stop!This is your junior brother!

"Mother, what are you looking at?"

"My mother is watching butterflies."

"Aren't Huahua pretty?"

"nice."

"It's just that the flower is imprisoned in the palace... Where are the butterflies flying around in the wind to be free and happy."

"Mother, I read from the books that all flowers are transformed into butterflies, and butterflies can fly, so why do they turn into flowers?"

"Chen'er, have you read those scripts outside the palace again?"

"Hey~ Empress, I have finished my homework, and the Taifu said I did a good job~ Don't tell Father."

"You--"

"Queen, you haven't said anything yet? Why did the butterfly turn into a flower?"

"...Probably because Butterfly has someone she wants to accompany all the time."

***

The golden dragon pattern is woven with brocade, the handwriting on it is correct, and a big red seal in the lower right corner is stamped so hard that it almost seems to pass through.

He is very familiar with this imperial decree. When preparing to usurp the throne, Qu Qingxie gave a [-]% imitation imperial decree. Except for the jade seal on it, even Eunuch Sun couldn't tell the real one. Fake.

He still remembered that the first senior brother and the second senior brother laughed at each other back then. The second senior brother said that the senior senior brother went to find the number one weaver in the world, and he was not afraid of being chased by others to give him jade hairpins. The handwriting technique is also top-notch.

He had scrutinized the false imperial decree countless times, only thinking about how to complete what should be the jade seal, but he never thought that one day he would see the real one.

What exactly does Ran Cang mean?

Is it an act of beating the tiger talisman in his palace?Is it to make his target more solid?Or did he discover his intention to usurp the throne?

Or... he is now inconvenient to move, after all, he has a little bit of remorse for what happened back then?

Ran Xingchen didn't understand, couldn't see through, so he just followed the steps and thanked the imperial decree like every prince, all of which were actions and gestures that had been repeated for thousands of years, so he didn't need to repeat them.

This was a handover that didn't seem to have any strangeness, everything seemed to follow the most standard etiquette, until Ran Cang told Ran Xingchen to go out, Ran Xingchen hadn't recovered yet.

He seemed to be calm, but in fact his brain was in a mess, he went out backwards, until he reached the door, he suddenly heard Ran Cang yelling and so on.

"Chen'er."

"Father?"

Ran Xingchen's heart tightened, his whole body's muscles tensed, and he secretly said something.

Ran Cang called Ran Xingchen to stop, but he didn't speak, so Ran Xingchen also kept a half-bent posture, and after an unknown amount of time, he heard a soft sigh.

"Chen'er, do you still remember your mother?" After a pause, Ran Cang said, "It's not Empress De."

Ran Xingchen's pupils shrank.

Not Queen De.

That was... his biological mother.

Ran Xingchen lowered his head, his eyes dimmed, "I dare not forget."

If even he had forgotten his mother, who would remember her.

If Ran Cang leaned over to look at it, he would be able to see the deep hatred flashing in Ran Xingchen's eyes, covered by long eyelashes.

Ran Cang looked at the bright yellow bed curtains, and for some reason, recalled the appearance of Miss Wen in those days when her light yellow clothes fell from the tree into her arms.

"Which family are you from?"

"What a handsome kung fu!"

Ran Cang closed his eyes, put up the bed curtain, and saw Ran Xingchen with his head down from afar.

Like, it's so similar.

Especially those eyes, which are exactly the same as those in her birth.

Ran Xingchen was born by coincidence, five points resembled him, and the other five points resembled Empress Wen very much.The Miss Wen family back then, the princess and concubine who didn't have to worry about worldly etiquette, Zeng Qiao smiled and pinched the baby's nose in her arms, and said softly, "Look, brother Cang, this is the knot between us two."

Xu Shi has gone through life and death, and he will always think of the old man.

Ran Cang closed his eyes and opened them again.

"Your mother is gentle and kind. You must remember her conduct and don't let her down."

Ran Xingchen clenched his fists in his sleeves and then loosened them, his body trembled almost imperceptibly, something finally poked his head out.

"Father, when my mother died of illness, what can I say to my son?"

speak out.

The queen mother either died of illness or was poisoned.

speak out.

After all, my mother has such deep-rooted affection for you.

speak out.

As long as you say it, I will give you a quick relief.

Ran Xingchen's throat was blocked, and he could hardly restrain his urge to rush up.

You speak out!

Let mother rest in peace, at least the person who gave her half her life back then still has a conscience for her!

Ran Xingchen could hear the blood rushing in his ears, his heart beating in his chest, and the rumbling sound burst into his mind, as if standing on a cliff, with lightning and thunder above his head, a rumbling waterfall under his feet, and his toes on the edge, a piece of gravel Roll off the cliff.

Following Ran Xingchen's words, the hall fell silent, and Eunuch Sun's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

Ran Xingchen stared at the hazy figure in the bright yellow bed curtain, bloodshot eyes were faintly visible in those protected bright eyes.

Finally, he heard Ran Cang's voice.

