The prince is hard to serve

Even though it was the beginning of spring, there had been heavy snowfall for several days since the past few days. The heavy snow covered the ground with a thick layer, and even if you stepped on it, you could sink half of it.

After leaving the upper study room, Yan Nanfeng stopped when he heard the noise of the little eunuch sweeping the snow, turned his head to look at the snow-covered scene, and remembered how he was huddled under the brocade quilt in the morning, and refused to act coquettishly. Yun Jing who got up couldn't help laughing.

Fu Xi, who was following behind, saw his master who rarely showed any expression smile, and guessed that he was thinking of Yun Jing again, so he took a step forward and whispered, "Your Highness, are you going to the bedroom? At this moment, The young master should go back to school after school."

Yan Nanfeng nodded, and said 'hmm'.

Back in the bedroom, as soon as he stepped into the arched door, Yan Nanfeng saw that in the pavilion in the courtyard, Yun Jing was frowning, puffing his face, and staring at the corner of the wall with wide eyes. plum tree.

Standing there watching with great interest for a while, Yan Nanfeng walked towards the pavilion, and then shook his head at the maids and eunuchs who were about to salute him. He walked behind Yunjing, bent down suddenly and said: "Jing'er, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Jing was taken aback, and after regaining his senses, he turned his head to look at Yan Nanfeng, and called out sadly, "Brother Nanfeng, you scared me!"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he changed the subject and asked, "Brother Nanfeng, how do you think you can draw well? Both you and Brother Mu are so good at drawing."

As soon as Yan Nanfeng heard it, he knew what Yunjing was worried about - his paintings must have been criticized and ridiculed again.

"I have answered this question for you several times."

With a helpless smile, Yan Nanfeng sat down beside him, stretched out his hand, and asked with a smile: "Your painting, show me?"

"it is good."

Yun Jing nodded without thinking, and responded again, then took out the painting and handed it to Yan Nanfeng, his big eyes blinked and were very bright, like a child begging for praise.

Looking at his appearance, Yan Nanfeng couldn't help but tap the tip of his nose, then smiled, and after taking it, he lowered his head to look at it, but just after taking a look, he couldn't help but burst out laughing He didn't stop until Yunjing glared at him angrily, coughed, and said after consideration: "Actually...it's quite special."

Yun Jing stared at him, hummed twice, crossed his arms, and said dissatisfiedly: "You're laughing at me too!"

Yan Nanfeng pinched his cheek, and said softly: "I'm not kidding Jinger, it's really special." After a pause, he said again: "Give me this "Picture of Falling Plum Blossoms", I will like very much."

Yun Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a long time, making sure that he really liked it, then nodded reluctantly and said: "Okay, I'll give it to Brother Zhao."

Yan Nanfeng smiled, then handed it to Fuxi behind him, asking him to take it down and frame it.

After a while, Yun Jing became happy again. He shook his feet, held his face in his hands, and asked with eyebrows bent, "Brother Nanfeng, why don't you teach me how to paint?"

Yan Nanfeng smiled and said, "Are you sure? I'm very strict."

Wrinkling his nose, Yun Jing thought for a while, and said: "Ah, forget it, I'd better go to Brother Mu to teach me, Brother Mu is a genius, he is very good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is not as busy as you. You can definitely teach me."

Yan Nanfeng didn't object when he heard the words, he just smiled, and closed his cape for him again as he loosened his cloak due to the fidgeting, and said softly, "Let Ji Yan teach you, he is the most patient and able I can cure you."

Yun Jing smiled at Yan Nanfeng, then jumped off the stone bench, waved to Yan Nanfeng and said, "Then I'll go find Brother Mu."

Yan Nanfeng nodded slightly, sat on the spot with a smile and watched the small figure disappear into the white snow.

This year, one of them was eight years old and the other was ten years old.

