Bamboo Raw Huaian

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and there are many, half a day's work, it has already spread a thick layer on the ground.

Thirteen walked and strolled along with the prince, crossed Zhuque Avenue, turned east, and found a plum forest.

The first snow fell heavily on the branches of red plums, and amidst the vast expanse of whiteness, the brilliance of red was even more apparent.

Thirteen smiled and said: "Plum blossoms are proud of the beauty, and I am busy chasing and laughing after the snow."

The prince embraced him, his eyes reflected the smile of the person in front of him, and he also smiled faintly: "Take a skill hanging bamboo stick, and there will be a fragrance on the way back."

Thirteen dragged the prince into the woods, and smiled: "It's all right to break it! If you lose the branches and lose your soul, a plum is not a plum."

He laughed like this and made a fuss for a while, tired from running, calmed down, let the prince hug him obediently, and kept silent.

After the snow fell, the world became quiet.

Thirteen leaned on the prince's chest, quietly listening to the man's heartbeat, the smile in his eyes gradually faded.

He was wrapped up in the warm body of the prince, and the prince let him go, wrapped him tightly, and stood with him in the snow.

The snow is still falling, and the surroundings are very quiet, as if there is only each other between the sky and the earth.

Thirteen thought about it for a long time.

It's been so long that the snow has fallen on the two of them, it's been so long that they seem to be old forever.

Thirteen closed his eyes, and said softly, "Dao Kun."

So light, as light as a sigh.

The prince was startled.

This was the first time Thirteen called his name.

Ever since I told him his name during that autumn, no matter what method I used, whether it was coaxing or deceiving, even when it made people confused, Shisan never called his name.

For no reason, the prince's heart sank.

But he didn't dare to bring it to his face, so he happily kissed the little man in his arms and replied.

"My father is Tanhualang from Yuanhe years." Thirteen said slowly.

This is the most secret place in his heart, a place that he has locked up and put ashes on, and he dare not touch it for more than ten years.

As long as he pretends that he doesn't remember the past, he will still be the most charming little singer in Nanfeng Hall.

Once you start, things will go much smoother later on.

"My father was very young when he was first selected as a prodigy, and he was a child prodigy in the capital.

"Heaven is a genius, and he has a great ambition in his chest.

"It's just that he is too young, has no ambitions and ideals, and doesn't understand the world. My father has a literary talent and a quick mind. When he disagrees with others, he can always refute the other party with classics and classics. Being famous at a young age is a big attraction, and my father is a Such a style...

"Finally, once, my father offended the dignitaries of the court, and was demoted to Guangling for a trumped-up charge.

"At that time, Guangling was very prosperous, and the people's lives were very peaceful. It was too difficult for my father to realize his drastic reforms in Jiangnan.

"Decades of struggle have not yielded results. Later, my father got older and gradually stopped dedicating himself to politics. He hired a gentle Jiangnan woman and became a teacher.

"Just like this, more than ten years have passed. When I was about ten years old, the situation in the capital was turbulent again. My father had been silent for many years, and finally wanted to realize his lifelong ambition. So he bid farewell to my mother and took me back to the capital.

"I was younger at that time, and I didn't care what my father did. I just relied on my own cleverness, reciting poems and running horses all day long, so I was very happy.

"It's been like that for four or five years.

"I don't know when it started, my father suddenly became busy and often didn't go home for several nights.

"That time, my father didn't come back for two whole months. When I asked people I knew well, his words were always vague and unintelligible. Finally, someone who knew the inside story said that it was my father who spoke rudely in court and offended me. Now that the emperor is here, many people are engaged in activities. Let me not worry, go home and wait for news.

"I waited at home for three days, when my father's head fell to the ground, and when the door of the mansion was broken open, the whole family became slaves.

"From now on, there will be one less Duan Qingzhu in the world, and one more Thirteen in Nanfeng Pavilion.

"Dao Kun, my original name was Duan Qingzhu."

Thirteen spoke in a toneless tone, his expression always calm, as if he was telling someone else's story.

After the story was finished, she paused, pursed her lips, and looked up at the prince as if she had made up her mind.

He felt ashamed.

Exactly why his father offended the emperor, and how he was convicted of the following crimes, are still divided.He originally planned to find out the matter, clear his grievances, get rid of his identity as the son of a criminal minister, and then frankly tell the prince that I am Duan Qingzhu who was famous in the capital back then.

It's just too late now.

In the past few days, the rumors in the court have become more and more serious day by day, and all kinds of evidence are against the prince. He has used all kinds of methods, but it is difficult to come up with a perfect plan.

The prince did act cautiously in front of outsiders, but only Shisan knew that the prince had no bargaining chips in his hands.

Besides, the prince loves to laugh too much these days.

Thirteen always felt that deep in the prince's smile, there was a faint sense of determination.

Thirteen was scared.

I'm afraid that the prince will put all his eggs in one basket, and I'm afraid that the prince will die.

So he was cheeky, and at this time, he turned out his dilapidated past with ulterior motives, spread it in front of the prince, and begged him with the most humble gesture:

Please, don't let me face the broken door alone again.

Please, don't let me see the blood of my loved ones again.

……

But he is not just the thirteen of Nanfeng Pavilion.

