The reborn boy is called Xianggong! !

Cold gloomy snowy day in winter.Everything is silent, the gray sky is extremely low, and even if one takes a breath, one feels the coldness penetrates into the limbs and bones through that breath.The leaves are rustling, and the wind blows the surrounding evergreen trees, curling up, adding a touch of bright softness to this empty and cold monotonous world.

The sound of the piano in Hanqin Xiaozhu burst out.The quiet and elegant voice is neither boring nor noisy, and the clear piano sound is like orchids in the empty valley, slowly hovering in the room.The lingering sound is long and endless, neither stunned nor hard, like spring rain, moisturizing and silent.

There was a knock on the door.One tap after another, neither fast nor slow, monotonous but not lonely, accompanied by the simple sound of the guqin, the silk is caught in the ears and people can't ignore it.

Zhao Changqing smiled coolly, and the light in his slightly raised eyes was like drizzle in the cool mist, warm and moist.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, but it seemed that the knock on the door became a little hasty.

Zhao Changqing got up and opened the door for him.The mountains outside the door are high and the sky is far away, Rong Qian leaned against the door, his jade face was clear and bright, and he smiled slightly, making the world outside the door pale.

"You are here." Zhao Changqing nodded.With a chuckle, he let him into the house.

"Tianhan, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave today." Rong Qian entered the room.Take off the cloak, and sweep the room around to have a panoramic view.

The house is not big, but it looks very empty.In the main hall, a set of pear wood tables and chairs is placed in the center.There is a qin table by the window, on which the chaotic qin is lying quietly, and the smoke burning on the qin table swirls and rises slowly.Let that room be filled with fine magnolia fragrance.Seems like nothing, refreshing.

"Sleeping. I put him in the bedroom. If you are in a hurry to leave, I will wake him up." Zhao Changqing closed the door and deliberately lowered his voice.

"That's unnecessary." Rong Qian sat down.He flicked his sleeves and sat down on the chair. "It's okay to be left. It's okay to go back a day late. Today is also my first visit."

"Senior brother, why don't you visit?" Zhao Changqing waited for him to sit down, and went to the compartment to bring the tea set with his own hands.

He likes to cook tea, so he set aside that room as a tea room.Put all the corresponding tea sets in it.It is also convenient when entertaining guests.

A cup of tea, steaming up, Rong Qian took a sip before carefully looking at his senior brother.

It's a little different from when we first met.What I remember is just an obedient, sensible and quiet child.The Changqing in front of me, like a cold pool, looks clear and cold, but in fact it is warm and boundless.Like a cup of tea, you just want to taste it, but after taking a sip, you find that he is not as dull as he looks, and you only know his long-lasting charm after drinking deeply.

The years are always leisurely, but they always give people earth-shaking changes.Just like Zhao Changqing, like Rong Qian, like the future Ye Sheng.

"A few days before the birth, I was asked to investigate all the families surnamed Zhao in the capital. What did you tell him?" Rong Qian asked him suddenly.

"Never." Zhao Changqing paused the hand pouring tea for him. "Have you talked to him?"

"Never." It was about Zhao Changqing, since the master didn't want him to know, how could he tell him as an outsider? "I told him that no one in the big family surnamed Zhao in Beijing has ever heard of a family with a child at your age who disappeared."

"So, it's troublesome." Zhao Changqing smiled kindly.Continue pouring tea.He should know that Rong Qian does things without his involvement.No one can be more watertight than him.

The child is careful, and it is not surprising that he has doubts.Thanks to him for taking himself to heart.

"He was afraid that he sensed that you knew something in your own mind, so he wisely didn't continue to ask." Rong Qian smiled lightly, hesitant to speak.

"What did Gen Kun want to say?" After pouring the tea, Zhao Changqing raised his head, his eyes were deep, and he looked quietly at Rong Qian opposite.

"You really don't intend to admit it"

"Changqing was an orphan picked up by Master since he was a child, how did he ever talk about admitting it?" Zhao Changqing interrupted him.

"Young Master Rong doesn't need to test it out. Since Changqing has already come here, he has already thought it over." Zhao Changqing paused and took a deep breath, and chose to open up with him. "This Yunyan Academy. If the eldest son can't handle it, then Changqing will handle it for you. After you arrive, every day you help give birth, this Yunyan Academy will be yours every day." Zhao Changqing said every word clearly. , still gentle and elegant, but let Rong Qian hear the Qiongqiong accent in those words.

This is Zhao Changqing and his promise.Ye Sheng probably wouldn't have known that his senior brother, who was vacant and elegant, was born in the mountains and rivers, and was indifferent by nature, would willingly fall into this mundane world for him.

"So, I will keep it from my son." Rong Qian sighed.Knowing that when it comes to sacrificing for the sake of having a child, there is no one who can compare to this calm senior brother in front of him.

But I knew that this was the best result before I came here, so why is it still a bit unwilling now that the real hammer has been put into practice?

"Senior brother, don't you think that you are too kind to him?" Rong Qian murmured while staring at him.

He would rather use maximum malice to guess Zhao Changqing's intentions than admit that he is really willing to do this for the sake of having a child.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember that Changqing lost to you in a game of chess?" Zhao Changqing smiled at him, disapproving.

"Of course I remember." Rong Qian's face was as dark as water, facing such a person, he felt a little disappointed in his heart, but he couldn't lose his temper at all.

