The day I took His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to sneak out of the palace

Si Feixie entered Rong Ning's palace, took a quick look, it was still the same as before, and then saw Si Dao sitting at a coral table drinking tea, with Rong Ning's portrait hanging on the wall behind him.

Blue clothes, neckline and cuffs are purple flowers.With slender eyebrows and eyes as clear as water, she is sitting upright, her whole person is noble and elegant.

"This was painted by Yirou, and only she can draw the charm of your mother. It's hard for this child. I remember early. When your mother left, she already knew what death is." Si Dao slowly got up and walked to the portrait Before her, she touched the painting carefully, "In a blink of an eye, both of you will grow up, and you should decide for yourself about some things."

Si Feixie stood aside, looked up at Rong Ning in the portrait, and asked, "Father, I want to know if Xiao Li was taken away by the fox spirit."

"Yes, so what are you going to do? Are you stupid and unprepared to rush into the mountain?" Si Dao pointed to a low cabinet under Rong Ning's portrait, "Open it and have a look, there are things you need inside."

Hearing the words, Si Feixie stepped forward and opened the cabinet. There was a long sword inside, and when the sword was unsheathed, it shone coldly, which was inexplicably weird.

"This sword has been around for many years, do you know why I hid it here?"

"I don't know."

"The origin of this sword is nowhere to be found. The successive Emperors of Bei'an regarded it as a treasure. When your mother left, the palace was empty. I didn't want other people to live in, so I put the sword here and counted it as a gift for her." Companion." Si Dao was rarely serious, Si Feixie lightly touched the blade, feeling that it was as cold as ice.

"Daddy wants me to use it against fox spirits?"

"Otherwise? Are those broken swords comparable to the treasured sword your father gave you?" Si Dao said with a smile, "Although according to the rules, the emperor of Bei'an can only use it, but you are the prince, and you will be the emperor of Bei'an in the future, almost."

The two sat down facing each other, and after a long silence, Si Feixie asked, "Did Master Li say anything?"

Si Dao put down his teacup, and said, "He didn't blame you, and he told you not to blame yourself. The old guy can't see anything on his face, but I can actually feel that he is very worried."

Si Feixie looked at the sword and fell into deep thought. After a while, he raised his head and asked, "Then are you worried about me?"

Si Dao had already raised the teacup to his lips, but his movements froze because of these words, and the tea water rippled slightly, and after a long time, he spit out: "How can you not be worried? But I know, without Xiao Li, you will go crazy of."

Si Feixie laughed softly, with a few drops of tears in his eyes, "So, you and I are not suitable to be emperor, are we?"

"Yeah... none of us are suitable."

The emperor pays attention to ruthlessness, but Si Dao can ignore the beauties of the harem and concubines with children for Rong Ning, and he is not afraid of courtiers' dissatisfaction. stuck.

The two cups collided, just like drinking wine, but the aroma of tea is not as mellow and long as the aroma of wine.

……

When Li Rongqian woke up, the crescent moon was already hanging in the sky, and there were a few more gray foxes in his arms, which were warm, and their breathing was very soft.

Li Rongqian carefully moved them away, and pulled the quilt next to them to cover them. The little ones slept soundly and did not wake up.

He slowly got off the bed, and walked out the door with very light footsteps.

It wasn't too dark outside, probably because of the moonlight, so it was much brighter, and the sound of the waterfall in the distance couldn't be heard clearly.

He didn't know how far he had gone, and he didn't know where he was. Suddenly, he saw a bridge emitting silver light on the river. Hu Wuming was squatting beside the bridge, watching transparent sparrows, butterflies, deer and other animals crossing over. The bridge goes to the other side, and on that side, there are either broken trees in the middle, or burnt trees, or fallen trees.

"What is this?" Li Rongqian came to Hu Wuming's side and asked.

"Oh, I used my spiritual power to build a bridge for them. Over there is the place where the fire was the hardest. Among the dead are their relatives and friends." Hu Wuming's fox shape is very beautiful, under the moonlight, it can shake people mind.

"Then you..."

"Their souls want to sleep with their relatives and friends after death."

Li Rongqian sat beside Hu Wuming, watching those souls going up and down the bridge without crowding or pushing.

"Actually, this time I went down the mountain just to take the children to play. After all these years, I have enough blood on my hands."

Li Rongqian felt that nothing he said was right, so he didn't make a sound.

"I'll take you back tomorrow."

"..."

"Huh? Why don't you talk?"

"Thank you…"

"Among friends, how can I thank you so much?"