Green geese looking for a relationship

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"Sit down for me!! Sit on your butt! If you have the ability to do it, you must have the ability to admit it! Don't pretend to be guilty in front of me! Plead guilty? Heh, how could you feel guilty?!"

"..." Turn around and do a good job, looking down at the boots.

"...How can I have you, a boring gourd who can't slap half a fart with ten slaps?" Another memorial smashed to the ground, "This book, you wrote it, Guo Qi secretly colluded with the seventh prince of Yan Kingdom. Here You have the right to give you a chance to toss about for a long time, throwing me a dead military adviser, is this the result you want?"

"..."

"say!"

"Although this is not what I wanted, but I found out." It's just part of the truth.

"..." I was so angry that I didn't say a word for a long time.

Continue to look down at the feet, well, I have to change a pair of boots some other day.

"... I won't give you another chance. I'll ask you again, this innocuous result is what you want?"

"Yes." What is the difference between yes and no?

"...That's all." He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing the space between his brows and leaning back in the chair, "Seeing that your marriage is approaching, since you have nothing else to do, then you should pay more attention to your own marriage."

"...Yes." Marriage, is it near?

"Have you met the girl from the Liu family?"

"Go back to Father, I have seen you."

"how?"

"..."

"..." Seeing that the domestic conversation could not continue at all, He Yicheng waved his hand wearily, "Forget it, you go down first, and go to accompany your mother, she will definitely not want to come to the Mid-Autumn Palace banquet tonight." Looking at He Kunjin's lowered eyebrows were pleasing to the eye, and she frowned in displeasure, "Prince Sui will be here too, you...be in control. We are both members of the royal family, you and him will definitely see each other in the future."

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Father, don't worry, my son will not mess around."

……

String and bamboo wind music, cups and cups intertwined, reflecting the white full moon, it is a banquet, it is a song and dance.The festive season is coming, and all officials are celebrating together, even the one on the dragon chair has changed from his usual majesty, with a peaceful smile on his face.He Kunjin sat in the third place after the crown prince and King Jing, but by coincidence, he was face to face with Prince Sui He Yiquan, who was also the prince.

Regardless of her body's protests, she lowered her head and sipped her wine, trying her best to force herself not to look at the figure with a mole on the corner of her mouth, but it's a pity that lowering her head doesn't mean she can't see it.

"Third brother, don't drink anymore, you are still injured." A hand stopped He Kunjin's left hand that was stretching towards the wine cup.

"...Brother Emperor." Resentfully withdrew his hand, poured the wine glass in front of him, and cleaned himself up.Put your head aside, let the loss and sadness dissipate with the strength of the wine.

"At a young age in the past, he was always a little dwarf who looked bitter and bitter. We hadn't seen each other for eight years, but this time he came back and became a drunkard. It really scared my second brother."

"His Royal Highness, I am not short anymore." With a wry smile, how can a five-year-old pretend to be an eight-year-old brother not be short?

"Look, we are so happy about ourselves that we have left aside His Royal Highness Ji Wang who has returned from a near-death." A voice carved into the bone marrow made He Kunjin almost exhausted all his strength. Put hatred on your face. "Come on, Kun Jin, let Uncle Huang toast you."

The wine in his mouth seemed to be bitter in his stomach, but it couldn't overcome the hatred of himself in his heart.He hates his own enemy but can do nothing but toast shamelessly, make amends, and salute.If she could, she would be really happy to make the same decision as that snowy day 11 years ago.It's a pity that the current her has lost even the right to be willful and impulsive back then.

Wearing an easy-going mask, smiling, drinking; laughing until stiff, drinking numb.This is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and this is the night of the full moon.And the death of father and elder brother also happened on such a bright and similar night 11 years ago.Top-heavy, heart ache, find an excuse to leave the table, dizzy and aimlessly away.

……

There were not many people in the huge Yaosheng Palace, and it was very deserted.Feng Yu carried a lantern and came to the gate of the unusually quiet palace, thought about the specialness of tonight, looked through the high wall at the invisible place where the officials had fun, shook his head, with a sad expression. walk away.A wall separated, a difference of a thought, how many beautiful dreams were cut up, how many thoughts were blocked.

A mask invisible to ordinary people enveloped the imperial concubine's bedroom.In the dormitory, candlelight flickered; beside the table, a mother and daughter.

"Auntie, let's eat some mooncakes." The flat mooncakes make the mother's hand even smaller. "Aniang is like this every year, if Dad knows, he will not be happy."

"Rong'er, as I said, don't mention your father in this palace." Mother's pale lips pursed, "Here, there is only one father for you, and that is the one on the imperial chair."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I have already isolated this bedroom with illusion. Even if other people come in, they will only see me sleeping with Auntie in my arms." He handed over the mooncake in his little hand.

Unable to resist the little daughter's insistence, he had to bite the edge.It melts in the mouth, but the mooncakes that should be made of sugar are bitter and salty on the tip of the tongue.

"Hey, what time is it, and I don't see my brother coming back." Xiaozui pouted.

"Your brother, she..." Gong Yan, King Sui, Qing'er...

The red and black blood, the cold and cold daughter, and the pale face. The snowy night when I was late 11 years ago was Qin Sheng's nightmare every night.

"Mother?" Rubbing into her mother's arms, her eyes were full of worry.

"Your brother, if she wants to go back, she will also go back to the palace." When she regained her senses, she forced out a miserable smile.

"...Oh." Over the years, He Rong has understood that there are countless bottomless wounds in her mother's heart.When the wound hurts, all I can do is stay with my mother, quietly, without touching or asking.

She's smart, she's mature, and she understands and knows a lot more than her mother and brother think.However, she knew that knowing is knowing, knowing is knowing, and that her own initiative to expose will not do anything other than make her mother and elder brother hurt more.As the only daughter who escaped all disasters by chance, all I can do is to accompany my mother and elder brother, give them space and time to forget slowly, and let the wound heal slowly.

The daughter rubbed against her arms again, absorbing her own warmth, but Qin Sheng understood that this was her daughter's silent comfort.She was really glad that even after losing him and everything, he still left two caring daughters for herself.Leaning on the daughter in my arms, I really feel at ease and warm.

……

There is such an abrupt bamboo forest on the lonely mountain top.Qin Shuo, who found an excuse to slip out from the palace banquet, or rather, Chao Ling Shuo, just wandered alone in this bamboo forest with a bottle of wine in his hand.After drinking, his steps swayed from side to side, his left foot touched a bamboo, and he kicked with a rustling sound; his right foot stepped into a hole, and he staggered for a while.

"Ah Yi, it's been 11 years. Both Xiao Sheng and your adopted son are still safe. Big Brother and I have fulfilled your last wish. They're fine, but I don't know, how are you and Qing'er doing underground?" The bottle of wine drew a wanton arc and soaked into the soil, "Huh, I saw He Kunjin today, brother, I'm still not reconciled to you. I raised a son for that Xiao Sheng, and died because of that Xiao Sheng. But they What? Her son is still smiling happily at King Sui today. Chao Lingyi, tell me, are you worth it?"

He fell down on the ground, lifted the empty wine bottle, and muttered to himself, "Back then, I shouldn't have asked you to worship that sword fairy as a teacher. You were obviously talented, but you still had a good young master of the Phantom Spirit Clan." ...Brother feels guilty, thinking that since you left, the position of patriarch will belong to me in the future, you actually helped you to let you go without telling daddy. And then... daddy is right, I If you have a bad heart, you can't be that patriarch..."