Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Xie Zhao's appearance was unexpected by everyone.

Liao Qingfeng couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, looking at Xie Zhao who was looking at him coldly with red eyes, he felt both distressed and relieved.

In fact, this day will come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so early.

Liao Qingfeng pulled his lips, looked at Xie Zhao, and asked softly: "Xie Zhao, do you know what you are doing?"

"I know what I'm doing."

Xie Zhao's voice was a little hoarse. He held Liao Qingfeng's wrist with great force, fearing that if he let go, Liao Qingfeng's sword would pierce Fu Ling's chest.

He looked at Liao Qingfeng, lowered his voice, and said in a begging tone: "...So Liao Qingfeng, don't touch him, okay?"

Liao Qingfeng had never seen Xie Zhao like this.

Xie Zhao in his impression has always been a young man full of high spirits and high spirits, full of nobles, after the general, he was the first person in the dynasty to win the three yuan, the youngest literary champion, Mr. Xie who no one dared to offend at Yushitai.

Liao Qingfeng had seen Xie Zhao limping and jumping into the palace to impeach Feng Delin, he had seen Xie Zhao beat the grievance drum at the Meridian Gate and went forward bravely, he had seen so many appearances of Xie Zhao, but he had never seen such red eyes and wet body Xie Zhao, who was too embarrassed.

"Thank you, sir, you don't look handsome at all."

Liao Qingfeng laughed, it was rare to call him thank you sir.Under the surprised eyes of everyone around him, he actually listened to Xie Zhao's words, and quickly put the sword back into its sheath.

Seeing this, Qi Lan and other Beiyan elite soldiers subconsciously rushed to protect Fu Ling.

It's just that before he took a step forward, there were already silent Dayu guards drawing their swords in front of them, blocking them out and not allowing them to go any further.

Seeing Liao Qingfeng withdraw his sword, Xie Zhaogang breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart arose again when he heard Liao Qingfeng's next words.

Liao Qingfeng looked at him intently, with soft eyebrows and eyes, but his words were heartless: "Xie Zhao, you are my brother, my only brother. I can go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire for you, but I can't let him go for you."

They all understand the reason.

Simple, just one sentence.

"He's from Beiyan, Xie Zhao."

Liao Qingfeng looked at Xie Zhao's teary eyes, and his tone was patient as if he was teaching a child who made a mistake and never turned back: "And we are from Dayu. Xie Zhao, we and him are naturally hostile. "

He touched Xie Zhao's head, and said in a gentle voice, "Your meeting was a mistake, and now, it's time to correct the mistake."

Was their meeting a mistake?

Xie Zhao was speechless, he turned his head to look at Fu Ling who was leaning against the tree as if he was standing a little unsteadily, and looked into his gentle eyes.

Rainwater slid down his face, Fu Ling suddenly didn't notice it.

He looked at Xie Zhao motionlessly, looked at his reddish eye sockets, felt numb pain in his heart, and could only comfort him in vain: "... Ah Zhao, don't cry."

Did he cry?

Xie Zhao touched his face, warm tears and cold rain fell down his face at the same time, he couldn't tell which were tears and which were rain for a while.

How embarrassing, Xie Zhao thought, why did he fall to the present situation?He is Xie Zhao, who has brothers and confidants, and Xie Zhao, the censor who is favored by the emperor.

Why did everything become like this, all the good things seemed to be within reach yesterday, but now they have become illusions.

Could it be that their encounter and their love were really a mistake?

Xie Zhao's throat was choked up, and he quietly looked at the pale Fu Ling leaning on the tree, his eyes felt hot.

Everything in the past is vivid in my mind, and I am flipping through it like a flying horse.So much happened between them, the red beans and jade pendants are real, the fireflies and stars are real, and the two soft kisses on the boat on the Shangyuan Festival are also real.

Xie Zhao smiled, but tears rolled down his eyes uncontrollably.

He murmured in a low voice: "How could this be a mistake... Getting to know His Highness is the thing I don't regret the most in my life. It's a mistake, and it's a mistake I'm willing to make."

My whole body still hurts, and my throat is also a little itchy.

Fu Ling wanted to cough uncontrollably, coughing and coughing but couldn't help laughing, his eyes were a little red when he smiled.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly felt that it was okay to die like this that night.

Fu Ling smiled lowly: "How can there be such a stupid person..."

