comeback [rebirth]

In the middle of the night, the hall was still magnificent, and Ting Wei had been waiting by the side, as long as Emperor Ning gave an order, he could begin to interrogate the second prince.

However, Emperor Ning only asked someone to move a seat in front of Cen Yuan, and then waved away all the courtiers and courtiers.

He got up from the dragon chair without anyone helping him, and walked step by step to sit in front of Cen Yuan.

"Yuaner." He asked, "Why?"

Cen Yuan smiled faintly, but did not answer immediately.

He looked down at the hem of Emperor Ning's brocade robe, and called softly, "Father."

Emperor Ning's expression flickered.

Cen Yuan asked: "Did you never think about investigating the cause of mother's death from the beginning to the end?"

Emperor Ning put one hand on the armrest, and after a long silence, he said leisurely, "I gave you enough freedom."

——He didn't even call himself "I".

It seems that only at this moment, they are no longer monarchs and ministers, no longer in the palace, no longer emperors and princes, but just a pair of ordinary father and son.

However, Cen Yuan lowered his head and said, "...freedom."

"In the end, the ministers and concubine mother are just pawns in your hands, aren't they?" Cen Yuan said softly, "But if they are pawns, how can they be free?"

Emperor Ning looked at him, and suddenly said: "Yuan'er, raise your head."

Cen Yuan looked up slowly.

"Look at this hall." Emperor Ning got up from his seat, his eyes glanced at the Danyings standing in the hall one by one.

"Do you know why these pillars are painted with vermilion lacquer?" Emperor Ning was not in good health, but his words were still forceful at this time, "You see that the dragon chair is above ten thousand people, but in fact, you don't know what's on the top of your head. How many beams are there. If you want to ensure that you will not be crushed by those beams, you must build enough columns to support the beams."

"But father." Cen Yuan was unmoved, and then lowered his eyes again, "I don't have the ambition to support this hall, I just want to walk out of this gate."

"you!"

Cen Yuan lowered his upper body: "Father, don't want to hurt the dragon's body because of your son-in-law."

"Stubbornness doesn't work!" Emperor Ning flicked his clothes suddenly, walked left and right in the hall two or three times, finally stopped in front of Cen Yuan, pointed at him and said, "You have other ways to go, why do you want to go all the way? Charge off the cliff!"

"Different routes lead to the same goal." Cen Yuan straightened up, smiling lightly, "There is one more person who must be eliminated as a son and minister, and I hope my father will be fulfilled."

"You know, murdering an important official of the imperial court is a felony and a capital crime!" Emperor Ning said sharply, "Even I can't protect you this time, how do you want to get out!"

Cen Yuan didn't answer, but raised the corners of his lips slightly, and glanced at Emperor Ning.

The latter suddenly bumped into his clear line of sight, and it became clear in an instant.

·

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there was originally a Shangyuan Banquet in the palace, which was supposed to be a celebration of peace and prosperity, but because the prime minister was assassinated and the second prince was imprisoned, there was only cold wind and desolation left.

The moon seemed to be rounder than yesterday, but it was cut into pieces by the prison's bars.

Cen Yuan stared blankly at the small piece of sky, always felt that he seemed to hear the noise coming from the city's lantern market, he could almost imagine the empty alleys and bustle of voices in Chang'an City.

Suddenly, he thought of Yan Xuan.

Will General Yan really come back from Chu?

He couldn't help asking in his heart.

Obviously he subconsciously told himself not to believe anyone's promises, and he personally told the other party not to rush back to the capital, but at this time, he still couldn't restrain himself from having a little delusion.

But what exactly was Yan Xuan thinking?

Although Cen Yuan knew from a young age that Yan Xuan became inarticulate because of his mother, he was used to putting up a layer of protection around him, he was unwilling to accept other people's kindness, and he was unwilling to give too much sincerity to others.

He thought that he was the closest person to Yan Xuan and the only one who could open Yan Xuan's heart, but after more than ten years, he found that he still couldn't see through this person.

He didn't know which side the other party was on, and he didn't understand why the other party made such a promise to him.

Just like he couldn't be sure at this moment, whether Yan Xuan would insist on returning to Beijing.

The light in the prison suddenly became dim. Cen Yuan looked outside and found that there were clouds covering the moonlight.

Cen Yuanwu muttered to himself: "Yun Sheng..."

This is the word he took for himself.

He still remembered that after thinking of this word, the first person he told was Yan Xuan.At that time, they hadn't come to such a point where they were different from each other.

As soon as Yan Xuan heard his words, he read out a poem: "The origin of the floating clouds is not fixed, and it is also free like floating clouds."

