The third year after the death of the emperor

The little girl who grew up in the Peony Pavilion told the truth.

The teacher has a...four-year-old daughter.

Xiao Xuanqian walked up the wooden stairs of Qingyu Tower.

The self-restraint of "just looking at it" has been completely broken.He repeatedly recalled the past. In the year before he took the throne, the relationship between them was far worse than before. That year was also Xie Wen's busiest time, and the number of times he went to Beijing to do business was dozens of times at least. Then, when is it...

His footsteps were very slow, Guo Jin told Mrs. Qing in the name of a scholar coming to visit, and the surroundings were quiet.

Xiao Xuanqian saw the girl.

The little girl named "Xie Tong" was rummaging through boxes and chests, her jet-black hair was tied up with a red headband, which made Xiao Xuanqian think that Xie Wen occasionally wore such a red rope of the same material on her wrist. Xiao Xuanqian noticed it when he put the bell on him, but at that time his emotions were too intense and paranoid, so he didn't ask clearly.

Could it be a token of love with that woman?He knew Huaiyu well, if it wasn't for the mutual understanding, he would never let another person bear children for him, that woman is in the Peony Pavilion?Still in Luodu? ... still alive?

Xiao Xuanqian tasted a sour taste full of jealousy from the roots of his teeth and the tip of his tongue.He felt that it was very surprising that he could maintain a clear mind at this moment. For the past half month, there has always been another voice in his ear, another voice full of familiarity and strangeness, constantly swaying His thoughts and behaviors, while he hated this voice, he subtly felt that if "him" hadn't advised him, he would have made an irreversible decision.

Tongtong was rummaging through the diary left in the small building before going to Ziwei Palace, she didn't notice the footsteps behind her at all, until the sound was close at hand, she felt the extreme danger through the perception of the system itself , turned around stiffly, and raised his head.

This was the first time she met the protagonist of this world.

Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but she is more sensitive than ordinary people. She can strongly feel Xiao Xuanqian's aura, emotions, and very terrifying oppressive force, which symbolizes the aura of the emperor condensed on him, and the dragon veins of the entire dynasty. In the hands of this person, purple air is everywhere.The other party's gaze was very calm, but Xiao Xuanqian's pupils were almost pure black, and this calmness was even more creepy.

When Tongtong was in Xie Wen's mind, she could still scold Hua'er, but when she transformed into a real body, when she came in front of the protagonist of this world, her throat suddenly became blocked, her legs softened and she fell to the ground, and she cried out to her in fear. After moving a few steps - damn it, why is it him?Shouldn't he be on the southern tour... Oh my god, dear father Huaiyu, come and save your favorite system, if the entity dies, she is really dead!

But her abnormal appearance in the eyes of the little emperor seems to be some kind of proof, not to mention that her face is so similar to the teacher, Xiao Xuanqian didn't have any courage to question, he hung down his sleeves, and pressed his palm firmly She touched the girl's shoulder and bent down: "Have you seen me?"

"...No, no, I don't know who you are, I don't know you." Tongtong swallowed, feeling that the hands on her body weighed a thousand catties. The usual host suddenly showed great admiration-the king who holds the power of life and death is simply a dragon that chooses and devours people in ancient feudal society.

Xiao Xuanqian's fingers touched her neck, and Tongtong suddenly felt his tone suddenly changed, from cruel and terrifying to soft in an instant, it was not normal at all: "Where is your mother?"

Mother, mother?Tongtong blinked her eyes, she deeply suspected that if she didn't answer correctly, the dog emperor would twist her own throat in the next moment.She said dryly: "My mother... died a long time ago."

The situation is too urgent right now, it is not the time to explain the truth, Xie Wen is still absent at this time.After Tongtong answered this sentence, she closed her eyes tightly, her white and tender face wrinkled into a ball, thinking Huaiyu, Huaiyu, if you don't come back, you will collect my body, if I am strangled to death by the protagonist I don't know what the world will be like.

"Death?" Xiao Xuanqian repeated it softly.

His eyes were piercingly cold, empty and cold, but his tone and voice were as gentle as possible, as if he was afraid of scaring the girl in front of him.But the feeling of jealousy that went deep into the marrow and almost made people crazy entangled in his mind like a vine, smashing every strand of rationality to pieces.He felt that his ruthless lungs had been filled with blood from his heart, and it was draining little by little as he lingered on.

a woman?Never met before, he never knew his identity, never met, let alone what kind of woman, who gave birth to a child for the teacher, and then died?

absurd.

Xiao Xuanqian's hand seemed to pass by her neck and the top of her hair, and then slowly retracted, clenched tremblingly.Tongtong breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't dare to show it on the surface, because she always had the illusion that she was in danger. She felt that the little emperor seemed to have wanted to kill her for countless moments just now, and that hand could easily break her wrist. Neck, he felt a searing pain of his own existence.

