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Seeing that Song Xian had no intention of speaking, Imperial Concubine Ming sighed, stood up and walked down. The strong ambergris sweet fragrance on her body forced her to Song Xian one step ahead of her, and she knelt and sat in front of Song Xian. In front of Xian, a round fan covered most of his face, only showing a pair of gorgeous and deep eyebrows and staring at Song Xian, she said: "I will ask you again, do you want to be the prince?"

Song Xian was a person who could tell anyone without changing his expression and with a brilliant tongue, but when he met this pair of frosty and foggy eyes, he lost his sense of proportion.

Since the last time, Song Xian always felt that it was true that she could see people's hearts.

It's just that this man's spine was broken early in front of the emperor, and his temper was wiped out.She was raised so tenderly and weakly that she simply swallowed everything that the emperor disliked concubines could understand.

Song Xuan thought about it and said again and again: "Who has been a prince since ancient times, who would not want to live in the East Palace?"

Xiao Lingming heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Song Xian's words, he thought: At least Song Xian was willing to speak out.

And he has no other choice, King Shen has a vendetta against him for killing his mother, as for princesses and the like—in his opinion, there will be no princesses who will treat him well.

The princesses who call themselves heavenly daughters will not like him, a concubine who is fortunate to their father for his youth and beauty.

Not to mention that no princess will treat him better in the future because of pity for him, or even delusions.

He will, and what he is good at is only what he learned from Song Yu—how to make men like him more after being taught by the emperor.

Xiao Lingming was liked by a woman only once in his life, but it was such a love that he didn't know where it came from, and he only felt inexplicable.It was so easy to cause him to fall from his glorious and bright youth, and then fell into the mud of darkness.

He looked at Song Xian in front of him, and could only say helplessly, "You can fight...but I won't help you."

"—I don't want to stay in this palace, never again."

Song Xian's eyebrows twitched when he heard her say this.

But in a short sentence, her voice is steady, but she seems to have the ability to speak ordinary words so that it sounds heart-warming, which is her ability to soften her heart.

Song Xian lowered his eyes and said, "Xian'er won't implicate the empress."

But she suddenly said: "You will not be able to become the East Palace." She counted them one by one to Song Xian, "What do you have? King Cheng has always been prestige in the court, and King Shen has outstanding martial arts in Bianzhen. "

"—What about you? Do you have a good temper that everyone praises?"

For Xiao Lingming's underestimation, Song Xian was not angry, instead he stretched out his hand to hook the tassels hanging from his hair, and said with a joke: "If you want to say, then Xianer is favored by his mother and concubine."

"Pa—" Xiao Lingming slapped Song Xian's hand away, and reprimanded, "Presumptuous."

Song Xian withdrew his hand, but said: "No matter how presumptuous things are, I have done them."

Xiao Lingming glanced at him sideways, suppressing his anger, "Since you are in the East Palace, you shouldn't do such frivolous things that offend your concubine."

Song Xian smiled. When he hooked his lips, there was a small depression on the right side of his cheek, but it was not a dimple. It looked very harmless and gentle. He answered irrelevant questions, "When I first met your mother, I liked her very much. .”

Xiao Lingming froze for a moment when he saw the hollow on his cheek, those forgotten past events gradually surfaced from the end of his bottomless memory.

——It was not the first meeting, but there were too many people, and the hatchback could not be recognized.

When he first met Song Xian, their identities were also very different.

At that time, Song Xian was a young prince whose mother and concubine died early and was not favored, and Xiao Lingming was a child who was brought up by Emperor Wu in Hanyuan Palace and raised him personally.

In the palace at that time, all Xiao Ling could see were cautious and obsequious smiling faces.They were not sure about Xiao Lingming's identity, so they only called him "little son" carefully and respectfully.

One day he sneaked out of Hanyuan Hall to play in the Spring Pool, but a crying kitten leaked into the watertight boundary where he was supposed to be in Shihe.

