The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

"What has Ah Mo been up to lately?"

Yan Qing flipped through the pages of the book and asked absent-mindedly, only to feel a sour taste when the words came out.

He paused, his ears turned red, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.It's just that I haven't been here for a few days...but this feeling of not knowing anything is really too bad.

"...Your Highness, don't look at me, I don't know," Hei Yan said hastily when he heard this, "When I made a mistake before, the master didn't leave it to me to do it. Now I'm in the master's office. The function in front of it is probably only to relieve your boredom."

Yan Qing was speechless, thought for a while and said, "Then why did Mr. Xi send you here?"

"Uh, because the master can't reach in?"

"You know that's not what I want to ask." Yan Qing stood up and faced Hei Yan, "Mr. Xi doesn't like me, Ah Mo will know, but he still asked Mr. Side to send you here, so he must feel that The side gentleman will not harm me, and there should be some kind of agreement between them, right?"

Hei Yan was frightened by Yan Qing's aura, took two steps back, swallowed his saliva, looked at Yan Qing's eyes full of probing, and said with a smile, "Your Highness..."

"Ok?"

"Your Highness, if you are curious, just ask the master directly, and the master will not hide it from you."

"..."

Yan Qing was speechless immediately.

That day, Mr. Fang came to visit suddenly, and Yan Qing was really taken aback. After all, the person who didn't like him and didn't want to see him suddenly appeared in front of him one day... Although in the end, Mr. Fang really didn't show any signs of it. I don't know how much I like him.

Yan Qing was full of doubts, and he couldn't ask the side gentleman at all. He wanted to ask Zhou Mo, but when it was night, he looked at the man's dark eyes and was so distressed that he couldn't ask anything. Make up for sleep.

Across the city gate, it is doomed that the chances of them meeting will be less and more difficult than before, but if two people who used to stick together every day, give up such a little time to meet...

Then maybe Zhou Mo would not only think that he is empathetic, but would slander him for being weak.

"Well, the things His Highness asked me to prepare earlier are ready," Hei Yan saw that Yan Qing's expression was a little loose, and quickly changed the subject.

Yan Qing was startled when he heard the words, and lowered his eyes, "Understood, you should check around first."

Hei Yan didn't leave, looking at Yan Qing whose expression suddenly fell, hesitant to speak.

Yan Qing didn't hear anything for a long time, so she couldn't help but look up, "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

"...Well, Your Highness, don't you really need to tell the master about this, let him accompany you or something." Hei Yan said coyly.

"Don't bother him, Father Yun's death day, I just want to burn something for him."

Seeing what Yan Qing said, Hei Yan couldn't say anything, so he had to turn around and leave. On the way out, he happened to meet Wan Shi coming in with hot soup.

Seeing Hei Yan, Wan Shi was about to say something, but suddenly met his bottomless eyes, Wan Shi subconsciously stopped talking and dared not speak.

After everyone had walked a few meters away, everything came back to his senses. He pursed his lips and took a deep look at Hei Yan before continuing to walk into the hall calmly.

When Wan Shi came in, Yan Qing was leaning on the imperial concubine chair and rubbing the center of his brows, he put down the things in his hands, walked gently behind Yan Qing, and gently rubbed for Yan Qing.

"Is there something troubling, Your Highness?"

Yan Qing paused and slowly opened his eyes.

Wan Shi didn't say a word, and pressed his temples for him, "The imperial dining room sent perilla soup, and I brought it in for His Highness, Your Highness, do you want to drink it while it's hot?"

"Let's put it away first," Yan Qing didn't get up, resting his cheeks with his hands, and there was no sound in his tone, "Which temple were you from before?"

Everything was taken aback, and even the massage movement stopped for a few seconds.

Yan Qing didn't open her eyes, as if she didn't realize that everything was wrong, she said to herself, "If you are so good at taking care of people, why did you send them to me?"

"...His Highness, Your Highness?! Little one——"

"Don't panic, I'm just asking casually, you see, the people of the side king have inserted themselves into my palace openly," he patted Wan Shi's hand as if nothing had happened, "Okay, go down, let me Stay alone."

Wan Shi changed his expression slightly and left.

After the people left, Yan Qing got up from the chair. He looked at the things on the table and finally sneered.

Wanshi belongs to Wei Jin's people, this is the first sentence Hei Yan said to him after entering the palace, naturally, there are some people from the palace beside him, all in all, each has its own master.

How ironic, none of the servants in his palace regard him as their master.

—

That night, as soon as Haishi passed, Hei Yan quietly left the palace with Yan Qing.

Because of Zhou Mo, Yan Qing is used to dismissing servants in advance, and the servants are also used to the master turning off the lights so early, how can they think that there are people in the master's room or that the master is not in the house.

The two of them stopped before walking far, and Hei Yan put down his things wisely, "Your Highness, I will go to a place far away to guard."

Yan Qing responded softly.