In the end, he is still Duan Qingzhu who came out of a scholarly family.

Even if he went crazy emotionally and begged the prince not to go on the road of no return, he also knew from the bottom of his heart that since the prince assumed the title of King Huai'an, there was no way out.

For the future of Dawei, he lived to death.

This is the responsibility of the prince, and it is also the wish of the prince.

He can't be a little singer who just wants the prince to love him alone.

He is the lover of King Huai'an.

It is his lover who respects all his decisions and serves as his solid backing.

So no matter how anxious he was, he still left room for each other.

——If the prince's plan must be carried out, he only needs to pretend that he didn't understand the meaning hidden in the thirteen words.

Thirteen looked up, waiting for the prince's answer.

The prince looked at him tenderly.

Thirteen immediately looked into Wang Ye's eyes.

He saw the forbearing love in the prince's eyes, and saw the relief of the prince's lucky encounter with his confidant.

Seeing the prince's persistence quietly.

Thirteen closed his eyes.

Broken tears trickled down from the corners of his red eyes, and he heard his hoarse voice say, "I see."

The strength of the prince's arm slowly tightened, as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into the flesh and blood.He lowered his head, gently kissed the tears at the corner of his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and finally said: "Qingzhu."

"sorry."

The prince also told him a lot.

For example, when Duan Guangling re-entered the capital, he already knew how to hide his edge. Although he encountered great obstacles on the way to realize his true political ideals, at least his official career was stable and his future was bright.

For example, Duan Guangling used to be like-minded with Huai'an Wang, and they were friends of Wangnian.

For example, Duan Guangling was defeated and died in the competition of various forces in order to protect the innovation and fundamentally touched the interests of the old clan.

For example, after the death of Duan Guangling, the reformers were hit hard, and the young King Huai'an only had time to slightly modify the file of his friend Zhizi, so that in the eyes of the old clan, he had followed Duan Guangling to death.When I wanted to help other family members, I found that my rights had been emptied.

For example, the prince has been looking for him all these years.It's just that the reform failed, the prince's relationship network was almost completely broken, and there were very few clues.It wasn't until I saw him in Nanfeng Pavilion that day that I was finally sure that this person was still alive.

such as……

Thirteen has been listening quietly, and when he finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed his lips fiercely.

Too vicious to even be called a kiss.

Thirteen was no longer as well-behaved as before, like a crazy little beast, biting the man's thin lips out of proportion.

Until the strong smell of rust melted between the lips and tongue, until the eyes could not stop blackening due to lack of oxygen.

Thirteen had no choice but to put his forehead against the prince, and took a quick breath.

The air was too cold, and it was mixed with the dark fragrance of plum blossoms and the familiar sandalwood fragrance of the prince, messy and irritating to the nasal cavity.

Inhaling this breath, the nose immediately became sore, and tears poured out of the phoenix's eyes uncontrollably, flowing in different ways.

Thirteen didn't want the prince to see him, so he lowered his head and bit his lip even more fiercely.

The prince hugged him tightly, trying his best to suppress the sour and turbulent emotions in his heart, and indulged the person in his arms to do something to his lips.Until the man's hands started running down the collar, tugging eagerly.

The prince lightly covered his flailing hands, kissed him over and over again, took a deep breath, and managed to keep his tone steady: "It's too cold, let's go back, shall we?"

Thirteen didn't look at him, and tried hard to break free with the hand holding his skirt.

The prince was afraid of hurting him, so he didn't dare to use too much force.But he is usually an obedient and clever little person, and when he starts to be ruthless, he can't stop him even if he doesn't try hard.

After a while, the prince sighed: "Qingzhu."

The name seemed to have magical powers, the person in his arms immediately let go of his strength when he heard it.

But he still refused to raise his head, buried in the prince's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "It is said that 'the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold', I want to keep it in mind."

Hearing what he said, the prince felt as if he was being pinched.

In his whole life, from the moment he decided on this name, everything he did and everyone he killed was for Wei.

He has long since lost his identity as a human being and has become Wei's most powerful knife.

There can be no weaknesses.

There can be no fetters.

Can't have feelings.

Ask yourself, he is worthy of everyone in this world.

But he is alone ashamed of the person in front of him.

After making that decision, he always thinks about Thirteen.

He thought, this time it was his fault.Shisan accepted beatings and scolding honestly, even if Shisan left him because of this, he would admit it.

But he knew Thirteen would not.

This person looks weak and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but inside he is very tough.Even the most important things would be torn apart and crushed by him, swallowed into the stomach mixed with flesh and blood, and the appearance was still calm, and there was no trace of inappropriateness in the whole body.

Being pushed into a hurry, it was just a tactful request for a dream mixed with hope.

The prince's eyes were red, and he couldn't restrain himself any longer, and kissed the red lips fiercely.

……

Thirteen was in a daze, as if he heard the prince calling him.

He pursed his lips, clenched the prince's hand, and said in a low voice, "Dao Kun."

The last tear fell from the phoenix eye, and was held in the palm of a pair of well-knit hands.

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Chen Daofu

The plum blossoms are proud of the crowd, and I am busy chasing and laughing after the snow.

Fold off a hanging bamboo stick, there will be a fragrance on the way back.