time is like a dream, I can't help but feel it." There are thousands of sighs..."

His fingertips slowly rubbed against the wall of the bowl, as gently as if he was stroking a lover, and his tone seemed to be sighing, "I have read every poem of yours many times. I never thought before that there are such geniuses and gentlemen in this world." Such literary talents. But I have been into literature since I was young, and I have studied hard so far. I think I have learned a lot, but the articles I write are completely incomparable with yours." At this point, I smiled bitterly, and then asked seriously: "I don't know if you have written Have you read other articles? Can you choose two more at random for me to admire?"

Only then did Ling Jiu realize that what the other party was talking about was the poem he wrote when he mistakenly entered the assessment hall of Wendao Academy, so he shook his head and replied, "...No."

To be honest, Ling Jiu doesn't think there's anything wrong with his reply at all, but he doesn't know that any literati has never written a lot of poems, even if they secretly wrote doggerel, so no one will believe this sentence "no" , but rather like a blunt rejection.Qin Zhenghan's eyes showed disappointment, he opened his mouth to speak, but coughed first, and the cough became more and more fierce, the hand resting on his lips trembled with the coughing, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

The third generation then said to Ling Jiu: "Your answer is too blunt. Subject No. 3 has a weak personality. Unlike other people, he is very fragile in body and mind. For his health, I suggest you follow the he comes……"

The coughing over there continued, and the sound pierced into the eardrums, which made people's heart inexplicably tense, and made Ling Jiu slightly frown, not knowing what to do.Qin Zhenghan coughed and asked, "...Does Young Master Ling dislike me?"

Lingjiu almost nodded truthfully——because the artificial man did not like anyone, but he didn't hate anyone either.Fortunately, the third generation stopped him in time, so he abruptly changed his nod to a shake of his head, "...No."

But the pause before shaking his head already explained the problem. Qin Zhenghan saw obvious injuries besides loss in his eyes, but he said in a low voice: "It's okay, I know that a frail person like me is not good at all." Lovely..."

Having said that, he couldn't help coughing a few more times, his handsome and pale cheeks were flushed with a morbid beauty.But there was no resentment or unwillingness in his tone, it was still as gentle as water, but there was an indescribable dejection in this gentleness.

"You can see that you have aroused the pessimism of the survey subjects," Sandai said to Lingjiu again: "The survey subjects just asked you for some poems. This is not easy for you. Get it from the database quickly. Search for some inspirational poems to comfort him..."

So Ling Jiu finally searched for some poems according to the third generation's suggestion, and even the host of Chicken Soup for the Soul encouraged the other party very earnestly: "...I don't...I don't like you,...and the health...is not...it's nothing. ...'The sharp edge of the sword is sharpened from..., the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the...bitter cold',...'The wind and the waves...sometimes,...the clouds and sails...to the sea',...those are all...the test on the road to success. Even if there is One day, you are forced into a desperate situation...you don't need to be discouraged...'The mountain is heavy and the river is back...There is no way,...the willows are dark and the flowers are bright...another village',...'Old and strong,...Ning to move the heart of the white head,...Poverty And Yi Jian,... the ambition not to fall into the blue clouds..."

The unique and pleasant voice of a young man casually uttered one after another a very connotative and shocking verse, which made Qin Zhenghan sit up slowly, and his eyes lit up little by little.In the end, it was even brighter than the morning light that filled the room, and it was hot and crazy, just like a traveler in the desert saw the clear spring that he dreamed of.

It was unexpected and surprising that this kind of look would appear on the face of such a modest gentleman, and Ling Jiu thought that his encouragement had played a role, rekindling the other party's hope for life, and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

However, the moment he was relieved, he was held by the wrist by the opponent, and he was immediately alerted because the body was touched, and he was not sure whether to launch a self-defense counterattack because he did not feel the murderous aura.

Qin Zhenghan couldn't help but make the impulsive move to hold Ling Jiu's wrist because he had a lot to say but was stuck in his throat for no reason.He has always been a man who can restrain himself very much, but he lost control at this moment, and the boy's hand was a circle smaller than his hand, which just fit perfectly into his palm.

Although the body temperature was slightly cold, but it was hot, Qin Zhenghan's mind was shaken. The touch of the young man's skin was as delicate as fine silk or cool running water, which made people unable to help but indulge.

Ling Jiu was still judging whether he should fight back or not, and subconsciously tilted his head, with confusion in his eyes.The color of the eyes is the purest black, like a water mirror, Qin Zhenghan clearly saw his own reflection in those eyes.

His hands froze slightly, and his thinking was also dazed for a moment. Even the excitement that had just risen because of the poem dissipated most of it, and he even moved his eyes in a panic.

When he was a child, he once heard a little eunuch in the palace tell tales of ghosts, saying that there are monsters who can deceive people by their appearance, and then deceive people's hearts to feed on them, but he didn't believe that anyone would be so stupid as to be willing to give up his heart for the sake of beauty. .Now he suddenly believed it, and found sadly and helplessly that he was also the kind of vulgar person who would judge people by their appearance, because his heart was beating slowly at this moment, completely out of the control of his brain.

The scene of the two holding hands happened to fall into the eyes of Qin Lie who was rushing to look for someone, his face immediately darkened, he was unhappy and at the same time had an inexplicably bad premonition.This premonition grew even bigger after Qin Zhenghan read out the will of Emperor Donghuang, and even had the idea of ​​going to the imperial city with Ling Jiu.

