The seventh rule of the male god

——If you want to create bonds with others, you have to bear the risk of tears.

It's winter now, few people move around in the palace, they all stay in their own palace.

Chang Li poked the charcoal fire with the fire scissors, and asked Chang Yang who was sitting on the side curiously: "Is it time for Uncle Chang Ke to come back?"

Chang Ke was King Lechuan of the current dynasty, the younger brother of Emperor Xuande, and also the father of Chang Yang. He was brave and good at fighting. It's time to return to the capital.

Chang Yang breathed a sigh of relief against the palm of her hand, the little girl has a great forgetfulness, she has long forgotten about Dong Shou and Chang Li's anger last time, and said faintly proudly showing off: "It should be, Daddy gave mother I wrote a letter home, although I didn’t mention anything about the battlefield, but the ease between the lines reveals that the battle is going well.”

Yun Changfeng came out from the back room, holding hot tea and snacks in his hand, put them on the table, and said: "I heard from grandma that when Uncle Chang Ke returns in triumph, Father will throw a big banquet to welcome Chang Ke Uncle, Ah Yang must dress up well then."

Chang Li burst out laughing, and said mockingly, "Ah Yang has small arms and legs, which princes and nobles would fall in love with her? It's better for you and me, A Feng, to stand up for a while."

Chang Yang was slightly stunned, and it took him a long time to realize what the two of them meant. He was immediately ashamed and angry, and scolded: "Ah Li, you big bastard! You actually brought Ah Feng into trouble! You bastard!"

Chang Li laughed unkindly.

"Ah Li, you're going too far!" After that, Chang Yang went forward to scratch Chang Li's itch, regardless of his daughter's body.

Yun Changfeng watched the two play, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

King Lechuan made a triumphant return to Peijing during the stormy journey, Emperor Xuande hosted a grand banquet, and the whole world was surrounded by joy.

The carriage entering the palace left deep and shallow ruts on the snow, Yun Changfeng sat on the palace wall, looked up at the vast sky, quietly as if a white crane had landed.

"What is Your Highness looking at?"

The gentle voice broke the brief thoughts, but the person on the wall seemed to have no thoughts, and still maintained the original movement, just opening and closing the corners of his mouth: "I am watching... this future country."

Just this one sentence seems to have exhausted all the oxygen in the air - time seems to have stood still for a long time.

Li Xuanhe slightly raised his head and stared at the children on the palace wall. He never changed his posture and gaze, as if he had entered another world that was not blissful. Finally, Li Xuanhe couldn't help but sullenly said: "Your Highness, don't tell me Don't you have your own safety in mind?"

Yun Changfeng rolled his eyes, seemingly puzzled, "Master, can you tell Feng'er why Feng'er takes safety at heart?"

"For the dawn of the world and for the prosperity and peace of the world."

"So that's how it is..." Yun Changfeng murmured, stood up, and walked a few steps on the palace wall. As expected, he saw his wife's worried but self-confident expression, suddenly smiled, and had a mischievous idea in his heart .

It's all A Li's fault, after staying with him for a long time, he has become a bad child.

Before Li Xuanhe could say anything, he saw the young Third Highness smiling softly at him, and then jumped towards him from the tall palace wall, wearing a large white dress like a butterfly.

Before Li Xuanhe could react, his body was already one step faster to catch this person, this butterfly that fell from a height.

Fortunately, King Lechuan's welcome banquet took away the thoughts of others, and there was no one else on the palace road.

He turned half a circle on the snow before stabilizing his figure.

The wind picked up, and the fluttering snow was like flying catkins, entangled with the clothes and hair bands, leaving and separating for a while.

"Nonsense!" After turning his mind back, Li Xuanhe felt a burst of suppressed anger later, and couldn't help but lightly reprimanded him.

Yun Changfeng looked at him, and laughed slowly and softly, the voice was extremely clear, like the jingle of water flowing in the mountains.

Li Xuanhe was taken aback for a moment, and then put his hands on his frowning brows. Those hands were icy cold, but Li Xuanhe felt a warm breath touching his skin for no reason.

