My child's father is me

"The emperor... died?"

Qi Mo struggled to stand up, his face was as white as a sheet of paper.

how can that be possible?Father is so good, everyone praises him as a wise monarch.

He never indulged in tyrannical pleasures, never spent money from migrant workers to repair palaces, never subdued criminals, and he knew every detail.

He never launched wars at will, causing the people's families to be destroyed. Since the year he was in power, the border has been stable and there has been no turmoil for more than [-] years.

He personally taught children to write calligraphy and painting. He also wore flowers on his skirts, chatted and laughed with them, had wine and tea with them, and talked about governing the country, regulating the family, and bringing peace to the world.

However, such a good monarch, such a good father, how could...

Died without warning?

On the day when I left the capital, I clearly made an appointment with him, playing with my child's temper, asking him to hold a banquet on the day when I returned to welcome him.

The past has become a cloud of smoke, drifting away in the air, and suddenly disappeared in a moment.

Shen Huaibi watched him stand up alone, stumbling out while leaning on the wall, and couldn't think of anything to comfort him for a moment.

Xu Yi didn't expect that there was someone in Shen Huaibi's bed tent, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

First he was dizzy, which made Qi Mo unable to tell what night it was, and what followed was overwhelming nausea.

Qi Mo staggered a few steps, leaned on the wall and retched.

As soon as he woke up yesterday, he ran to look for Shen Huaibi, but he didn't drink a drop of water.When eating dinner, his injured back was on fire, and the pain caused him to put down his chopsticks early without taking a few bites.Even if he wanted to vomit, he could only spit out a few mouthfuls of sour water.

Qi Mo locked himself in that small room for two days and two nights.

During this period, except for the untouched meals that Li Fengwei sent in and took out with shaking his head, no one could enter his room anymore.

Shen Huaibi stood in front of his window several times, and saw that no matter it was day or night, there was a lamp like a bean inside, and a black figure was sitting on the lower edge of the bed, holding his knees with both hands, not moving for a long time.

Qi Mo seemed like a careless drag, but Shen Huaibi knew that this man couldn't move eight cows, let alone try to persuade him to untie his knot.

Shen Huaibi stood lonely and speechless for a while, then turned and left under the urging of Li Fengwei beside him.

The bean-like lamp swayed in the breeze, and the lingering light warmed people's hearts softly and warmly.

Qi Mo curled up under the warm yellow light, indifferent, indifferent, indifferent, as if he was still a simple little prince who had a home to go back to, and relatives who were still waiting, even if he was scolded for being useless occasionally, he would so what?

The concubine mother left early, and he lived alone in the huge palace, and he couldn't find a companion to talk to.

Several royal brothers rushed to court his father and emperor, but they treated him with modesty and courtesy, and there was no room for bullying him.Ever since they got the crown, they had inevitably become estranged. Only the father treated him with the same sincerity as before, taught him the way of a gentleman, and treated him with warmth like jade.Teach him to make good use of the power in his hand to seek happiness and peace for the people.

But now is the time of peace and prosperity, the people have plenty of granaries and granaries, and they don't have to worry about food and drink. When the father left, he took half of the country with him.

He sniffed, and he hadn't shed a tear in the past few days.

It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't cry.

Qi Mo didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't dare to rest, and when he closed his eyes a few times, his father Huang Shu Lang's smiling eyebrows appeared in front of his eyes.He was afraid that if he fell asleep, this fact, which he could not accept until now, would turn from a nightmare to reality. Only a lamp like a bean was lightly tied to his mind.

I don't know if it's his illusion or reality, but the melodious music of Qingle came from outside the house, trembling around the beams of the house.

Qi Mo listened intently for a while, his expression moved slightly——

That song is "Three Folds of Snow White".

It's a pity that Uncle Rong is nowhere to be found now, and his father died suddenly. The change happened too fast for him to accept.

Qi Mo let out a long sigh and stood up propping the wall.

After all, it is the foundation of a young body, and the wound on the back has scabbed and stopped bleeding, which can be regarded as self-healing without medicine.

He moved his already numb limbs twice, and pushed open the door.

Standing outside in white clothes by the window, the wind hooked the lower edge of the robe, causing layers of ripples.Her hair was not tied up, but was half-tied and fluttering in the wind, with a three-point style.Those eyes were light amber, and the corners of the eyes were slightly raised. I don't know if it was the wind blowing for a long time or what, there was a tinge of red at the end of the eyes.The man held a green leaf in his hand, and was leaning against his rosy lips, blowing a creaking tune.

When Shen Huaibi saw him coming out, his expression was still unruffled. He played a whole piece of music before looking at Qi Mo.

He didn't say any comforting words, and he just said: "There will be thieves and chaos in Xuzhou, I will lead people to suppress it, and then go east all the way to guard the imperial city."

Qi Mo's mental state has been extremely poor these past few days. His whole body seems to have been sucked away by some kind of spirit. His body seemed to stand upright.

His eyes became very big, and he looked at Shen Huaibi motionlessly.

"Let's leave this afternoon." Shen Huaibi walked over and held his hand that was hanging on the side, feeling cold to the touch.

"Who is in power now?" Qi Mo's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if it had been rubbed by dead trees and grass branches.

