Bend that ghost

Some things have been backlogged for too long, and always need an outlet, Wen Yuan smiled softly, with a long and long voice, as if traveling through time, telling the memory buried in history and dust.

Wen Yuan is the legitimate son of the Wen family, and the Wen family will never fight for power, because the Wen family is different from ordinary families, the person who can become the head of the family is determined from birth, and this person will also become Yuan Shang's national teacher in the future. The quasi-heir of this term happens to be Wen Yuan.

Yuanshang is a small country, and there are not many people in the harem of the monarch, but where there are women, there will be fights. Even the girls in the brothel have to fight for the queen, let alone the harem of the monarch?

Wen Yuan was four years older than Jing Lian. In his memory, Jing Lian's queen mother was a dignified and virtuous beauty with a gentle nature. The son she raised was just like her, a lukewarm little glutinous rice dumpling.

When Jing Lian was five years old, the envoy of the enemy country said that he wanted Wen Yuan from the Wen family or the eldest son Jing Lian to be the hostage.

What a shame for the eldest son to be sent as a hostage to an enemy country!

After learning about it, the queen didn't cry or make trouble, and personally sent Jing Lian out of the palace. After the enemy's convoy left the capital, she hanged herself from a beam in Fengyi Palace.

That is a smart woman, Wen Yuan thought.Her mother's family can't help her, and her husband is cowardly and incompetent, probably wanting to make that cowardly man feel guilty, at least he won't forget to save his son back.

Some people can always make their lives worthwhile, and they can use their lives even when they die.

But Wen Yuan felt very guilty for that little glutinous rice dumpling. He didn't have any feelings for this country. After all, he was a cultivator. Who would like to squat in the court all day and choke with a group of civil servants with bad mouths?

Wen Yuan was precocious since he was a child, and he grew up like a moon surrounded by stars. He has an arrogant temperament, and he looks down on Chaotang.

But ever since the little glutinous rice dumpling was sent to the enemy country for him, Wen Yuan almost locked himself in the secret room where he practiced and meditated. The death of the empress and the eldest son of the emperor, who was thousands of miles away, just fell on his shoulders.

In the end, it wasn’t him who brought the little glutinous rice dumpling back. Jing Lian stayed in the enemy country for three full years, and was later sent back by the enemy’s Anzhuang. Yes, there is no mention of the three years in the enemy's country.

Jing Lian, who had just returned to China, was named the prince, and Wen Yuan became the prince's companion.

After returning to China, when he heard the news of his mother's death, Jing Lian kept a blank face, even his expression didn't change, he just nodded his head to show that he understood, and then continued to write his paintings, sketching and depicting stroke by stroke——Ao Xueling Frost and Cold Plum Picture.

But Wen Yuan knew that the Empress loved Mei the most during her lifetime.When the last stroke of the painting was drawn, Jing Lian's pen was silent for a long time, bright red ink dripped from the tip of the pen, and a smear of blood bloomed on the paper, like blood tears.

So the little glutinous rice dumpling that Wen Yuan had been thinking about turned into a lump of ice when it came back.

No matter what Wen Yuan said, Jing Lian's answer was 'um' and 'oh', unless forced, otherwise this is a patterned answer.

Wen Yuan didn't dare to ask how much humiliation his highness had suffered in the enemy country. The experience that can change a person from a gentle apricot flower to an unapproachable high mountain flower is too cruel.

Your Highness now is like a red plum that is proud of the snow and frost in winter.

Perhaps... Baimei is more suitable, independent in the ice and snow forest, lonely and rebellious.

In early spring, it was warm and cold, but when it was supposed to rain, there was white snow. Some people said it was auspicious, while others said it was a bad omen. The civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty were arguing because of a spring snow, and the generals happily stood with their hands in their hands. Knowing that it is hypocritical to only watch dramas while criticizing scholars—isn’t it because it has snowed, why is the country about to perish?

When Wen Yuan told Jing Lian about this, Jing Lian's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and he snorted softly as if ironic: "The so-called worrying about the king is nothing more than that."

The next snow can be arguing endlessly in the early court, no wonder the generals despise civil servants.

Standing behind him, Wen Yuan looked at the young man in a brocade orchid robe. Standing under a willow tree, he was tall and tall. His appearance was too delicate but not feminine. He was just handsome and delicate, but his light-colored eyes were It is extremely deep, and the whole person is like the cold snow on the Tianshan Mountains that does not melt all year round.

The young man in flowing white clothes is holding a satin-covered folding fan, watching the thin figure of Zhilan Yushu under the willow tree with a smile on his face, there seems to be a small light in his eyes, and there is a softness in his eyes.

"That's right, that's why I don't like morning courts, heck, I can argue for a long time about anything, even if I marry a girl, there will be a blood spatter in the Golden Palace."

Wen Yuan walked over and leaned against the willow tree like a boneless one, hugged his shoulders and hooked his lips to look at the indifferent young man, knocking the folding fan on his shoulder one after another.

Jing Lian glanced at him indifferently, but did not speak, but Wen Yuan understood the meaning of that glance—don't look down on them, you will be one of them in the future.

Wen Yuan couldn't deny it, and laughed secretly in his heart, which civil servant would dare to question the Wen family's decision?

Jing Lian looked into the distance with a calm expression, a faint halo fell on his porcelain-white cheeks, and the already exquisite appearance reflected was even more astonishing, but his slender figure was too thin and slender.

Wen Yuan looked in a daze, and suddenly found that Jing Lian was looking in the direction of the Jinluan Palace, and blurted out: "Does Your Highness want to be the emperor?"

Jing Lian narrowed his cold eyes slightly, looked straight at him, and said in a flat voice, "What if I want to?"

In fact, Wen Yuan was just asking casually, and this kind of talk would only cause trouble if the person who said it had no intention of listening, but when he met Shang Jinglian's cold and serious gaze, Wen Yuan was slightly startled, and then curled his lips.

——As long as you want, I will do my best to help you.

The young man in white restrained his sluggishness, retracted his folding fan, lifted his robe and knelt down on one knee, his thin lips parted and he wrote clearly: "I am willing to follow Your Highness and never betray you."

Jing Lian was stunned by this sentence. His words represented the entire Wen family, and an almost invisible smile slowly curled up on the corners of his lips.

"You, you have to remember what you said today."

Wen Yuan lowered his head, and a slender but well-proportioned white palm appeared in front of his eyes. He stretched out his hand to hold it without hesitation, looked up at the hunched young man, and said with a smile, "Naturally."

Under the Yinyin willow branch, the boy in white knelt on one knee, the smile on his lips added a bit of color to him, like a red lotus.The boy in the brocade robe bent slightly, and the two held hands and looked at each other.With a glance of a millennium, it seems to have made an eternal oath.

Wen Yuan will always remember that day, the sadness and hatred in the eyes of His Highness, who never showed his emotions.

At that time, His Royal Highness was 15 years old, which was a good time for a young man to wantonly wear clothes and anger horses.

And he made a promise about 'a lifetime'.