The prince is shameless

Intending to commit treason is a felony for confiscating one's home. If the emperor is in a good mood, or the circumstances are not serious, he may be able to get exiled and avoid beheading.

But Wen's military power is in his hands, and his relationship with the emperor is neither far nor close, so there is no possibility of escape.

Wen Xing clenched his hands into fists, his nails were almost embedded in the flesh.

He finally understood why there was sarcasm in Wen Yu's eyes last time when he taught him to keep his own place, because Wen Yu also knew about it.

He disagreed, but he didn't stop it.

The elder brother who taught him to be loyal to the emperor, patriotism, self-denial and etiquette since he was a child clearly knew that his father had evil intentions but did not try to stop him. Instead, he hid in a remote border by himself.

How ridiculous.

Wen Xing covered his face and laughed silently.

The cold wind penetrated into the body along the gap and penetrated into the bone seam.

In the end, he is just a pawn in a game carefully planned by others.

But he actually thought about getting the attention of the chess master.

In his previous life, he was Xie Yi's pawn.In this life, he is Wen's pawn.

From the beginning to the end, only he has always thought that he has mastered his own destiny.

But fate told him that these were just illusions, and his life was a joke.

Wen Xing's straight waist slowly bent down, mixing all the emotions into the deepest part with the cold wind.

After a long time, he finally got up and walked away from this wilderness and forest step by step.

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The next day, in the Eastern Palace.

Xie Yi stood in front of the empty room, his face sinking like water.

"Well, Your Highness...you can take advantage of today's rest, why don't you go and rest for a while?" Fu Lu, who accompanied Xie Yi, couldn't help but comfort him, "It's fine for Mr. Wen to be waited by the servant, don't you Tired out."

Wen Xing didn't come back for a long time, Xie Yi stood here for a long time.

From the initial anxiety to the final calm.

In Wen Xing's room, there were no traces of fighting, no smell of ecstasy, and no faulty tea.And even Ann is missing, so there is only one possibility.

Wen Xing left by himself.

In fact, ever since he was summoned by Emperor An Long yesterday, Xie Yi had noticed something was wrong with Wen Xing's mood.

Maybe it was what the father had said to him.

【"It is impossible for you and him to have a result!"】

Emperor Anlong's angry words echoed in his ears over and over again, like thorny vines, tightly binding Xie Yi's heart.

He closed his eyes, finally moved his body that had been stiff all night, and said in a hoarse voice: "No need, go back to sleep alone, don't wait."

Feeling that Xie Yi was in a bad mood, although Fu Lu didn't understand, he obediently said "yes".

Xie Yi knew that it was best for him to send someone to go to the Wen Mansion again at this time, but the words that came to his mouth turned around, and they were crushed and swallowed back.

Xie Yi didn't know that Wen Xing had opened his heart to the current "Xie Yi" as early as that time of being polluted, but he was tired of not receiving any response to his initiative for so many years.

Even if he was really sorry for Wen Xing in his previous life, he would still get tired.

Maybe he shouldn't have chosen to keep Wen Xing's own rebirth a secret.

Xie Yi rubbed his temples wearily, and finally turned around and went back to his room.

On the other side, Wen Xing was wandering aimlessly in Zhang'an City.

After last night, he didn't go back to Wen's mansion, and wandered around alone.

Watching the dark night sky gradually brighten up, watching the quiet Zhang'an City gradually recovering its vitality.

After one night, he still couldn't make a choice.

Wen Xing thought that he could not be completely loyal to the emperor, but his patriotic enthusiasm was not lost to anyone. It was impossible for him to watch his father rebel, disturb the tranquility of the Northern Dynasty for decades, and disrupt the rare harmony of the people in the capital.

However, he is also unwilling to take responsibility for his father's actions.

He didn't know this kind of thing until yesterday. Once it was revealed, even if it was revealed by him himself, he would not be able to escape.

But he didn't know about this matter from the beginning to the end, so why should he be jointly and severally responsible?

Just relying on that layer of blood relationship that is worse than none?

He doesn't want to.

But he couldn't help it.

With a heavy boulder weighing on his heart, Wen Xing wandered in confusion on the almost deserted street in the early morning.

"Yanyan, don't run so fast, wait for me!"

"Obviously you are too slow... ah!"

A child who looked back and laughed at his partner inadvertently bumped directly into Wen Xing's back.

Wen Xing's scattered thoughts were bumped back firmly by the child.He quickly turned around and squatted down, and asked softly, "How's it going, are you okay?"

The child rubbed the tip of his sore nose, and a physiological mist appeared in his clear eyes.

Another little boy whom he called "Yan Yan" also rushed over in a hurry, because he didn't hear Wen Xing's inquiry, he grabbed his companion and kept him behind him, apologizing repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we ran into you for fun, are you okay?"

Wen Xing was dressed luxuriously, and Yan Yan could tell that he must be from a wealthy family, so he was afraid that if he accidentally offended him, it would cause trouble.

The hand that was half outstretched to touch the boy's hair was stunned in the air, and Yan Yan shrank subconsciously, as if thinking that Wen Xing wanted to hit him.

The clothes on Yan Yan's body were nothing more than coarse linen, and there were still a few small patches faintly visible.His face had a withered yellow that a pampered young man didn't have, and his stubbornly opened arms were thin and weak.

