Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

No one knew how much courage Pei Mu mustered up to make up his mind. He couldn't become a general like his father.

All the military exploits, all the powers and titles must be exchanged by him personally on the battlefield with his life.

During the period between the death of the first emperor and the succession of the new emperor, the border was the most uneasy time, and the Yan country had been suffering from internal and external troubles for these years.

The enemies outside have been attacking the border of Yan country, but because of Pei Shuo's presence, they are still restrained.

Once Pei Shuo died of illness, they would probably make a comeback immediately.

The first emperor died of illness for more than a month, and it has been more than a month since the last time I saw Xi Yan outside the first emperor's bedroom.

This time he went to the palace again to meet him. In the past, the old general Pei Shuo took him with him, but this time he was the only one to enter the palace.

Being led all the way from the palace gate into the palace, he faced the palace for the first time, and this is the place where Xi Yan will be imprisoned for his entire life.

He always wants to see what the cage looks like.

He was led all the way through many palace walls, and finally arrived outside the main meeting hall.

The white jade steps in front of him, he lifted his robe step by step to the steps in front of him, every step was away from his youthful dream.

In the end, between his young dream and banquet, he still chose banquet.

I don't know why, maybe there is a voice in my heart that keeps reminding him that he can't leave him, and he can't let him carry it alone.

Going up the steps step by step, I was always uncertain at the beginning, but became more and more determined in the end.

After finally stepping on the last stone step, he was led towards the side hall, and when he reached the side hall, he saw the open door in front of him.

He could vaguely see Xi Yan sitting in front of the table with his head bowed, reviewing the memorial with a pen in his hand.

When he saw Xi Yan four years ago, his brows and eyes were bright and he could still smile. Although his brows and eyes were full of coldness, they were not as they are now.

It seems that in January, he has finally learned to bow his head to fate from the boy who yearned for life outside the palace.

Pei Mu lifted the hem of his clothes and walked in slowly. Seeing this, the palace servant immediately raised his hand and closed the door behind him.

Xi Yan, who was reading the memorial with his head down, raised his eyes and looked at him when he heard the movement, his tone was indifferent.

"What's the matter?"

The discourse carried an alienation that was not there before.

Pei Mu walked to a place two meters in front of the table, lifted his robe, knelt down in front of him slowly, raised his hand and took out the memorial in his arms and raised it above his head.

"Chen Pei Mu, I have something to announce."

Hearing this, Xi Yan paused the cinnabar pen in her hand, then raised her eyes to look at him, slowly put down the pen, walked around the table and walked in front of him.

"Are you going to resign? I agree."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to take the memorial that Pei Mu was holding, without even looking at it.

But he didn't expect that just after taking it here, Pei Mu's wrist was tightly grasped in his hand the next moment, which made him stunned for a moment.

Frowning slightly, Pei Mu looked up at him, his tone full of judgment.

"I beg your Majesty to allow you to join the army."

Xi Yan was stunned for a moment, and at this moment, he also saw what was written on the memorial in his hand.

Pei Shuo wrote it himself, but he didn't want to resign, but recommended Pei Mu to join the military camp, even if he just started as a small soldier.

Xi Yan tightly pinched the hard edge of the memorial, and frowned fiercely.

"Pei Mu, you have thought clearly, you want to join the army?"

"Yes."

The word Pei Mu was very clear and resonant.

Xi Yan's fingers trembled slightly, lowered her eyes, and bent over to lift Pei Mu up. It was four years since she had seen him, the child who was no more than his shoulder.

Now that he is almost catching up with him, I feel dazed looking at him.

Back then, he had said in front of himself that he didn't like fighting, and he definitely didn't want to enter the imperial court.

"Pei Mu, swords have no eyes on the battlefield, you can go to the rivers and lakes you like, and be the knight you want to be."

Pei Mu pursed her lips without saying a word, and slowly let go of Xi Yan's hand.

"Why do you want to enter the court? You should think about it carefully. If you repent, I can pretend that I didn't hear what you said today?"

Pei Mu has never appraised like this for a moment, as if all the uneasiness standing beside him can disappear.

He bowed his head slightly, and did not speak for a while, and the air became quiet.

In the past, he wanted to go to the rivers and lakes. He envied the chicness of those wealthy customers, and he didn't like to be restrained.

Thinking about it now, compared with him, it seems that Xi Yan has been bound since birth.

He wants to carry this world with him.

"I want to accompany you. If you are the emperor, I don't mind expanding the territory for you."

Xi Yan frowned and looked at him, feeling unspeakably sore in his heart, his knuckles trembled slightly, and after a while he lowered his eyes in a panic.

He turned around and sat back in his original position, bowed his head, holding a cinnabar pen in his hand, and looked at the memorial in front of him.

It took him a while to speak in a muffled voice.

"when are we leaving?"

Pei Mu stood in the same place, obviously the two were not far away, Xi Yan kept his head down from the beginning to the end, he couldn't see Xi Yan's expression.

After a while of silence, he opened his mouth, "Three days later..."

Xi Yan's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she always felt very uncomfortable.

Originally, Pei Mu could have her own life, but why did she give up his previous ideals for herself.

It seems that I can still remember him lying on the roof back then, his eyes full of yearning for the future.

It took a while for Xi Yan to make his voice sound calmer.

"I'm ready!"

After the words fell, he wrote a handsome "Zhun" on the memorial with a cinnabar pen in his hand.

Pei Mu immediately bowed his head and kowtowed, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your permission."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the table, Xi Yan looked up at him.

There was a faint smile in Pei Mu's eyes, without any sadness, as if he made this decision willingly.

Xi Yan's mood is very complicated.

Pei Mu raised his hand and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, and opened the oiled paper bag, revealing the two sugar figurines inside.

Just like four years ago, he put the oiled paper bag on the table and pushed it in front of him.

"Please eat sugar man."

Looking at the sugar man in front of him, Xi Yan felt even more complicated.

"Also, Your Majesty, the minister is gone, so smile more if you have nothing to do. Look at you, you are lifeless now."

After saying that, he turned and left with a smile, Xi Yan looked at the sugar figurine on the table, picked it up and held it in front of his eyes for a long time.

When Pei Mu walked to the door, the palace servants outside immediately opened the door and waited outside.

Seeing that he was about to step out the door, Xi Yan's voice came, with a slight sense of heaviness.

"Pei Mu, take care of yourself."

"Okay, Your Majesty will wait for the triumphant return of the minister."

The gate was closed again, and Pei Mu left the palace as he had come.

Xi Yan stood at the window and watched his figure slowly move away, then looked down at the two sugar figurines in his hands.

This time it was still two teenagers.

There was still that wanton smile between the eyebrows and eyes of the two of them, just like the high-spirited ones back then.

"Your arms really look like a treasure chest." Xi Yan smiled slowly as if feeling emotional.