Blast the world without learning!

In fact, none of us is right, but we are born at the wrong time, and we happen to live honestly.

As New Year's Eve approaches, the imperial palace has also lost its previous solemnity. The palace people lost their usual restraints and decorated the palace with bright red Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters.

This is the sixth year of the new dynasty.

The conspiracy five years ago, for people, has become a gossip today, and people who have experienced the change of dynasties will be able to brag about it to younger generations in the future.

Some people say that power will not last long in terms of robbery.

At that time, He Yunian had just finished singing a play, when he heard this, he just smiled and didn't say anything.

Dad is not happy on the throne, he knows it.

Only in the middle of the night, when he saw his father busy with the women's needlework in his sleepy eyes, could he see the rare smile on his normally tense face.

However, he has never seen A Niang take out the kit from the beginning to the end, and only later did he realize that it was embroidered by his father to a man.

It is a kind of sorrow for the country and the people that a generation of kings have no intention of governing. Therefore, at the beginning, He Yunian has been silent in grief, and even has the idea of ​​recharging his energy and recharging his strength to seize power.

Later, one night, he heard the little man next door crying non-stop, shouting: "Don't fight... woo, don't fight... I want my mother."

At that moment, he suddenly had no reason.

Now the people live and work in peace and contentment, and their lives are even better than before. He is the only one who is nostalgic for the previous dynasty. Why should he drag the whole country to be buried with him?

"Ah Nian?"

Liang Zhong called him several times before He Yunian withdrew from the long memory: "Yes."

"It's been a long time, I didn't expect you to be alive..."

The atmosphere between the two was very delicate. Liang Zhong knew He Yunian's temperament, and it would be useless to go around in circles with him, so he asked directly: "You come back this time..."

"I've always been in Pingyao." He Yunian looked at him, "I've never left."

Liang Zhong laughed: "Yes... yes..."

"Hate me?" he asked.

He Yunian smiled: "I hate you, but I can't forgive you."

Liang Zhong opened his mouth, but made no sound.

"But I forgave this country." He Yunian said, "The new dynasty is very good now, the war has finally subsided, and I don't want to cause trouble again. I don't have that ability and energy."

"You came to me today, you didn't want to catch up with me, did you?"

Liang Zhong raised his eyes to look at him, and suddenly felt that this person was very strange, as if he had seen an adult who had changed his soul since he was a child, and what stood in front of him was just a shell.

"Five years ago, the old royal family was cleaned up by me, and I didn't keep any of them." He opened his mouth, without calling himself "Zhen", trying to let go of his identity, and wanted to talk to him calmly.

"So...you know, when you sit in this position, you always have to pretend something in your heart, such as being vigilant and suspicious."

"If you don't show up, you can stay alive forever, but now I have discovered it. For me, it is indeed a hidden danger."

He Yunian sneered.

Most of the kings in the past were cold-blooded and suspicious by nature. He knew this, but the king at that time was just a person who simply sewed kits for the one he loved, so he had some expectations that this person in front of him would be just like him.

"I see."

He Yunian turned around, and his figure disappeared into the sunlight.

"I'm sorry." He suddenly heard the king's sincere apology.

In the end, there was no answer, and he left.

There is no reason to forgive your loved ones, and there is no reason to let yourself go.

-

Ye Luochen moved his body, the bruises on his back hadn't faded by half, and his mood since He Yunian entered the palace was extremely depressed.

They had already returned to the teahouse, and He Yunian told them before leaving that he would come back here, so they should not worry.

The orphan of the royal family is seen by the new emperor, what will happen?

Ye Luochen rubbed his temples, worrying about how to save this situation.

The master is dead, what is this?

Cheng Chuqian has been looking at him opposite him, paying attention to his every move. When he saw the other party frowning because of the pain, he quickly stepped forward and put it on his shoulder: "Are you all right?"

Then he felt a shock in the palm of his hand.

Ye Luochen moved away stiffly, and said, "What could be the matter? Isn't it just a few kisses and being touched a few times." While talking, he looked at him.

Cheng Chuqian was much taller than him, and he had to look up to see the man's expression, and right now, he could clearly see the astonishment that flashed in Cheng Chuqian's eyes.

Cheng Chuqian lost his voice: "Are you not unhappy at all? You like him that much?" He was referring to Jia Guigui, but Ye Luochen didn't know.

Ye Luochen didn't understand: "What are you talking about..."

"Sorry." Cheng Chuqian took a heavy breath, "I made a slip of the tongue."

"It's back, it's back!"

The little man yelled, breaking the silence between the two.

He Yunian entered, followed by a large and a small.

