Ingenuity

A piece of snow and ice, Qingyan seemed to have never seen such a white color, his eyes were shaken very uncomfortable, but he couldn't help squinting his eyes to see the world that excited him.

"Help...help..."

Qingyan's right ear twitched like a cat's ear. He was born with keen five senses, and he could hear outrageous sounds even when it was noisy, not to mention the silence at the moment where there was only the sound of falling goose feathers and snowflakes. .

Qingyan looked for the direction and walked behind a big rock. In contrast to the present moment, the bloodstains of Hongyantan on the white snow, Qingyan frowned, and stood there looking at the boy who was half-covered by the snow without moving, "What? people?"

Hearing the voice, the young man moved his index finger, which was about to freeze and lose feeling, "Help me..."

The young man must have been left here for a long time, and this place is far away from the city; it is not realistic to enter the city, so Qingyan stepped forward, knelt down slowly along the falling snowflakes, patted the young man's face, and said softly: "Let's go!" ,go home."

Just this one sentence, accompanied the boy for more than ten years.

It's a pity that Qingyan couldn't bring the young man home, so he was surrounded by the hidden guards who came here; he was only 16 years old, although his martial arts and internal strength were superb, he could deal with seven or eight, but not seventeen or eighteen I had no choice but to rest in a dark cave with the young man on my back.

The young man had repeated high fevers, and Qingyan took good care of him; he was very unfamiliar with this snow-like world, and he didn't dare to leave the young man to wander around, so he had to feed the young man his own blood; the young man held his wrist in a daze, and his eyes were clear for a moment , the warm blood of Qingyan still remained on the lips, "You..."

Seeing that he woke up, Qingyan said with relief, "There's nothing to eat, since you're awake, let's go."

The boy's eyes were dim, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't have any money."

Qingyan thought for a while, then took out a small stone, "This should be worth a lot of money, so I went to the pawn shop to change it."

The young man described it as stern, and he had a cold temperament when he was silent, but at this moment, he held his only comfort tightly like a child, "What about you?"

Qingyan shook her head, "I don't belong here."

The boy said: "I go out by myself... I will die."

"Why?" Qingyan tilted her head, the boy was only about his age, how did he get into such trouble.

"My home country wants me to die," the young man said softly, "because they want Nancheng."

Qingyan: "You are the hostage sent by the Northern Kingdom, Prince Yan Zhi?"

The young man pursed his lips to suppress the rising unwillingness and anger, and said after a while, "My surname is not Yan! My surname is Zhuang, and my name is Hansu!"

Qingyan didn't understand for a moment, Zhuang Hansu sneered and said: "How could they be willing to send their own son as a hostage, I'm just...a worthless ant in their eyes."

Zhuang Hansu, who was breathing heavily because he couldn't suppress the hatred in his heart, suddenly coughed, Qingyan paused, and brought the blood-stained wrist to Zhuang Hansu's mouth, and said lightly: "Can you have some more?"

His tone was as indifferent as if he wanted to drink some more water.

Zhuang Hansu looked down at the white arm around his mouth, raised his head and looked at Qingyan quietly.

Qingyan looked indifferently, looked at him for a while, then withdrew his arms, "Then you also have to live, so that you can repay your country." Qingyan stood up, and stretched out his hand towards Zhuang Hansu, "Do you want to go home with me? ?”

Zhuang Hansu was sucked in by Qingyan's black eyes, and held his cool hand almost bewilderingly, only knowing to repeat his words, "Home?"

"Yeah." Qingyan tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the wound on his wrist a few times, "My home, the underground city."

After all, Qingyan gave up the chance to feel the real world, and led Zhuang Hansu out of the cave. After walking for half a day, he was besieged by the dark guards again.

Qingyan blocked the knife for Zhuang Hansu, and when he was dying, he heard Jiang Chengzi and Nanxun shouting, and vaguely saw the Nancheng guards in fish suits, and then fainted in relief.

