After running away, she was pregnant with His Majesty's cub

The dead men arranged by Shang Que were among the common people, and they deliberately talked about each other. Although they did not attract others to follow, suspicion and shock clearly flashed on the faces of those common people.

The queen looks like a young master who is like a banished fairy, why did he do so many dirty things behind his back?

Huo Rong was originally a tyrant with an iron fist, but now that he was in such a situation, he felt that he didn't need to act benevolent anymore.

Immediately, his voice became cold and he said: "Zhan Ling, go and clear the way, anyone who dares to disrespect the queen will be killed immediately!"

Zhan Ling took the order, and the people under his command were immediately full of murderous aura, with the aura of gods blocking and killing gods, Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas, and even killing will kill a path of blood.

Looking at the blood on the ground, the onlookers naturally wanted to drive away from the car in fear, and the team was in disarray for a while.

Looking at this scene, Shang Yuan felt more and more boring, completely unable to bring up the mood of wanting to sacrifice.

Huo Rong saw the loss on his face, and said softly: "What's wrong?"

Shang Yuan clenched his fingers unconsciously, hesitated for a moment and said: "Your Majesty, can we go another day?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it. After all, Huo Rong was in charge of all these things, and he never gave up until he reached his goal. How could he return halfway?

Unexpectedly, Huo Rong stared at him for a while, and then said: "Forget it, it's the same if we go another day."

He really wanted to go to sacrifice with Shang Yuan.

But he is more concerned about Shang Yuan's state at the moment.

Naturally, he could also see that the young man was obviously very disappointed, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, like a scolded drowning puppy.

Even if he used an iron fist to shut up these people along the road, he still couldn't stop their thoughts. He didn't want the young man to bear the infamy that he shouldn't have to bear amidst everyone's pointing and pointing.

After the two returned to the palace, Huo Rong settled Shang Yuan, turned around and went to the former residence.

This is the cold palace deep in the palace, and he has not set foot in it for a long time.

Huo Rong raised his eyes, slightly startled.

The wild grass is luxuriant, and the heavy locks lock the once humble and downcast.

As long as he doesn't set foot here, the past will only be deeply buried in his heart and gradually disappear in everyone's memory.

He did indeed make up his mind to seal everything in the past here, and not allow his heartstrings to be disturbed again.

But if he remembers correctly, there are some objects in this cold palace, which can just solve the siege of the young man today.

Huo Rong looked away and ordered: "Open the palace door."

The servant guarding the cold palace was slightly startled, and then unlocked the door according to his words.

There are too many memories here, Huo Rong took a deep breath before stepping into the residence covered with thin dust.

Memories of the past rushed over, clearly unquestionable.

It seems that if you look at the plum tree more often, you can think of the young man holding the dots of yellow pistils and staring at himself with bright eyes.

Huo Rong didn't dare to stay longer, suppressed his heartbeat, went straight to the inner room, and opened the drawer under the desk——

It was the homework of the teenager when he was in Taixue, including essays, poems, and algorithm drafts...

When he was sitting at the same table in Taixue, he secretly collected the teenager's manuscript, and then he was betrayed. Although he hated it very much, he was not willing to burn it after seeing the handwriting.

Before I knew it, I had been lying in this dusty corner for so long, like a tree that had grown firmly in the depths of my memory.

Huo Rong quickly took those notebooks, and left the palace as if fleeing.

He took the boy's manuscript and returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He remembered the ideals he had had as a teenager.

The young man is not a gloomy courtier, on the contrary, the former young man is like a starlight existence in summer night, he is bright, kind, and has the ability to be kind.

The young man at that time even told him solemnly that he should kill less and cultivate his mind more in the future.

Huo Rong raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but snorted coldly.

But after that, the young man took the initiative to leave him. The reason why he has grown crookedly like this is due to the young man's failure to stick to his end.

Times have changed, but the traces and ideals of Shang Yuan when he was young are still intact on this yellowed paper.

There are even comments from the Taixue master.

Huo Rong rubbed the ink with his own hands, and began to write the first line under the flickering candlelight.

"The queen is not a person who harms the country with her appearance. He once wrote an article on river management, which was later adopted by the court and changed. Since then, the flooded land has become a rich place. This is one of them..."

He lightly pasted the river control article written by the teenager on the corresponding position.

"Although the Queen is the son of the Duke of Wei, she has never been extravagant and arrogant. When she was in the Taixue, she wrote many times to ask for sacrifices to introduce outstanding students from poor families, and personally supported the students around her. The second..."

Huo Rong carefully put the boy's previous articles on it, and there was a comment from the Taixue teacher on it.

He remembered that at the time he was quite jealous because of this matter, after all, when those poor children came, it seemed that he was no different from those people.

But I never thought that one day I would find these articles myself.

"There was an earthquake in Hebei seven years ago. Your Majesty accompanied me to rescue the wounded, bandage the wounds, use local herbs to prevent infection, and use unique surgical bandages to save many people. The third..."

He found out the memorial that the court once commended the youth for his meritorious service, and pasted it here.

After the earthquake, he went to Hebei with the young man. They had been in the capital before. Although he knew that the young man knew some medical skills, he never expected to be so proficient.

The young man has a unique way of bandaging, and he also said that it is a "surgical technique", because this is the first time he has heard of this technique, but he still remembers it vividly.

The night is already very deep, and Huo Rong is still frantically and unremittingly collecting bits and pieces of the boy's past.

Since usurping the throne, he has heard too many people's anger and slander.

Huo Rong never thought of arguing, and there was never any turmoil in his heart.

Either kill and punish for deterrence, or ignore it.

He has never cared about those so-called fame and the reputation behind him.

But when these verbal criticisms were shot at Shang Yuan one after another, he was surprised that he couldn't bear it for a moment——

It is true that the young man has done some incredible things in recent years, but that is just the side of the young man, let alone what these people said, even many of them are rumors!

The flickering of the candlelight, pieced together bit by bit, is not only the so-called evidence, but also the vivid boy he once loved deeply.

Huo Rong lowered his eyes, he searched out these details overnight, just wanting to reveal the boy he cherished so much, so that they all know how good he is....

The fingers flipping through the paper stopped slightly——

On the yellowed paper, there suddenly appeared two stick figures drawn with a brush, wrapped in fox fur, running side by side on the snow-covered city wall, looking at each other and smiling.

Because of the passage of time, it seems that the ink has faded.

But Huo Rong remembered in an instant that Shang Yuan once drew it with a smile, the two of them.

There is a line of words below the villain.

——"Instead of bowing your head and being trapped in conspiracy, it's better to look up at the winter snow in the capital. It was written on the first snow day in the 17th year of Jiaqing."

Huo Rong was taken aback.

That was the day when they watched the snow together and ran on the city wall.

During those days, it was like a cluster of stars in the dark night.

The young man turned his head to him in the first snow, raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly, recalling that scene, it is still like a hazy halo.

Huo Rong clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were faintly red.

His boy, exactly... where did he go...