After the Destiny Child was reborn

"I want to die together, I don't want to be forced to do such shameful things again."

"That's right, I can renew my marriage with my wife underground."

A woman suddenly smiled: "What is dead or not? Is it dark or not?"

A few young men didn't know what she meant, and when they were about to ask questions, a voice stopped them.

"The carriage is ready, let's go out and talk."

The man wearing a grimace mask who stayed behind for a long time finally came over.

"He is..." Several young men pointed at him, stepped back a few steps, and remained vigilant.

The woman wiped her tears casually with her sleeve, and pushed her son forward: "He is the one who rescued us, thank the benefactor quickly."

Several young people were pushed in front of the ghost-faced man, and they all knelt down to him:

"Thank you benefactor for saving us. If there is no benefactor, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me and my family to meet again."

The woman also knelt down again, kowtowed several times while crying.

"Thank you benefactor, thank you!"

The ghost-faced man dodged and turned his back. The ghostly face on his face made him look like he was getting angry: "I am not the one who saved you, but my master, and he is the one you should thank."

The woman and the young man looked at each other: "The benefactor's master is..."

"The place where Marquis Xiaochuan locked us is so secret, how can anyone know? I guess the benefactor's master must also be a powerful person."

The kneeling woman was incredulous: "Could it be Prince Li?"

The ghost-faced man turned around, his eyes were so dim that he couldn't see the light: "Don't make random guesses."

"Mom, do you know who it is?" A man saw that the mother next to him didn't say a word, so he asked his mother casually.

"Oh, mother doesn't know who it is." She looked up at the ghost-faced man, "Mother asked him before, but she was very tight-lipped and refused to say a word."

Seeing that he refused to say anything, some people had a question: "Isn't this a conspiracy? What is Marquis Xiao Chuan going to do to control us?"

"The master asked me not to talk too much, and you don't want to ask too much. People who doubt me stay here quietly and wait for Hou Xiaochuan to find them."

Suddenly, a moderate voice stood out in the night:

"I think I know who it is."

Fu Yanning subconsciously turned her head to look at Liang Jingzhan, and the moonlight reflected the eyes of the people beside her, as if there was another moon in their eyes.

"His Highness did it?"

"Fu Shizhong is really smart." The moonlight in Liang Jingzhan's eyes flickered, "But the most important thing right now is to leave as soon as possible before Xiao Chuanhou finds him. There is no need to discuss who did it."

He looked down again, and through the moonlight, he could clearly see that there was an obvious mole next to the ear of the person who just claimed to know everything.

It was the person who was tied to the secret room, and his name seemed to be Li Xia just now.

Didn't expect to be able to guess like this.

Liang Jingzhan touched his chin.

Several young men and women looked at Li Xia one after another, and Li Xia's mother also grabbed his sleeve, her eyes full of expectation: "Who is it?"

The grimacing man also looked at him intently, his eyes falling on him.

"It's King Rong."

As soon as Li Xia's words came out, everyone around fell silent, not even the faintly audible sobs could be heard.

The women couldn't believe it even more: "How could it be King Rong?"

The young man also questioned: "How do you know that it was King Rong who saved us?"

"How could it be him? If you say it's Li Wang, I'd still believe it, but Rong Wang... is just a piece of shit. Who in the capital doesn't know?"

"Shut up!" The ghost-faced man shouted.

The suddenly amplified voice made everyone tremble, but the ghost-faced man's violent reaction made them understand something.

It was indeed King Rong who saved them.

"Did someone use my jade pendant to call everyone here?" Li Xia held up the jade pendant.

"Yes."

"We haven't seen you before, where have you been?"

"I was raped by King Rong..."

Before Fu Yanning could finish listening, his ears were covered.

"What is your Highness doing?" Fu Yanning grabbed his hand in dissatisfaction, trying to take it off.

Liang Jingzhan squinted his eyes, and when Li Xia finished speaking, he smiled and let go.

By the time Fu Yanning wanted to listen again, the man had already finished speaking.

Fu Yanning's question has not yet been answered.

He just wanted to know how Liang Jingzhan found the place where the Tibetans of Marquis Xiaochuan lived in just a few days.

Just now Liang Jingzhan covered his ears, obviously to prevent himself from hearing.

What else is there to hide from him?

Fu Yanning thought for a long time but couldn't think of a reasonable reason to explain this matter.

The cold wind suddenly blew past, and he finally regained his senses.

The group of people on the street didn't know what they said, they all knelt down on the ground suddenly, their bodies were facing the direction of the palace, and they each muttered: "Thank you, King Rong."

"King Rong is really our benefactor."

Someone else twitched his mouth: "Just now I called my benefactor an idiot, it's because I'm blind."

After a while, more than a dozen women and young people supported each other to get up.

"Let's go, the master has also arranged a place for you to ensure your safety."

The ghost-faced man arrived in front of the carriage, opened the curtain, and a group of people followed into the carriage.

In the night, accompanied by the moonlight, several carriages swayed all the way and drifted away.

"What did His Highness do so that I can't let the minister know?" Fu Yanning looked at the carriage going away, never forgetting what that man said, and decided to ask him after much deliberation.

"Anyway, it's nothing to be sorry for Fu Shizhong."

Liang Jingzhan turned over, resting his head on his arms, crossing his legs, looking at him lazily, still smiling at him.

He knew that Liang Jingzhan would not tell him.

