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The little emperor didn't expect Mr. Zhao to apologize humbly, and quickly wiped his tears and waved his hands.

Zhao Rong handed him a handkerchief.

The little emperor took it, wiped away his tears, clutched the handkerchief, and whispered: "Thank you...Mr. Said, there, everyone has to cry, the more fiercely the better, and those who don't cry are fools."

Cough cough fool?

I can't cry, I'm sorry.

Zhao Rong coughed, a little embarrassed.

The little emperor didn't know what 'Mr. Zhao' was complaining about, and after he finished speaking, the two of them, one big and one small, became quiet again.

Zhao Rong glanced at the little emperor.

After talking to him, the young man was distracted, and his tears almost stopped.

At this time, the boy buried his head in his arms and looked at the food box on the ground between the two of them.

"Mr. Zhao..." he said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"But me, I want to cry right now." With a bit of crying.

The young Confucian scholar was silent for a while, but this time he shook his head and said, "Don't cry, you are the emperor."

The little emperor ah ah mouth.

Zhao Rong suddenly reached out and took back the handkerchief in his hand, then rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and dug up the fertile flower mud in front of him.

The little emperor was stunned for a while, then quickly rolled up his sleeves and dug a hole with Zhao Rong.

The young Confucian scholar who bowed his head calmly said:

"I wanted to tell you...a story, but after thinking about it, I'd better forget it...and I'm afraid you'll laugh at me."

"I, I won't laugh at Mr. Zhao!"

The little emperor shook his head vigorously while digging the soil with his bare hands.

Zhao Rong suddenly said: "Actually, you are much more courageous than me. I admire you very much. You dare to hold the hand you want to hold."

The little emperor was stunned, looking at the bright red flower mud stuck between his fingers, "Mr. Zhao really admires me?"

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and nodded calmly.

At this moment, he stopped his movements, glanced at the similar hole dug by the two of them, and then turned his head to look at the crooked food box beside the hole.

The young man was silent, he stretched out his hand to pick up the food box containing the severed hand, and put it into the pit.

Already dark blood dripped from the cracks in the box.

End box's hands trembled.

Ten fingers pressed against the wall of the box, and the knuckles turned blue.

The young man gritted his teeth fiercely, "Li... Li Mingyi!"

There was a low growl.

For the first time, he boldly called out the name of the man in the python robe.

In the past countless times, in front of the man in the boa robe, the young man could only raise his head and call out the emperor's uncle affectionately.

Zhao Rong smiled.

Whatever the original motivation of this Lee Hyun King for doing it.

From the perspective of blood relatives and elders, severely teach the little emperor to reboot;

There is a fact that can never be erased no matter what.

That is...he dared to send guards to present a pair of severed hands to the little emperor in public!

He defied imperial power.

Just for this, Zhao Rong felt that even a man couldn't stand it, let alone a little emperor.

Because the young man was born with the education that no one is equal to him in this Dali territory, and there is nothing worthy of his awe except his ancestor, Mr. Ghosts and Gods.

Zhao Rong said with a smile: "You want to kill him."

The little emperor who bowed his head couldn't see his expression.

He put the food box that was also a burial coffin into the pit, and gritted his teeth, "Boldly Li Mingyi, I... I want... I want to cut..."

Just said the word 'cut', the boy suddenly staggered and fell back, put his hands on the ground, and looked at Zhao Rong with a pale face.

"But Mr. Zhao, Li Mingyi... he is too strong, his cultivation base, military power, military spirit and public opinion... he has everything!"

The little emperor raised his hand and wiped his face, "I heard from sisters Doukou that he can't even change the route he takes every time he enters the palace, and his footprints don't change at all... This guy is too cautious, Mr. Zhao, I... How can I kill him!"

Indeed, Zhao Rong nodded, but gave him the answer without making a sound.

At this moment, the boy's face was covered with tears, blurred with the blood from his severed hand, and his face was stained.

His tone was depressed: "The queen mother said, we are orphans and widowed mothers, every step of the way is dangerous, Feng Chan is the greatest opportunity, and I can't protect myself right now..."

Zhao Rong remained silent.

Facing the little emperor who was heartbroken and unreserved, he just nodded after listening carefully.

He lowered his eyes and calmly filled the pit for burying his hands, his hands were covered with mud.

The flowers here should bloom even more next year... The young Confucian scholar glanced at the flowers beside him, and thought for no reason.

The little emperor stared blankly at the reaction of the Confucian scholar in front of him, his expectant eyes gradually dimmed.

That's right, Mr. Zhao came to Dali Fengchan temporarily, not his teacher and courtiers, who can give him advice or advice when he does not return to private meetings like Mr. Zhang...

The boy was not dissatisfied, the sleeve on his right arm had already been rolled up, but he didn't look at rolling it up again.

The boy lowered his head, grabbed the soil with the young Confucian scholar, and buried the severed hands.

There was silence between the two of them, one big and one small.

Just bury and bury.

The boy cried again.

The young Confucian scholars turned a deaf ear.

After burying the pit, he looked up at the bright sunshine, stood up, rubbed the boy's deeply buried head with his dirty hands, and said softly:

"Her hand, if you want to hold it, you can only rely on yourself."

The young Confucian scholar left.

The teenager stopped crying, looked up at the back of this strange gentleman, and remained silent.

"Rely... on yourself..."

