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Fu Ling had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he walked through the long corridor and saw many fragments of the past.

The past that I want to forget and remember, come to my mind one by one.

He looked at his five-year-old self who had obtained the title of prince ignorantly, with a bright and innocent smile; he watched his eight-year-old self carefully holding his sickly-looking mother lying on the bed, enduring the tears in his eyes and pretending to be strong.

The screen changed, and it was the cold night of the year when I was ten years old again.One of the coldest snowy nights in his memory.

The snow in the sky fluttered all over his head and shoulders. The young him let go of all his pride and self-esteem, knelt down outside the man's palace with red eyes, and begged him to save his mother with sobs.

And then what?

He was deposed as the crown prince, and was even sent thousands of miles away to be a proton for more than ten years.

Time is a terrible thing.

Those who could not let go of the past can now look at it calmly.

Standing on the promenade, Fu Ling watched his ten-year-old self get into the carriage and go to another country with blank eyes, neither joy nor sadness on his face.

He withdrew his gaze and continued to walk down the corridor slowly. After seeing the scene after that, the ice and snow between his brows gradually melted, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

At the end of the corridor, Xie Zhao, who was dressed in blue, smiled and said in his usual brisk tone, "Your Highness, I will be your bosom friend."

Fu Ling asked, "What kind of bosom friend?"

Xie Zhao smiled and said, "His Highness plays the piano to me, and I will be a kind confidant to His Highness."

He added: "As long as Xie Zhao is still here, from now on, no one will be able to bully His Highness."

Although he knew that everything was just a dream, Fu Ling secretly felt boundless joy in his heart.

Looking at Xie Zhao, he felt that all the grayness of the past had faded away.He only had Xie Zhao, who had a clear smile and bright eyes, in his eyes.The world revolves around Xie Zhao, and those fragments of getting along with Xie Zhao gradually fill up all the space.

Fu Ling was in this world, and his originally cold body gradually warmed up.

Xie Zhao tilted his head, smiled and reached out to him.

Fu Ling looked at him, secretly feeling that he had lived for more than 20 years, as if he was just waiting for this person to appear in front of him in such a posture.

Even though the ground was full of thorns, he strode forward without hesitation, stretched out his hand and held Xie Zhao's ten fingers.

In this illusory dream, Fu Ling leaned over and kissed Xie Zhao's lips.

He whispered: "Xie Zhao, you are here."

Like a person who has been trekking in the cold winter for a long time and suddenly sees spring, he just looks at Xie Zhao, and his heart is filled with joy and joy.

……

This is really a good dream.

So even if he was awakened by the pain in his chest, Fu Ling still had a smile on his lips.

Qi Lan who was at the side soon realized that he had woken up, and while ordering the palace servants to fetch the medicine, he carefully helped Fu Ling to sit up.

Qi Lan brought tea to moisten Fu Ling's throat, and asked nervously: "Your Highness, how are you feeling now? Do you need me to call the imperial physician?"

When he raised his hand, it seemed that he had pulled the wound on his chest, Fu Ling's face turned pale, and he frowned subconsciously.

But in the next moment, he looked down at his tightly bandaged wound, but his brows and eyes gradually relaxed.He thought of the dream he had just now, and the smile spread from the corner of his eyes little by little.

Fu Ling smiled: "It hurts a bit, but it feels good."

He reached out and pressed his wound, and immediately felt a heart-pounding pain sweeping through his body.

Obviously the pain made his fingertips tremble, but the smile on his lips got deeper and deeper.

Fu Ling leaned back lazily, and the blue hair slid down to his shoulders. He said with satisfaction, "I survived...fortunately, I survived."

He won the bet.

Therefore, he earned himself a future with Xie Zhao.

Seeing his actions, Qi Lan was so angry that his face became ugly.

He suppressed his anger and complained: "How can you be so cruel to yourself? That sword completely pierced your chest. Fortunately, it brushed your heart and didn't hurt the vitals. Even so, you are still in a coma It lasted ten days."