"No."

This is probably the first time that King Anping spoke to his only son in such a stern tone, his expression was like cold steel, "The battle to seize the throne has begun, the imperial city is full of dangers, and the storm is coming. The smartest thing to do now is not to rush Standing in line, but being a neutral faction. What's more, the identity of Anping Palace is sensitive, and it's too late to stay away from disputes. You are still rushing to find death, it's just nonsense!"

Qin Lie, who was dizzy with jealousy, raised his crown like a little rooster and yelled unconvinced like a puppy: "I'm not messing around! And since the imperial city is so dangerous, I want to go with him even more. Don't try to stop me!"

"Presumptuous!!" King Anping slapped the table hard, and the chickens and puppies all fell silent in an instant.After all, King Anping is a prince in charge of a fief, and the aura accumulated over the years is there, and the majesty of disciplining his son is still there, and then he said sharply: "I don't ask what you think about him, I just ask you What can you do to help him by going to the imperial city? Your restless temper alone is enough to bring disaster, not to mention that you have only cultivated to Wuzong, if you encounter anything, it will only become a drag..."

The young son once again realized his incompetence, and the most painful thing in a man's life is probably meeting someone he wants to protect firmly at a fledgling age.He wanted to give everything to the other party, but he had nothing.Qin Lie suddenly felt as if a thousand-hundred-pound weight was pressing on him, making him speechless and unable to turn over, he could only grit his teeth and his eyes were red.

King Anping looked at him, and subconsciously softened his tone, "You are still young, and the young master of the Ling family is younger than you, you still don't understand feelings at all, not to mention that he just went to the imperial city to be enshrined, There will always be a day when you come back to take over the Ling family, and when you meet again, your mood will be completely different..."

But I don't know that it is the separation at this moment that further deepens the obsession.Although Qin Lie's heart will be temporarily silent because of this, when we meet again, the previously accumulated emotions will be multiplied and exploded, forming an unimaginable force that no one can shake or restrain. Be more enthusiastic around each other.

"Next month's Changzhi Festival will hold a poetry banquet and a plum appreciation banquet," King Anping continued, "There will be many girls of the same age as you participating. You should go and see more, and you will find that they are all like flowers. Beautiful and cute..."

Qin Lie didn't speak.

Because he has already buried a unique flower in his heart, no matter how beautiful and lovely the others are, they don't have any meaning to him.Human emotions are so mysterious and strange, food, drink and clothing can be handled in a hurry, and they can be dealt with at a critical moment. Only feelings, even if you want to make do, you can't force it.

It's a pity that the person Qin Lie loves doesn't understand feelings at all, but cares about food. After learning about going to the imperial city, the first question is how far is the journey and how to eat on the way.

"The distance is not too far," Qin Zhenghan explained gently and patiently, "It will take three days if it is quick, but the journey is indeed a bit difficult, and you may have to eat three meals a day, or even camp in the wild."

As soon as he heard that the three meals were uncertain, Ling Jiu immediately said bluntly: "...then I don't want to... go."

Qin Zhenghan hadn't thought that there would be someone who was unwilling to accept the appointment of an official and rank, so he could not help being stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, if you don't go, you are resisting the edict, even if you have cultivated to Emperor Wu, you can't despise the imperial power... "

In the memory read from the corpse's brain before [-], it seemed that it was mentioned that despising the imperial power would lead to imprisonment.Being in jail is nothing to Ling Jiu, but the portion of prison food is usually very small.But if the royal family does not exist, there is no need to talk about contempt or contempt, and there is no need to worry about resisting orders and going to jail.

Qin Zhenghan was completely unaware that the young man in front of him had already considered the terrible idea of ​​overthrowing or annihilating the imperial family. He only thought that the reason why he didn't want to go to the imperial city was introverted, so he explained to him in detail the Eastern Desolation Emperor and several people. Prince's character traits.

"Father is cunning, eldest prince Qin Zhengzhe is benevolent, second prince Qin Siyuan is cautious, third prince died young, fourth prince Qin Yuanhong is bold, fifth prince Qin Jingwei is calm and introverted, sixth prince Qin Zhennan is smart and pragmatic... "

At this moment, what Qin Zhenghan said were all good points, but if it was him at night, he might have changed to another completely different way of saying it.But now it was dusk, and there was still some time before night, but Qin Zhenghan suddenly stopped speaking at this moment, and frowned.

A look of struggle immediately appeared between his brows and eyes, Qin Zhenghan lowered his head slightly, and secretly clenched his fists.A gust of north wind blew the window lattice, and blew in through the unclosed gap, the surrounding warmth dissipated all of a sudden, replaced by indescribable cold.Qin Zhenghan raised his head again when the wind stopped, his eyes were sharp, even like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

But it quickly faded away, so fast that one would suspect that it was just an illusion, then raised her lips and smiled slightly at Ling Jiu, "...Sorry, what I just said was wrong."

"The father is not scheming but suspicious, the first prince is not benevolent but hypocritical, the second prince is not cautious but cowardly and incompetent, the fourth prince is not bold but arrogant, the fifth prince is not calm but selfish and ruthless, the sixth prince is not Pragmatic but treacherous and vicious..."

He finished speaking in the same gentle voice as before, but paused when he talked about himself.

"As for the Seventh Prince, I don't know what kind of character I am." The tone became a little more solemn and serious, as if swearing: "But no matter what the character is, I will not harm you."