sir he is sweet

The sky was white, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moon was faintly exposed.

Wen Han supported his cane, slowly stood firm, and brushed away Murong Jingyun's support.

He raised his head slowly, staring fixedly at Murong Jingyun, with a deep dark color swirling in his eyes.

"Do you remember the old days?"

Once upon a time——

Murong Jing calmed down, and couldn't help thinking about the past.

"You were not like this in the past, and neither was I. How good we are..."

When the naughty little prince met the eunuch who was being bullied, he reached out to help him again and again, and saved him from fire and water by overwhelming him.Later, the two became acquainted and would secretly play together. Murong Jingyun would also secretly take out delicate pastries from her own palace and put them in her bosom to bring warmth to the cold.

This handsome little eunuch was the person Murong Jingyun valued the most when he was young.

Of course, for Wen Han, the little prince with curious eyes was also the playmate he cared most about when he was young.

"Yeah—how nice."

Wen Han smiled slightly, agreed, and turned to look outside.

The sky is far away, the night is dark, and some stars are slightly floating out. The two of them stood silently for a long time, Wen Han turned his head, and said softly, "Have you ever thought about leaving here? Completely...leave."

Murong Jingyun looked over in surprise.

"What... what do you mean?"

"That is to say—" Wen Han paused, and looked over calmly, "Leave, it's just the two of us."

Scenes from the past appeared in front of Murong Jingyun, and he suddenly felt tired. In their eyes, the scenery and happiness of his youth are so precious and out of reach. Leaving these two words——

Now with them, it is actually the most rare.

"Are you serious?"

Murong Jingyun turned to look at him.

"Ah."

Wen Han's eyes were cold, and his tone was light: "I've had enough of the days of intrigue and deceit in the imperial city. It doesn't really make any difference to me who is the emperor, but you... can you let go of this overwhelming wealth?"

He looked at Murong Jingyun with suspicion in his eyes.

"Of course!"

Murong Jingyun replied very straightforwardly, "You always know that I don't have any thoughts about that seat, it's just my concubine... When my concubine passed away, the description was too tragic. If I don't do something, I can't feel at ease. .”

After many years of husband and wife, Emperor Qian actually treats Concubine Shu like that——

But it's actually not difficult to understand, no man in this world can tolerate his woman having entanglements with other men.

"I see."

Wen Han smiled slightly, "There is no end to the cycle of cause and effect, many things, are you willing to give up your hatred? For me—"

He knew that Murong Jingyun had always been indifferent to that position, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to hold the military power of the camp in the suburbs of Beijing for many years, and was cultivated and trusted by Emperor Qian, which made him powerful and able to fight against the second prince.

In the silence of the night, Murong Jingyun smiled slightly, "Okay."

"What you say is what you say."

Just like when they were young.

"What you say is what you say."

Hearing the words, Wen Han seemed to be satisfied, and the smile in his eyes was even wider. He stretched it out and spread it out, "Let's go!"

His leg is an old injury, he had it when he was young, it was broken, and he hadn't had time to heal it, and the root of the disease was permanent.

From then on, even if he had some treatment, he still couldn't get back to normal, let alone...he didn't care much about his physical condition.

Murong Jingyun held his arm and helped him down the long steps.

The figures of the two overlapped, and they were peaceful.

All the ambushes set up by the soldiers of the camp on the outskirts of Beijing disappeared overnight.

It was also at this time that Murong Sheng's subordinates discovered and reported to Murong Sheng that someone was praying for the cicada, and the oriole was behind.

"is it?"

In the howling cold wind, Murong Sheng smiled coldly, and subconsciously touched Feng Yu at his waist.

Who is the praying mantis and who is the oriole? It is still uncertain!

The sky gradually turned pale, with bright colors appearing faintly, but it was covered by dark clouds soon after, and the clouds were dense.

In the towering and dark palace city, a small figure suddenly appeared.

"Aunt Wenzheng...what did Uncle Seven Emperor want us to fetch?"

"Shh-"

Wen Zheng followed behind him, looked around, and made a hissing gesture, "Let's go over quickly, if you get it, it will save your Seventh Emperor's life!"

The young boy looked at Wenzheng, thoughtfully, "Really?"

He is small, but he is not stupid.

Jinzhang Palace has always been protected by Murong Sheng's people. If Murong Lin stays inside obediently, no matter what kind of sky is turned up outside and who succeeds the throne, no one will hurt the people in Jinzhang Palace.

In any case, Murong Lin is just a child, and under the premise that all the adult princes are still alive, few people would make things difficult for a child.

"Aunt Wenzheng," walked to a corner, looked around in the darkness, and saw no trace, Murong Lin tugged at the hem of the female officer's coat and raised his face, "Who are you taking orders from?"

The officer paused.

The wind is strong, there is unmelted snow in front of the court, there are messy footprints and dirty marks, and it is no longer clean and tidy as usual.

She lowered her head and gently curled her lips at the young man, "Your Highness, servant... only obeys my own heart."

In fact, the most difficult thing to control in this world is the human heart.

Even if the ending is good, there will be mistakes and changes due to one of the links. Every seemingly insignificant person has the ability to turn things around.

Murong Lin stared at her fixedly, with a calmness that didn't match his age in his small pupils, "You are not Mr.'s."

Seventh Emperor Uncle once asked him when he was alone, if he liked the seat of Grandpa Emperor, and told him that as long as he sat in that seat, all his wishes in the past could be fulfilled.

He's just young, not stupid, what does this question mean... He knows it very well.

Born in the emperor's family, who... would be truly innocent?

"I belong to my husband," Wen Zheng smiled gently, "but your highness, you have to understand that you don't have to obey his orders if you really want to work hard for someone."

"We are going to find the will, my little Highness, there is a stalemate outside, Your Majesty and Sir are being threatened by thieves, only by finding the will and reading the will can we break the deadlock and save them."

Wenzheng squatted down and looked at the young man at the same level, "Your Highness will understand sooner or later that there is no way to have both."

For example... She prepared five stone powder under Emperor Qian's pillow. Given Emperor Qian's current physical condition, after fasting, he would last until dawn at the latest. For example, they followed Qi Zhao's instructions to steal the imperial edict and jade seal, regardless of their superiors. Whoever wrote it, she will tamper with the will.

It's nothing but Wenzheng understands very well that if the Seventh Prince Murong Sheng really came to the throne, then Mr. has only a short time left, and he must be extremely miserable.

If it wasn't for Murong Sheng, then he could at least accompany him through the last days.