"Sure enough, you still understand me." He said to Yan Xuan at that time, "The most extravagant wish in life is probably nothing more than wandering clouds and wild cranes."

"—Second Highness."

At this moment, someone shouted outside the prison.Cen Yuan collected his thoughts in an instant, and saw that the person who came was Ting Wei, with a wine cup placed in the middle of the tray in his hand.

"Second Highness, this wine is for you."

Cen Yuan followed the sound and looked up at the wine glass in Wei Ting's hand. There was no obvious ups and downs in his voice, as if he had anticipated the situation in front of him long ago.

"Given by my father."

Ting Wei bent down and placed the wine cup in front of Cen Yuan, was silent for a moment, and finally sighed.

Except for Emperor Ning himself and Cen Yuan himself, no one knew what they talked about in the hall that night, Ting Wei thought about it for himself, and said: "Your Majesty didn't let the officials punish you, now... I will also leave you a whole body, presumably because of the love between father and son."

Father and son?

The light in the imperial prison was too dark, and the dancing candlelight and the broken moonlight alternately projected on Cen Yuan's face, making it hard to see his expression clearly.

It can only be discerned vaguely that he is actually smiling.

"My lord, you must be thinking wrong." He raised his eyes, "If it's a heavenly family, why would father and son come from? If it wasn't for the chess pieces on the board, if it wasn't for being there, how could you understand what the chess player thinks."

Ting Wei said nothing.

Cen Yuan picked up the wine cup, and the court captain made a salute, raised his voice, and said word by word: "For this wine, I will trouble you to thank Your Majesty on behalf of the guilty minister."

After that, he raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

The poisonous wine flowed into the body, corroding the internal organs immediately, and the scorching temperature seemed to directly ignite a fire in the body.

The wine cup was casually thrown at his feet, and Cen Yuan leaned back against the blood-stained wall in a relaxed way—at that moment, he looked as if what he drank was not poisonous wine at all, but some fine wine, full of wine. The faces are all relieved.

But soon, he couldn't help laughing anymore, his vision became blurred, and the last moonlight completely dissipated.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of swords colliding outside the prison, followed by a familiar voice: "Cen Yuan!"

The person whose name was called was thinking in a hazy consciousness: Who is it?

How dare you call him by his first name?

But after a while, Cen Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth in self-deprecating manner—although the extent was already unnoticeable.

He is no longer the second prince, but he is a prisoner, what taboo can he have?

In a trance, only the sound of fighting was heard, and the voice calling Cen Yuan's name got closer and closer, and the tone became more and more urgent, until after a moment's obvious pause, it suddenly rang in his ears.

"Yunsheng..."

Cen Yuan could feel that he was embraced by that person, and the other person wiped the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and kissed his temples.He wanted to look at the other party, but in the end he was powerless. He tried to open his mouth again, but he couldn't say anything.

The last thing he could do was to hear that person calling his name and words in his ear all the time.

Cen Yuan.Yunsheng.

However, born in an emperor's family, freedom may always be just a luxury.

·

Cen Yuan suddenly woke up from the memories of his previous life.

When he first woke up, he was still in a daze, and he couldn't even tell which side was the dream.

It wasn't until he touched the peculiarly shaped jade pendant on his waist that he realized that he had returned to reality.

He glanced outside, only to realize that it was only half an hour before he fell asleep.

However, he clearly has passed through the memory for several months.

After a moment of silence, he smiled to himself, got up and washed his face, then went to the wine cellar to the east, and found the altar of millet and wine.

And when he returned to the courtyard with the wine jar, he bumped into someone at the courtyard gate.

"Master Yan," he teased, "The west wing is not in this direction."

Yan Xuan didn't respond, and looked down at the wine jar in his hand.

Cen Yuan caught a glimpse of his eyes, and thought of the other party reminding him to drink less alcohol every day, so he preemptively said: "Today, stop nagging me about drinking, and don't ask why."

He didn't even go to get the wine glass or bowl, and directly took the wine jar up to the roof. Yan Xuan didn't say anything, and with a single step, he flew up to the roof lightly, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat down beside him.

Cen Yuan: "..."

He stared dryly, looking at Yan Xuan as if he saw a ghost. After a long while, he stretched out his hand and pushed the other party: "Why don't you talk."

She usually chatters like an old woman, why is she really silent today?

Yan Xuan said, "Didn't you say don't nag, don't ask?"

"..." Cen Yuan looked awkward, and suddenly looked away, drinking from the jar.