For many years to come, whenever Yan Nanfeng thought of this scene again and again, the joy and relaxation at this time were no longer there, and the only thing that existed was endless guilt and full of sadness and remorse.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Yan Nanfeng woke up from his sleep. He first looked blankly at the bright yellow curtain above his head. After a long while, he finally came back to his senses, and a sour wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It turned out that he was dreaming again.

I dreamed about my childhood.

Feeling uncomfortable, Emperor Yan turned sideways, and suddenly coughed violently. Fuxi, who had been waiting outside, heard the sound, walked in quickly, handed over a bright yellow handkerchief, and said worriedly: "Your Majesty, this old slave will go and invite the imperial doctor for you."

Yan Nanfeng took the handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, waved his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Forget it, the left and right imperial doctors are here, and it doesn't help."

Since the accident three years ago, his body has never recovered. Yan Nanfeng knew that he might never recover.

Fuxi looked worriedly at Emperor Yan in front of him, and then glanced at the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand, "But you..." After hesitating for a moment, he said softly, "Your Majesty, do you want this old slave to invite the prince over? "

Yan Nanfeng casually threw the handkerchief aside, shook his head and said, "No need, I'm fine." After a pause, he suddenly asked, "By the way, are the plum blossoms in the yard blooming?"

Fuxi said: "Your Majesty, it's open."

Yan Nanfeng nodded, and said, "Help me up, I want to go for a walk."

Hearing the words, Fu Xi frowned, hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't open his mouth, but waited for Emperor Yan to get up, dressed him in all his clothes, and put on a black cloak for him.

Yan Nanfeng saw that he was wearing such heavy clothes, and a trace of unwillingness flashed across his brows, but it quickly dissipated.No matter how unwilling he is, he also understands that his body is no longer as tough as it used to be, and he can no longer stand the cold.

Walking out of the hall, Yan Nanfeng saw the white snow at a glance, and the wintersweet standing in the white snow, resolutely blooming incomparably beautiful.

Walking slowly towards the plum garden, Yan Nanfeng stopped under a plum tree, raised his head again, and quietly looked at the plum blossoms blooming in front of him. As he watched, his expression gradually changed. Feeling empty—his thoughts drifted back to 12 years ago.

That year, like this time, was a snowy season.

At that time, the two people who were inseparable when they were young and who were inseparable as brothers and sisters had already drifted apart, and became a monarch and a minister. They no longer had the intimacy and joy they used to have, and there was a gap.

Back then, the Yun Jing who would follow Yan Nanfeng and call Yan Nanfeng Nanfeng's brother had become a young general, with a mighty impact on the border, and the Yan Nanfeng who would only smile when he thought of Yun Jing, He finally became the king of a country, and the heights are too cold.

Yan Nanfeng has now forgotten when he fell in love with Yunjing, but when he found out, he could no longer ignore it, but since he was a child, he was instilled with the idea that imperial power is the most important. It was because he couldn't match the thought of that high position, so he married Yunyao, and then he ascended to the highest position as he wished.

And when everything came true, Yan Nanfeng found that he could no longer find the fun and joy of his childhood, and his desire to possess Yunjing became stronger and stronger.

But he is the emperor, the king of a country, how could he be troubled by love?

So, one day, when he inadvertently heard the longing and longing of the palace attendant when he mentioned the Yun family in the palace, he finally couldn't help but attack the Yun family, and pushed Yun Jing who had already been alienated from him even further. Far.

Although 12 years have passed, Yan Nanfeng still clearly remembers that when he saw Yunjing for the last time, it was under the plum tree. Eyes, what kind of eyes are they, mixed with disappointment and sadness, more, but a touch of firmness, firmness without hesitation, how many years, when he dreams back at midnight, he will always think of it.

For a long time afterwards, Yan Nanfeng never summoned Yunjing alone again.

Yan Nanfeng had already forgotten how he was provoked, and he really believed that Yunjing was eccentric towards him, and because of the strong desire in his heart, when the Xiongnu army came down, he clearly knew that Yunjing was still alive at that time. Injured, it is not suitable to travel long distances, let alone go into battle to kill the enemy, but he was still sent out to fight.

