The reborn boy is called Xianggong! !

Ye Sheng was awakened by a loud noise.He and Zhao Mu fell asleep while talking last night.

I just remember the last sentence "You have to live well, live well, and also for your mother."

Live well, in this life, he must live well, live well, and live well so as not to drag others down.

Ye Sheng blinked and blinked, desperately suppressing tears, not letting him fall on Zhao Muzang's blue quilt.

"Lord Luo, please go back. Rong Qian has made up his mind. There is no need to say any more." The voice outside the door gradually became clear, but Ye Sheng stood there in a daze and did not dare to move.

This is Rong Qian's voice.

A moment later, the door was already opened.

It was still moon-white robes, it was still a cold and unwavering face, its black hair was still tied up by a wooden hairpin, it was still pretending to be light and calm, and it was still dignified and elegant, and it was fair to say that the person in front of him was People keep away thousands of miles away.Rong Qian stood in the courtyard of Qingyu Xiaozhu, the autumn sun shining behind him leaving a long silhouette.

Rong Qian, who refused people for thousands of miles, turned around, and in a moment, it was like snow melting, thousands of miles of ice turned into a warm spring day. "Birth." Rong Qian called out.The tenderness in those eyes almost overflowed.

Ye Sheng smiled, his thoughts changed, how could he not know what Luo Tong was thinking?

Can't blame Rong Qian's poison so important, can't blame Luo Tong for revealing his identity at that time, can't blame, he can clean up the house for Rong Qian when it is so tight?

"Son, do you still have a fever?" Rong Qian entered the door at some point, stroked his forehead with one hand, and frowned.

"It's not hot anymore." Ye Sheng lowered his head and said vaguely.But she took his hand and let go.

"How are you?" Ye Sheng asked Rong Qian.

"Okay." Rong Qian nodded.He felt that his son was angry with him.

"Be good, don't worry about me." Rong Qian took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand again, wanting to caress Ye Sheng's face, but when he stretched out his hand, he was burned by the hot tears.

"Are you crying?" Rong Qian asked in a low voice, touching the slender joints inch by inch, and found that the tears had already burst.

The scorching tears ran across the fair face, one after another, and finally turned cold, falling on Rong Qian's heart, making him shiver.

"I'm fine. I have poison on my body, and I need to smoke cinnamon sticks to suppress it on the fifteenth day of each month. The suppression of cinnamon sticks is not enough. The poison accumulated in my legs every month needs to be cleaned out by Gu Lao. This process is easy for Gu Lao. , I was not in danger yesterday." Rong Qian collected himself, raised his face, and looked at him with such steadfast eyes.

"This matter is quite secretive. Apart from the few elders who have made friends with me on Yunyan Mountain, the only one who knows about it is my mother and concubine. Now there is still you."

To know this is to know Rong Qian's weakness.It was putting his life in his hands.

Rong Qian spoke bluntly, staring at Ye Sheng, who was lifeless and depressed, without blinking.Those eyes are usually so vivid, why now.Don't even want to turn around?Just cry silently.

"Your identity is different. Concubine Su Sima Zhaozhi, one day you will become a master who decides the life and death of others with a wave of your hand. My identity is also different. Luo Tong decided to hand over Yunyan Academy to me. I can't become you You are the only one with the surname Ye who entered Yunyan Academy, but the emperor would not want you to take this academy into his pocket." Rong Qian sighed.Explain to him while wiping his inexhaustible tears with your hands.

"That's why Luo Tong told me that your life is about to die. If I show any impure intentions towards you, I'm afraid I won't be in Yunyan Academy anymore." Ye Sheng murmured softly. "He bet on your life with me on whether I am sincere to you or am as ambitious as Concubine Su."

"Rong Qian, it hurts here." Ye Sheng pointed at his heart, his voice trembling.It turned out that he shouldn't have stayed by his side from the beginning to the end.Get too close and it's disaster.He couldn't block Rong Qian's way.

"I'll save you if you have a strong relationship, Rong Qian, please send me to Changle Palace." Ye Sheng smiled, turned his face away and didn't look at him again. "Stay somewhere else, as long as it's not with you. That's fine."

"Birth, baby. Listen to me." Rong Qian lowered his voice. "Since I brought you here, I never thought of letting you go again. You don't even want to go. No matter what way you go, Rongqian will accompany you."

After you're gone, who dares to pinch his own face?Who would dare to lie in Rong Shizi's arms in a daze?Who would rub against themselves and beg themselves not to leave?Who will give him another sincere heart?Who will cuddle with him and make an appointment to go together, no matter whether there is a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire in front of him.

Why are you unwilling to leave now that you have taken a step forward?

Ye Sheng couldn't finish wiping away his tears, so Rong Qian hugged him, took him into his arms, and let him rub his tears and snot on his body.murmuring. "You are gone, what should I do? Son, I have already apologized to you. Luo Tong will never lie to you like this again. You will be well protected by me, as long as you are with me." Rong Qian closed his eyes Eyes, hiding the panic in them.

He thought that they would fight against the sky, the earth, and the people in the future, helping him become a great treasure.He also thought that Ye Sheng would be unwilling to take this path, and that he would travel with him through winter and summer after completing his mission.But he never thought that Ye Sheng would leave him so quickly and so simply.Ye Sheng left, what should he do?

"You haven't grown up yet, son, you have returned to Changle Palace, what should I do?" Rong Qian couldn't restrain the fear between his teeth anymore.

"Rong Qian, I can't bear to part with you." Ye Sheng let him hug him blankly. "But you, you can't leave. This is the hope of your Prince's Mansion. If you are appreciated by Luo Tong, you are appreciated by the Holy Majesty. But after a few years, you must be an extremely human minister. And I have to leave, I am his child , I am doomed to be an idle prince in the future. Different ways, no conspiracy. Why should we get involved?" Ye Sheng had no strength at this moment, tears were hanging on his face, and his face was rubbing against the rough skin. The moon-white robe hurt him a lot.

"You told Luo Tong so loudly just now that you have made up your mind. Did you decide to go down the mountain with me?" Ye Sheng snorted while lying in Rong Qian's arms.His shoulders trembled with laughter, but Rong Qian couldn't see that his face was in pain.

"You expected that Luo Tong wouldn't let you go, didn't you? So he would compromise, and I would just go with the flow and continue to stay here. But you never expected that I would be so resolute even after hearing your explanation. I don’t want to stay.” Ye Sheng sniffed and said slowly.

"You let me go. Let's go home and back. I will take good care of myself. Am I so smart?"

"Are you really going? Have a baby." Rong Qian couldn't hold back his gentle face anymore.While speaking, his face had become contorted and hideous.

"Okay, let's go." Rong Qian smiled with a deep tone. "When you leave, I will put the debt on Luo Tong. From now on, Rong Qian is just Rong Qian. Luo Tong will not use someone who has two hearts with him. No matter how suitable I am, I am an outcast. He You are still young, and you have plenty of time to carve out the next successor. Are you satisfied with this?"

Rong Qian helped him up and put him firmly on the bed.Get up and go, go decisively.The light and shadow of the afternoon elongated his back, and for a moment, even the hem of his clothes was no longer visible.

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emmmmm It's around ten o'clock on the [-]nd. (Either later, not earlier.), I try to write more.mwah.