"Do you still remember what Master said? You play chess to win, and Changqing just plays chess to pass some boring days. Changqing is to live, but Shizi has the world in his heart. This is the difference between Shizi and Changqing . " Zhao Changqing's face, like a bright flower shining on the moon, showed a trace of relief from his heart.

"The prince drinks tea, and Changqing also drinks tea. The prince drinks tea to socialize with Changqing. Changqing drinks tea because he likes the aftertaste of sweetness and bitterness after this tasteless green tea. What is too good for the son? Losing chess is the day of Changqing, drinking green tea is also the day of Changqing, I hope with all my heart that the little boy I raised will be safe for the rest of my life, and it is also the day of Changqing. Why should the son be jealous?" Zhao Changqing said with a smile, Qing The clear and moist voice is calm and calm.But he couldn't hide the loneliness on his face.

"The mountains are as quiet as ancient times, and the days are as long as young years. Being kind to him is not a gift from him to me?" Zhao Changqing murmured suddenly, as if he had touched something. "I would like to live a life without disputes with the world, and I can endure the loneliness that the world often hides, but I can't restrain him."

That child will leave him eventually, will eventually have his own world.All I can do now is to pave the way for him so that he can walk well, well.He couldn't accompany him, but he hoped that someone could accompany him, and accompany him through the bloody and unpredictable future.

"Sometimes, why don't I envy you?" Zhao Changqing murmured in a low voice. "At least you have a family. Changqing only has a name."

That is, living for this name is enough.For the rest, he didn't want it, and he didn't think it was worth it.

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When Ye Sheng woke up, the snow still hadn't fallen, and the sky was a little darker.He just remembered that he came to say goodbye.Get up in a hurry and step on the polished beech wood floor, the floor is not too cold, the houses on the top of Yunyan Mountain are small, but Luo Tong has paid the capital.Not to mention warm in winter and cool in summer, we also dug the earth dragon.I'm afraid that those old men who are getting old will not be able to keep out the cold in winter.

Before he reached the main hall, he was seen by Rong Qian who just turned around. "Are you full of sleep? I drank two pots of tea with my brother here."

Zhao Changqing, who was facing him, didn't speak, and stood up hastily as soon as he saw him.In a few strides, he walked up to him.She hugged him and walked to the bedroom. "Not even wearing shoes?"

"It's not cold." Ye Sheng grinned.Let Zhao Changqing hold him and then enter the inner room, wipe his feet clean, and then put on his shoes.

"Don't wear shoes if it's not cold?" Zhao Changqing pretended to be angry and glared at him.

"I was wrong." Ye Sheng hugged him, apologized, but smiled on his face, clearly looking like a rascal.

"Do you dare next time?" Zhao Changqing sighed, but there was nothing he could do with him.

This kid will never be in good shape in front of him, and it just so happens that he still accepts his tricks.If you really keep it with yourself, you will be a rascal if you don't keep it neat.

"Don't dare, dare not. How dare I." Ye Sheng said coquettishly.Those peach blossom eyes were sparkling, and the clear water was flowing.Rong Qian, who was watching at the door, was stunned by his watery eyes.

With the mother's passion and dazzling eyes, how can she be so good-looking? . . . . .

Rong Qian suddenly turned his head, stopped thinking, turned around, Hou was in the main hall, waiting for them to come out.

"It's still too late to go back now." Zhao Changqing looked at the gloomy sky with some worry.

"It's 29 tomorrow, if I don't go back, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time to pray." 29 The royal family will go to the palace to pray for blessings and make blessing cakes.Ye Sheng just came back this year, so he couldn't be late tomorrow.

Rong Qian meant to leave no matter how late it was.

"Then let's go. From my observation of the sky, it won't snow in a short time. If I don't leave today, I'm afraid I'll have to work hard tomorrow." Zhao Changqing patted Ye Sheng's head, feeling a little bit reluctant.

"I miss senior brother." Ye Sheng stood beside Zhao Changqing, gently tugging at the hem of his clothes.What it means is self-evident.

"Hey, even if you go back, you're going back to Prince Yun's Mansion, so why don't you let me go to Prince Yun's Mansion with you?" Zhao Changqing's eyes darkened suddenly when he talked about Prince Yun's Mansion, but he smiled at Ye Sheng the next moment.Be patient and reassure him.

"Yes," Ye Sheng pouted, already crying. "You are not familiar with this place. How will you live this year?"

"Or?" Rong Qian looked at Ye Sheng's gaze that drifted over from time to time, and was really embarrassed to pretend he didn't see it again. "Going to visit my Prince Rong's mansion?"

"Hey? Is this okay?" Ye Sheng looked at Rong Qian with wide eyes in a hurry, and asked him seriously.

"Are you okay?" Rong Qian said quietly, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Yuxi: "Okay. Then thank you, Mr. Rong. Your Prince Rong's mansion is too big. It just so happened that senior brother came to make you more popular and happy." Ye Sheng was secretly happy, and said quickly, saying a word smoothly, and then Fast and fast.I'm afraid that Rong Qian will go back on his word halfway.

"Okay, okay. Naturally, Rong Qian would be happy to ask senior brother to add some happiness to my Prince Rong's mansion." Rong Qian scratched his nose.Doting and smiling.

"Brother." Ye Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately looked at Zhao Changqing with a satisfied grin.Senior brother loves him so much, he will definitely agree.

"Brother is home everywhere, so it's okay to go to Rong Wang's Mansion. It's a great honor." Zhao Changqing smiled, and Ye Sheng dragged his hand to shake.

"but...."

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