Fu Yanning was relieved. He sat up, looked at the place where the carriage passed by, and thought of the bet between Liang Jingzhan and Xiao Chuanhou.

With all the evidence gone, how can he win?

But Liang Jingzhan could still laugh, and Fu Yanning couldn't help feeling angry: "Don't you think about your bet, Your Highness?"

He didn't even realize he was angry.

"Don't worry, I have my own solution." Liang Jingzhan looked up at the sky indifferently, and suddenly heard something else from his words.

The ends of his eyes twitched, he pulled Fu Yanning's sleeves, leaned forward and leaned in front of him: "Is Fu Shizhong angry? Is he afraid that I will lose to Xiao Chuanhou?"

The stars are twinkling in the sky, and the moonlight and the stars are accompanied by the quiet night.

From the corner of Fu Yanning's eyes, she inadvertently saw that when Liang Jingzhan smiled, the moonlight and starlight hidden in his eyes were bent.

It seemed that the brightest moonlight was hidden in his eyes.

But somehow he thought of the fox again.

Fu Yanning moved his eyes away from his face, and he looked up at the moon, blinking guiltily: "I didn't."

A light laugh fell into Fu Yanning's ears.

Liang Jingzhan lay back again, with a helpless voice: "I wanted to take you to see the lilacs, but at this time, the lilacs haven't bloomed yet, so I can't find anything to see for a while, why don't you and I see it tonight?" The moon."

Fu Yanning looked at the endless night sky lazily: "Why would Your Highness say that?"

Why did you bring him here, and why did you want to take him to see lilacs.

All he knew was that Liang Jingzhan had prepared all of this.

What is that for?

Before he could answer, Fu Yanning's gaze was attracted by something shining in the corner of his eye.

Under the night, the surroundings are silent, only a slowly flowing river, rippling in the moonlight, suddenly a little light shines on the river, up and down with the bend of the river.

Fu Yanning saw clearly that there were many small river lanterns.

"Does it look good?" Liang Jingzhan was lying on a piece of rubble, his eyes were full of moonlight, and he looked at his back with a smile.

Fu Yanning was inexplicably obsessed with watching, and his mind was also swaying with the river lamp.

He wanted to answer nicely, but because of his habits, it was difficult for him to express his true thoughts easily.

"It's specially prepared for you." Liang Jingzhan sat up and stood side by side with him, "I know you like to be quiet, this night is quiet, and there are only you and me, are you satisfied?"

Fu Yanning turned his head and faced those eyes, which seemed to still be able to capture the soul at night, making him a little dazed again.

In a daze, it seems that in an instant, all the past is scattered within the distance of less than one foot between him and Liang Jingzhan.

For another moment of trance, he had an absurd illusion.

Extremely unreal illusion.

Fu Yanning moved back a bit to distance himself. The other party was too close, which always made him subconsciously want to refuse: "What are you doing, Your Highness?"

"Have you forgotten what day it is today?" Liang Jingzhan's hand fell down when he was about to touch his waist, "July [-]th, you really forgot, right?"

July [-]th is his birthday.

A few fragmentary memories flashed in Fu Yanning's mind.

At an Xinglin banquet many years ago, the sage asked everyone at the banquet what they wanted to see most.

During the banquet, they all praised the benevolence and love of Emperor Tianhe, and wished that what they saw would be a sage who would guard the country for thousands of years.

At that time, Fu Yanning was just a young man who came to the banquet with his father, and he didn't have much taboo about what he said.

He has read many impassioned words and poems about serving the country loyally, so he can speak freely.

That day, in front of Emperor Tianhe and a group of scholars from the Imperial Academy, he puffed out his chest and said proudly:

"I only wish to look at the stars and rivers in the sky, and live in troubled times."

After he finished speaking, the faces of all the people present changed, and the saint's face was also extremely ugly.

Only his father and Liang Jingzhan cast appreciative eyes on him.

It was because Qianning was not stable at that time, and the people were frequently displaced due to the war, and there were smoldering fires everywhere, but the palace did not appear to be at all unstable.

Walking the birds to amuse the sparrows in peacetime is still the same in times of war, as if it has never been affected by the war.

In his opinion, it was really a chaotic world.

But in the palace, the word "troubled times" is strictly avoided.

As far as he mentioned it, he committed a big taboo.

Those words were like a needle piercing into the glitz woven on the surface of the palace, but no one was willing to wake up.

Unexpectedly, many years later, on his birthday, someone not only remembered what he said, but also did so much for him.

"It's a pity that there aren't enough stars tonight, nor are they bright enough. After much deliberation, I have to make up for the starry river you want." Liang Jingzhan looked up at the palace shrouded in the night, "The prosperous age you want to see, I believe that one day, I will see you."

Fu Yanning stared coldly at the river lanterns that could be seen in the distance, seemingly indifferent: "It was just an arrogant statement in the early years, and the king can't do that."

"Does Fu Shizhong need to tell me whether I should do what the king wants to do?"

He propped his arms behind Fu Yanning, closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the sweetness of Fu Yanning's body, "I always do what I want to do, and there is never anything unnecessary, even if you say it, I won't listen .”

In Fu Yanning's ears, that tone sounded like a stubborn playboy.

Fu Yanning was powerless against his words, he blinked his eyelashes, and a fleeting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth following the wind.

The author has something to say: There are a lot of things today, because I have to revise it every time before posting, it is already 05:30 when I am repairing today, I am repairing slowly, so I delay the time, and it is 1 minutes late!

I'm sorry!