Slowly opening his eyes, Qingyan sat up; Zhuang Hansu was no longer by his side, he didn't know why he dreamed of this for no reason, but he probably understood the past between himself and Zhuang Hansu ten years ago.

And after that?

Live separately?Never see each other again?Until he was in the Northland?

Qingyan put on a warm coat; the sun was just right, and he couldn't help but stand there and linger until footsteps came from behind, Qingyan calmed down, turned to look at the boy in fish suit, "Your Excellency?"

"His Majesty's oral order, please come down with me, young master."

Qingyan raised her eyebrows without moving, "Your Majesty invite me?"

"Yes."

The two met each other silently for a while, Qingyan almost laughed out of nowhere, "Wait for me to change into clothes that can face the saint."

"No need," the young man nodded slightly, "Love will follow you."

Qingyan probably knew that this person didn't hold his fart well, but he couldn't directly fight with others and refuse to face him; but he didn't need to think about it to know why the emperor would find him?Call him if you know who he is?

In order not to make Qingyan worry, the guard Yufu walked in front of Qingyan, and the two kept a safe distance. Qingyan was really taken all the way into the emperor's imperial study.

Is it really the emperor who wants to summon him?

It doesn't make sense at all!

The imperial study room is not small, as soon as he enters the door, there is a small conference hall. The guards lead him through the conference hall. Behind the entrance is a table and books. It should be the place where the emperor usually handles political affairs. The guards lead him to sit down and wait, and light the stove. Huo and handed Qingyan a small hand stove, and went out by himself.

Qingyan was in the mist, I really didn't know what was going on for a while, Lingshan and Lingjun didn't see each other in the morning, he must have gone to serve Zhuang Hansu, now it's not right to think about it, Zhuang Hansu probably wouldn't let himself alone , at least there will be someone left to serve.

Thinking of this, Qingyan sighed, knowing that he had been tricked, and wondered for a moment whether it was the emperor who tricked him or someone else, after all, they entered the imperial study room unimpeded, which is incredible enough.

Looking down at the hand stove in his hand, Qingyan didn't care about his own life, the soldiers came to cover the water and soil, and fell asleep after a while.

This sleep was refreshing, Qingyan woke up and found himself in another bedroom with simple furnishings; it is rare that Qingyan has lost his memory for such a long time, and even felt that this place has a familiar feeling.

"Young master?!" Qingyan tilted her head and glanced at the young man who cried out in surprise. It was the guard who brought him into the imperial study. Put it on your knees, clenched your left hand and propped it vertically on the ground, with an unconcealable excitement in your voice, "Young master! You are finally back!"

Qingyan hid herself habitually, hummed lightly, and the young man looked up with tears in his eyes, "Go out and take a look! Your people are waiting for you outside!"

Qingyan got out of bed and dressed, suddenly felt a little flustered in her heart, and her chest began to ache due to the impact of the break-up. She tried to calm herself down while putting on her clothes, Qingyan took a deep breath, and then followed the guard to the door side.

The guard stopped in front of the door that seemed extraordinarily heavy in Qingyan's eyes, and after slowly pulling the door open, gave way to Qingyan behind him.

Qingyan's pupils shrank instantly, his whole nerves tensed up, and his chin was all strained; the pain in his heart rushed up, and he couldn't suppress it or escape, Qingyan's back was stiff and did not move; outside the door was still indoors, brightly lit , there are even bright crystals hanging on the wall every ten steps, which are even more gorgeous than the light of day.

On the wide corridor—thousands of soldiers in light armor kneeling neatly on one knee.

"Waiting for the return of the city lord!"

"Waiting for the return of the city lord!"

"Waiting for the return of the city lord!"

The guard in the room knelt down by Qingyan's hand with a pious face, and said softly, "It's finally time for you, our king" amidst the reverence louder than the waves hitting the rocks.