Yuezhaoyingan

"Why did you come out alone, without even a guard?" Emperor Cheng didn't mean to let him in, and just talked through Qingming and the raised bead curtain, "Ling Xu said that you changed your face Guard, did you not do your duty?"

Ling Yu's brows moved slightly, remembering that Zhao'an was still downstairs, and said: "Mid-Autumn Festival, come out and walk casually, so you don't have to work for others, and you can be at ease." There are not many guards around, and he wants to be as light as Emperor Cheng. Gong, probably also doesn't want to be disturbed by others, so this remark is acceptable.

Emperor Cheng lowered his eyes, poured the wine on his own, and asked, "Hurry up?"

Although as a courtier, you shouldn't be in a hurry to get out, but Ling Yu knew that Zhao'an was still waiting for him below, and he couldn't wait too long. He didn't want Emperor Cheng to see Zhao'an, so he thought about it: "The street is so lively, Qu He wanted to watch for a while and then let her go, it was getting late, and Er Chen was about to go find her and go back home with her."

"She is followed by someone, do you need to pick her up?" Emperor Cheng's tone was flat, but a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes when he looked at Ling Yu.

Ling Yu's face changed slightly, he was not sure what Chengdi's words meant, but while thinking about it, a young voice suddenly came from not far away with ease: "Your Highness, can I take an extra jar back to the house? "As he spoke, he was about to walk towards Ling Yu.

"Stop," Ling Yu froze, and stopped, "Don't be unreasonable, step back quickly."

Zhao'an froze in place. Before he waited downstairs, he didn't see Ling Yu coming down, so he went upstairs to find him. He didn't drink very well, and when he saw Ling Yu standing in the corridor from a distance, he couldn't drink too much. He didn't notice Ling Yu's strangeness, and now he was a little dazed when he was reprimanded all of a sudden, but he stopped obediently, and was about to turn around and retreat.

But obviously it was too late, Emperor Cheng ordered: "No problem, come here."

When Zhao An heard this, his whole body tensed up, and most of his drunkenness dissipated. He recognized this voice. On the day Ling Yan had an accident, he listened to this voice and mercilessly pronounced Ling Yan's death sentence.

Ling Yu breathed lightly, his nails were slightly embedded in his fingertips, his expression was calm, Zhao'an hesitated and dared not go forward.

Seeing this, Qingming reminded softly: "Young master, my master invites you to come over."

Zhao'an looked up at Ling Yu again, saw Ling Yu nodded slightly, and walked behind him cautiously.Finally, he saw the face of the man who dominated Yuanhe. He had thought that Emperor Cheng would be a man with a tyrannical expression, but the face of the person in front of him was actually very handsome, with mature and graceful eyes, but the corners of his brows and eyes were engraved with the traces of time. Traces, unsmiling, added some vicissitudes for nothing.

Emperor Cheng also looked at him like this, but he didn't speak for a long time. Ling Yu's expression was gloomy, and the silence fermented in this not spacious space.

After a while, Emperor Cheng asked, "Are you the guard accompanying Ling Yu?"

Ling Yu didn't speak, Zhao'an glanced at his straight back, and knew that it was impossible to wait for Ling Yu's instructions to answer on such an occasion, so he could only bite the bullet and answer: "Yes."

There was no violent storm as imagined. Compared with the unpredictability before, Chengdi's expression was even a little relaxed at this moment, and his tone could be regarded as peaceful: "What's your name?"

Zhao'an paused slightly, then spit out two words: "Zhao'an."

Emperor Cheng asked, "Where did it come from?"

Zhao'an replied respectfully: "The ancestral home is Chitai." He secretly wrote the manuscript in his belly, he was a cousin of the Xiang family, and his family was flooded and took refuge with the Xiang family since he was a child.These things have long been explained clearly in the mansion, no matter how Emperor Cheng asks, there will be no mistakes.

But Emperor Cheng seemed to lack interest, and didn't continue to dig into the root of the problem. He just looked at him for a long time, and there seemed to be something flashing in his heart, but he didn't catch it. With an inexplicable intimacy, he said: "It's really young. Are you still used to it in the Prince's Mansion?"

Zhao'an didn't expect him to ask this question, and the original manuscript was not used, so he hesitated and said, "I'm used to it."

Emperor Cheng nodded: "That's good."

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at Zhao'an, and turned his head. The moon outside the window was as bright as a mirror. His side face showed a familiar gentle outline under the moonlight, which even made Zhao'an somewhat suspicious of the ruthless killing in the palace that day. Is the person the same as the peaceful old man in front of him?

It's just that the illusion-like peace disappeared the moment Emperor Cheng lowered his eyes, and he didn't look at them anymore, and his voice was as cold as usual, and he raised his hand and said: "You all step back, you are rash, don't worry about it." Swept my interest."

Zhao An heard that the tension in his heart was slightly relieved, after all, he just scolded him for being rash, and he was not angry.

