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Xiao Lingming thought back to those years.

Even though Song Yu treated him so moodily, depending on his heart, he still could not feel hatred or even resentment towards him.

What a heinous crime Master Qinghe committed back then. She was unfaithful, unjust, filial, and unkind. The crime was so deep that she and even the entire Xiao family were involved.

But now he didn't vent his anger on him.Song Yu let him live, let him live well in the Hanyuan Palace until he was 16 years old, and brought him up with good food, clothing and education.

But then he personally pushed him into another boundless abyss.

Xiao Lingming once took a picture of himself in the mirror. He wondered if it was because he was more and more like Xiao Lingyi, and Princess Yuzhen's infidelity and spying on him touched the hidden pain in Emperor Wu's heart back then?

But Song Yu didn't love him, and didn't even like him.

Xiao Lingming has been with Emperor Wu for nineteen years, and he sees Emperor Wu clearly from another angle.This is not the case when Song Yu loves someone.

Even compared to today's imperial concubine Xiao Shi, Emperor Wu liked, loved and cared more about Xiao Lingming who was in Hanyuan Hall back then.

What is in Zhaoyang Palace today may be an inferior and failed creation to the saint.He is a bit like someone whom the sage has loved deeply, but he is not resemblance enough, and there are many deliberate traces created by the sage himself.

Xiao Lingming was born with wishful thinking, and felt that he had glimpsed a ray of skylight in the endless darkness and had a chance to escape, but now he consciously wants to understand the emperor's mind, and he just finds it funny.

How long can Song Yu last?

He has served by his side until now, and he has a certain number in his heart.

Xiao Lingming estimated subconsciously, and the long dark vermilion nails dug into the flesh with his unconscious movements, then lifted and moved back little by little, like this two or three times.

As the dull pain in the fingertips gradually dissipated, the unwillingness and fear that had lingered in Xiao Lingming's heart until now quietly dissipated.

Why on earth do I feel reconciled.

If it weren't for the sage's kind treatment, he would have died 19 years ago without a burial.But now that Emperor Wu had abandoned the harem, he was under one man and over ten thousand people. In the past ten years, apart from power, although nothing was what he wanted, he got almost everything Xiao Lingyi wanted back then.

Thinking of this, even some secret pleasure of revenge loomed.Now that it is today, the end of life can be seen at a glance.He should stop complaining about himself, and should try his best to live out his last days.

Xiao Lingming was sunk in his thoughts and couldn't break free, but was pulled out suddenly by a pair of hands.He raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw the prince's black python robe, and then he was pushed into a strange embrace by the back of his head.

Song Xian pulled him into his arms abruptly but softly, he knew that he had crossed the boundary, not because of secular etiquette, but the line drawn in his heart.

After all, he was moved by such a simple fragility and hesitation.

Song Xian was a little uneasy, he didn't hesitate a bit because he was moved by the concubine's face, but he was afraid of the love and pity he would eventually give birth to for her.

But he didn't want to take back the hands that hugged his aunt, and he had some inseparable attachment to that weak dependence.

Song Xian's mother died early, the princess is a noble daughter with self-respect, and the side concubine is a spoiled daughter who only likes poetry and books.

Xiao Lingming's chin rested slowly on Song Xian's shoulder. On the shoulders of the pro-dynasty robe was the same hard and cold gold thread as the emperor's robe, which made him ache.

But Xiao Lingming didn't move, he just moved his face to bury himself deeper into the soft collar and Song Xian's warm neck.

——Does he like my face like his father, or does he have some joy for Xiao Lingming?

This is a matter that you know the answer without asking. Xiao Lingming is the young master who was executed along with the nine clans of Qinghe princess in the treason case of the Marquis of Yongchang.

Or maybe it wasn't that early, maybe he really lived to be 16 under the protection of the emperor.

It's just that now she lives in the Zhaoyang Palace, and has been honored by the emperor's long grace for ten years, and the only one who can be called a royal concubine is the emperor's favorite concubine Xiao.

——Before he reaches the end of his life in a blink of an eye, is there another person in this world who knows that there was a person named Xiao Lingming in this world.

——Even give him a little sincerity?

Xiao Lingming, who was let into Song Xian's arms, was thinking aimlessly.

Xiao Lingming buried himself in Song Xian's shoulders and neck, exhaled lightly, and said in a low voice, "Sui'er is not young anymore, I want to find a good time to let her out in a year or two. I'm afraid I will have to trouble you to help her out." I watched her a little bit."

Song Xian froze for a moment when he moved, took a breath to calm himself down, then turned his head slightly to look at Sui'er who was kneeling quietly in the corner, and replied: "It's natural."

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When Song Xian left the palace, he followed her will and took Sui'er, who hadn't left the palace for nearly 20 years.

Although the palace rules were strict and she had to return before the key was released, so she could only go out for a few hours, but she still couldn't hide her excitement.

Song Xian sat on the other side of the carriage, casually sizing up Sui'er's profile as he opened the curtain and looked out.

Broken looks really good.According to her age, she should not be young anymore, but she still couldn't hide the beauty of the girl between her brows.

Although she was not as stunning as the nobleman she served, she was still a pretty beauty.

It's just that she doesn't know if she has such a shameful relationship with her little concubine who seems to have a good mirror, Song Xian thought casually.

Cars and horses passed through the main road of Pingjing City, and turned into the bustling and busy market after crossing the fork.

Sui'er looked at the bustle of voices outside, already itchy and curious.After getting off the carriage, Song Xian stretched out his hand to help her up, which meant that he wanted to condescend to accompany her through this journey in person.

It may be a great honor to fall into the eyes of other slaves, but perhaps there will be some undue guesses based on her appearance.

But Sui'er was completely unaware that she had lived in the palace for nearly 20 years, and followed her master for the first half of her life as a secretive and honorable little master in the Hanyuan Palace, and later as a favorite concubine who grasped the limelight of the Sacred Heart.She is also Xiao Lingming's only caring person, so naturally she is indescribably precious.

In her eyes, the only masters who need to bow their heads in this world are Jinjin and Xiao Lingming.

Song Xianxing was beside her, personally and carefully telling her about the customs outside the palace.

Seeing everything fresh and yearning for her, Song Xian couldn't help but wonder, if she had the chance to step out of the palace in Zhaoyang Palace, would she have such a vivid young daughter's posture.

But Song Xian said no after thinking about it, she is not that temperamental, she is calm and gentle on weekdays, like the light in a mirror, the moon at the bottom of the lake.