At that moment, at that moment, Li Xuanhe clearly realized——

He is finished.

"Where did Ah Feng go just now?" When returning to the banquet, Yun Changfeng did not see Changli's figure, walked up to Emperor Xuande, asked softly, and replied: "I went to see the plums at the catalpa. Just right."

Emperor Xuande gave him a playful look, "I'm afraid I'm not going to see the plums at the Chuchu, but the fairies at the Chuchu."

"Father—" Yun Changfeng's cheeks were reddish, with a look of shyness that had been smashed.

Li Xuanhe stood aside, although he didn't know what the two said, but he also guessed a thing or two, and his expression was a bit indescribably complicated.

After a while of warmth between father and son, Yun Changfeng asked: "Father, do you know where Ah Li has gone?"

"Li'er has gone looking for you." Emperor Xuande said, "You two were born from the same mother's womb, and when you ask about each other's whereabouts, you also ask about the same person."

Emperor Xuande's tone was indulgent, his eyes were joyful, Yun Changfeng looked at it, and thought of something, so he found an excuse to leave under the eyes of Emperor Xuande's 'even the excuse is exactly the same'.

The next day, Yiyuan Palace.

The fire was burning in the warm cauldron, Changli was lying on the empress dowager's lap, talking about interesting things in the palace, Yun Changfeng sat on the side, talking to each other from time to time, amused the empress dowager, it was a family joy.

The queen mother took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuffed it into Changli's mouth, Changli blinked, a little dry, so he stood up and took a sip of water, glanced at Yun Changfeng from the corner of his eye, and then complained to the queen mother: "Even grandma bullies me. "

The Empress Dowager couldn't help curling her mouth, the wrinkles on her forehead became more obvious, but she was extremely kind.

Suddenly, the palace maid Min Cao hurried into the room, bowed her head in a hurry and did not dare to look at the Queen Mother, and reported: "The Empress Dowager, Princess Changyang...is gone..."

The teacup that the Queen Mother was holding fell to the ground instantly, making a thud.

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The Queen Mother picked up the teacup and threw it at King Lechuan, Changke did not escape, let the tea wet his clothes, and still knelt straight in the middle of the hall.

"Queen Mother..." Emperor Xuande stepped forward to intercede with Chang Ke, but was restrained by the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother said coldly: "There is no need to say anything about intercession. I will just ask him if he has taken his family seriously." ?”

This family refers to too many things.

Yun Changfeng stood aside, sizing up each other, with a broad forehead and straight nose, long eyebrows and thin lips, and a side face as cold and sharp as a knife. Hearing the words, he raised his head and cadenced every word, "Madam Queen Mother, I have exhausted all my strength. gone."

Already, exhausted. ——How tired is it to make His Royal Highness King Lechuan, the god of war who gallops on the battlefield and commands thousands of troops, say such words?

Everyone in the world praises King Lechuan and his concubine as a rare and loving couple who treat each other with respect as guests, but this is not the case—it is a secret of the royal family. King Lechuan actually did not love the current Lechuan. The princess, what he loves is a man, and this man is his... father.

Hearing Chang Ke's tone almost showing weakness, the Queen Mother seemed to be choked, and suddenly couldn't say a word.

It's just a farce, the most urgent thing is Chang Yang.

When the Yulin army found Changyang, it was in the dirtiest area of ​​Peijing. Princess Changyang shrank in her body, white snow and red blood, half of her pale face was facing them, and there was nothing in her eyes. It's romantic.

She didn't allow anyone to approach her until someone came out of the crowd. A child who was her age walked towards her gently, as if he was worried about disturbing her sleeping soul. He looked at her with eyes full of tears. Pamper.

Chang Yang murmured blankly: "A Li..."

"Yang, let's go home."

"……it is good."

That day, it snowed for a long time.

Many years later, Chang Yang could no longer remember the scene at that time, but only remembered her A Li, her A Li, who carried her back to Yiyuan Palace step by step.

The crow is asleep, and the Changxin palace lanterns are endless, only the sound of footsteps on the snow can be heard for half a lifetime.

——She has already aged for half her life.