Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan and Ning Zongyuan didn't get along for a long time.

At the beginning, when the first emperor dragged his terminally ill body and played around with the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and the Yiying clan, Ning Yan was still living his and Ning Huaijin's little life in Prince Gong's mansion without any worries.

Ning Yan still remembered that when the servant next to Ning Zongyuan came to knock on the door of Prince Gong's mansion, it was already late outside and there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. He was awakened from sleep by Ning Huaijin in a daze, When he put on his coat, he was still in a daze and didn't wake up.

Ning Huaijin's face was extremely serious that day. The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy frowned slightly, bit the corner of his lips, knelt on the ground and looked at him for a long time, then gritted his teeth reluctantly, and hugged him whole. stand up.

It was a cold winter that year, and Ning Huaijin wrapped him tightly, like a solid glutinous rice dumpling.Ning Yan, who was still young, was so sleepy that he straightened his head. He only remembered that he watched the main courtyard of the Wangfu getting farther and farther away from him, and even the plum tree in Ning Huaijin's courtyard merged into the outline of the night.

Ning Huaijin handed him over to the old servant, but she didn't follow her into the car. Instead, she stood by the shaft and tucked Ning Yan's collar, looked at him for a long time with very complicated eyes, and then touched him. Touching his head, he took a step back without saying anything.

It wasn't until a long time later that Ning Yan understood the purpose of Ning Huaijin's eyes - he thought that Ning Zongyuan was going to snatch him away.

In fact, if you calculate carefully, Ning Yan's feelings for Ning Zongyuan can't be called deep, and can even be called shallow.He has been raised in Prince Gong's Mansion since he can remember, and he has only been with Ning Zongyuan for less than a month. Most of the time, Ning Zongyuan was lying on the couch with half-closed eyes, thinking about his own future. While laying out the layout, he casually taught him "the way of the emperor".

Ning Yan has never been hugged and coaxed by his father like other children, and he doesn't know what it feels like.Thinking about it now, his deepest impression on Ning Zongyuan turned out to be the hand that Ning Zongyuan held in front of him at his birthday party ten years ago.

At the beginning, Ning Yu rebelled and tried to force the palace together with the forbidden army, from the outer palace all the way to the inner palace, and finally was shot through the heart by Xie Jue who came a few steps away from Ning Yan.

Xie Jue's arrow, wrapped in the momentum of thunder, pierced Ning Yu's back straight out of his chest. Hot blood flowed in a straight line along the iron tip of the arrow, like a bright red chain in Black and White Wuchang's hands. Just claimed a life.

During that time, Ning Zongyuan always seemed to wish to grind Ning Yan, who was only six years old, into a little monster who didn't know what fear and soft-heartedness were in just a few days. Yu covered Ning Yan's eyes before dying.

Sons in this world probably have some vague respect for the word "father", but Ning Yan and Ning Zongyuan got along too shortly and too quickly, so that kind of delicate mood passed by like a wind in his heart Wuhen, except for the indistinct aftertaste left by that skinny hand on Ning Yan, the rest is gone.

His understanding of Ning Chengyi was indeed limited to a little information on paper, but when the key battle situation was in front of him, he really guessed that.

As for whether the deduction of Ning Chengyi is based on the so-called "empathy", Ning Yan himself is not sure.

If Ning Huaijin hadn't mentioned it, Ning Yan himself would not have thought about it.

After all, he no longer has a father to make him feel that way.

——But he still has Ning Huaijin.

Putting aside other distracting thoughts, he really wanted to be affirmed by Ning Huaijin.

Ning Yan has to admit that although Ning Huaijin cannot be regarded as his "elder" in terms of status or age, those days of being dependent on each other are not fake. Ning Huaijin worked hard and carefully raised him to grow up It's not fake either.

They themselves are different from other lovers in the world, love inevitably has some trivial love mixed in, some come from mutual affection, and some come from family affection - this is something that Ning Yan himself cannot deny.

Or rather, he didn't want to deny it.

Over the past few days, he and Ning Huaijin have gotten along very well, and they have gradually gotten used to the way of getting along with their new identities.In addition, Ning Yan has been trying his best to let Ning Huaijin see him "grow up" all these years, so he has not treated Ning Huaijin as an elder for a long time.

But mentality is one thing, habit is another. Although Ning Huaijin has no position and identity to replace the so-called "father's approval", but I have to say that such a sudden sentence really made Ning Yan feel deeply in his heart. There was a subtle sense of self-satisfaction from the approval of the elders.

——That's great, the young His Majesty narrowed his eyes slightly, and sighed softly in his heart.

Whether it was "Ning Huaijin" who accompanied him to see the world of mortals under the sky full of fireworks, or his "little emperor uncle", he really wouldn't let go of any of them.

"This time, it is indeed my risk." Ning Yan took a deep breath, suppressed all the emotions in his belly, put his hands on Ning Huaijin's sides, leaned slightly and said, "It's fine if Huaijin doesn't persuade me, but I'm still here." Indulge me like this."