Qi Lan didn't understand: "Then Mr. Xie is really so good? So good that you have done this, completely disregarding your own safety?"

After hearing this, Fu Ling raised his eyes and looked at Qi Lan quietly.

His eyes were calm, and he answered Qi Lan's question: "Well, he is indeed very good."

Qi Lan was going crazy.

He didn't dislike Xie Zhao, after all, Xie Zhao was indeed very kind to His Highness, and was even willing to let His Highness leave that night.But wanting His Highness to suffer so much for Xie Zhao, Qi Lan still felt a little bit bitter.

With a stalk in his heart, he said without hesitation: "Now that we have returned to Beiyan, and you are already a sure-fire His Royal Highness, why bother to miss Mr. Xie? Beiyan has more young and handsome men than Xie. My lord, if you look carefully, there may be some."

What does Qi Lan mean by this, is that he thinks anyone can do it?

Fu Ling was full of absurdity, and gave Qi Lan a cold look: "There is only one Xie Zhao in the world, and I only want this Xie Zhao."

He closed his eyes, not wanting to talk about this meaningless topic with Qi Lan: "Don't mention this matter again."

Qi Lan was not convinced, and wanted to say something, but someone came into the room behind him.

He turned his head and saw the man's clear and upright face, his expression became serious and his eyes became vigilant.He bowed to the man and said, "I have seen the eldest prince."

Great prince?

Fu Ling opened his eyes, met the man who was looking at him with interest, his pupils sank, and said softly: "What a good day today, my eldest brother will come to walk around my side."

He said inexplicably: "I didn't expect that big brother would come to see me now."

Fu Sui could hear the sarcasm in his words.

Knowing that the fact that he and his second brother sent people to hunt and kill him had been exposed, he was not ashamed, instead he grinned: "You are the future emperor, I will see you sooner or later."

Fu Sui didn't regard himself as an outsider, and sat directly on the low stool beside Fu Ling's bed.

Glancing at Qi Lan who was at the side subconsciously tensed up and watched nervously, Fu Sui laughed in his heart: "You don't have to worry, third brother, you and I both understand that it's not a problem to fight around in places other than Beiyan, but here is Beiyan, it's Ningyi, it's the imperial palace——under the eyes of my father, I don't have the guts to do anything else."

Everyone knows how paranoid and domineering the emperor of Beiyan is.

This is his designated place, and he will not allow anyone to go against his will.

Speaking of this, Fu Sui shrugged his shoulders: "At this point, everything is a foregone conclusion. Father wants you to be the crown prince, so he will not allow anyone to compete with you, and I can only honestly retreat to my own boundaries." within."

"After all, we all know that if the father is really angry, he won't care whether we are his own sons or not."

Speaking of this, he laughed at himself: "Third brother must know this better than me."

After hearing this, Fu Ling, who was once deposed and sent to be a proton for many years, was silent.

Even if no one said it, almost everyone in Beiyan knew that the person sitting on the throne was not a benevolent and benevolent monarch.

That's a total lunatic.

There is only one madman in my heart.

Fu Ling closed his smile and narrowed his eyes to look at Fu Sui.

He was too lazy to go around in circles with Fu Sui, so he cut to the chase and said, "So big brother came to my place today, could it be that he just wanted to have a chat with me?"

"of course not."

Fu Sui looked at Fu Ling, the corners of his lips raised slightly: "I'm here to surrender."

surrender?

Fu Ling twitched the corners of his mouth: "Brother, what will you use to surrender?"

"A message. A message about someone you love."

Fu Sui watched with satisfaction as Fu Ling finally looked at him.

When he told the news, he raised his eyebrows and asked Fu Ling: "Is this news enough for you to see my sincerity?"

Fu Ling's eyes darkened: "Of course it's enough."

After Fu Sui finished speaking, he didn't want to stay here any longer.As he got up, he said with emotion: "This time I also see through it, the person most like the father is still you."

