Xue Huan

His face was still white, and his expression seemed to be calm, but his eyes seemed to be burning, he said: "I want to know."

If Ye Gucheng deliberately wanted to hide, no one in the world would be able to find out.King Anding froze for a moment, then returned to normal, still smiling amiably and said to Ye Gucheng:

"Gucheng, you are here."

Ye Gucheng sighed and said:

"If I was one step later, I wouldn't have heard you say such a big secret. I'm not your son, you would have known." He didn't shy away from the other two people present. There are very few heroes in the world who don't break their mouths. in,

The prince did not answer but asked:

"When did your father die?"

Ye Gucheng was taken aback, his memory of his father was too far away, only a few moments of getting along with him, the heavy sword and the even heavier Baiyun City, he thought for a while, and said:

"My father passed away when I was eight years old."

"Eight years old...has it been almost 20 years..." He seemed to remember something, his eyes blurred for a moment.He smiled again and said:

"Your father must be proud of you."

Ye Gucheng couldn't deny it. At this time, Lu Si and the two had quietly withdrawn. The following words are really not suitable for outsiders to listen to. The secret they know today is big enough.

"you have not answer my question yet."

"Yes, I knew a long time ago that you and your father look too much alike."

Ye Gucheng frowned, "Then why are you?" Why didn't you expose it, why did you see me hesitate and feel guilty.

"This is what I owe you, the Ye family."

What do you owe that you need to pay from the world?

"can not say?"

He shook his head, "Now is not the time."

"When is the time?"

"Wait until I'm ready."

"What are you going to prepare?" He was a little aggressive.

"I don't want you to start hating me now."

Ye Gucheng froze, and for a moment he even had the urge not to know.Does he really have no feelings for the prince, he treats him so well, does he really not treat him as a father at all?He took a breath and said:

"If Auntie's son is really yours, then your son should be Ye Guhong." Most people only know that Ye Guhong is a descendant of the collateral line of the Ye family, only a few people know his real life experience.

"It doesn't matter, you are much better than him."

"Other things you can teach him, you don't care about your bloodline at all?" He frowned.

"What I care about is not the blood... Wouldn't it be good to return the country to you..."

"I've only heard of seizing the world and defending the world, but there are still people who return it..."

In fact, he should be happy, but he couldn't help it, and couldn't help being at a loss. If it was that simple, what would the efforts of the ancestors of the Ye family all these years be worth? Only then can Zeng Jin's humiliation be washed away, and the throne must be piled up with corpses in exchange for the world that originally belonged to the Ye family.But who owns the world, who can say clearly, has the power and power, has soldiers and horses, has wealth and strength, and whoever loves the world belongs to him.

"Is it all right for Ye's descendants?"

"...Maybe in theory." He didn't understand why he asked, he was waiting for someone from the Ye family, but Ye Gucheng was really nice.

"I see."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for the prince to respond.He is no longer fit to stay, and he doesn't know what to say when he stays, he needs to be alone.

King Anding just stared at his back in a daze, as if going back in time, more than 20 years ago, there was such a snow-white back walking out of this door like this, so firm and without any hesitation.He stood up abruptly, opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound, but his dazed eyes became clear for a moment. Wasn't it the same with him at that time, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word of convincing.Ye Gucheng's figure had disappeared from his sight for a long time, he lowered his hands, slowly closed his eyes, closed the turbulent bitterness in his eyes, turned around and returned to the room, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes seemed to be getting deeper.

Ye Gucheng is not a person who likes to be lively, although he is always surrounded by flowers and beauties, but that is just the ostentation of Baiyun City Lord, and the loneliness that belongs to Ye Gucheng has not been reduced at all.He chose a secluded road, and the alley was quiet, but he was alone at this time. Every step he took, the past events that he thought he had forgotten would emerge one after another.

In his memory, his father's smile is almost non-existent. He started practicing swords in the sea when he was young, and the water pressure was cold and heavy. At that time, he relied on this feeling very much, just like his father's feeling.His father wore white clothes all the year round, his aloofness all year round, his taciturnity all year round, he thought that all fathers and sons in the world were like them, cold and alienated like strangers, but when he was a child, he actually admired him in his heart, like the whole world admired them The father's children are the same, but the father's always tall and tall body has never bent over to touch his head, and his ice-cold expression has never been warmed by him.Even so, he is proud of his father.

His father should also be a swordsman, but why it is "should" is because Ye Gucheng has never seen his father wield a sword once in his memory, but he has a pair of swordsman's hands, clean and slender, and the calluses on his fingers are like years It was left over from sword practice, but these hands have only touched the sword once between the birth of Ye Gucheng and the death of its owner. That time his father gave him the family-heirloom sword, which is now in Ye Gucheng's waist.

The eternal dialogue between their father and son will always be as follows:

"Did you finish your homework today?"

