Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

Following the sudden death of Chao Taishi and the exile of the nine Chao clan,

The Chao clan, which once supported half of the country, collapsed overnight, and the dust raised by the sudden collapse of Mount Tai covered the sky and covered the sky. Everyone in the dust was ashamed, and tried every means to clean the ashes on their bodies.

Overnight, more than [-] new disciples were added under the sect of Sima Li, the great scholar. There was a lot of traffic in front of Sima's mansion, and there was an endless stream of officials who came to visit the sick.

The Sima clan had a unique moment.

There are people who work hard to cleanse themselves, and there are people who work hard to sweep away the ashes.

After the fall of the Chao family, all the problems left over were all weighed on the Prime Minister Lan Ziqing. As the ashes sweeper, Lan Ziqing bowed to the imperial study during the day and buried thousands of volumes of books late at night.

It is time, the dead of night.

The lamps and candles were flickered by the cold wind blowing into the window, and the whole room was dimmed. The half-opened window sill was wet by the rain, and the outside was already full of water and sky.

In the middle of the night, the autumn rain came suddenly.

Lan Ziqing raised his head when he heard the sound, staring at the heavy rain outside the window in a daze.

This scene came late and was very windy, which reminded him vaguely of some youthful years.

The young, lonely and indifferent Lan Zhi.

That day coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and all the students in the mountains went down to reunite with their relatives and friends. Even the teacher Ji Bian also went down to visit friends. Before Wu Han left, he invited him to his home as a guest. After hearing this, he only smiled.

When everyone was reunited with their relatives, he stayed alone on the empty and lonely mountain, sitting in the dim candlelight, flipping through the scriptures that seemed to be endless. When he looked up, there was a beading cold moon hanging outside the window.

He stared at the cold moon in a daze.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, why is he alone?

Turning his eyes to the vast night, the cold moonlight casts a layer of silver on the deep and messy mountain grass, and three graves of different sizes stand quietly in the silver light.

His father, his mother, and his young brother were buried in the grave.

There was a severe drought that year, no grass grew on the land, and the farmer had no harvest. The honest farmer looked at the hungry and crying baby and the sick wife who couldn't give any milk, gritted his teeth, and took the eldest son to the Palace of Liguo In front of the door, hand it over to the eunuch in green palace attire, and take a little bit of poor silver from that eunuch.

He stared blankly at the leaving figure, and suddenly called out "Father—"

The back froze.

He was overjoyed, and with the strength he didn't know where he broke free, he rushed forward and hugged the farmer's thigh wrapped in mud tightly.

Dad, can you take me back, I don't dare to steal anymore, I will definitely take good care of my brother.

With hot eyes, the peasant tremblingly took out dry mooncakes from his arms and handed them to him. Then, regardless of how hard he cried, he pushed him away, got on the carriage, and left indifferently.

When he was caught by the nagging eunuch and entered the palace gate, he threw the moon cake tightly in his hand into a puddle of sewage outside the palace gate.

That day was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Later, he was lucky enough to be favored by Emperor Li, and he said that he would study with the crown prince, avoiding the misfortune of becoming a slave. Later, the general Suhuang raised his troops to seize the throne, and in order to repay the kindness of Emperor Li and the crown prince, he paid homage to a world-renowned conspirator. Under the door of the machine debate.

Although the country changed hands, the family was fortunate to be safe.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival, he would go down the mountain, and stand outside the wooden window in the quiet moonlight, watching the people in the window reunite by the stove and share a plate of yellow mooncakes. The smell of cakes floated out of the window together.

A family of three.

He smiled desolately, looked up at the cold moon hanging in the corner of the sky, and turned and left silently amidst the lights of the reunion of thousands of families.

Back to the empty mountain courtyard, I buried my head in the three-foot desk, accompanied by the mountain breeze and the clear moon.

In the dim and flickering candles, I occasionally think of the three people sitting around the stove talking and laughing while eating moon cakes. Apart from sentimentality in my heart, it is more comforting.

Like a lonely boat wandering in the vast river, it finally found a dock.

News of the death of his parents and younger brother came, who was studying in the mountains

of the third year.

The honest farmer had saved enough silver, so he took his wife and children and went south with his family. Unexpectedly, he encountered robbers who robbed houses on the way.Seeing that the money he had accumulated for half his life fell into someone else's pocket, the usually meek man suddenly ran on rampage like a mad lion.

He inquired in many ways, and after several rounds, finally collected their bodies and buried them in the back mountain.

From then on in the world, there is no longer a warm lamp that belongs to him.

He is like a lone boat that has lost its direction, wandering in the dark sea forever and ever.

In a blink of an eye, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Back then he stood under the moonlit wooden window, peeking at the three of the family eating moon cakes, and felt happy in his heart, but now he is standing beside the cold and silent grave, his jade-like face is illuminated by the torch in his hand like a ghost , the white robe was fluttered by the mountain wind.

why!

Why abandon him again!

Why didn't he even give him the chance to stand outside the window and watch them eat mooncakes!

Ah Ah.

In the distance among the shadows of trees, jackdaws yelled lowly.

It seems that the endless mountain wind blows from all directions.

Standing in the cold wind, in the deathly desolation, he suddenly felt ridiculous, and tears even came out of the corners of his eyes.

In the firelight, her beautiful face became distorted little by little.

With a "snap", the torch fell in front of the grave, and the dry and flammable grass quickly caught fire, and the three graves built one by one were engulfed in the raging fire.