He had some headaches, Chen Zhixing had been following him since he left the palace, and he couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard he tried.

The old class leader came out with a wheelchair. He already knew the matter, and now he looked a little sad: "How is it?"

He Yunian looked up at him, and with just one look, he understood.

He suddenly started coughing, Xiaocui was busy giving him relief, but the person who always respected the old class leader didn't move at this moment.

He Yunian didn't dare to look into those old eyes, he just felt sorry for making the old man worry about himself even when he was old.

So he turned around and went back to the room.

Ye Luochen glanced at Chen Zhixing, feeling a little sympathetic.

But in the end nothing was said.

-

The day before New Year's Eve, He Yunian sang another play.

"Sorrowful of the oppression of the times and customs... I would like to travel far away with ease. The quality is meager and there is no reason. How can I take advantage of it?"

"The mind is barren and wanders suddenly, the heart is sad and sad... the spirit is sudden and not reversed, the body is withered and left alone—"

"Introspection is the only way to control the situation, to find the source of righteousness, to be indifferent to tranquility...to be content with inaction."

"Super airy and elegant... never turn back to its old capital, avoid all troubles and not be afraid, no one in the world knows what it is like."

Perhaps for so long, he has been singing tragic operas. As New Year's Eve approached, the important events in his heart also caught a glimpse of the sky. Thinking of someone, he suddenly changed his tone:

"If you don't love love in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness. The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer..."

"A wisp of lingering fragrance is here... I hope for a thousand gold wanderers. When is the time when the syndrome comes? When the lights are half dim, when the moon is half bright."

Someone whispered: "Is Peony going to talk about love?"

"I don't know, but why does it sound so bitter?"

But He Yunian didn't know it, and thought he was singing very festively.

Light snow began to fall outside, but people were not annoyed, thinking that "auspicious snow heralds a good year", and when the sun set, a thick layer had already accumulated outside the door.

The crowd dispersed amidst the noise, and in three more hours, it would be New Year's Eve.

Ye Luochen was sweeping the fruit shells on the ground when He Yunian suddenly asked, "Where are you from?"

Ye Luochen was scruples in his heart, so he didn't make a sound.

"Don't worry, I won't lose control." He Yunian said, "I just want to know if there is any difference between yours and ours."

Ye Luochen thought for a while, and found that he was not impressed with the world he had lived in for more than ten years, so he just replied dryly, "Same."

"Oh." He Yunian seemed a little lost, not knowing what he was thinking.

"We didn't have wars at that time." Ye Luochen said, "We lived well."

When He Yunian heard this, he actually laughed.

Melting into the snow is the happiest smile of a folk monarch.

-

An hour before New Year's Eve, Chen Zhixing hurried into the palace.

He just learned about He Yunian's life experience from Cheng Chuqian. He couldn't stay for a moment now. He couldn't imagine what the emperor had said to He Yunian. The orphan of the former royal family... what would be the consequences?

He wanted to enter the palace gate, but was stopped by a eunuch.

"Chen Xiaowang Ye Haihan, the emperor has already rested today."

Chen Zhixing held his shoulders: "Stop? You still don't want to see me and avoid me on purpose!"

The eunuch hurt a little from his grip, but he didn't dare to say anything, he said falteringly: "The emperor asked the old slave to tell the young prince—"

"Think about whether Prince Chen's mansion has done anything to offend the king."

Chen Zhixing's hand suddenly lost strength, the eunuch was panting and quickly hid aside, for fear that he would go crazy again.

Chen Zhixing clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and shouted towards the door: "My Chen family is full of loyalty! My father saved your life in the early years, and was promoted by you to be a general, and you even considered him an elder brother. If you have the guts to see me practicing martial arts at the age of five, you ordered me to be confined in the room, and for more than 20 years, I stuck my mind in a book frame, is that what you want?"

"I come from a family of generals, so how can I be patient? Yes, I practiced some martial arts secretly, but they are all trivial three-legged cat kung fu. They don't pose any threat to you. My parents don't know about it. I was the only one acting impulsively!"

Chen Zhixing knelt at the foot of the snow-covered steps: "Your Majesty, you allow the minister not to perform the courtesy of the emperor and minister. Today, the minister will insist on going his own way. I kneel here, and I hope that your majesty can solve the problem in my mind and spare his life. The minister is willing to hand over all the military power of Prince Chen's Mansion, and please grant your Majesty's permission!"

The eunuch hurriedly bowed: "Little prince, think twice!"

"Make him kneel."

A weak breath came from the door, and the eunuch stopped immediately.

It was snowing heavily, and no one went to persuade him.