Such a stupid person is his Xie Zhao.

In Fu Ling's life, his mother died young, his father ignored him, he was sent to a foreign country when he was young, and he was ignored and ridiculed for more than ten years.This terrible life should have been gloomy and sloppy.

But then Xie Zhao came.

So this life also has a new hope.

Xie Zhao said he was willing, but he was not.

Xie Zhao looked at Liao Qingfeng with anticipation in his eyes.Xie Yushi, who has always been eloquent, realized for the first time that he was not good at words. He persuaded clumsily: "What if you kill His Highness, even if he dies, Beiyan still has other princes who can inherit the throne."

He couldn't say anything else: "...Liao Qingfeng, don't kill him."

"But, he is not just an ordinary prince."

Liao Qingfeng smiled wryly: "Xie Zhao, the people from Beiyan concealed the most important information - the person they came to pick up was not simply the third prince, but the prince of Beiyan, the future Ninth Five-Year Lord of Beiyan."

——Prince?

Xie Zhao's face was pale, and he was speechless in a daze.

The crown prince and the third prince are two completely different identities.

The prince of Beiyan... It turned out that he was already the prince of Beiyan.

Xie Zhao wanted to laugh, but found that he couldn't.

All the previous falsehoods were completely shattered at this moment.

The prince of Beiyan, the emperor of Beiyan... Xie Zhao can like Fu Ling, but he cannot like the prince of Beiyan.

Liao Qingfeng held the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand, and the sound of the sword coming out of the sheath again was sharp and clear.

Before Xie Zhao's consciousness could react, his right hand had already grasped Liao Qingfeng's wrist again, preventing Liao Qingfeng from drawing his sword.

Xie Zhao squeezed so hard that Liao Qingfeng's wrist was painful.

Liao Qingfeng looked down at that hand for a while, then raised his head and saw Xie Zhao's bewildered face.His eyes were red, his lips were tightly pressed, and he showed him a smile that was uglier than crying.

"No... no, no!"

He opened his mouth with difficulty, tears welling up in his eyes: "I believe in him, I promised him, I want to believe in him, I can't give up on him—"

Liao Qingfeng opened Xie Zhao's hand bit by bit.

Under Xie Zhao's terrified expression, he laughed at himself and put the sword into Xie Zhao's hand.

"Fine. I won't kill him."

Liao Qingfeng looked at Xie Zhao closely, and said softly, "It's you instead."

Under the incredulous eyes of everyone, he made a promise lightly: "It's all up to you to kill or let go. Xie Zhao, his life is now in your hands."

...In his thought?

Xie Zhao never thought that a sword could be so heavy.

His hand loosened unconsciously, wanting to throw the sword away.But the next moment, Liao Qingfeng's hand came up, forcing him to hold the sword steadily, and then raised the sword.

The sharp edge of the sword, shining coldly, aimed at Fu Ling's chest again.

Only this time, the person holding the sword was replaced by Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao has never looked at Fu Ling in such a way.

He was forced by Liao Qingfeng to fight with the sword, the tip of the sword was only a few inches away from Fu Ling's chest.

Xie Zhao raised his head in a daze, and saw the smile on Fu Ling's lips.

Fu Ling leaned against the tree, there was no blame in his eyes, he was as gentle as before, as if even if Xie Zhao really stabbed the sword in, he could still persuade Xie Zhao not to blame himself.

Xie Zhao's hands began to tremble.Liao Qingfeng took his hand and forced him to hold his sword tightly.

As a result, Xie Zhao's eye sockets began to heat up again.

Liao Qingfeng's voice rang in his ears, not loud, but it seemed that every word hit his heart.

"Xie Zhao, you have to seriously think about who you are."

"You are Xie Zhao, the grandson of Grand Tutor Xie, the son of General Xie, the only descendant of the famous Xie family who are well-known all over the world."

"You have to think about it, think about the Xie family army who is still at the border, think about the common people that your father has guarded for so many years, think about the Holy Majesty who has always trusted you, think about Lord Dou and Lord He at Yushitai."

"Xie Zhao, you can't let everyone down. Because you are Xie Zhao."

"—And the person in front of you will be the emperor of Beiyan in the future. If one day Beiyan's iron cavalry breaks through the mountains and rivers of Dayu, how will you deal with yourself?"

"Xie Zhao, you are so smart, you must be able to figure it out."

