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Beiyan border.Huangqu City.

On the beacon tower, Fu Sui in a black long gown stood silently, looking to the south without moving.The night covered the earth, and the dark clouds covered the full moon. Wherever the line of sight was, all the scenery was dark.The wind in this barren land seems to have fine needles, as if it wants to blow into the bones of people.

The torch not far away was blown crookedly, the scorching orange pierced through the silent night and illuminated Fu Sui's face.He squinted his eyes, silently looking at the little spark at the end of his sight that would be missed if he didn't pay attention, and fell into deep thought.

This spark is exactly Yanding.

Thinking of the news he heard in the afternoon, Fu Sui frowned.

"Liao Yuan can't hold it anymore?"

He said to himself, thinking: "Such a good opportunity, if we attack now, we will definitely catch them off guard... It's a pity that this good opportunity was lost."

Thinking of his younger brother who has been crowned prince and Zeng Cheng who was standing in the team, Fu Sui snorted lightly: "Who would have thought that a vegetarian wolf cub would pop out of the wolf's den?"

Fu Sui shrugged and looked away.

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps by his ears, Fu Sui tilted his head, and saw Jin Wei walking up to him quickly, handing him a letter with his head bowed respectfully: "Eldest Prince, it's a letter from Ning Yi."

A letter from Ning Yi?

...It must be his lunatic father who is urging him again.

Fu Sui frowned, his face darkened a bit.He pursed his lips and took the letter, tore open the envelope and glanced at the contents of the letter.

As he expected, in this letter, the tone of the emperor in Ningyi was obviously much more irritable than before.After eloquently criticizing a page, the emperor threatened him arrogantly, saying that if he did not hear the news that Yanding had been attacked within five days, Fu Sui would simply go back to Ningyi and be imprisoned with his second brother. Go somewhere.

This threat really frightened Fu Sui.

"Food, weapons, number of soldiers..."

Fu Sui thought of the reasons he had come up with for procrastinating these days, and deeply felt that he was the most benevolent to Fu Ling: "I have tried my best to be able to procrastinate for so long."

Thinking of how Fu Yi might be watching the border movement in Ningyi at this moment, Fu Sui rubbed his brows, and beckoned for the guards to approach: "Hurry up and send someone to deliver a message to His Royal Highness, saying that I can only hold on for a while." Five days. After five days, if the town of Ning has not yet been determined, I will obey the oracle and send troops to attack Yanding."

Jin Wei nodded with a serious face, turned and ran down the beacon building.

"Being a good son or a good brother? The result will come out soon."

Fu Sui let the night wind cool down his face a little bit.He lazily raised his eyes, looked at the spark not far away again, and smiled lowly: "No matter who wins or who loses, I will not suffer in the end."

The relationship with Fu Ling is concealed. If Fu Ling succeeds, he is a hero who assists the new emperor;

Nothing could go wrong, and it didn't matter who the dead person was, as long as it wasn't him.

The dark clouds gradually dissipated, revealing a full moon that had been covered for a long time.

Fu Sui stretched out his right hand to cover the full moon, and then slowly closed his five fingers.This movement gave him an illusion as if the moon was also being held in his hand, causing Fu Sui to stretch his eyebrows and reveal a satisfied and confident smile.

He snorted, "...it's really interesting to be in the emperor's house."

The slightly cool night wind passed by, blowing south from the beacon tower in Huangqu all the way to the Liao Mansion in Yanding.

Liao Qing put on filial piety and walked out of the room with empty eyes.He heard the suppressed crying of the servants and guards, and he closed his eyes, his eye sockets were sore, the pain was so painful that it was hard to blink, but he couldn't shed a tear.

The old housekeeper stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Master, madam, she..."

"The doctor said that he fainted after being stimulated, and he will probably wake up soon."

Hearing the old housekeeper's voice, Liao Qingfeng opened his eyes.He didn't close his eyes all day and night, and he didn't eat. After closing his eyes for a long time and then opening them, there was darkness in front of him. It wasn't until he held on to the door rail and stood for about a snap of his fingers that the world in his eyes became clear again.

Thinking of how his mother held his lifeless father in her arms not long ago and didn't allow others to approach him, Liao Qingfeng felt his nose ache.He told the old housekeeper: "Let the kitchen prepare some porridge and deliver it when Madam wakes up."

The old butler agreed, but did not leave immediately.

Liao Qingfeng smiled wearily: "Is there anything else?"

"Young master," the old butler hesitated for a moment, but still asked softly: "You haven't rested for a long time, do you want to sleep in the house first? The guests will arrive tomorrow morning, and the old slave is watching here, so nothing serious will happen."