Hei Yan walked a few steps, couldn't help but turned his head again, and saw Yan Qing took out a fire pocket from his sleeve with a dull but skillful movement.

The flames rushed upwards, the fire light illuminated Yan Qing's face, and also clearly illuminated the rosy sockets of his eyes.

Yan Qing squatted by the brazier alone, adding paper money to it little by little, "Look, besides the paper money, I brought this to dad this year."

He picked up the paper bundle next to him, and said in a hoarse voice, "I said before that when I have money, I must build a big pavilion for my dad, and burn some nice clothes..."

He wiped his face, "Look, it's all there, and I'll burn it all for you."

He dialed another brazier and burned a lot of things in it, "It is logical that today is not your death day...but you have such a good relationship, he appointed to find you, if you just watch him collect things, you must If you want to get angry, you might call me heartless, regardless of your biological father..."

Yan Qing couldn't help but burst into tears as he talked, he was actually used to living a life without a father and a mother, and he had already passed the days of crying sadly alone.

But looking at the two braziers placed together, watching the paper sticks inside turn to ashes little by little, the tears were out of his control.

Especially now that he is still trapped in the palace alone, unable to do anything.

Yan Qing hated this kind of life very much.

"You... are you okay?"

A muffled voice sounded behind Yan Qing, Yan Qing paused, wiped away tears in a panic and stood up, only to see the guard who often wandered around his palace appear in front of him.

The guard saw the marks on Yan Qing's face that hadn't dried in time, pursed his lips and turned his head, his eyes fell on the brazier in front of him, and Yan Qing's unreal look flashed in his eyes.

It was only at this time that Hei Yan realized that something was wrong, and he appeared next to the two of them. He looked like he was facing a big enemy, and he seemed to be ready to knock down this person in the next second.

Hei Yan just saw that Yan Qing was very sad, and after much deliberation, he still felt that he should report this to Zhou Mo, but just two seconds after he left, he suddenly realized that there was someone else in Yan Qing.

None of the three spoke, each staring at their respective targets. After a long time, the guard suddenly sat down on the ground, with a hoarse voice, and she stretched out her hand to Yan Qing, "Can you give me some?"

Hei Yan was stunned when he saw this scene.

Yan Qing was also taken aback, then handed the paper money to the guard, and shook his head at Hei Yan.

The two of them stayed here in silence until the sparks were completely extinguished, and there was no more light.

"You were on duty in the main hall before," Yan Qing looked at him, "Do you know something?"

"I don't know," the man answered very neatly, she lowered her eyelids and took a deep look at the gloomy brazier, "Your Highness knows that burning paper money in the palace is a taboo."

Yan Qing knew that what she wanted to say must not be this, otherwise she should have said it just now.

"You know my father." Yan Qing stared at the guard in front of him.

"There is no one who doesn't know Queen Feng." The man had already stood up from the ground, "Your Highness just joked."

"Yunmian."

The man was silent for a long time, and when Yan Qing's squatting legs were numb, he said in a hoarse voice, "When did he die?"

"Obviously I have escaped far away, why are you still..."

Yan Qing closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "14 years ago, it was all my fault..."

The guard was startled when he heard this, with a pale smile on his face, "It's so early——"

—

When Zhou Mo received the news from Hei Yan, he was still outside, planning to arrange a place for Chen Nianhua, who had come all the way, when he heard the news, he entrusted Chen Nianhua to Zhouliu Yanyun, while he rushed to the place. Into the palace.

These days Zhou Mo was not idle, Zhou Liu used all the connections he could use, and even met with Xiao Ran in private.

Things have probably already been figured out, but it is difficult to dig out more details.

When Zhou Mo arrived in the hall, Hei Yan consciously went out to guard the gate for the two, but the movement did not wake up Yan Qing who was dazed by the window.

Traces of crying were faintly visible on his face, but his expression was dazed, dazed, staring at the night outside the window without blinking.

Zhou Mo closed the window, touched Yan Qing's face distressedly, "Why didn't you tell me about the anniversary of the death?"

Yan Qing withdrew his gaze, tilted his head and leaned against Zhou Mo's hand, and did not answer his words.

Zhou Mo always felt that Yan Qing seemed weird, but he came in too hastily, so it would not be appropriate to ask Hei Yan again.

Zhou Mo had no choice but to put strength in his hands, and pressed the person to his chest, "Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Qing was buried in Zhou Mo's arms, pain and struggle flashed across his face.

"...I just miss my father and my father a little bit, Ah Mo, do you think I will defeat my father by fate? I have two fathers, but I can't compare to others."

Zhou Mo was startled, and frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yan Qing closed his eyes and didn't continue, his face couldn't hide his tiredness, "Then I won't talk anymore, I'm sleepy."

"Sleep, I'll accompany you." Zhou Mo carried him back to the bed, and gently kissed him on the forehead.

Yan Qing raised her eyes to look at Zhou Mo, hesitated, and finally closed her eyes without saying anything.

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