The reborn boy is called Xianggong! !

"Don't even look at it." Zhao Changqing gave him an angry look.Call him to your side and pinch his face.

"You don't know about this, but you blame me. I thought you lived with me on Taixu Mountain since you were a child, and watched me practice it. It's easy to understand such things, but now I look at it, and I don't complain. I don't care. Big." Zhao Changqing took a step forward, squatted down, and carefully hugged him in his arms.

"Son, you were born noble, and you received the prince's salary at a young age, so you don't know the sufferings of the world, and you don't know how you got everything." Zhao Changqing looked at him, his eyes were as calm as a lake, but There is a touch of gentle softness.

"I don't blame you for these, and we can't blame you. But you have to know, how few people in this world are born noble and have a good pregnancy? Most people are born to work, but they can only work hard all day long. Barely subsist on food and clothing. Your salary comes from the treasury, and the money in the treasury comes from the taxes they pay with their own blood and sweat, ten cent by ten cent." Zhao Changqing taught him mellowly, with a soft voice Not a trace of sullenness.

"If you ask me, why are there so many tears at night, because we hold their blood and sweat and their lives. Those in power should worry about the people. Do you understand? You are stepping on the lives of countless people under your feet." Zhao Changqing's face darkened, and hesitantly looked at Rong Qian who was standing beside him and Luo Tong who was on the imperial concubine's couch.

Both of them were silent, but they also stared at them as if nothing.

We are all smart people, this answer is neither partial nor very factual.But it is suitable for the silly, pure and innocent Ye Sheng.

"But let them answer this question." Zhao Changqing still pointed at them. "Perhaps what you got was not what senior brother said." Zhao Changqing sighed, and suddenly gave a wry smile.

"You might as well ask."

"What's the point of asking?" Luo Tong, who was on the imperial concubine's couch, glanced at Zhao Changqing unexpectedly.

"You still think that he has the best of all schools? Teach students according to their aptitude, this answer is worthy of him." After talking, he turned around and yawned, chatting. "Take it with you, he is just a mediocre person, and knowing too much will only cause trouble."

Luo Tong was also born into a wealthy family, but things didn't go well since he was a child.His principles all come from sage books.But his book of sages was not read to save himself. He read the policy of the world, to control and defend the people. After all, in the eyes of people like them, the people are tools for a prosperous life.He wouldn't be "evil and tearful at night".The people are water, they are boats, and they serve the people's welfare only because the water rises and the boat rises.

This is his answer, but it is definitely not the answer that Changqing wants Ye Sheng to know.

Luo Tong knew, so he didn't say anything.

Ye Sheng knew that Luo Tong was talking about himself.But I don't know where I provoked him.He could only scratch his head and looked at Rong Qian helplessly.

"Let's go." Rong Qian smiled after listening to Luo Tong's words, and patted Ye Sheng's head. "How about a mediocre person? Huiji will hurt. It's better if he can't see through it. I will also bear the burden of being confused for the rest of my life."

Ye Sheng couldn't hear it, but Rong Qian could.Knowing that Luo Tong said these words on purpose to offend Ye Sheng.But no matter what, the child is also his own.

Only then did Zhao Changqing get up.He solemnly saluted Rong Qian. "Your Majesty Rong, are you serious?"

"What do you think?" Rong Qian looked at him with squinted eyes, his eyes were narrow and cold, but now they looked a little more serious.

"It's Changqing who is being abrupt." Zhao Changqing was unambiguous, and Rong Qian's reaction made him feel more at ease.

After all, that child is doted on a little more, he is just a little clever. When he was a child, he was transparent and smart. I am afraid that he has relied on Rong Qian too much these years, and he actually doesn't know anything.

Make others worry about him.

Zhao Changqing quietly looked at Ye Sheng, who didn't know it, tightly tugged on Rong Qian's sleeve, acting like a spoiled child, his big clear eyes were full of Rong Qian.

Still sighed.

After all, this child will not stay by his side forever.I am afraid that the days of watching him grow up day by day are coming to an end.

………………

Sleepless with the filmmaker.

Rong Qian took Ye Sheng back to Prince Rong's mansion overnight.He has better things to do tomorrow.Too many people were involved in Su Ping's case, and now he followed suit, only feeling that there was a pair of invisible hands behind everything that tied everything together.

The shadow of the moon was slanting, Ye Sheng couldn't fall asleep, so he simply sat in the study with him.

With lowered eyelids, Rong Qian leaned over the desk.The long eyelashes closed together under the shadow of the lamp, and his handsome side face looked particularly thin under the mottled shadow.

Rong Qian became even thinner.Rao even exhorting Rong Ling to give him tonic every day could not stop Rong Qian from losing weight like this.

If he doesn't find Shenglianyu, he will be consumed to death.

Ye Sheng was anxious, this life was closer to him than the previous life, but the closer he was, the more sad he felt.

Ye Sheng shook his lips and scratched his ears and cheeks, the pain in his heart silently floated on his face, despairing and sad.

"Don't pay attention to Luo Tong's words today. He just wants to cover up." At some point, Rong Qian had already stood in front of him.

Just now the hand holding the writing brush touched his face.The familiar cold touch made his heart tremble.Rong Qian's hands are always so cold.

"En." Ye Sheng hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to let Rong Qian see the despair on his face.Rong Qian has a delicate mind, he is afraid that he will think too much.

"I didn't want to tell you." Rong Qian lowered his head and sighed, muttering. "But I can't bear to think about it."

"Son, your senior brother can't say enough." Rong Qian sat on the chair next to him.Reach out and hold him in your arms.