Not long after, there were whispers floating among the flowers where the hand was buried...

……

Zhao Rong left the imperial study.

On the veranda, he took out some water from the Sumeru, washed his hands, and then left calmly with his hands behind his back.

When I was young, outside a certain palace gate, Zhao Rong and the long-awaited little Qian'er gathered.

"Brother Rong, why did you come out, you are so worried about me!"

Facing the little girl's little complaint, Zhao Rong smiled, and told her about his entry into the palace just now.

But regarding the matter of the little emperor, he has mentioned it in one sentence, so there is no need to go into details.

"Brother Rong, you are so stupid, you can't even cry."

Hearing that Zhao Rong was troubled by acting and crying whenever he wanted to cry, Xiao Qian'er snorted and covered her mouth with a snicker.

She took his hand, squeezed it affectionately and attached, and said angrily: "Big stupid wood, we have been together for so many years, you have watched for so long, but you still haven't learned it."

Zhao Rong nodded and said with emotion: "Indeed, but every time you and Qingjun cry, I want to try to learn, but you didn't give me a chance, hey." The tone was regretful.

"..."

Xiaoqianer: Do you think you are very humorous?

The two childhood sweethearts had a fight, and Zhao Rong took Xiaoqian'er's hand and left under the smiling eyes of the surrounding maids.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong looked back at the tightly closed palace gate.

He didn't deliberately coax the little emperor, but Zhao Rong admired his courage to hold hands for the first time.

By the way, there is also Brother Yiwu...

But Zhao Rong still missed that first time after all.

Maybe, if I had picked her up at that time instead of turning around and running away, then many, many interesting and unforgettable stories would have happened later.

These, when Zhao Rong was in a daze for countless times afterwards, he had thought about it, even if the ending was similar to that of the little emperor, it would be separated in two, but there would be no regrets.

It's just in the previous life, and I never met again later.

Therefore, in this life, Xiao Xiao, Qingjun, Qian'er, and even Su Qingdai, Zhao Rong would hold the hand that was stretched out to him whenever his heart trembled.

Don't care about his Sanqi 21, let's talk about it, as long as you like it, don't leave any regrets...

"Brother Rong, you... what's wrong with you?"

Xiaoqian'er gently tugged at Zhao Rong's big warm hand, raised her head slightly and said.

She reacts very sensitively to her sweetheart, Brother Rong...seems a little lost.

"It's okay... I suddenly remembered that I seem to have a silver medal that can do whatever I want. Let's go, I will deal with the affairs of the Ministry of Rites in the afternoon, and I will take you to the treasury of Dali to see if there are any good things that can be donated to our Feng Chan." Dadian contributes."

Zhao Rong turned around and smiled.

However, at the moment, he was secretly vigilant in his heart, muttering softly... Those beautiful women's severed hands are a lesson learned from the past, the little emperor has no ability to hold them, and now I... No, it's not enough...

The young Confucian scholar frowned slightly, then let go, leading Xiaoqian'er away.

There is a sense of urgency in the footsteps...

When they were young, the two had a delicious lunch at a downtown restaurant in Hanjing, and then went to the Ministry of Rites together to gather with their friends.

In the afternoon, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other Confucian scholars arranged for the ritual ceremony in the Ministry of Rituals.

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites and the servants of the Dali Ministry of Rites, along with a group of officials of the Ministry of Rites, were modest and honest, obediently listening to the orders of the two temple priests, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu.

They occasionally raised their heads and glanced at the bright silver medal hanging on the waist of the young Confucian scholar who was pointing calmly...

Not long after, Zhao Rong rested and sent someone back to the mansion to call Uncle Xiaobai and Su Qingdai.

After everyone arrived, Zhao Rong took the silver medal of the crescent moon and led them to the treasury of Dali.

Seemingly having heard about their visit to the treasury, Xue Cang came with a group of Xianyueli girls.

But when they saw the crescent moon silver medal on Zhao Rong's waist, they still bowed to make way and followed behind him.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other Confucian scholars, as well as Xiaoqian'er, Su Qingdai, Li Bai, etc., walked around the treasury without hindrance.

Especially those secret vaults that store rare treasures are Zhao Rong's focus.

Wherever the guards are tight, go there.

No one dared to stop.

At this time, the upright Gu Yiwu couldn't stand it anymore, coughed twice, and stood up, "Ahem, Ziyu, this is not good, let's..."

"Aren't we just preparing for the Fengchan Grand Ceremony?"

Zhao Rong answered, turned around, with an innocent and puzzled look on his face.

Gu Yiwu was taken aback, "Huh?"

Zhao Rong said solemnly: "Everyone, you are welcome, pick some treasures you need to bring back, improve some cultivation skills, even if you pick a jade pillow, go back and improve your sleep quality, if you are full of sleep, give it to the Fengchan Grand Ceremony in a few days Go the extra mile."

As he spoke, he picked up an elixir at hand. It was wrapped in crystal, with extremely long roots and full of aura. It was a good thing at first glance. Zhao Rong nodded, and stuffed it into his sleeve unceremoniously.

Everyone: "..."

Snow silkworm waits for the moon to leave the girl: Are you contributing to the grand ceremony? You are just plucking wool, you are shameless.

The corners of the mouths of the treasury officials following behind twitched violently, but they smiled kindly and nodded in response: "You are wise, Mr. Zhao."