"You know what's in your heart, what can I advise you?" Ning Huaijin was always gentle when he smiled. He was usually cold inside, but when he met Ning Yan, it was as if all the ice had turned into water. His eyes were crooked, always It looks good to talk.

"Whether it's the words of a sage or the way of being a king, you remember them very firmly. It's good not to act recklessly and ruin the country with your youth." Ning Huaijin said: "Others, just do as you want .”

"Follow me?" Ning Yan raised his eyebrows.

His eyes lingered on Ning Huaijin's face for a moment, then unexpectedly leaned forward and tapped Ning Huaijin's lips.

"Can you all come with me?" Ning Yan asked with a smile.

Ning Huaijin was still not used to getting close to him, so she subconsciously leaned back just now, but unfortunately there was really nowhere to hide in this square inch, and Ning Yan kissed him straight.

Ning Huaijin looked at him helplessly.

Ning Yan saw some imperceptible indulgence in his eyes, couldn't help but licked his lips, and smiled contentedly.

"When it comes to big things, you are always afraid that if I make a wrong step, I won't be able to screw it back, so you see me closely." Ning Yan said with a smile: "You don't care about these small things—why, is it possible? Hasn't Huai Jin heard of the embankment of a thousand miles being destroyed by an ant nest?"

"You don't care today, you know if I will do something more extraordinary tomorrow." Ning Yan said.

Ning Huaijin discovered it a long time ago, probably because as an emperor, he has to restrain his emotions all the year round, so as not to let others see his emotions, even if Ning Yan occasionally wants to hear something nice from him to satisfy his perennial desire And unrequited bitter love can also be said quite implicitly, beating around the bush to induce people to speak out, but they themselves don't drop the line.

Just like now, in fact, he just wanted to ask "I may not be satisfied with this in the future, and I want to go further, do you agree or not?" Speak well.

After returning from Mount Jiuhua, Ning Huaijin chatted with Cheng Yuan twice behind Ning Yan's back, more or less listening to Dr. Cheng talking about those times.

Whether it is to leave the safe Nanyang Mansion rashly; or to leave the army behind and only take a team of personal guards to travel lightly; or to lead troops to the front line without sleep.For Ning Yan, none of these things could be called "reasonable", and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was emotional.

But Ning Huaijin understood why.

Comparing your heart to your heart, when Ning Huaijin returned to Beijing from Anqing Mansion and knocked on the palace gate at night, she didn't have any "reason" in her heart. He and Ning Yan had the same thing in this matter, and no one had the right to say anything about it.

In addition, Ning Huaijin had a little bit of elder emotion in his bones, and when facing Ning Yan, he always had nothing to do with him, and when his heart softened, many things passed by turning a blind eye.

So even if he knew that Ning Yan had this problem of turning corners, he was rarely like Ning Yan. He insisted on asking people to tell the truth. Most of the time, he gave in and said obediently what Ning Yan loved , just to make him happy.

But not this time.

After returning from Mount Jiuhua, Ning Yan had been holding back a fire, not only because Ning Huaijin almost had an accident on the battlefield, but also because he really had no patience for the frontline battle situation.

Since the turn of the Chinese New Year, Ning Yan's attitude towards countering the rebellion is completely opposite to the loose appearance of years ago. Although he looks calm on the surface, he still does his own things step by step, as if everything is the same as before.But Ning Huaijin felt inexplicably that Ning Yan had unknowingly set up the situation he wanted.

This time Ning Yan seemed to have pulled a huge net, he laid down every piece step by step, but he didn't discuss with anyone.Even if he was as close as Ning Huaijin, he was at a loss this time, and had no idea what he was thinking.

This is different from Ning Yan's usual style of doing things, so Ning Huaijin has been hanging on his heart, for fear that Ning Yan's ideas are too big and too righteous, and he won't be able to hold back at critical moments.

"I always forgot to ask His Majesty." Ning Huaijin suddenly said, "If this battle is over, what does Your Majesty think?"

"What do you want?" Ning Yan was taken aback by his question, and subconsciously replied: "Confiscation, restructuring, sorting out the officials of each fief, haven't these matters already been discussed."

"That's not it." Ning Huaijin said: "Didn't His Majesty just warn the ministers by saying 'a dike of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest'?"

Ning Yan's breathing was stagnant.

——That's really too much, Ning Yan thought.

But can't say yet.

It's not yet the "timing" preset in his heart, and everything has not yet settled.

"Those things are not urgent, and it's the same if you talk about them slowly." Ning Yan coughed dryly, changed the subject, and said, "When Ning Chengyi dies, the last straw of the third brother will soon be broken. The middle-aged lost his son. It’s a great loss in the world, and it’s bound to hit him, and it’s not something I can guess whether he can’t afford it, or fights back bravely.”

"But no matter what it is, he probably won't be able to sit still." Ning Yan said: "You and I will probably meet him in front of the battle soon."