But Xiao Xuanqian controlled himself.

Another voice kept ringing in his ears, that voice was equally fierce and paranoid, but it understood a truth - this girl was Huaiyu's close relative, and she couldn't even move a single hair, otherwise he would definitely regret it.

Dearest relatives... yes, dearest relatives.Xiao Xuanqian used these two words to slowly convince himself.

This is the teacher's child, Huaiyu's daughter, and his child.You can't kill her... you can't kill her... yes, this is the teacher's flesh and blood, you can't...

Xiao Xuanqian's breathing was heavy and anxious, like a survivor struggling in a quagmire, the blood all over his body surged up and down again, and it was so difficult to restrain all his emotions.

Tongtong supported the box, her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up, and then, the little emperor suddenly reached out her hand unexpectedly, a system without energy can only abide by the rules of this world, it looks weak and helpless, how dare she ignore it The other party reluctantly covered his hand, stood up from the ground with Xiao Xuanqian's strength, and then withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

"Are you afraid of me?" the other party asked.

"No, no... I don't know you..."

Tongtong touched the tip of her nose guiltily, sweat dripped from her brow in a panic, but Xiao Xuanqian patted the dust off her body well, tidied her clothes with his own hands, and said with a smile: "You are Xie Huaiyu's daughter, It is my daughter, do not be afraid of me."

Tongtong was not comforted at all, but felt a chill down her spine, and felt that the little emperor in front of her was more terrifying than when she had a cold face. She struggled to force a smile, and had to play the role of a five-year-old girl, who was about to cry As if to ask: "Who are you?"

It's not like that dog emperor, no, it's more terrifying than that dog emperor.

Xiao Xuanqian was not born with an aura that would be liked by children, and he knew this himself.But Xiao Xuanqian did not leave, but wiped away the tears on Tongtong's face lovingly, his voice was very low, more like a kind of self-hypnosis than answering: "I am the one who is closest to your father people."

Tongtong opened her eyes involuntarily, and scolded in her heart, why are you so shameless!She looked stiff and didn't know how to answer. At this moment, Xie Wen's voice sounded not far away.

"come over."

Hearing this, Xie Tong immediately turned over to be the master, his whole body fluttered as if electrified, threw the little emperor on the spot with a flick of his hand, hid behind Xie Wen at a speed of sprinting [-] meters, grabbed his sleeve and exposed half of his head, whispering Said to Xie Wen: "My dear father, look at him, look at him, look at him! Can you control it, can you control it!"

Xie Wen glanced over her head, lowered her voice and said, "If you continue to quarrel, I will throw you to him."

Tongtong became dumb for a moment, clinging to her father like a cute and pitiful little white flower.

Xie Wen raised her head, looked at Xiao Xuanqian who was dressed in casual clothes with a gloomy expression, and asked calmly, "Are you passing by?"

Xiao Xuanqian stood more than ten steps away from him - he never expected to have such a distance, the desire to "just take a look" seemed to be revived at this moment, flowing through every one of his blood vessels like a live fish ...But deeper, richer, and more longing burst up like fireworks. He stared blankly, and then looked away after a long while, and replied slowly: "...passing by."

Xiao Xuanqian took a step forward, and he heard his voice distorted to the point of hoarseness due to lust and jealousy: "Won't Teacher introduce her?"

Xie Wen's gaze was as clear as water: "She is... Xie Tong."

"What about identity?"

"For now, my daughter."

"Temporarily—?" What kind of weird description is this.

Xie Wen didn't know how to say that he would accept it more easily, or that he should tell Xiao Xuanqian now, "This is my system, and you are my task. I only want to help you with the purpose of preventing the original work from repeating itself and completing the task." It's...", neither of these two explanations sounds very good, and it involves the supernatural part, so he has to consider the other party's ability to accept it.

Xiao Xuanqian couldn't wait any longer for the silence. His gaze stayed on Xie Wen, but it was hot and cold. He didn't know what he was thinking. Then, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Has the teacher been happy with others?"

Xie Wen's heart skipped a beat, he watched the little emperor step forward for a certain distance, and when the other party was about to walk in front of him, he couldn't help holding Tong Tong back half a step.As if the other party hadn't noticed this, he pressed forward step by step. Xie Wen retreated all the way to the wooden window at the corner of the small building. Amidst the continuous staggered sound of the floor, her back reached the closed window, feeling hard.He took a deep breath and said, "I..."

"How far have you and that person achieved?" Xiao Xuanqian stared at him with dark eyes and said, "A mutual promise for life? To be united forever?"