The fire light jumped in the bottom of the young man's dark and deep eyes, combined with that cold and distorted face, it looked extraordinarily strange and charming.

The world believes that it is safe to go to the ground, no matter how bitter and bitter the enemy is, they will not do things to destroy people's graves.

It is unheard of for such a horrific thing to burn the grave of his own parents and younger brother with his own hands.

What a crime, what a treason!

And what... despair.

Soon it rained heavily, and the entire mountain forest was covered in a net made of silver threads. The road was slippery in rainy weather, and he accidentally fell on the way back. His hair and clothes were covered with yellow mud from the rain, and his ankle seemed to be broken. It hurt like hell.

He stumbled blankly in the cold, slippery mud, raised his rain-drenched face, looked at the deserted mountains and forests around him, at the dark and gloomy tree shadows in the distance, at the majestic heavy rain above his head, at the white snow behind him. A smoky barren grave.

Really called every day should not be called, called the earth is not working.

He no longer remembers how he got back to the academy, he only remembers that night of lightning and thunder, and the heavy rain, he fell and sat alone in the heavy rain, his white robe was covered with yellow mud, he was really in a state of embarrassment.

The next day when the students returned, they found that half of the three graves had been burnt. They only said that it was caused by the thunder from heaven, and comforted Lan Zhi not to be sad. The graves of my parents and younger brother.

"Boom" there was a loud thunder.

The rain in front of the window is getting heavier.

"Hmm... what a big thunder."

Su Danchen, who was sleeping by the desk, was awakened by the thunder and saw the rain drifting in from the half-opened window sill. On a person with a strange look.

As soon as he touched Lan Ziqing's body, a chill ran down his fingertips, making him shiver unconsciously.

Hmm... Ziqing's body is so cold.

"Ziqing, you look so pale, are you sick?"

Ruyu's face in front of her was blurred and dazed by the lights, and her eyes, which were usually as deep as ink, were staring blankly at the Qingdai cloak on her body.

"Ziqing, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Su Danchen saw that something was wrong with his expression, and suddenly

Get flustered.

Lan Ziqing stared blankly at the handsome face in front of her who was full of concern, raised her slender hand like jade, caressed those bright and pure peach blossom eyes, and stroked them carefully.

"Your Highness..."

He seemed to regain his sanity from a distant place, staring at the tense-faced person in front of him in a daze, the watery light was faintly visible in the bottom of his eyes, and the elegant brows were complex, but also a little...fragile.

Fragile?

Su Danchen was taken aback by his own thoughts.

In his impression, although Ziqing looks weak, his temperament is strong and domineering. In front of him, he has always been obedient and obedient.

What's more, Ziqing is very smart, and he always behaves indifferently and softly in dealing with things, as if everything in the world is under his control. Sometimes he can't help wondering what kind of things can make Ziqing panic.

Now, this person who has always been indifferent and powerful, reveals his fragility in front of him.

Su Danchen's heart tightened for a while.

"Ziqing, what's wrong with you?"

Lan Ziqing shook his head with a smile, leaned on his shoulder lightly in the bright light, lowered his eyelashes, and said softly: "I just remembered some old things."

Hearing what he said, Su Danchen couldn't help asking: "What kind of old things make Ziqing so obsessed with it?"

There was a moment of silence on the shoulders, and after a while, he heard him softly say, "Your Highness, do you still remember the piece of moon cake that was given to the minister back then?"

Su Danchen thought about it and nodded.

He remembered that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival three years ago. He had nothing to do, so he made some moon cakes by himself, picked a few finished products and packed them into a box, and gave them to his mother and concubine. Zijin official robes, a young master with extremely elegant features, he has never seen anyone who can wear such gaudy purple gold official robes so elegantly.

While he was in a daze, the man walked down the steps, came to his side, cupped his hands and said, Chen Lan Ziqing had seen His Highness the Third Highness.

He came back to his senses and thought, so this elegant son is the new face that my grandfather often mentioned in front of him, Lan Ziqing.

He had a good impression of this humble courtier in front of him, opened his red sandalwood box, took a few months of cakes and stuffed them into his arms. Later, he was afraid that his mooncakes would be cold, so he hurriedly bid farewell to his mother and concubine. palace.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be a bit strange.

At that time, Ziqing took the mooncake with an indescribably weird expression.

"Ziqing said something old, could it be this thing?"

Su Danchen was quite puzzled, such a trivial matter, how could there be anything worth remembering?

The beauty on his shoulder neither said yes nor said no, but Su Danchen clearly felt that Ziqing hugged him even tighter, as if he would leave him if he didn't do so. have to.

This feeling of intense unease and fear was conveyed to Su Danchen through the tight embrace of the two of them.

What is Ziqing afraid of?

He couldn't think of it, the only thing he could do at this moment was to hug the person who was exceptionally abnormal tonight.

"The mooncakes that His Highness gave to the minister back then tasted very good."

After a long silence, the person on the shoulder suddenly said such an inexplicable sentence.

Su Danchen was stunned, "Ziqing wants to eat mooncakes? Then I'll make them for you some other day."

Lan Ziqing nodded slightly.

The cold guard caused by that dark and desperate night slowly melted into the embrace that was so warm and craving.

The violent wind and rain outside the window intensified, rustling the window paper.

The thunder continued, and the night sky was pierced by lightning, revealing a terrifying and gloomy face.

As it was then.

But this time, he will not fall alone in the night thunderstorm in the mountains and forests.

This person will accompany him through this life.

Isn't it.