Xie Zhao's hands were trembling slightly, and he couldn't hold the sword firmly.

From childhood to adulthood, Xie Zhao was the smartest child.He is good at reading and has a good memory. When his grandfather was still there, he would sometimes touch his head in relief and say with a smile, "You are indeed a child of our Xie family."

As expected of a child of the Xie family

Where is it like the people from the Xie family.

For the first time in 20 years, Xie Zhao felt that he was not worthy of this surname.

Liao Qingfeng let go, and finally said: "Xie Zhao, don't let us down."

Although Xie Zhao's hand trembled, he didn't drop the sword.

The spring rain was icy cold, and people's heads were dizzy and their eyes were red.Xie Zhao held the sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed at Fu Ling's chest, his eyes were hopeless and helpless.

He said to himself in his heart: Xie Zhao, don't you claim to be a smart person?Why can't we think of a way to balance both ends now?There must be a way, there must be a way!There must be a way to save His Highness and not disappoint those who trust him.

"There must be a way..."

Xie Zhao had a severe headache, but after a while, he still got nothing.

He looked at Fu Ling like a drowning man begging for help, his eyes gradually filled with tears: "Your Highness, I can't figure it out...why can't I think it out..."

Hearing Xie Zhao's confused and helpless murmur, Fu Ling felt that a certain part of his heart was also empty.

He wanted to say: If this sword is sent into the chest by yourself, that's fine.As long as you don't cry.

He also wanted to say: I don't like to see you cry, I like the way you laugh.

But he couldn't say it.

Because he knew that once he said it, Xie Zhao would be even more sad.

"Sorry……"

Xie Zhao lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "...I'm sorry, I still can't do it."

He laughed at himself, and was about to withdraw his sword, but was stunned the next moment.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, no one expected that Fu Ling would suddenly straighten up, hold the blade of the sword, and bury the sword deeply in his chest.

The bright red blood fell to the ground drop by drop, and was soon dizzy by the rain into one piece.Fu Ling sat on the ground slumped, blood staining the black clothes on his chest into a darker color.

He frowned in pain, but a cheerful smile appeared on his face.

Qi Lan was shocked, and immediately wanted to rush over, but was stopped by several guards.

With red eyes, he said viciously: "Let me go! You bastards, let me go!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Xie Zhao let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword, and rushed to Fu Ling's side.He cautiously wanted to reach out and hug Fu Ling, but he was afraid that if he touched Fu Ling's body, it would make him feel more pain.

He tightly held Fu Ling's uninjured left hand, his eyes became blurred, and he wiped away his tears fiercely, but it didn't work.Tears once again filled the eyes, so the world was once again blurred.

Xie Zhao could only wipe his eye sockets over and over again, hoping that he would always be in his sight.

"Don't cry, Xie Zhao."

Fu Ling stretched out his right hand, wanting to wipe Xie Zhao's tears.But when he stretched out his hand in the air, he saw the blood flowing from his palm after being scratched, and it still drooped down.

His hands were dirty and he couldn't wipe Xie Zhao's tears.

Fu Ling's eyes were soft, and he looked at Xie Zhao seriously, as if he wanted to engrave this person's appearance in his bones: "Don't feel embarrassed for me——so I will make this decision for you."

For you, and for me.

Xie Zhao felt that he was not the most stupid person in the world, but His Highness was.

He was clearly planning to let him go, why did he have to find fault with himself...why didn't he understand that Xie Zhao would rather bear everything by himself than when he got hurt?

Xie Zhao choked up: "Your Highness, stop talking, Your Highness, I will take you to the doctor..."

"...Do you still remember the third chapter of our covenant?"

Fu Ling looked at Xie Zhao, motionless, even though his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were gentle.

The blood slid down the sword little by little, and he was so painful that he almost passed out, but he still couldn't help reaching out and gently stroking Xie Zhao's face, and said softly, "Xie Zhao, you must trust me."

The blood from his left hand left a mark on Xie Zhao's fair face.

Xie Zhao ignored Zeng Cheng who was rushing over behind him who was saying something anxiously, leaned over and kissed Fu Ling's thin lips.

His tears fell on Fu Ling's face, they were warm.

Xie Zhao said, "If you survive, I will always believe in you."

The author has something to say: His Highness's signature is: running around to block many dangers, whether to go to Tailai or not.

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