see the gentleman

The questioning and verbal abuse from his own sister, as well as the anger at having his hidden feelings exposed by others, all made Gu Huan's face gloomy. He was about to explode, but his eyes followed the top of Gu Yun's head, and saw him standing under a tree, separated by a road. Ji Heng looked at them from the Moon Gate.

The angry reprimand that was about to be uttered was just choked in his throat, Gu Huan looked at the other party's stunned expression, and suddenly lost his voice and forgot to speak.

Gu Yun turned her head and saw Ji Heng. The resentment in her heart was stagnant, probably because it was too deep and too thick, and it was impossible to release it all at once, so she attacked indiscriminately, with no distinction between meanness and viciousness.

She raised her lips coldly, turned them up and down, and said all the words that were heartbreaking: "Ji Heng, the person you admired and admired since childhood, do you know what is under the skin and bones of him?"

The expression on Ji Heng's face seemed to be broken, which was very similar to her many years ago. She felt sad, but in such pain, she felt a kind of pleasure of hurting others and herself.

She said, "What do you think you are in his eyes?"

Ji Heng seemed to have been shattered from the inside out, and his face looked like he was about to collapse.

The veins on Gu Huan's forehead twitched again and again, and finally he couldn't bear it any longer. He called the guards and said angrily, "The empress is disrespectful in front of the imperial court, she offended her majesty, and sent the empress back to the palace!"

Gu Yun, who hadn't even seen Ji Yun face to face, accepted this mouthful of crimes without explanation. She stared at Gu Huan coldly, with hatred melted into her stern eyebrows.

The two brothers and sisters have come to the present situation, there is no warmth to speak of, only resentment is engraved in the heart.

Gu Yun gritted her teeth, her words were like knives, and every word was a curse that she carved out with all her strength: "Gu Huan, you will be punished by heaven."

Then she flicked her sleeves to separate the guards who wanted to get close to her. She didn't maintain enough dignity when she came, and she should pick it up when she left. Her back was straight, her face was tense, and she was so arrogant that she almost showed a kind of stiffness Come, she passed Ji Heng without looking sideways.

Ji Heng was also sent back to the East Palace. He seemed to be hit too hard, and he didn't step out of the threshold for several days.

The emperor was seriously ill and couldn't see anyone, the queen was convalescing in the middle palace, and the prince who was in charge of the state affairs temporarily stayed behind closed doors. The writers who have been washed into a flourishing white lotus finally feel bitter: How else can they be washed?

At the end of the day, Gu Huan didn't go to the Qianyang Palace, he turned around and went to the East Palace.

Needles could be heard quietly in the East Palace, and the servants in the palace held their breaths and were careful.

Gu Huan heard that the children have been throwing tantrums these days, and it's like a ghost.

Gu Huan's expression didn't change at all when he heard the slaves say how Ji Heng made a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace. After hearing that Ji Heng dropped all the food that Ji Heng brought in for two consecutive days, his brows frowned.

He sent all the servants away, went to find Ji Heng by himself, and when he reached the door, he paused again when he raised his hand to knock.

Probably adults always want to leave a tall image in front of the younger generation. He has built such an image in Ji Heng's heart for more than ten years. He thought it was strong enough, but he didn't expect it to collapse overnight.

No matter how calm and calm he was on the surface, he was more or less at a loss in his heart.

How would Ji Heng think of him?Will he be full of hatred for him like Gu Yun?

But the emotional timidity is only for a moment, Gu Huan has never shaken himself because of anyone.

He pushed the door in.

The hall was very dark, with a faint smell of alcohol.

Ji Heng sat on the ground half leaning on the incense burner, lowered his head drunkenly, and when he heard the sound of someone coming in, he was furious, and casually picked up the wine vessel beside him and threw it at him: "Get out!"

The footsteps didn't stop, but got closer instead, followed by a man condescending and reprimanded: "Why is your highness learning how to get drunk like others?"

Jiheng's back stiffened, and then he raised his head. His pupils were still slack from the hangover, and he barely aimed at Gu Huan. Seeing that it was really him, Jiheng lowered his eyelids again, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Daddy!" What is the general here for?"

He didn't even call himself uncle anymore.

Gu Huan stepped down for a while, but his face was as if nothing had happened, he pretended he hadn't heard, and said: "Your Highness is now in charge of supervising the country, but drinking alcohol all day long in the East Palace, never going to the court and not seeing the ministers, what does it look like?"

Gu Huan has been in the top position for a long time, and he has never been humbled or feared by the emperor. When he said these words, he probably intended to comfort him, but he said them in a tone of teaching.

Ji Heng was taught by him in the past, out of admiration and admiration, he willingly accepted it obediently, and could pour out a basket of coquettish words to please the other party.

But now he doesn't want to take advantage of the other party's wishes: "You go out, I don't want to see you."

He gritted his teeth, as if losing his temper, but his tone was childishly sad and aggrieved.

Gu Huan was hit suddenly, his heart softened.

He squatted down, trying to make eye contact with Ji Heng, but Ji Heng turned his eyes away and refused to look at him.

It's just that they are getting close, Gu Huan can clearly see the other person's slightly swollen eye sockets, the red corners of the eyes, and the remaining tear stains.

Ji Heng was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, he can't bear more hardships than his father, and always cries easily, Gu Huan thinks this is too unmanly, so sometimes he will laugh at him.

I don't know why right now, but first I feel pain in my heart, and I feel vaguely guilty. Sometimes the little conscience left will bother him.

He made some words and said: "Your mother was angry and said a lot of hurtful things, don't be too sad."

Hearing this, Ji Heng bit his lip instead, staring at him as if his eyes were about to turn red again: "Then what my mother said is true?"

He seemed to be unable to speak, did not clearly explain, but both of them knew what he said.

Gu Huan couldn't face Ji Heng's stubborn, inquisitive gaze - he had been hiding it for many years, and was caught off guard by the pious skin of his body, or in front of a child, which made him feel embarrassed .

He looked away slightly, and said lightly, "No matter what, I'm still your uncle."

This is what it means to admit.

Ji Heng's face turned pale, Gu Huan just thought that he couldn't accept such an unethical reality, and didn't want to distinguish anything from the child, so he just started talking, "Your father is not doing well now, those brothers under you Sister, everyone is using their brains and moving around, but you are hiding in the East Palace behind closed doors, what do you want the courtiers to think?"

Ji Heng gritted her teeth and said, "Whatever love thinks, who cares about them."

Gu Huan couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Sometimes he felt that this child was spoiled too much, he was heartless, he had no sense of the overall situation, he would lock himself up when he got angry, the huge court, the turbulent undercurrent, and he didn't care about it. A good young man to be a king—fortunately, Jiheng really doesn't need to worry about these things, he just needs to be like this, when life is not going well, it is enough to lose his temper.

He even hoped that Ji Heng would always be like this, and not be like his father, who changed his mind halfway and made people feel embarrassed everywhere.

Gu Huan's brows relaxed again, he was willing to indulge the other party's waywardness, and his voice softened, saying: "There is really nothing to worry about, you are the orthodox prince of the East Palace, and my nephew of Gu Huan, except You, who is qualified to inherit the position of your father?"

The meaning of these words was too obvious, Ji Heng's fingers under his sleeves were slightly clenched, but his face only showed suspicion, and he glanced at him: "My father, what's the matter?"

Gu Huan's expression didn't change, he just said: "Your Highness, please make preparations early."