Wen Xing was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he had unknowingly walked to the west of the city, to the poorest area in the capital.

Since entering the palace, Wen Xing came here less and less frequently, so that the newborn children here were very strange to him.

He paused, put his hand on Yan Yan's dry and frizzy hair, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, I don't mean any harm, I just want to ask if the child behind you is in pain."

"Don't worry, Yanyan, this young master is really not blaming me."

The boy who regained his composure hastily clarified for Wen Xing.The tip of his nose was slightly red, and there was a cheerful smile on his fair face.

This boy does not seem to be from the west of the city.

Wen Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't ask any further questions.Seeing that the child was fine, he got up with confidence, and said with a slight smile, "Since you are fine, then I'll go first."

"My lord... don't you seem very happy?" The five or six-year-old child was still innocent, but when he saw Wen Xing smiling, he looked even more tired, so he couldn't help but ask aloud.

Yan Yan seemed to have noticed this, and asked with a wrinkled face, "Well, did Xiao Xi really bump into you just now?"

"No." Wen Xing patted Yan Yan's head helplessly, "I just have something on my mind. Speaking of which, I really envy you, you don't have to think about anything at such a young age."

Five or six years old was just the age for fun, Wen Xing only remembered that he hadn't suffered from that serious illness at that time, no matter how much he had, he couldn't remember anything clearly.

Maybe they are as lively and active as these two children.

He sighed lightly, unable to bear the sadness in his eyes.

He has not been so carefree like them for a long, long time.

Feeling Wen Xing's heavy heart, Xiaoxi opened her mouth, and suddenly said, "If the young master doesn't dislike it, why don't you play with us?"

"Huh?" Wen Xing was taken aback, but he never expected to be invited by a child one day.

"Xiaoxi!" Yan Yan gave Xiaoxi a reproachful look, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my lord, Xiaoxi is straightforward, and I hope you won't be angry."

Wen Xing could tell that Yan Yan's inferiority complex was probably raised in his bones because of his poor family.

He frowned, and nodded in response to the banquet, which was apprehensive but also filled with anticipation.

"It's my honor that you don't dislike me."

Wen Xing groaned with a smile, temporarily put aside his situation, and allowed himself to indulge in the rare happy time.

Wen's rebellion?The choice of the country?

Go to hell.

Now he is the son of an ordinary wealthy family in the eyes of children, not the so-called second son of the Wen family, the former companion of the prince.

During this short period of playing, Wen Xing also learned something about Yan Yan and Xiao Xi.

Xiao Xi is a child of a merchant family living in the east of the city. Although his family background is not rich, it is considered good.

And Yan Yan is a poor child born and raised in the west of the city.In recent years, under the care of the crown prince intentionally or unintentionally, the people in the west of the city have gradually found work, and their situation is much better than before, and they can barely make ends meet.

But after getting used to frugality and humility for a long time, most children in the west of the city still can't get rid of the awe of the rich.

Xiaoxi's father often goes out to do business, and his mother is in poor health and rarely disciplines Xiaoxi, so he often goes out to play by himself—provided that he doesn't go too far.

It's just that once, Xiaoxi chased a mouse all over the street out of curiosity, and accidentally ran to the west of the city, where she ran into Yan Yan, who was soft and shy, even more timid than the mouse.

"You don't know, when Yan Yan saw the mouse, she was so frightened that she almost cried."

Xiaoxi recalled the scene at that time and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Xiao Xi!" Yan Yan's withered and yellow cheeks turned red, like a ripe apple.

Wen Xing sat and chatted with the two of them who were tired from playing, and couldn't help but smile a little when he heard the words, and said, "Let's not talk about the banquet, but Xiaoxi, why are you chasing mice?"

"It's fun!" The clear childish voice was mixed with a milky voice, and the upright little figure couldn't be any more cute.

Yan Yan couldn't help muttering: "What's so interesting about mice..."

Smiling, Xiao Xi leaned in front of Yan Yan and pinched his cheek, saying: "Of course, I didn't play well with Yan Yan."

"What nonsense!"

I don't know if it's because of shyness, but the pale pink on Yan Yan's face that hasn't faded has become a little heavier.He waved Xiao Xi's hand away, and rubbed towards Wen Xing.

"Okay." Wen Xing caressed Yan Yan's back in a comforting manner, "Then what happened after that?"

"Of course I was cute and witty to attract Yanyan, and then I became good friends."

Xiaoxi leaned to Yanyan's side with a playful smile on her face, and she didn't know how much she could believe.

Yan Yan rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily: "Obviously Xiaoxi didn't know how to go back, so she insisted on dragging me and asking me to take you home. Fortunately, my mother often goes to the east of the city to go to the market, otherwise you would cry."

No matter how inferior Yao is to her own identity, Yan Yan dares to refute Xiao Xi, which shows that the relationship between the two is really deep enough.

"Okay, okay, it's your wit and cuteness that attracted me." Xiaoxi was not annoyed at Yanyan for revealing this dark history, and continued her story.

"Later, Yanyan took me to his house, and asked his mother to take me back home. It's just that I saw that their life was too different from what I remembered, so I told my mother about it. Mother With a soft heart and kind heart, immediately let me find more banquets to play with, if possible, it would be best to bring them home to play with."

"Unfortunately, Yan Yan is a shy person. It has been more than half a year and I still haven't agreed."