This was the decision Yan Nanfeng regretted the most, and it was also the pain of his life.

Yun Jing died, died on the battlefield, and there was no body left. He finally completely lost his Yun Jing, the person he loved the most.

Feeling a bit of icy coolness on his cheeks, Yan Nanfeng came back from his trance. He raised his head and looked at the snowflakes that were gradually falling again. His pale and haggard face rarely showed a bit of bewilderment.

Seeing that it was snowing again, Fuxi hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, it's snowing, you can go back to your house."

After Yan Nanfeng heard what he said, he just wanted to speak, but he coughed violently again. The cough was piercing, and traces of blood escaped from his lips, dripping on the white snow, turning into a strange red. And his already pale face had now turned pale.

Fuxi was shocked when he saw him. He no longer cared about the dignity of the emperor and ministers, and called out loudly that the guards who had been waiting outside had been helping Emperor Yan back to the bedroom. He also called the other two eunuchs to let him Hurry up to the imperial hospital and the imperial study, and call the imperial doctor and the crown prince over. After a while, he thought and thought again, and asked him to invite another palace attendant to the Yun mansion, to invite Yun Jing to come over. .

Fuxi knew that Emperor Yan wanted to see Yunjing.

At that time, it was the end of December, and one day later, it would be the new year.

Yan Wenhao and the imperial doctor came very quickly, Yan Wenhao's clothes and hair were all wet, and there was still a little snow on it, and the imperial doctors were all dusty, so they came in a hurry to go to Yan Wenhao After a ceremony, they entered the palace together with Fu Xi, and began to see Emperor Yan.

This diagnosis and treatment lasted a whole afternoon.

At night, Fuxi finally came out with red eyes, and said to Yan Wenhao, "Your Highness, Your Majesty, please come in."

Seeing Fuxi's expression, Yan Wenhao's heart was shocked. He realized that Emperor Yan was going to die, and immediately felt sad. Although he didn't have much family affection, Emperor Yan was his biological father, and he had loved him a lot these years. Plus, in his heart, there was only sadness left.

With heavy steps, Yan Wenhao walked in slowly, while Fuxi stood outside the door, looking at the minister who was kneeling on the ground outside, but never saw the figure of Yunjing, and sighed deeply .

Inside the house, Yan Nanfeng looked at his second child, various emotions flashed in his eyes, but in the end, all of them disappeared.

Raising his hand with some difficulty, Yan Nanfeng waved to Yan Wenhao and said, "Wen Hao, come here."

Looking at the Emperor Yan lying on the bed, who had long since disappeared from his high spirits, Yan Wenhao felt a little sour in his heart. He walked in, squatted down in front of the bed again, and said, "Father Emperor."

Yan Nanfeng responded weakly, and then looked at Yan Wenhao quietly, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. After a long time, he looked away, and asked Yan Wenhao some words in a low voice, and then handed a An imperial decree was handed over to him.

"Okay, you go down and ask Wen Jin to come in." With a wave of his hand, Yan Nanfeng motioned for Yan Wenhao to leave. Hearing this, Yan Wenhao stood up, looked at Emperor Yan for a while, and then turned around. Turned around and left without looking back.

But after he walked a few steps, he heard Yan Nanfeng say again: "Wen Hao, in this life, you can never have both. If you want to be a couple for the rest of your life, work hard. Maybe you can be with me different……"

This was the first time Yan Nanfeng called himself "I" in front of Yan Wenhao, probably because he really didn't want to have any more regrets like him and Yunjing.

Yan Wenhao turned his back to Emperor Yan, and said seriously: "Father, it's not maybe, I and you are indeed different." After finishing speaking, he left the bedroom without staying any longer.

Later, Yan Nanfeng summoned Yan Wenjin, Mu Jiyan and Yun Chen.

After Yun Chen entered, Yan Wenhao saw Yun Jing slowly approaching from a distance.