After Liao Yuan left, it was Liao Qingfeng who took on the responsibility of taking care of the funeral.During this day and night, he had to prepare for the funeral and comfort his tearful mother. He was as busy as a spinning top and had no time to rest.

Tired?Of course I'm tired.

But Liao Qingfeng felt a little bit better when he was exhausted.Once a person is tired, his head will not think about some random things, but he can take a breath of luck.

The night wind blew on his face, making Liao Qingfeng more conscious.

He thanked the old housekeeper for his kindness: "No, I can't sleep now. You don't have to worry about me."

How could the old butler not be worried?

He asked Liao Qingfeng again: "Master, then I will let the cook warm a bowl of porridge for you first, and you will pad your stomach first?"

Liao Qingfeng was actually not hungry, but seeing the concern in the old housekeeper's eyes, he forced a smile and nodded casually: "I'll listen to you."

The old housekeeper finally let out a sigh of relief, bowed his head to Liao Qingfeng and left, hurried to the kitchen, intending to ask the cook to quickly cook a bowl of porridge for his young master.

Looking at the hurried back of the old housekeeper, Liao Qingfeng looked helpless.

At this moment in the dead of night, Liao Qingfeng leaned on the pillars of the corridor outside his mother's house, looked up at the full moon in the sky, the confusion and fragility that had been hidden for a whole day finally emerged from his eyes.

Qinghui sprinkled all over his body, and the dew unconsciously wetted the skirt of his shoulders, but he didn't realize it.

On the first day he met Liao Yuan in Lai Yanding, Liao Qingfeng knew that this day would eventually come.

In fact, yesterday he was still telling himself that birth, old age, sickness and death were too normal, everyone would have such a day.But he didn't expect that when the man suddenly clenched his hands before dying, an unprecedented panic swept over him.

What's so good about this man?

He gave birth to him but hadn't raised him for a few days. The father and son haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. The man in front of him is his father in name, but in fact, the old man who sells candied haws in the capital is more lively and kind than him. .

Liao Qingfeng questioned himself in his heart: What is so sad about such a person leaving?

He couldn't answer.But he was really sad.More sad than ever.

His temples throbbed and his head hurt like someone was hitting him hard with a hammer. Liao Qingfeng pursed his lips and looked at the man, his eyes slipped inch by inch from the man's eyebrows to his chin, not even letting go of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes .

He is using these eyes to record the appearance of this man, engraving his appearance in his heart.

"Breeze..."

Liao Yuan had difficulty breathing, every word was difficult to speak, and his voice was soft.Liao Qingfeng leaned forward and got closer to him, only then did he hear what he was saying clearly: "Answer... Promise me... Be responsible to Xie Jiajun... Be responsible to Xie Jiajun... Guard... Keep Yanding well..."

After finishing these words, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were no longer as clear as before, but even so, Liao Yuan still clenched Liao Qingfeng's hand, and continued: "Yan Ding... Yan Ding can't be broken... Yan Ding If the decision is broken, Dayu will be in danger..."

"I...I promised General Xie...I promised him...I promised him to keep Yanding...you can't make me break my promise..."

Liao Yuan's hands were dry and rough, covered with calluses, covering the back of Liao Qingfeng's hands, like dry old tree bark.

Liao Qingfeng didn't want to admit that he was still a little lost: even at the last moment of his life, what his father thought was still Xie's army, General Xie, and the people of Limin in Dayu.

without him.Still without him.

His heart can hold so much, why can't it hold another him.

Liao Qingfeng smiled, concealed his frustration, held Liao Yuan's hand back, and met Liao Yuan's stubborn eyes, his voice was soft but firm: "Don't worry, I promise you, I will be responsible to Xie Jiajun, and to everyone The people in Yu are responsible—as long as I am here, Yanding will not be broken, and you will not break your promise to General Xie."

This is good, this is good...

The biggest obsession was gone, and Liao Yuan's tense body immediately relaxed.He looked at Liao Qingfeng who was holding his hand in front of him, his eyes softened little by little.At the last moment of his life, this man who was unsmiling in front of the soldiers finally smiled at his son whom he had not seen for many years.

"Qingfeng...my son Qingfeng..."

He stretched out his dry and chapped right hand, trembling to touch Liao Qingfeng's cheek, but unfortunately he couldn't use his hand hard enough to touch his son's face.In the end, Liao Qingfeng came to his senses, pressed his hand, and took the initiative to lean his face against his palm.

"In my whole life... in my whole life, I will be worthy of the parents of heaven and earth... I am worthy of the king, I am worthy of the people, I am worthy of General Xie, who loves me so much, I am worthy of your mother... Only, I am sorry for you..."