From the moment Zhao'an appeared in front of Emperor Cheng to now, in just a few words, Ling Yu's heart was full of twists and turns, but at this moment, seeing that Emperor Cheng didn't seem to notice anything, his heart gradually calmed down, and he bowed his head. Said: "Yes, my son will leave." Then he turned and left, and Zhao'an hurriedly followed him downstairs.

Ling Yu walked in front without looking back, thinking that this was the first meeting between Emperor Cheng and Zhao'an, and his mind was full of thoughts. Fortunately, Emperor Cheng did not recognize Zhao'an, but then he thought again, this time I didn't recognize it, maybe I will know it sooner or later. Thinking about it this way, I lost a little bit of anxiety before. He can only think about trying to delay this day, at least until he has the ability to protect Zhao'an .

Although Zhao'an didn't understand the possible risks behind his appearance in front of Emperor Cheng, and there was nothing unusual about the conversation just now, but his intuition told him that he seemed to have done something wrong, at least Ling Yu didn't want it .

Looking at Ling Yu's back, he followed behind Ling Yu with some discomfort. The only thing he could think of was that he should not be greedy for a few glasses of wine. He lost his vigilance and stepped forward rashly to disturb Emperor Cheng. He was rude and unpredictable. , If it doesn't happen now, it's hard to guarantee that the past will not be brought up again in the future.

Thinking about it, my heart was getting heavier and heavier, and I was a little frustrated looking at Ling Yu's back walking in front.Seeing Ling Yu walking towards the shopkeeper, he reminded in a low voice, "Your Highness, I have already paid the bill."

Ling Yu turned to look at him, his eyes calmed down, and said in a gentle voice, "Didn't you say you want an extra pot?" Then he looked at Zhao An Kong Kongruye's hand, and said with a smile, "Why, don't want the one you paid for?" gone?"

He looked normal, as if what happened just now hadn't happened.As if his intuition was an illusion, Zhao An didn't know what expression to respond to for a while.

Ling Yu shook his hand in front of him, and asked, "You really don't want it?"

Zhao'an hurriedly hugged the two jars of spring brewing that the shopkeeper took out, nodded and said, "Yes, yes."

The two of them carried a jar of wine and walked side by side on the way back home. Compared to the bustling Long Street, this street was a bit deserted.The night breeze is blowing, passing the Qingshui River full of river lanterns along the way, some young men and women are taking their children to set the river lanterns along the water flow beside the arch bridge, and the stars are falling in the river. The young children are smiling happily, while the parents On the other hand, he looked at the childish child with doting eyes, and wished for the river lantern, wishing that the child would grow up safely.

Looking at this scene, Zhao An felt a little emotional in his heart. Thinking of the appearance of Chengdi in the restaurant before, he said softly: "Your Majesty does not look as heartless as you imagined." Zhao'an might really think that Yuanhe, who has been on the throne for decades, is just a peaceful old man.

Ling Yu bent the corners of his lips silently, for Zhao'an's precarious sobriety that was blinded by appearances, and then said: "The emperor's heart is unpredictable, his emotions are unpredictable, and he can use the most meaningless expression to decide the life and death of others. On this point, Your Majesty Always qualified."

Zhao'an looked back at those parents and children again, and said, "Isn't he also a father?"

"Before becoming a father, he was very clear about his identity." Ling Yu's voice came from the night breeze, and said softly, "Sometimes he is too clear, so he takes the opposite path."

Zhao'an didn't quite understand this sentence, Ling Yu smiled slightly, but didn't talk to him any more.

Zhao'an looked at the lamp in the river, the candlelight on it, and the blurry image of the woman in his memory flashed by, and he blurted out involuntarily: "I don't know what kind of people my parents are..." Zhao'an seldom thinks about himself Because of his background, he himself was stunned when he said these words.

Ling Yu's hand holding the jug almost slipped, and he stopped, Zhao'an also noticed his silence, looked back at him, and said nervously: "Your Highness, I just said it casually, and I don't care about it. "It is enough for him to have Ling Yu now, and he has never thought about finding his parents. He is afraid that Ling Yu will think too much about it.

Under the moonlight, Ling Yu looked at him with a slightly flustered expression, reached out and pinned his hair behind his ears, and said softly: "To have such a good you, your parents must be very good people."

Zhao'an used to feel that he could bear to abandon his dying self, and his parents were not good things, but these days, whenever he thinks of the lights and shadows flashing in his dreams, he feels warm and sad, and he also thinks about it—maybe his parents are Why did he put the young him at the gate of the nursery because of some difficulties... Regardless of whether Ling Yu's words are comforting or not, but getting the affirmation of his unknown parents from his mouth, Zhao'an breathed out lightly, and had a moment of joy. Shi Ran, taking advantage of the moonlight, he stretched out his hand to hook Ling Yu's slender fingers, and smiled indifferently: "I just need you."

Ling Yu looked at the heat in his eyes, through his fingertips, the heartbeats of the two seemed to overlap, and then he firmly held Zhao'an's hand, and led Zhao'an towards the Prince's Mansion in big strides.