Prince, who shall we kill today?

When Rong Xuechuan returned to the mansion, he first told the eldest son to send more people to arrest people, and then went to the youngest son's room.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a strong smell of medicine gushed out, making people frown.Rong Xuechuan opened all the doors and windows to let in the air, and let the slanting light shine in, dispelling the coldness in the room.He walked around Han Che's room, and finally stopped in front of a wall, took off the sword on the wall, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The sword is very light, and he gave it to Han Che when he was 12 years old.The kid liked it very much, and at the beginning, he slept with the sword in his arms every day, and only changed after being scolded by him.

Rong Ze went over and asked, "Aren't you going to save him, father?"

"You want to save him?" Rong Xuechuan looked up at his eldest son.The relationship between their brothers is not good, he knows it.As the eldest brother, although Rong Ze is strict with himself and always wants to be a tolerant and kind person, he still can't help but make sarcastic remarks when facing Han Che.

Rong Ze lowered his head, bit his lip, and seemed to be struggling in his heart.

After a while, he said frankly: "I don't really think about it. But... I have to save him. I hate his willful behavior and humiliate the lintel. I also understand him... He is seriously ill, bitter in his heart, wants to revel, but his wish is fulfilled... We shouldn't blame him for this. But..."

"Don't be embarrassed." Rong Xuechuan said, "He made such a decision, he must have considered it carefully and made sufficient mental preparations. He must be very clear about what he will face. He dares to act willfully and recklessly, so he should have the courage to bear the consequences. He is not afraid of implicating his family, and you don't have to care about his life or death, let alone force yourself to forgive his selfishness."

His tone was flat, without emotion in his words.Rong Ze listened with a heavy heart.Later, the father and son stood in Han Che's small courtyard and chatted about other important matters, and the night fell all over them before they knew it.

When the meal given by the emperor was delivered to the palace, the whole family of the prince was also eating.Xuechuan thanked the emperor for the reward, and sent someone to send his servant away.Rong Ming has always had a gluttonous appetite, and hastily exposed the diners, and was blown in the face by the heat.

"What is this?" Rong Ming stretched his chopsticks in, picked up a piece of meat, and sniffed it vigorously, showing an intoxicated expression, "It smells so good~"

"Presumptuous!" His mother slapped his hand and reprimanded, "Your father hasn't moved the chopsticks yet, why are you so anxious?! You don't know the rules, so you read for nothing, and go to the ancestral hall to kneel after eating."

Rong Ming immediately became depressed, and called out in a drawn-out voice: "Father—"

"It's okay." Rong Xuechuan waved his hands, "Sit down and eat. This is Che'er's favorite food in the past. I don't know if you are used to it."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Rong Ming seemed rather jealous: "Father actually remembers what that man likes to eat..."

Rong Xuechuan did not expect that he would say that sentence so naturally. Fortunately, the person whom he called the nickname was not there, he was relieved, and then showed a gentle smile: "That's because my father also likes to eat this .”

As he spoke, he picked up a piece first, put it in his mouth, and chewed hard.

He is usually unsmiling, but today he is always smiling. The family members see that they have different thoughts, but they dare not say more.He only laughed when he was too angry.

Rong Ming broke free from his mother's restraint, stretched his arms and rummaged through the food boxes, trying to pick the biggest one.He said in his mouth: "Father loves to eat, Ming'er will naturally have to taste it!"

Rong Ze didn't like big meat, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma, so he wanted to try it, so he also picked up a piece, and asked his father before eating: "What kind of meat is this, father?"

Rong Xuechuan drank a glass of strong wine and breathed out: "Boa constrictor meat."

As soon as the voice fell, the whole audience was shocked.

Rong Ming let out a loud cry, and was so frightened that he threw away the meat and chopsticks, and turned his head to stay beside his mother.Rong Ze's face was also stiff, and his wrist trembled slightly.Although he didn't lose his composure like his younger brother, he didn't dare to try it anymore and wanted to put the snake meat back into the food box.

Rong Xuechuan stretched out his bowl: "Give it to me, Ze'er."

Rong Ze hesitated, not daring to let go of his chopsticks.

"Scared?" Rong Xuechuan smiled at his son.

Rong Ming shouted: "Father, don't eat it, the snake raised by His Majesty...is poisonous!"

"Shh!" His mother covered his mouth.

Rong Xuechuan laughed, disapproving, and continued to gorge on meat and drink.The others were extremely silent, carefully eating the meals cooked at home, not daring to look at the snake.

Rong Xuechuan was clearly sitting with his family, but he felt that he was eating two tables of meals.

After a while, half of the snake meat was gone, and half of the pot of spirits was missing. He was sweating from eating, and suddenly laughed: "As expected, only Han Che dares to eat this snake meat with Weifu. It would be great if he was here... ..."

Rong Ming felt unhappy when he heard that, he picked up a piece of snake meat and said angrily: "Hmph, I dare to eat it too."

With a "snap", Rong Xuechuan knocked off the piece of meat he was holding, and said in a deep voice, "This is not something you can eat."

Then he picked up his wine glass and got up to leave the table.

Rong Ze said, "Father, where are you going?"