"Xiao Xuanqian..."

"Did she die for you?" The little emperor interrupted him, and these questions were nailed into his heart like steel nails, "Five years ago...was it the time when I went to Jiangnan, or was it the time I went to the south of the Yangtze River? During the surveillance... do you love her?"

Xie Wen knew that he didn't need a specific answer to his current question, but if he didn't ask it, he would feel sick in his heart, so he had to tell it face to face.Just when the two people's eyes met again, Xiao Xuanqian suddenly raised his hand and passed his arm over his shoulder - this movement was so familiar, nine out of ten times the other party restrained him like this.

Xie Wen almost subconsciously turned her eyes away, reacted by avoiding and resisting, and guarded against the possible forced confinement that might come later.But the opponent's hand did not fall on him, but forcefully pried open a gap in the tightly closed window, and a ray of winter cold invaded, almost with the cold that stings the skin, making Xiao Xuanqian Burned by terrible jealousy, the brain that was about to melt down was instantly sober and relieved.

The other party's arms were propped on the window lattice, surrounding him vaguely, but compared to before, this was already a very distant and reassuring gesture.Xie Wen's sequelae did not show up, he heard Xiao Jiu's exhausted and hoarse voice, even a little depressed: "...I'm sorry."

The little emperor murmured softly: "I'm sorry, teacher... I treated you...too much. I should apologize to you, I should... find a way to make you forgive me."

The matter of the eldest princess happened in that year. In their short and long seven years together, there were still so many moments of cracks and scars... Xiao Xuanqian had a headache and suspected that he would not be able to hold on anymore, but when he When approaching Xie Wen, even though he was constantly tormented by love and jealousy, the desire/desire to survive was reawakened.

There was no definite and only relationship between them, and he was wishful thinking too much and for too long.

"You...will you remember her forever?" Xiao Xuanqian asked.

Xie Wen whispered: "No, the person I remember the longest is not you."

Xiao Xuanqian's breathing stagnated for a moment, he moved his hands away from the window sill, gently wrapped them around Xie Wen's waist, lowered his head and buried him on his shoulders, his breath, which was warm and cold, slowly flowed in this secluded small building. Resounding... Xie Wen could feel the other party's very, very uncomfortable emotions. Although he is not a professional psychologist, he knows how to comfort and care for others. When the little emperor calmed down, he said softly, "How is everything going?"

Xiao Xuanqian stared at him silently for a moment, raised his hand as if wanting to touch his hair, but curled up again, and slowly put it down: "...Teacher, do you think I look good?"

Xie Wen patted Tong Tong's hand, telling her to hide aside, then took the initiative to hold Xiao Jiu, and said, "Come with me."

The two walked down the stairs until they reached the deserted and remote corridor of the Peony Pavilion. The lake was frozen and a thick layer of snow fell.Xie Wen took Xiao Xuanqian away from Tongtong, so as not to irritate the little emperor again.The cold wind of this winter seems to be sobering and refreshing.

Guo Jinshou was downstairs, and he had a gray and white fluffy cloak in his hand. When he saw the two people going downstairs, he handed it up. Xiao Xuanqian took it and habitually put the clothes on Xie Wen's shoulders. The situation is very distrustful, and he always suspects that the other party is sometimes hiding some kind of pain or certain illness. Once he can't take care of a little bit, he feels that Huaiyu will leave him and abandon him.

Xie Wen is already wearing winter clothes, if it can make the little emperor feel at ease, then it's okay to add another one.The snow on the corridor has been swept away, and a red plum tree has been planted by the lake.

"I wanted to ask just now," Xie Wen turned to look at him, "are you... injured?"

Xiao Xuanqian's sense of smell often has problems, especially with regard to blood energy. After being reminded by the old doctor, he has actually paid great attention to bandaging and covering up, but the sweet and fishy smell hidden under the incense of Ziwei Palace still makes people feel uncomfortable when he approaches. Xie Wen noticed it very keenly.

Xiao Xuanqian lowered his head silently, as if he was not very willing to speak.

He didn't say anything, and Xie Wen didn't want to force him to speak, but reached out and grabbed the other's wrist and lifted it slightly, and lifted the silver-blue sleeves upwards. Before he could find the source of the bleeding, he was rushed by the other party. Pressing his hand tightly, the muscles of Xiao Xuanqian's grasped arm tensed, and his whole body became stiff.

The back of Xie Wen's hand was pressed against the opponent's palm. His movements were not forceful, but the opponent's palm was full of sweat, which was instantly icy cold by the winter wind.Xie Wen lowered her eyes and said softly: "Would an emperor with real power who has practiced martial arts and is unparalleled in the world, still bleed and get injured?"

"teacher……"

"Let me see."

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