After taking several sips of wine, he asked, "Why is it so early today? I thought you wouldn't be back until midnight."

Yan Xuan glanced at him and said, "Sorry, it could have been earlier."

The wine was drunk too quickly, and Cen Yuan felt that his consciousness was a little confused, and said to himself: Why did he apologize?

However, when he actually said it, what he asked was: "Then why are you late again?"

Completely forgetting that the butler had already reported him when he came back.

And Yan Xuan said: "An Zhengchu is back and went to ask about the situation."

An Zhengchu?

Cen Yuan was stunned for a moment, remembering that this was the person who went to Liumu Town to do business.

"How to say?"

Yan Xuan didn't say a word, seeing his heroic posture of drinking, after all, couldn't help but started muttering: "If you're in a bad mood, go to rest."

"After resting, I woke up again." Cen Yuan smiled wryly, and put the wine jar down, only to hear that the echo was empty - the whole jar of wine was swallowed by him in just a few sips.

Yan Xuan frowned slightly, but she didn't know what she was thinking about, so she didn't answer for a while, and became quiet.

After a while, he glanced at the direction to the south, recalled that he hadn't heard the sound of knocking down Geng just now, so he took the empty wine jar from Cen Yuan's hand and stood up.

"Walk."

Cen Yuan looked up at him in a daze, "Where are you going?"

Yan Xuan didn't answer, just stretched out her hand in front of him.

Cen Yuan's eyes fell on the opponent's palm, hesitating for a moment, and then pulled him tightly.

In the stable, Ge Ying had just rested, and was eating the concentrate with his head down leisurely, but when he didn't even notice the sound of footsteps, the rein was suddenly pulled.

——Yan Xuan comforted it on its back, then led it out of the stable, let Cen Yuan ride on it first, and then got on the horse right after him.

The lights in Chang'an City were just lit up, but there were only two or three pedestrians left. Watchmen walked by with gongs and clappers, ready to knock down the watchmen.

Yan Xuan sat behind Cen Yuan, holding the reins in a posture that could almost be said to hold him in his arms.The moment he saw the watchman passing by, Yan Xuan put his legs on the horse and lightly shook his hands, making Ge Ying quicken his pace.

Cen Yuan looked at his direction, tilted his head slightly and asked, "Are you going out of the city?"

Yan Xuan's still steady voice rang in his ears: "Yes."

"Are you crazy?!" Cen Yuan felt that he was half sober as soon as he drank the drink, "The curfew is coming soon, what do you want to do out of the city now?!"

The horse's pace gradually accelerated, and it made an abrupt kicking sound in the city.The air was rolled into a strong wind, blowing more and more turbulent roars in the ears of the two.

Yan Xuan closed his eyes for a moment, glanced at the other party, and then turned his gaze back to the front - the soldiers guarding the city gate had already begun preparations to close the city gate.

He asked in Cen Yuan's ear, "Are you afraid?"

- Boom!

The watchman knocked suddenly.

Cen Yuan looked at the city gate that was getting closer and closer, his heart beating like a drum.

The next moment, the watchman knocked twice again, and at the same time Yan Xuan said: "Now I can turn back."

The soldiers at the city gate had already spotted the horses running towards the gate, and raised their spears one after another, shouting continuously:

"Stop!"

"Xu time has come, it is forbidden to leave the city!"

Yan Xuan asked, "Do you want to turn around?"

Cen Yuan blinked his eyes lightly, and in this blink of an eye, he felt his heart beating to the limit, as if the horn of a march on the battlefield sounded "dong dong", urging him to go forward without hesitation.

He covered Yan Xuan's hand and said, "Let's go."

His sound was almost immediately drawn into the strong wind around him, but Yan Xuan immediately grabbed him with his backhand, tightened the reins together, and swung down suddenly: "Drive!"

"Stop!"

"Who would dare—Second Highness?!"

Seeing this, the soldiers immediately raised their guns to meet him, but after seeing the person on the horse, he paused and retreated reflexively, and saw another person at the same time: "Lord Yan!"

However, before these sounds pierced through the strong wind, Ge Ying led the two of them galloping out from the gap between the city gates!

At that moment, the strong wind slashed across Cen Yuan's exposed skin one by one like a cold blade, but he felt a warm current surrounding him tightly, and his wrapped hands could feel a steady stream of indestructible power.

He felt that all the cries around him were being swept away by the wind, and he only heard the city gate closing behind him with a "boom!", and only heard the heartbeat of himself and the person behind him gradually merge into one, resounding in his ears .

He could only hear the crisp sound of the shackles that had surrounded him for several days, falling in response.