He glanced at the bandaged place on Fu Ling's chest and his pale and thin cheeks, and snorted, "It's really courageous for you to be able to stab yourself through with a knife, or for a man."

Fu Sui thought, his third younger brother looked pure and cold, but he didn't expect that he was still a lunatic in his bones.

It's no wonder that after going around for so many years, his father still made him the prince in the end.

Fu Ling lifted the quilt and got up.

This movement was too big, causing the wound on his chest to be faintly torn, but he didn't even frown, his expression remained unchanged.

"Anyway, thanks for the news, brother."

Fu Ling looked at Qi Lang, and said calmly: "Qi Lang, prepare clothes for me, I want to meet the Holy Majesty."

Qi Lan heard what he meant, and frowned to dissuade him: "Your Highness, your wound has not healed yet, and the imperial doctor said that you are still not good enough—"

"Aren't you listening to me now?"

Fu Ling interrupted his words and said word by word: "I said, bring me some clothes."

Qi Lan glanced at Fu Ling reluctantly, finally lowered his head, and replied unwillingly: "...I'll get it for you."

The prince's clothes are naturally regulated.

Fu Ling is now wearing a black uniform with fine dragon patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem with gold thread. The fabric is soft and the workmanship is exquisite, which is completely different from the ordinary black shirt he wore in Dayu before.

When Fu Ling was wearing the prince's uniform and came outside the Changhe Palace where the Emperor Beiyan worked, he heard his father, who hadn't seen him for more than ten years, drop something on the ground, and said with a sneer, "What a Fu Hong, he I haven't pursued with him the matter of chasing and killing my brother in Dayu, but now he dares to strike in Ningyi again."

His voice was gloomy and cold: "I'm not dead yet, there are only so many moths. It can be seen that his life has been wasted for so many years. What's even more ridiculous is that he is obviously as stupid as a pig, but he is as bold as a cow."

Standing outside the hall, Fu Ling couldn't hold back the corner of his lips when he heard this harsh comment.

Zeng Cheng's voice sounded immediately afterward: "Weichen came back for the past few days, and when he had nothing to do, he found a few things to eat from the guards in the palace."

After a pause, he said: "The minister has already sent people to torture him, and these people have all had contact with the second prince's people in private."

Fu Yi's voice in the hall was even colder: "The person who dares to let himself go by my side, I think he will give me a glass of poisoned wine tomorrow."

He smiled sarcastically, and gave the order without emotion: "Zeng Cheng, you bring someone to invite the second prince to the palace and live in the Buddha Heart Hall——since our second prince thinks about Beiyan's world every day, let the two The prince should pray well in the palace for my ancestors in Beiyan."

This is the meaning of sex in the palace.

Fu Ling wasn't surprised: his second brother dared to defy the man's request, so naturally he had to be prepared to be retaliated by the man.

No one knows better than him that in this land, this man's will is above the sky, and no one is allowed to violate it.

Fu Ling casually thought that it would indeed be a very good thing if he became an emperor like this man.

At least no one would dare to move his mind on the person he wanted to protect.

Zeng Cheng received the order, and when he walked out of the Changhe Palace, he happened to bump into Fu Ling who was standing silently outside the door.

Your Highness didn't heal, why did you come out?

Zeng Cheng frowned, and stopped in front of Fu Ling: "You are not in good health, so you shouldn't walk around at will." As if he suddenly thought of something, he looked at Fu Ling closely: "If it is for that matter, I will I advise you to go back. You also know that no one can change the determination made by the Holy Spirit."

"You may not know that no one can change my determination."

Fu Ling's complexion was still as pale as paper, but his eyes were bright.

He smiled faintly: "Master Zeng, don't worry, I cherish my body more than you. Please also give me a little trust, and believe that I can give you everything you want in the future."

After saying this, regardless of Zeng Cheng's expression, he lowered his eyes and stepped into the hall.

The next person he will meet is his blood father, the one and only ninety-five respected person in this country.

He is also the person he hates the most in the whole world.

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