The third year after the death of the emperor

Xie Wen flicked off his fingers, broke free from the opponent's palm, fastened the clothes buttons slowly, and said with lowered eyes: "You shouldn't keep me."

Although his long hair was wiped dry, there were still traces of wetness, and the green shirt on his shoulders was moistened, giving off a watery brilliance.The other party's hand stopped in front of his eyes, as if he wanted to touch his hair, but in the end it still fell down, stubbornly and carefully placed on Xie Wen's wrist.

"I'll help you." Xiao Xuanqian said.

How could the emperor serve people? He would just try again and again to show his clumsiness.

Xie Wen let go and watched him fasten his clothes button, just as he expected - rusty and immature, reminding him of Xiao Xuanqian's appearance when he was a boy, the docile boy put his hand into his clothes, also immature , but he could clearly feel the hot breath and the temperature of his heartbeat. He said that he was afraid that the teacher's hands would get frostbitten.

Xiao Xuanqian, is your heart really hot?

Xie Wen raised her eyes and looked over, the pipa buttons were tightly stitched together, when the outer robe fell on her shoulders, the other party's hand stopped suddenly, slipped from the shoulders, wrapped around a layer of fabric and pasted his waist.

Xie Wen took a step back, Xiao Xuanqian stepped forward unknowingly, until the coldness of the wall hit his back, he was completely enveloped in this person's arms.

Xiao Xuanqian lowered his head and sank to the teacher's shoulder and neck. The shaking wind chime in his heart suddenly stopped ringing. The wind in the sky and the earth is so strong, but as long as Xie Wen is there, those cold winds will bypass him.

"I tried." Xiao Xuanqian murmured, "I tried, I can't let you go."

Xie Wen habitually raised her hand to appease him, but she stopped in time, with mixed feelings in her heart, "When did you know that I faked my death?"

"...I can't remember."

"Your memory is extremely good, and you can even recite half of the crimes of every minister who wants to kill." Xie Wen said.

Xiao Xuanqian's lips moved, he wanted to explain but then paused, he could only repeat in a low voice: "I can't remember... I just remember, I am very, very..."

A person who has been in a high position for too long can't say words to show weakness. He hooked Xie Wen's hand, and put his cheek against the teacher's palm. Under such a sense of comfort, he continued: "I dug out your coffin. .”

Xie Wen was taken aback, not knowing whether it was amused or angry.Look, even if this person broke the bank of the Yellow River, he still looks like a dog.

"Why are you doing this?" Xie Wen asked him.

"Because I'm cold." Xiao Xuanqian said, "That winter was too cold, I want to sleep with you."

sleep with me?In a coffin with a skeleton?Xie Wen couldn't understand, he withdrew his hand: "If I had known today, I wouldn't have taught you how to play chess."

"It's too late, teacher." Xiao Xuanqian said, "It's useless to say anything now, you have already met me."

The finger he withdrew was caught by a fingertip, and the little wolf cub's arm around his waist loosened, and he lifted his fingertip, and the traces of flower juice crushed on it were licked off.

The warm touch slid across the skin, Xie Wen brows did not move, as if she was not moved at all.He suddenly said, "Why are you afraid of the cold?"

"I don't know either." Xiao Xuanqian said in a low voice, "Obviously my internal organs are cold."

In the year when Xie Wen fled, the imperial power had not yet been concentrated to this extent.On the secret folder full of disloyal ministers, the last name was finally crossed out and circled with scarlet and harsh pen and ink.

Xie Wen, Xie Huaiyu.

This piece of jade was cultivated all the way when the emperor was young, teaching him to strategize, make decisions before making moves, teach him to think twice before hitting a hit, teach him how to control the government, but also teach him how to be a good emperor... After Xiao Xuanqian ascended the throne , The conflict between the two intensified step by step, until the former most loyal minister turned into a secret name with a bloody streak.

The death of the old general Zhou, the illness of the eldest princess, the secret story of chasing wind and shadows... all of them, none of them are like wind knives and rain swords piercing him. They are teachers and students, and they are also monarchs and ministers.

Master Dishi died on a snowy night.

It was snowing all over the sky that night, the imperial capital was so quiet that there was not a single sound, there was not a single cry in Xie's mansion, the snow-white banners merged with the surrounding fields, and the candles in front of the coffin were always lit.When Xiao Xuanqian hurried over, the candlelight was melting a wisp of flying snow.

His hand fell on the coffin lid, cold.He asked someone to open the coffin, and under the heavy coffin, the face of the other party was as gentle as yesterday.Xiao Xuanqian stared at it for a long time, and suddenly a wave of extreme scalding surged up in his icy lungs, burning so much blood oozing from his throat, the emperor cooled his face, raised his hand to let the coffin lid be put down, turned around and left.

He walked ten steps, a hundred steps, until he reached the front of the carriage, the hot air in his throat scalded his skin, the pain was suddenly unspeakable, Xiao Xuanqian stepped on the snow, spit out a mouthful of blood, almost unable to stand still He fell down, and Cui Sheng who was at the side hurriedly supported him, and the surroundings of the Emperor Shengjia suddenly became a mess.