"...your mother still read your name before she left."

"So don't forget her."

***

"...Let the third son succeed?" Luo Shu was not too surprised when he heard the news, "Is it Ran Cang's plan, or did he finally find out with his conscience?"

"Master, do you need me to do it?" Lan Zhui asked in a low voice.

Luo Shu touched Lan Zhui's head, "Not for now."

Lan Zhui was the carriage that caught up in the early morning.

Thinking that the master might be asleep, he quietly landed on the carriage, but he didn't expect that Luo Shu pestered [-] to watch a movie and didn't rest yet.Luo Shu thought it was some little thief, so he flipped lightly from the window onto the carriage, put on ghostly makeup, and staged a supernatural version of "Your little cutie suddenly appeared", the moment he met Lan Zhui, he It was obvious that his poor apprentice was suffocating and his whole body froze.

If Lan Zhui hadn't worn Qiongqi's mask this time and replaced it with Bai Ze's, he might have fallen off the carriage.

Lan Zhui said, he thought that he might face the enemy Xuanhuang army this time, so he brought out his Shadow Pavilion and let him lead the team.

He spoke in a serious and expressionless manner, and seemed particularly sincere. If Luo Shu hadn’t seen the left guardian of the Shadow Pavilion holding a stack of rewards with a resentful expression on his face, he might have believed his words, “I finished all the tasks before leading the team this time.” excuse.

"Your third senior brother has people sent by Xiaoqi, at least if there is any trouble, he can know in advance, so that his eyes will not be blackened."

To be honest, Luo Shu is actually not very surprised that Ran Cang gave up the throne. He has walked between life and death many times, and he can best understand Ran Cang's emotions. The question now is whether Ran Cang sees through life and death. , still ashamed.

If you have taken everything lightly, the imperial decree over there is from the heart, and the succession of the third son is a sure thing.

If the heart is like dead ashes, you have to be careful of the sparks from the outside world, as dead ashes can also be rekindled.

While Luo Shu pondered, the curtain of the car moved slightly, and someone who listened to the wind landed on the shaft of the car.

"Master Luo, this is news from the Martial Arts League and the Demon Sect."

The listener put the letter on the table next to Luo Shu. Luo Shu opened it, looked at it carefully, and frowned slightly.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Lan Zhui pushed the pastry towards Luo Shu, and Luo Shu handed the letter paper to Lan Zhui, and picked up a pastry, which was delicious and sweet.

Lan Zhui also frowned.

"Yin country is in turmoil..."

Luo Shu nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Not only the border, but also the spies of the Yin country were caught in the martial arts. I don't know how many people have sneaked into the civilian population."

Lan Zhui pressed the mask on his face, thought for a moment and said, "Although the Yin Kingdom has surrendered to the Qiong Kingdom in recent years and made offerings every year, because of the mutual communication between the two countries, it has brought back a lot of high-yield crop seeds from the Central Plains, and the granaries are sufficient. It will not be forced and helpless to attack."

Luo Shu nodded and sneered, "Look at the Nether Tomb, I'm afraid that when the Yin Kingdom was defeated, many people hid in the Qiong Kingdom. This was premeditated."

"Before, the youngest son guarded the frontier, not only suppressed Yin's imminent move, but also occupied part of Yin's land in several small battles. How could they be reconciled?"

"The Qiong Kingdom covers a vast area, with vast land and resources, and abundant water and grass. In the eyes of the surrounding countries, it is a big piece of fat."

There are no world peace organizations or protection treaties in this world today, and being weak is the original sin.

Conquering all directions and expanding the territory is the ambition of every emperor. Even if the neighboring countries have no disputes with their own countries, they will secretly guard against them and even send troops to fight.

This mentality is analogous to buying a house. Everyone hopes that the bigger the house, the better. For the emperor of a country, this piece of country, this piece of land, is their house.

Luo Shu circled the table with his fingertips, suddenly thought of something, stopped his hand movements, and his eyes darkened slightly.

"No, the third son is in danger!"

***

Xu is thinking day by day, dreaming at night, it is the first time that Ran Cang did not dream of Ning Heng after Ning Heng left.

It's early spring, the sky is already warm, the ground is full of luxuriant grass, and the air is full of fragrance.

He stood there for a while, remembering that this time he wanted to discuss the exercises with Ah Heng. The environment here is very good and there are not many people, so he searched for a long time.

He looked around, walked under the tree, and made an appointment to wait for him here this time.

It was still early, Ah Heng hadn't come yet, just thinking about him made me happy, and couldn't help but leave early.

Ah Heng, Ah Heng...

While muttering, he suddenly heard a scream.

"Quickly open!"

Before Ran Cang could react, a gust of wind suddenly came from above his head.

Unable to dodge in time, he subconsciously picked it up, and a gust of warm light-yellow fragrance fell into his arms.

He raised his eyes and met the girl's staring eyes.

Her eyelashes are long and upturned, like a butterfly about to fly.