After Chen Zhixing knelt down in the middle of the night, he was forced by the emperor to go back to the mansion and ground his feet.

But he didn't listen to this order, but turned to the teahouse and knocked on the door.

It was Ye Luochen who opened the door. Today is New Year's Eve, and the theater troupe gathered for dinner until midnight.

He moved out of the way: "My lord, please come in."

Chen Zhixing entered the door and saw He Yunian.

The latter seemed to be a little drunk, his cheeks were reddish, he just moved his head slightly when he saw him come in.

Chen Zhixing took off his robe and handed it to Ye Luochen, stepped forward to pick up the man and walked to the backyard.

Luo Jin hastily ran over to take the robe, and carefully looked at Brother Ye's face, only to find that Brother Ye... was blushing.

"Shut up..." Ye Luochen gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at the backs of the two of them.

Chen Zhixing had just knelt down, his legs were a little unsteady, but he still hugged him firmly, He Yunian squinted his eyes and said, "Want a reward?"

Chen Zhixing kicked open the door of his room and threw him on the bed. As soon as He Yunian shrank back, Chen Zhixing stuck to him.

After drinking, He Yunian became limp and limp: "Don't you know everything, I can't..."

"I have no blood relationship with him, my father is his elder brother."

He Yunian opened his eyes slightly, and after a while, the eye sockets were also moist.

"It doesn't matter?"

"Yes."

"It doesn't matter..."

"No."

He Yunian shed a line of tears, and the love that could not be expressed was finally able to vent.

There was a cloud and rain in the house.

……

-

Ye Luochen was lying on the bed in the room, tossing and turning.

His face was flushed, and the reaction below him made him a little eager.

damn it……

For a moment, he really wanted to go into the house and pull out the turbulent couple to beat him up, but he could only bear it, and he became what he is now.

The last time he was kissed, he passed out without any reaction, but now it is different, this feeling is something he has never experienced in his life, he just feels angry and wants to find something to vent.

The two experiences were so weird, he was the only one like this, and the target was completely blind, Ye Luochen turned over, and suddenly the door opened and closed, and Cheng Chuqian came in with Xue.

Seeing him, Ye Luochen cursed a few words in a low voice.

"do not come……"

Cheng Chuqian didn't seem to hear, and went straight to pick him up from the bed, and hugged him in his arms.

Ye Luochen opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Just when he thought he was going to have something to do with the other party, he heard a deep voice: "I'll hold you, sleep."

Ye Luochen froze the hand that was just about to move.

-

Early on New Year's Eve, Chen Zhixing woke up but saw no one.

He yelled a few words but there was no response, he had a vague premonition, rushed out the door, and yelled a few words.

He didn't call out the person he wanted to see, but called out Ye Luochen and the three of them. As soon as they came out, Chen Zhixing asked anxiously, "Have you seen Nian Nian?"

"No..." Before Ye Luochen finished speaking, Chen Zhixing ran out of the yard.

He thought of something bad, so he grabbed Cheng Chuqian behind him: "Follow."

Before Luo Jin could get away from the shock of the big brother coming out of a room, he started to run along, and by the way shouted a few words towards the other yard with a loud voice: "Chen Li! Chen Li!"

Chen Zhixing searched for a long time, wherever He Yunian went, but he didn't see anyone.

Suddenly, a place appeared in his mind, and he rushed over without stopping.

That was the place where He Yunian fell.

The morning breeze was a bit cool, and He Yunian sniffed. Looking at it from this angle, he had a panoramic view of Pingyao.

He changed into a red dress, a color he had never worn before, and he was holding a sword in his hand. A palace man passed by below, and when he saw him, he immediately screamed.

He Yunian laughed, thinking it was quite creepy.

After a while, the emperor came with people, saw him, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He Yunian smiled and glanced at the scenery of Pingyao.

There is sunrise and sunset here.

There are the laughter of children, and the ingenuity of teenagers.

There are withered grasses coming out of the snow in the fields, and cracks in the rivers.

Everything is beautiful.

"This year of He Shiyu, I wish Xinchao a six-year birthday with only grief, and I wish you a sincere heart in red clothes."

He Yunian seemed to just move his mouth, but his voice resounded throughout the imperial city.

When Ye Luochen and the others arrived, they only had time to see a smear of blood gushing out of someone's body.Immediately afterwards, a red figure fell rapidly.

"Every year—"

"Every year!!"

Chen Zhixing was almost going crazy, he jumped up and hugged the falling figure.

He Yunian spoke with a smile in his eyes: "I love you."

-

The author says:

Write me depressed, hey really...