Walking in front of Yan Wenhao, Yun Jing raised his head, looked straight into his eyes, and said softly, "Hao'er, I will see him for the last time."

Two years ago, Yun Jing took the address that Yan Wenhao gave him, and went to find the three doctors alone. After a year of searching, he finally cured his eyes.

Yan Wenhao nodded and said, "Okay."

After Yun Chen left, Yan Nanfeng coughed again. He knew that he was really dying.

With trembling hands, Yan Nanfeng picked up a painting on the bedside, slowly opened it, and touched the last pen with great nostalgia, in a trance, it seemed that he had returned to that time.

After Yun Jing walked in, what he saw was Yan Nanfeng hugging his childhood painting with his eyes closed and reminiscing. He walked in step by step. He finally reached the bed and called softly, "Your Majesty."

Hearing the voice in his memory, Yan Nanfeng suddenly opened his eyes. After seeing that it was really Yunjing, he wanted to get up, but he was already exhausted, so he couldn't get up. Yunjing looked at it, and his eyes flickered After a bit of complexity, he sighed again and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He said: "Your Majesty, don't get up, just lie down."

Yan Nanfeng stared at Yunjing intently, afraid that if he blinked, the person in front of him would disappear. He stretched out his hand cautiously, wanting to touch the person in front of him, but he was also afraid that this was just his hallucination. Once touched, it will disappear, and I have been hesitating.

Yun Jing lowered his head, looked at the man who was already emaciated, and was no longer aloof and majestic, sighed again, stretched out his hand, touched Yan Nanfeng's hand, and said, "Your Majesty, I'll come to see you gone."

Feeling the warmth disappearing at a touch, Yan Nanfeng stretched out his hand suddenly, and held Yunjing's hand that he was about to withdraw, almost exhausting all his strength. At the same time, he still didn't take his eyes off Yunjing for a moment.

After being silent for a while, Yun Jing didn't withdraw his hand, but let Yan Nanfeng hold it.

Yan Nanfeng looked at Yunjing, saw that his eyes had really recovered, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, he said softly, "Jing'er, thank you for coming."

Yun Jing opened his mouth, but Mei could speak. In fact, he didn't know what to say.

Yan Nanfeng saw Yunjing's speechlessness, but he didn't care at all, he just kept looking at Yunjing without blinking, as if he couldn't get enough of it, as if he wanted to look like this, and then completely Remember it all in your mind, even if you die, even if you are reincarnated, you can still remember it.

Time passed bit by bit, Yan Nanfeng also felt more and more tired, he was gradually letting go of Yunjing's hand, he tried hard to open his eyes, full of anticipation, and asked tenderly: " Jinger, can you call me Brother Nanfeng again?"

His complexion has turned gray, and it is very difficult for him to speak, and his voice is very low, but he still looks at Yunjing stubbornly, as if he couldn't close his eyes if he didn't hear Yunjing calling him.

Yun Jing was quiet for a moment, and finally pursed his lips slightly, and called out, but this sound was like a murmur, and he couldn't hear it at all, but Yan Nanfeng closed his eyes contentedly as if he heard it, and after a while, The hand that had been holding Yunjing all this time also dropped powerlessly.

Yun Jing looked at Emperor Yan on the bed, a layer of pain gradually appeared in his eyes, he held Yan Nanfeng again and let go of his hand, holding it tightly, after a long while, he slowly let go, and held the hand again. The scattered "Picture of Falling Plum Blossoms" was put away in Yan Nanfeng's arms, and finally he lowered his head and kissed the corner of Yan Nanfeng's lips lightly.

Standing up, Yun Jing stared at Yan Nanfeng for a long time, then called Nanfeng Brother full of remembrance, then turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall, but at the moment he turned around, a teardrop quietly fell on Yan Nanfeng. On the ground, it quickly disappeared.

No one noticed.

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As for Xie and A Lin's episode, it will be updated the day after tomorrow, and this time it will not break its promise, it will definitely be updated!