The blood seeped through the vast and pale space.

Xiao Xuanqian closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them again. The courtiers behind him knelt on the ground, and the imperial doctor was out of breath, but he still had no sense of reality. Instead, he stood up and looked back at the mourning hall.

"His Majesty……"

He has finally grasped all the rights, he can finally manipulate others instead of being manipulated by others.

Xiao Xuanqian didn't ask the imperial physician to take his pulse, but stepped into the carriage and returned to Ziwei Palace. He felt a sense of emptiness and unreality for this person's departure. Just as he thought, his internal organs were all cold. Who to betray, who to give up... He has thought about it a thousand times, ten thousand times.

He rested his forehead, and the incense in the carriage rushed into his mind.After a while, he suddenly said, "Cui Sheng."

Cui Sheng leaned over and pressed his ear: "Your Majesty."

"Is the person lying there Xie Huaiyu?" Xiao Xuanqian asked, "Is it really him?"

Cui Sheng hesitated for a while: "It is indeed Mr. Xie."

"He... how did he die?" Xiao Xuanqian said in a low voice, "I didn't intend to kill him."

"Excuse me, old slave," Cui Sheng said cautiously, "Master Xie died of illness, you should be happy, there is only one person in charge of you in this world."

There is only one person in charge of him in this world.

These words echoed in Xiao Xuanqian's mind, he raised his hand, the warm cloak and fire made people feel no trace of coldness, but his fingers were trembling all the time, he was shivering from the cold.

It was a very cold winter.

The funeral was kept simple, Xiao Xuanqian didn't care about anything, and the coffin was buried.I don't know how many days later, when Xiao Xuanqian was reviewing the memorial, he suddenly felt a bitter chill again. The Ziwei Palace was already so hot that he couldn't even wear a thick outer robe inside the palace, but he still felt very cold. Unable to write, it seems that the place in the throat where the blood spit out is still aching.

How did that happen?

The following days and nights were almost a kind of torment for him. He hesitated, turning out every book that Xie Wen had taught him, and every time he saw the teacher's comments, he would forget the torment—but only for a moment , and suddenly fell back into the endless hell, repeating this cannibalizing torment.

There is only one person in charge of him in this world.

There is only one person in this world.

When he recalled this sentence, the candle flame burned his hands sorely that he came back to his senses, and the moths that flew into the flame were buzzing in the flames, crackling and exploding into fly ash.That night, Sheng Jia left Ziwei Palace, he stood in the snowy night, the wind cut his body like a knife.

The coffin buried in the ground was dug out again, Cui Sheng said a lot of dissuading words, he said that he would bump into the holy driver, that it would be unlucky, he almost cried and grabbed the ground with his head, but Xiao Xuanqian was unmoved, He was almost suffocated by the chill of falling asleep.

The coffin lid opened again.

There was nothing inside except some clothes.

All the sounds disappeared at this moment, under the surrounding fields, there was only the howling cold wind, splitting him over and over again, splitting everything between him and the teacher.

He didn't die, he escaped.

Xiao Xuanqian stared at the empty coffin.

"This, this, this, Your Majesty, the Emperor Master..."

"He abandoned me." Xiao Xuanqian said slowly, as if he was accepting a fact, "Whether it's life or death, he wants to abandon me. That's what he meant."

"His Majesty……"

He has been abandoned and abandoned for half of his life. His mother, concubine, father, brother... He is just a criminal evidence left by a night of absurdity, a testimony of a woman's life tragedy, and a relic that no one pays attention to.He was not chosen, not seen, always, always.

He has made many mistakes since he was born.Xiao Xuanqian suddenly felt that he had been waiting for Xie Wen for many years, as if his previous destiny was to wait for Xie Wen's arrival... It's just that such a person will inevitably end up in the end.

What did he do wrong?Xiao Xuanqian kept thinking, what's wrong, you can't forgive me?

Xie Wen didn't want to talk to him anymore. Although he had a good personality, he sometimes wanted to save face, and his reservedness exacerbated this. He didn't want to quarrel with the little emperor.

"What do you want?" Xie Wen asked, "No one can't survive without it. Your need is just a desire to control, a kind of possession to satisfy yourself, and you don't really need me."

"No," Xiao Xuanqian breathed unsteadily, "I really..."

"If you really need it, you won't make mistakes." Xie Wen looked at him and said, "You can't just lie to me by relying on me to always forgive you."

Xiao Xuanqian looked at him silently, those dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, if he didn't say anything, no one would be able to see his fear and cowardice in the eyes of a wolf.

"Xiao Xuanqian," Xie Wen said suddenly, "You don't lack a...pet like me, do you?"

Before he finished speaking, he was hugged tightly. The strength of the other party was a little out of control, and he was almost out of breath. He heard the hoarse and deep voice of the little emperor, which seemed to come out of the deepest suppressed calmness. The pain of being humiliated.

"Don't say that," he said, "don't say that...I didn't...I didn't mean that, teacher, let's start again, okay?"