Dingjiangshan

The more Ning Huaijin talked, the more he felt uneasy in his heart. He inexplicably remembered the days when Ning Zongyuan handed Ning Yan over to him.At that time, he himself was only a half-grown child, and suddenly caught such a hot potato, he was worried almost every day, for fear that he would make a mistake in raising this "dragon son and phoenix grandson".

Fortunately, Ning Yan is a very well-behaved child, he doesn't like to cry or make trouble, and he is very reasonable in everything he does, and he can be quiet for a long time with a snack.

Ning Huaijin originally thought that the job of raising children would become easier and easier, but now she finds that this is not the case.

Why is it getting harder to raise as you get older, Ning Huaijin thought inexplicably.

Prince Gong never imagined that he would stretch the glutinous rice dumpling to the highest place in the world with his hands, but there would still be such a day of fear.

"This matter involves the secrets of the royal family. You can't trust Zheng Shaohui, and you can't trust Zhaoming and the others. It doesn't matter." Ning Huaijin said: "...Then you can trust me."

"No matter why you want to see Ning Zheng, if you can't tell Zhaoming and the others, you can tell me." Ning Huaijin asked him in a very gentle and gentle tone, "Can you?"

"—all out." Ning Yan said suddenly.

He lowered his head slightly, Ning Huaijin couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, nor could he hear any clues from his tone.

Ning Huaijin originally thought that Ning Yan didn't want to entangle him with this matter, but then he discovered that Ning Yan's words were not meant for him.

The well-trained maids and servants in the Zichen Palace all lowered their heads, turned around in a hurry without saying a word, and retreated swiftly.

The living officer standing in the corner of the room looked around, and subconsciously felt that Ning Yan, the "capital", should also count him among them.He raised his head, and wanted to say that this was unreasonable, but when he caught Ning Yan's eyes, he hurriedly shut his mouth, gathered the pen and paper with his hands and feet, and retreated along the small door of the side hall where the maids left, before leaving Also closed the door.

Before Ning Huaijin had time to ask what Ning Yan was going to do, she felt the light in front of her eyes suddenly dim, and then she staggered a step forward, bumping into something soft and warm.

The feeling of touch at that moment was infinitely elongated, so long that the flow of time seemed to slow down.

A fallen leaf outside the window fell on the edge of the window with the gentle and warm wind, and the fine dust floating in the sunlight fell clearly in Ning Huaijin's eyes.He blinked slowly, and even noticed a narrow ray of light leaking through the crack of the half-closed door.

He seemed to hold his breath subconsciously at that moment, because Ning Huaijin immediately felt the pressure of suffocation, and he could clearly hear the sound of his own pulse beating, which shook his entire chest They are all aching.

Ning Huaijin exhaled instinctively, and all her senses returned to their positions from the momentary daze.

It wasn't until then that he realized what had just happened at that moment.

——It was Ning Yan who turned around and hugged him.

Ning Huaijin suddenly froze.

"Don't say it." Ning Yan seemed to be suppressing something, his voice became a little hoarse, he tightened his arms, and repeated: "Uncle Huang, don't say it."

Ning Yan hugged him like a wronged child, wrapped his hands around Ning Huaijin's body, tightened his arms behind his waist, buried his face in Ning Huaijin's shoulder, and held Prince Gong The court clothes on his body were all wrinkled.

—but he is no longer a child.

Ning Huaijin suddenly discovered that before he knew it, Ning Yan had quietly crossed the last point of the "boundary" and grew to be as tall as him, so that when he embraced him with his arms, he could hug him in his arms.

Ning Yan's head was buried in Ning Huaijin's shoulder socket, Ning Huaijin stared stiffly at the window edge not far away, with a faint scent of herbs lingering at the tip of her nose.

This is the smell of the sachet that Jing Zhan gave Ning Yan, Ning Huaijin thought inappropriately, because Ning Yan always cheated and refused to take medicine, Jing Zhan could only settle for the next best thing, and made a bunch of herbs for him to smoke every day , so that he was covered with the smell of this medicinal material.

Ning Huaijin's mind seemed to be split into two halves by this hug, one half was thinking wildly about all these things, while the other half was blank, and could only follow his words and ask in a daze, "Why? "

"Because I already like Uncle Huang enough." Ning Yan said softly, "...I don't want to like any more."

Ning Huaijin's heart suddenly felt a short and sharp pain.

Ning Huaijin doesn't know if he thinks he has given all his love and doesn't want to say "more" again, or because "like" is already suffering to this extent, so he doesn't want to suffer any more.

But this seemed to be the first time that Ning Yan expressed his love in front of him. Ning Huaijin never thought that when this word came out of Ning Yan's mouth, it would sound so light and heavy.

Ning Huaijin rationally felt that he should say something at this time, but she didn't know what to say.

Could it be possible to push him away, reprimand him sternly like the last time at the hunting ground, and then have a cold war like before?

In Ning Huaijin's eyes, the fallen leaf on the edge of the window swayed lightly, and fell down with the next autumn wind, making it invisible.

At this moment, Ning Huaijin suddenly realized that he had unknowingly missed the whole spring of Ning Yan's 16-year-old.