Liao Yuan looked at him quietly, and suddenly there was water in his eyes.He could feel the strength in his body disappearing little by little, but he was still panting for breath and wanted to finish speaking.

He said: "It's great, I can have a son like you...I'm sorry, you have a father like me..."

Liao Qingfeng wanted to say no, so don't say sorry.

But before he could say a word, the palm that was caressing his face fell down.Amidst his mother's heart-piercing cries, Liao Qingfeng opened his eyes helplessly, watching his biological father close his eyes.

He closed his eyes with a smile.

What happened next?Memory gathers dust here.

Liao Qingfeng looked at the moon, and was about to continue to recall, when he suddenly noticed that someone poked his forearm lightly.Liao Qingfeng lowered his head and saw Jingyi, who had changed into white clothes, looking over with big clear eyes.

"I'm in a bad mood today. If the princess wants to chat, she should go find someone else elsewhere."

Liao Qingfeng was exhausted, his eyes were bloodshot, and he really didn't have the energy to deal with Jingyi, so he wanted to send her away.

"Liao Qingfeng, I won't chat with you, I'll bring you something."

As if afraid of disturbing him, Jingyi deliberately lowered her voice, and said so softly to Liao Qingfeng.She took out a piece of veil, revealing a few mung bean cakes that had been carefully placed in the veil, glanced at Liao Qingfeng carefully, and made sure that Liao Qingfeng was not impatient, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and stuffed the mung bean cake into Liao Qingfeng's hands.

She rarely showed a shy smile: "Let's have some dessert. After eating dessert, maybe it won't be so bitter."

Liao Qingfeng was about to reject the pastry, but after listening to Jingyi's words, he was stunned.

He frowned, inexplicably feeling that the words sound familiar: "Who said this...?"

"—You said it."

Jing Yi interrupted him.

With Liao Qingfeng's stunned expression, Jingyi mustered up her courage and held back her inner shyness to meet Liao Qingfeng's eyes.

She repeated it softly: "It was you who said it—Liao Qingfeng, at the funeral of my mother and empress eight years ago, you were the one who said such things to me with the mung bean cake that came in secretly."

Liao Qingfeng was stunned for a long time, and finally realized that he had been staring at Jingyi for too long, so he turned his head hastily.In order to hide his embarrassment, he hurriedly picked up a piece of mung bean cake and stuffed it into his mouth, stuffing his mouth full.

Swallowing the mung bean cake wholeheartedly, Liao Qingfeng didn't dare to look at her, so he could only laugh dryly: "Mmm...the mung bean cake is delicious..."

Jingyi looked at him, and unconsciously rolled her eyes with a smile.

At the same moment when the two were outside the house, the postman who brought the news of Liao Yuan's death was rushing to the capital through wind and rain.

Liao Yuan's death is undoubtedly a very important event for Dayu. Since Liao Yuan just passed away one day ago, he was appointed to go to the capital to tell the current emperor the news.

One day later, on this night, the post envoy arrived at a post station, intending to drink some water, change to a more energetic horse, and continue heading to the capital.

The postman brought tea and handed it to him with a smile: "What letter, you need to send it to the capital so urgently?" He persuaded: "Why don't you rest here tonight and start tomorrow morning?"

The post envoy poured three full glasses of water, and only then did he feel alive again.

He wiped the water stains from his lips, and said vigilantly: "Don't worry about anything, quickly find me the fastest horse. If I'm a little bit late, I'm afraid I might lose my life."

"Is it such an important thing?"

When the postman thought about where the postman came from, he had a vague guess in his heart.In a corner where the postman couldn't see, he waved the hand behind his back.

Hearing the sudden sound of footsteps, the messenger turned around curiously.The next moment, he opened his eyes wide and slammed down the teacup, wanting to run out the door.

It's a pity that just as he got up, the door was closed in front of him.

The postman never took a step out of the door.

Beijing.

"Liao Yuan is dead?"

Seeing that the letter was completely burned by the candle, Wan Xu raised his eyebrows and got up to go out.The long-awaited day was coming, and he was so excited that he trembled all over, and felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling.

"Look," he said to himself, smiling, "this opportunity is here now."

When I walked out the door, I happened to meet a colleague who had worked with me for a long time.

The colleague asked: "Master Wan, where are you going?"

"I'm in a good mood, so I thought about going out for a walk."

Wan Xu smiled and waved goodbye to his colleagues, then walked slowly through the street and walked to the back door of Chengwang Mansion.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the back door, and soon someone quietly opened the back door to welcome him in.

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