Shen Huaibi held his hand and led him to the dining room.The palm of the hand holding him was warm and dry, covered with a thin layer of calluses, which inexplicably gave people a sense of peace of mind.He said softly: "There is no new emperor enthroned, and King Anfu will take over as regent and temporarily take charge of the government."

The chef's mother felt sorry for Qi Mo, and even in the early morning, she made him a big bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles, sprinkled with green onion, and spread a thinly fried egg on top. It was delicious in color and fragrance.

Qi Mo had no time to take care of these, thanked the chef's mother, pulled a few noodles in two or three mouthfuls, put down the bowl and went back to the house.

Shen Huaibi followed him, but didn't speak when he saw him, but just looked at him fixedly.He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, just said:

"Go and change your clothes, something lighter, or you won't be able to ride a horse... Do you still want to sit in a sedan chair and let me send someone to carry you to Xuzhou?"

Qi Mo nodded silently, and did not avoid suspicion. He tore off his girdle in front of him, and the Tsing Yi fell down, revealing the scabbed wound on his back.

Shen Huaibi opened his mouth, and just about to ask him if he needs to help him apply some medicine, when he saw Qi Mo put on his clothes with his hands, and got dressed very quickly, as if he didn't feel the pain caused by the cloth rubbing against his back.

He wrapped up his girdle and put on the silver-white light armor. His thin waist was strangled by the girdle, but his complexion was pale, without the blood color that is often seen on human faces.

Shen Huaibi threw him the note that had been hidden in his sleeve all the time, with a calm expression: "This journey is difficult and dangerous, and I lead a large number of people. If there is a surprise attack, I may not be able to protect you well. You and I learn a few tricks, not teaching you As an apprentice...if you want to call, you can call Senior Brother."

Qi Mo's face finally stirred up a little wave. The wooden handle of the leaving whip in his hand has intricate and gorgeous patterns, and the hand feels warm and cool.

"Give it to me? Then what do you use?"

Liu Xing probably never used it for anyone else. The most convenient weapon Jiangbei Bawanghua uses is a whip that can eat people without spitting out the skin. Qi Mo has heard of this for a long time.But he never thought that this murderous weapon would be given to him.

Shen Huaibi looked completely indifferent, squinting slightly and said: "There are so many weapons, I can just find a knife or a bow and arrow, who is as useless as you? If you want to have the ability to protect yourself in a short time , I can only lend you the most learned whip for a while."

Qi Mo shook his head, put Liu Xing in his hands without any explanation, turned and entered the room.

Shen Huaibi watched him rummage through the big wooden box he brought from the capital for a while, and when he ran out, he held a slingshot in his hand.

"Since General Shen doesn't need me to charge forward with a sharp weapon, it's still a waste of money to leave it to me. This slingshot is something I've been playing with since I was a child, and I have broken many palaces because of my fun. The paper window was scolded by Mr. Xi and my father. It is enough for me."

Hearing what he said, Shen Huaibi knew that she would not be able to persuade him for a while, so she had no choice but to give up.

"Then... can I still be called Senior Brother Shen, General?" Qi Mo realized that something was wrong after finishing speaking, and smiled at himself: "The separation of clansmen, blood and blood, if the general is willing to give me A little illusory thought, I thought..."

I thought the farewell table was still there, things are people, and the scene still exists.

Shen Huaibi himself also left at the age of 14, his family was wiped out, he had no relatives around him, and he was lonely, only the cold-blooded iron-bladed weapons in the barracks accompanied him.

Although it is not self-pity, but there is also a sense of loneliness and empathy.

Therefore, Shen Huaibi only hesitated for a few moments, and then agreed: "You can call if you want... You are not allowed to call in front of my subordinates."

Qi Mo bent the corners of his eyes and gave a shallow smile.

In the 28th year of Jiaqing, Shen Huaibi, the general of Zhenbei, together with the eleventh prince Qi Mo, led eight hundred cavalry soldiers, all the way east.

The chariots started from the north of the Yangtze River, and the onlookers watched the people's soup, and they all shed tears to see them off, feeling quite reluctant to part with them.

Shen Huaibi was dressed in white light armor, riding a prancing horse, with a whip in his hand meandering——

He knew that after leaving now, he would not know how long it would be before he could return to Jiangbei.

A drizzle fell under the gray sky, and the people who came to see them off were drenched in the rain and finally receded.Qi Mo's horse is still the motley horse. Shen Huaibi asked someone to get it out of the stable on purpose, saying that it was His Highness the Eleventh's favorite. He was afraid that he would not be used to riding other horses. The road was high and the water was far away, and he was afraid that it would accidentally affect the itinerary. It will be bad.

Qi Mo walked side by side with him, and the mixed-flowered horse was a head shorter than Shen Huaibi's tall maroon horse, which also looked quite funny.

In order to hurry, the whole team rode lightly, so they traveled very fast.

Unexpectedly, some people deliberately didn't want them to go——

"General, someone is blocking the way ahead."

Hearing this, Qi Mo looked up at the name plaque on the tall city gate.

Three words were painted on it with gold and red lacquer in a chic and wanton calligraphy:

Xuzhou city.

The author has something to say: Yes, Xiao Qi is really going to grow up QUQ

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