"I've wanted to hug Uncle Emperor like this for a long time." Ning Yan's voice was muffled, and when he spoke, his breath sprayed on Ning Huaijin's shoulder, warming that small piece of skin: "It's a pity that I didn't dare to do it before."

Ning Huaijin felt that this topic should not be continued, but he still asked, "Why not?"

"I'm afraid that the emperor's uncle will be angry." Ning Yan said, "I'm also afraid that after hugging him, he will become weaker."

Ning Huaijin closed her eyes, then opened them again.

He suddenly felt a kind of pain, but that kind of pain was neither sharp nor heavy, but a bit ethereal, and it didn't even make him feel too real.

Ning Huaijin knew in her heart that it was the pain derived from the battle between reason and emotion, but because Ning Yan was holding him so tightly, the balance in his heart was unconsciously overwhelmed to one side, and it seemed that pain As if covered by a layer of fog, although he was dimly in front of his eyes, it seemed that he couldn't get close to him.

Since he was a child, whether it is the words of the sage or the admonitions of his family, he has been told clearly that the only thing that can be called "duty" in his life is to be loyal to the emperor.If it is useful to His Majesty, be a courtier and devote yourself to the country and the people; if it is not useful to His Majesty, then be a royal relative, follow the emperor's wishes, and live a stable life with all your duties.

After Ning Yan ascended the throne, Ning Huaijin logically merged these two paths into one, never thinking that there would be any differences between "Ning Yan" and "Your Majesty".

So when the two suddenly clashed, Ning Huaijin couldn't choose at all.

Reason told him that he should extinguish Ning Yan's fantasy, but his emotions couldn't do it.

——In front of the foreign enemy, Ning Huaijin thought, at this juncture, how can I say harsh words to him and distract him.

"You..." Ning Huaijin changed his words with difficulty: "Your Majesty—"

"Name." Ning Yan interrupted him involuntarily.

Ning Huaijin felt that Ning Yan's arms around him tightened even more, almost strangling him out of breath.

Ning Yan's breathing was close at hand, it sounded more rapid than usual, and his chest heaved even more.

The narrow line of light at the crack of the door quickly shortened and widened as the sun shifted, and finally only a small spot at the door remained.

Ning Huaijin got a moment's respite from the difficult self-struggle, then he heard himself sigh, and gave way: "Xiao Yan."

Ning Yan hummed, hugged Ning Huaijin even tighter, and carefully discussed: "Hold me for a while, Uncle Huang, just for a while."

"but--"

Ning Huaijin wanted to say something, but Ning Yan didn't give him a chance.

"Uncle Huang." Ning Yan said: "We agreed, we will talk about this matter after the third brother's matter is over."

It seems that there is such a thing, Ning Huaijin thought, when he hurried back and sat in front of Ning Yan's bed, his heart and eyes were full of his injuries, how could he have the heart to think about these things.

"Okay." Ning Huaijin said.

Ning Yan seemed to have found an excuse for Ning Huaijin, so that he could use the excuse of "talking about what he said" to make this matter logical, so that he didn't have to make Ning Yan sad at this time.

Ning Huaijin breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and felt a little lighter.He let Ning Yan hug him for a while, and finally raised his hand hesitantly, and carelessly shoved behind Ning Yan's back.

Ning Yan exerted a little force on his arm, tightened it for a moment and then loosened it, then took a step back and let Ning Huaijin go.

"I didn't intend to tell Uncle Huang at first." Ning Yan said, turning around and walking towards the book case. He turned around a little eagerly, as if deliberately avoiding Ning Huaijin's gaze.

Ning Huaijin followed him subconsciously, and found that there was a very obvious red mark in the corner of his eye.

"Xiao Yan—"

"found it."

The two of them spoke at the same time, and Ning Yan was holding a box taken out from under the desk in his hand. Hearing this, he was stunned, and subconsciously said: "Uncle Huang will speak first."

"No, nothing." Ning Huaijin said, "What is His Majesty holding?"

Ning Yan gave a hand, but also knew that it was almost impossible for Ning Huaijin to shave off the word "Your Majesty" from the bottom of his heart, so he just sighed helplessly and didn't correct him. .

Ning Yan opened the box, took out a bamboo tube from inside, unplugged it, and handed it to Ning Huaijin.

Ning Huaijin dubiously pulled out the scroll inside, unfolded it, only to find that there were only four words written on it—wait for the opportunity.

"This is Ruan Yin's handwriting." Ning Huaijin said, "Is this the letter she sent to Ning Zheng?"

"Yes." Ning Yan said, "And the one on Baitouyuan's feet is not this one."

——That's it, Ning Huaijin thought.That's why Ning Zheng sent troops rashly as if he had lost his mind, turning the situation completely to the side Ruan Yin didn't want to see.

Ning Huaijin had guessed this before, but couldn't figure out for a while, what exactly did Ning Yan put in the letter, so that Ning Zheng believed it without any doubt.

"So what did His Majesty write in the replaced letter?" Ning Huaijin asked.

Ning Yan smiled and said, "Yinghuo, keep your heart."