In the past two years, Ye Sheng has grown up very much, and now he is used to hugging him like before, but his hands are tied.

Embarrassed, Ye Sheng sat in his arms and struggled, but was held tightly by Rong Qian.

"Don't move." Rong Qian was leaning his head on his neck, noticing that he was shaking, and frowned.

"I'm not young anymore. You're holding me in such a panic." Ye Sheng defended in a low voice, his small body not only kept shaking but also kept shaking.

"Let me hug you." Rong Qian ignored him and rested his head on his neck.The piece of meat was soft, Rong Qian smiled and blew on it.

The hot air blew into Ye Sheng's neck, half a circle overflowed and turned into cold, Ye Sheng was numb and itchy, and he couldn't bear to brush it away, and he turned red after a while.

Rong Qian looked at his embarrassment and giggled, but didn't move at all.Seeing him shrinking his neck in his arms, twisting and humming.

"Son, how long can you live in this world? You know, I don't want you to be too tired." Rong Qian looked at him intently, his eyes were deep, and his brows were deep. Ye Sheng only felt that Rong Qian was The stars are the ocean, vast and boundless.

"I still can't tell you." Rong Qian frowned, smiled softly at him, and said quietly. "I wanted you to clarify something a few days ago. Now that I think about it, it would be better if you didn't know."

Rong Qian patted his back lightly with one hand. "Even if you are crippled, I will cripple you myself."

"If I'm useless again, you can forgive me, but I can't forgive myself either." Ye Sheng also smiled, poking the dimple at the corner of his mouth with his finger.Little by little towards that place.

The years in the previous life were suffering and sorrow, and it was the pain in his heart that he couldn't hide. Once again, even if Rong Qian let him indulge, he would not dare.The pain was so painful that he felt it again, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

"What are you afraid of. Even if you go to hell, I will accompany you." Rong Qian chuckled, smelling the milky scent on his body, and whispered in his ear.

In the end, I still dare not tell him how hard it is to end the power.

"Thousands of green books are just talking about fighting for the interests of the people. When you have a child, you will not know why you are crying until you really have mountains and rivers in your heart. The land of rivers and mountains is born for you, for you. Death. Only when you hold mountains and rivers in your hands will you know how heavy you are."

Ye Sheng listened to Rong Qian's answer in a daze, and thought to himself, it really is so.My heart was full of melancholy, and there was only one sentence left in front of those dark eyes. "Rong Qian, are you tired?"

"Tired." Rong Qian looked at him intently. "So you must let me rely on you." Rong Qian smiled wryly.

"Okay." Ye Sheng grabbed his palm. "When you need me, I will be by your side."

Rong Qian was startled, but when he heard him speak, his eyes changed again.

It took a long time to speak.It's a pity that the sound is too small, almost like mosquitoes.

"You know, I hope you will grow up soon."

…………

In the early autumn, the chills sing the last persistence among the withered and yellow leaves.

The vegetation began to turn a withered yellow color.

A loud thunder on the ground made Ye Sheng panic.

That day Rong Qian was studying with him in the Moran Courtyard.Rong Ling hurried over.

Rong Ling was often sent out by Rong Qian recently, and Ye Sheng hadn't seen him for a long time, he looked up unexpectedly when he heard the familiar footsteps.

"Missed again." Rong Qian patted his head with his hand and frowned.

It is said that a strict teacher makes a good student, why does he teach Ye Sheng now, the stricter he is, the more cheating he is?

Ye Sheng let out an "Ouch" and patted his head.Regardless of Rong Qian, he still looked at Rong Ling in surprise.

"You, are you going to marry him? Why is he so excited?" Ye Sheng swallowed at Rong Ling, and felt a little frightened when he saw that eagle eyes were now red and big, like a pair of rabbit eyes.

"Still suffering from pink eye disease?" Ye Sheng laughed sullenly, teasing Rong Qian with his face up.

"My lord." Only then did Rong Ling turn around.He called Rong Qian, and glanced at Ye Sheng again.

How could Ye Sheng not understand?

Jokes are jokes, people are still funny.

"I'm hungry, let's go to the waiter for some snacks." Ye Sheng stood up, clapped his hands, stretched his calves, and walked outside.

In autumn, the two orange trees outside the Moran courtyard are full of fruits. Each orange is like a baby's fist, and each one is yellow, green or green, hanging on the tree.

Nanny Zhang sews insoles for Ye Sheng under the veranda outside Guixiangju.She is getting older, since the 12th year of Yuanguang, she has guarded the Moran Courtyard every day, and she is more calm and indifferent than Ye Sheng.

"Your Majesty, if you want to eat oranges, you can pick them by yourself. Mr. Mo watched, drooling all over the floor." Chen San'er, who was squatting next to Mammy Zhang and splitting the line for her, was laughing at Ye Sheng at the top of his voice.The wretched smile on his face wiped out the innocence of his baby face.

"What to eat, it's so sour." Ye Sheng gave him a blank look, and kicked him on the grass next to him indiscriminately.

Except for the road, Moranyuan has lawns planted in the yard.Because Ye Sheng ran too fast once, he knocked out a tooth on the solid soil.

Now the grass is soft, and when Ye Sheng kicked it, the grass clippings flew up.

Ye Sheng lay casually on the lawn, looking up at the sky.

It was the time for the wild geese to return to the south again, and before he knew it, he had followed Rong Qian for three years.

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Aww.I still feel that the text should be written slowly. emmmmT^T I opened a new article.Wow.Thick-skinned begging for more (yes, both texts are asking.) Meh. ╭(╯ε╰)╮If you like it, just accept it.Boots.

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