Rong Xuechuan said: "Wen Si is springing up, I'm going to write poetry."

The drunken father staggered to the study, lit a dim lamp, dipped in ink and picked up a pen.The tip of the pen hung on the paper, but it did not fall for a long time.

His arms were shaking.

It may be that the injury was too severe when killing the devil, or it may be that he beat his son too hard during the day.

In short, the pain was so severe at this time that I couldn't write poems.

After a long time, he blew out the dim light and turned his head to look out the window.I saw the vast world outside, and the moon was as cool as water.

By the time the moon was as cool as water, the two who eloped had already fled far away.After running for half a day, Han Che gradually lost his strength.Fortunately, their horses run fast, and Han Che is quite experienced in escaping.Before the pursuers could catch up, the two found an inn to rest and took the opportunity to drink a cup of wine.

Han Che was very happy, and took out a stack of banknotes to entertain everyone in the inn. He also asked the waiter to find him a performer to play, play and sing, congratulating them on their wedding.He acted in a high-profile and uninhibited way, and Xue Man was also a chic person, he never showed the slightest bit of fear and shyness, on the contrary, he was more relaxed than him.

After drinking and eating, Han Che was carried into the room by Xue Man.

Han Che lay on Xue Man's back and asked hesitantly, "Do you want a bridal chamber?"

"You still have strength like this?" Xue Man put the limp man on the bed, took off his tattered coat, and stuffed him into the bed.

Han Che was already exhausted, so he was very grateful for his understanding at this time.

Xue Man covered him with the quilt, untied his headband, and loosened his hair so that he could lie down more comfortably.When stroking Han Che's long hair with his fingers, he couldn't help but said, "You are young, why do you have so many white hairs?"

"It's dyed." Han Che said with his eyes closed, "This is the style that is popular in Fengdu recently, haven't you seen it?"

"No." Xue Man laughed, "I only think about my little prince, and don't pay attention to others."

Han Che smiled. He raised his hand to grab Xue Man's curly hair, and said seriously, "I'll dye it for you later. Hmm... let's dye it red for you. The color of maple leaves."

"Okay." Xue Man said, "Today's running all day has made you tired. You can rest at ease, I will block the pursuers when they come."

He took the knife, sat on the couch by the window, opened the window to watch the movement outside, and looked back at Han Che from time to time.

Han Che seized the time to rest, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't sleep well, and it could almost be said that he had nightmares again and again, dreaming of his father's serious face for a while, and his brother's disgusted expression for a while.I also dreamed that I fell into the emperor's pool, was entangled by the water snake below, and was dragged into the abyss.

He was very frightened and wanted to draw his sword to cut it, but he couldn't find his own sword.

The water snake became tighter and tighter. He choked on a few sips of water, his lungs ached, and he thought: It's over, it's over, it's dead.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Han Che!"

It was his father's voice.

Although it wasn't an intimate name, and it was stern, it shocked him, and he continued to struggle subconsciously.

Then the water was turbulent and swaying, and he saw the tall figure of his father on the shore underwater.

He desperately reached out to his father, hoping that he could give him a hand.But his father didn't bend down to take his hand.Instead, he stood upright and threw a sword into the water.

——I still want to save myself.

Han Che was immediately heartbroken, but he didn't care about being sad. He quickly grabbed the sword and slashed indiscriminately, cutting off the water snake.

The light poured into the water, and the surrounding became clear.He surfaced, trying to catch his father making a fuss.However, he found that there was no trace of his father on the shore.

He looked around blankly, feeling empty.

Unable to follow his father's figure, he could only hold his sword tightly and walk forward alone.

There is a thick fog ahead, and the path is invisible.

He stumbled and staggered.As I walked, I suddenly bumped into a warm embrace.

"Hey, where are you going?" the man asked loudly.

He raised his head and saw the light of the knife slashing from the top of his head. He shrank his neck in fright and closed his eyes.He also subconsciously hugged the person who stabbed him with a knife.

However, the imagined bloodshed did not come.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that his vision was clear and the surrounding fields were open.

Oh, he understood, it turned out that the man just wanted to split the thick fog.

"Hello," the man smiled brightly, with a jewel on his forehead shining brightly.He raised his hand and rubbed Han Che's head, then asked, "Where are you going?"

Han Che pointed to the place behind him where the dark tide was floating and the waves were turbulent, and said in a deep voice, "There."

The man turned around and chopped open the thorns blocking the way.Then he grabbed his wrist with a big hand, and showed his white teeth with a smile: "You and I are on the same road, let's go together."

Han Che was overjoyed and nodded heavily: "Okay!"

——This was probably the best dream he had ever had.

Don't even want to wake up.

Falling asleep, Han Che turned over unconsciously, accidentally pressed the half of his face that had been slapped by his father, and woke up suddenly in pain.

He opened his eyes and didn't come back to his senses for a long time. First, he didn't know if he was still alive, and then he couldn't figure out where he was.

When Mi Mimiao turned his head and saw the person sitting firmly on the roof, he remembered everything, and only then did he remember that he had eloped with someone and was on the way to escape.And the man with the broad back on the roof is his husband, named Xue Man.

I didn't expect to see him again when I woke up.

Unexpectedly, it was him, not a dream.