"Finished the kung fu practice?"

"Go down."

Ye Gucheng's answer is always "yes", is there anything else he can say, no, his father didn't give him a chance, maybe that's why his cold temper came about.

But once Ye Gucheng remembered very clearly that his father had a rare conversation with him, and he asked him:

"Do you like swords?" At that time, he had already started using bamboo swords.

"Yes." His eyes lit up instantly, like stars in a dark night.He naturally loves swords, and this love is engraved in Ye Gucheng's bones. In fact, he doesn't know that everyone in the Ye family loves swords.

His father was silent, and the silence even made the young Ye Gucheng uneasy.His father said again:

"But you can't just like swords."

He was confused, but he didn't have any other hobbies, so he heard his father say:

"There is also Baiyun City, you must also have Baiyun City."

He blinked, not knowing why, he didn't hate Baiyun City.But later he realized that the meaning of Baiyun City, he must like Baiyun City, even if he doesn't like it, Baiyun City is more important than Xubijian.

Not long after that time, his father personally gave him the sword, and he still remembered the joy that almost burst out of his heart at that time, but he was no longer sure whether it was for the sword or for his father's acknowledgment.

Sometimes he always felt that his father's shoulders were very heavy. He often saw him standing silently on the edge of the city wall, his clothes fluttering in the sea breeze, but he seemed to be turned into a stone, and the eternal loneliness of the stone was completely gone. Congealed on him.At that time, he didn't know what the weight was called until the moment he took it.

The aunt who took care of him said that his father died of illness. Fortunately, the illness did not seem to have caused too much damage to his appearance, and he was still clean and decent until the moment he left.He was only eight years old that year, and he already understood that as the young city lord, no matter how great his sadness was, he could not show it on the surface. He always carried Baiyun City behind him, the heavy Baiyun City.

That was the first time his father touched the top of his head, like ordinary people, but it was also the last time.He heard his godly father actually apologizing to him, saying:

"I'm sorry I couldn't wait for you to grow up..."

His last words were so weak that he almost thought he had misheard them all these years, saying:

"I originally wanted you to be a peerless swordsman after all..."

After that, there is no more.The eight-year-old young city lord came to the throne, and with the support of a group of veterans, the Ye family expected him to continue from generation to generation.

Baiyun City is a home, a responsibility, but also a shackle.In fact, he is really grateful to Zhuo Donglai, maybe even God is helping him now, the key to his heavy shackles was offered with both hands, and he stroked the sword on his waist, cold but kind, in fact, I am really sorry these years... ..

If there is nothing in the heart, where is the dust...

There are too many sundries in his heart these years, so his life is full of dust...

He could have had a time when he was just Ye Gucheng.

Unconsciously, he walked to the door of the Escort Bureau again, thinking of Zhuo Donglai, his heart suddenly became hot, and without thinking too much, he stepped in.

Zhuo Donglai was still wearing the purple robe. When he arrived, he was sitting at the desk looking at a document. Seeing him coming, he raised his eyes and said:

"I'm back." He knew that he had gone to the palace, and he should have gone more often.

Hearing this, Ye Gucheng felt a little relieved for a moment. He had imagined that someone could say "Are you back?" when he returned. It could be his parents, wife or brother, but his mother passed away not long after he was born. Yes, my father is too cold and serious to greet me like this. The family is thin and there is only one brother, but the two have never been close.It's been so long since this expectation, so long that he almost forgot that he ever had such an expectation.Now that he remembered, he replied:

"Well, I'm back."

Zhuo Donglai stopped what he was doing and looked at Ye Gucheng. Although he only said one sentence, he felt that something was wrong with Ye Gucheng today. He asked:

"What happened."

"The prince knows that I am not his own son."

Zhuo Donglai raised his eyebrows, sure enough, he didn't feel much surprise, he just said:

"How to say?"

"He already knew."

"Oh, is that so, what's his plan then?" Zhuo Donglai understood from his expression that knowing the truth didn't seem to affect anything.

"Plan whatever you originally planned."

"Good thing, congratulations to the city lord first." Zhuo Donglai smiled.

But Ye Gucheng didn't seem too surprised, he said again:

"Donglai, I remember you once told me that I just need to be a peerless swordsman like Ximen Chuuxue."

"Yes." Zhuo Donglai was surprised. This is what Ye Gucheng told him when he knew that he was helping him win the throne. This is Ye Gucheng's wish and his idea. He will solve private matters. This is his gratitude. But now he doesn't seem to have much use for him.

Ye Gucheng was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, he said:

"Thank you, Donglai..." Then he left again, with firm steps and straight back as when he came, but it seemed as if he had made some decision.

Looking at Ye Gucheng's back, Zhuo Donglai felt a faint unease in his heart, what happened before, and what will happen after...