Feng Lian Yue Hua Leng

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, a young man in white was sitting at the side, and the man in black at the top was quietly looking at the noble young man.

In a blink of an eye, Yue'er is almost eighteen. That lonely Tsinghua, who's figure, and whose yearning is just a far-fetched deliberation. He is just his own child, who has been allowed to grow freely for so many years child.

"Yue'er, I sent you to check on your uncle at the border this time. I'm afraid you're hating your father. I know you don't want to, but I still do it. This is my prince's responsibility. You should share my worries and seek happiness for the people of the world."

After Huang Qingyue listened quietly, after knowing that his mother and concubine died at his hands, he knew that he would no longer have the freedom to talk about it, but he was just a courtier who shared the affairs of the court for him. That's all.

"I understand, I will leave tomorrow."

The indifferent and calm words made Huang Beigan frowned slightly, "Yue'er really wants to go?"

"Well, it is my honor to be able to share my father's worries."

Hearing this alienated voice, Huang Beiqian felt a little unhappy, but it was only for a moment.

Both of them didn't make a sound, they just thought about their own thoughts.

"Father, I want to ask you again, have you never loved your mother and concubine?"

It was still Huang Qingyue who broke the silence, but this sentence made Huang Beiqian's heart pause, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Why does Yue'er ask like that?"

"If you love your mother and concubine, why did you kill her?"

There was a struggle in her water eyes, and Huang Qingyue revealed bursts of sadness all over her body, even the hands on her knees were tightly gripped.

"If you don't love her, why do you spoil him like that, so much that I think you love your mother and concubine so much."

Huang Qingyue's voice suddenly became cold and severe, as if there was still a trace of resentment in her eyes, her eyes were fixed on the slightly dazed man in the black robe.

"Yue'er, Royal Father..."

The man in the black robe wanted to speak, but he didn't know where to start, so he stopped again, with hesitation in his eyes.

"Father, is there any similarity between your son and King Xiao?"

Hearing this, Huang Beiqian was terrified in his heart, his eyes showed shock, when did he know about this, and who told him?

"Who told you that?"

Asked sharply, the black-robed man's eyes showed hostility, and he stared at the white-clothed boy coldly.

"Father doesn't need to know, father just needs to tell son-in-law, does son-in-law look similar to King Xiao?"

With a clear and cold voice, Huang Qingyue did not stop because of Huang Beiqian's sullenness, but continued to ask.

"presumptuous."

Huang Beiqian scolded angrily, and threw out the tea cup in his hand, and the tea gradually spilled on the hem of the young man in white.

"Who taught you to talk to me like this, Yue'er, don't think that if I protect you a little, you can do whatever you want in front of me. You, Prince Yi, are bestowed by me. Similarly, I can also depose you."

"Father is very right. Everything that I have today is given by my father, including King Xiao's mansion, and the 'Nian Beiyuan', which is now given by the emperor to my son to live in."

Every sentence is thorny, Huang Qingyue is determined to fight Huang Beigan to the end, since he grew up, he has never been so aggressive in front of Huang Beigan, but all the resentment accumulated in his heart for a long time is indeed true now. Not spit fast.

Hearing the word "Nianbeiyuan", Huang Beiqian seemed to be shocked, staring at the young man in white, and did not make another sound.

After a long time, I only heard one sentence, "Yue'er, step back, father is a little tired."

Huang Qingyue stared at the man in the black robe for a long time, knowing that she would not get an answer, she still vomited everything out, but now she didn't care what the answers were.

"Yes, Erchen retire."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the gate of the palace.

"Yue'er, be careful on the road."

Looking at the young man in white who left, Huang Beiqian felt a little guilty, how cold this position is, only he knows, those who he cares about or don't care about, must give up, since ancient times, emperors are ruthless, The world in his hands has finally become an excuse for his cruelty.

"Little Weizi, you have been the only one by my side for so many years."

"Your Majesty, don't say that. You make my servant feel sour. How can the Emperor be alone? Don't the people in this world praise the Emperor?"

Listening to the slightly vicissitudes of the words, Eunuch Wei seemed to be able to empathize with him, and replied softly.

"Ha ha……"

Hearing this, the man in the black robe suddenly laughed softly, as if Eunuch Wei had said such a funny thing.

"Okay, you go back too."

"Yes, the slave will leave."

Eunuch Wei glanced at the man in black, who was somewhat lonely, and turned around to retreat.