The existence of Xiao Lingming is the biggest secret in the Hanyuan Palace. When the servants saw the child, they all panicked. However, Xiao Lingming hadn't seen anyone other than Emperor Wu and his servants for a long time. He squatted down with great interest, condescending He asked Song Xian, who was still a group of children, which family's servant girl he was, and why he didn't kneel when he bumped into him.

At that time, Song Xian just kept crying and didn't answer.When had Xiao Lingming been ignored like this before, and he immediately lifted his face and yelled, "Talk back!"

Song Xian's eyes were filled with tears, and he barely stopped crying. When he opened his eyes, he saw the lifelike and ferocious beast embroidered on Xiao Lingming's chest. He was frightened and cried for three seconds. stand up.

At that time, Xiao Lingming saw him crying and crying as if he was frightened, he felt annoyed, he threw away his hand and didn't want to talk to him, he just waved his hand and ordered someone to take him away.

——But now he is relying on the urchin of the past to find a way to survive in the future.

Song Xian saw that she had moved the round fan slightly, and her lazily falling hair was hanging by her ears, tangled together with the thin gold earrings on her earlobe, her soft breath passed through the translucent silk fan to the tip of Song Xian's nose .

Song Xian heard her ask in a low voice: "What does Xian'er like about Ben Gong?" Her gaze turned down, and then flickered across Song Xian's eyes, "Are you looking good? There will be lack of love around Xian'er." Is it beautiful?"

Song Xian shook his head and laughed, "Your Majesty lacks some self-knowledge. There is no shortage of beautiful people, but people like you are really rare." He paused, and then said: "And the same You're funny, you're sweet and candid."

Xiao Lingming seemed not expecting Song Xian to say such words, which made him feel a little ridiculous.

The palace is full of people, and the only people he can see are those.The sage is the emperor who is in charge of his life and death, and the rest are his servants who are in charge of life and death.

Song Xian—a person who lived under the foot of the majestic imperial power with the same trepidation as him, but was born to be linked with him by fate by accident.

But Xiao Lingming only wanted to use Song Xian's hand to give him a last hand, to drag his remnant body over the majestic vermilion wall of the Great Yuan Imperial City, to reach the vast world outside.

But Song Xian wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to send himself to the Hanyuan Palace—the supreme cage. For this, he was willing to give up his freedom and his love to be the lord of the ten thousand people.

Xiao Lingming finally came to his senses, he thought: One day Song Xian will feel resentment and resentment towards me who is not with him wholeheartedly.Just like my sister back then.

The bloody events of that year were vivid in his memory, and the distorted appearance of those familiar faces in front of the butcher's knife floated from the bottom of his heart to his eyes in an instant, and Xiao Lingming was afraid again.

He did not speak for a long time.

He didn't understand what pushed him to such a similar situation as Xiao Lingyi back then.

Xiao Lingming even trembled, whether he should agree to the present, the mountain collapses in the future, the three-foot white silk or a glass of poisoned wine.

The saint does not want him to be buried with him. If his body can be buried in a place that has nothing to do with the imperial city or the imperial mausoleum, and let the wind between heaven and earth, and the water between rivers and seas take it away, and return it to nothingness, then he will be free.

But he didn't have the courage to face the imminent death openly.

Those fiery, staunch things have already been worn down and corrected early in the past ten years in order to survive.

"You shouldn't like me."

"—You just think that I am your father's man, and that I am weak and can be bullied." Xiao Lingming lowered his eyes.

These words were heartbreaking, and directly pointed to the deeper things under Song Xian's spying—he was spying on everything about Jun's father.

But Song Xian was amused, and he said: "It's just an ordinary appreciation of interesting beauties. I don't mean to share the mountains and swear with you. Of course, I will always remember that you belong to the emperor."

Xiao Lingming was silent for a moment, and seemed to believe it again, he only said: "Don't let His Majesty know your thoughts, he will kill you."