Pick all the cold branches

It is said that Lu Lan's picture scroll with hidden account books was all turned into ashes in the sea of ​​fire.The inspector of ceremonies did not find it.Prince Jing's mansion was not found either.As for His Majesty the Emperor, Zhen Xian selfishly speculated that the Emperor probably did not send anyone to look for him, nor did he want them to find him.

When he faced the sun, the emperor once said five words to him-for later generations.

The so-called "latecomers", Zhen Xian felt that His Majesty's thoughts should still be His Royal Highness Prince Jing.

But if His Highness Prince Jing cannot return to Beijing smoothly, everything else will be empty talk.

Zhen Xian couldn't help worrying, fearing that Jia Fei would suddenly think about something out of the ordinary at this moment, so he frowned and grabbed him again.

"He's still floating on the sea, why not His Highness come back to ask him?"

"Then let him continue to float." Jia Fei curled his lips and responded immediately.

Xiaoxian's rhetorical question has already seen anger and resentment, if he continues to speak, he will really be annoyed.

It's also his fault that he was out of proportion and wanted to mention Lu Lan at this juncture.

Xiaoxian has always been ashamed of Lu Lan in his heart, not just "ashamed to be right", but more "ashamed", because all kinds of things that happened to this person broke through his heart again and again. Bottom line, he was deeply ashamed.

However, His Royal Highness Prince Jing felt that although he could do his best, it was difficult to guarantee that the same thing would never happen again.

Xiaoxian is too easy to empathize with the joys and sorrows of others. It is this that makes him more sensitive than ordinary people and sees farther ahead, but it is also destined to make him almost self-abuse.

Many times, Jiafei even couldn't help wishing that this person could be a little more vulgar and selfish, as long as he looked at him, looked at himself, and looked at the little warmth and enthusiasm that only belonged to each other, it was enough.

However, there is always another voice in my heart that is clear and clear.

The person he likes, pretends in his heart, sees in his eyes, there will always be a wider world, he can't force it, and he shouldn't force it.

If one day, Xiaoxian really no longer has his place in his heart, and can no longer turn to him, he probably... has no other way to go except to let go calmly.

Although he thinks he can't do it.

If the misfortune really comes to such a point, there must be a mess all over the place, even if no one is killed, both sides will suffer...

"It's really not good for me to play the coachman? Otherwise, I should pretend to be a Jinyiwei or something."

Jia Fei has been tangled up in his mind for many times, and he always has a slight smile on his face, taking the topic away lightly.

Zhen Xian could only slightly frown, looking at him helplessly, "The Holy Majesty didn't intend to arrest Hu Dutang, nor did he send Jin Yiwei south, Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for everyone."

"Then what should I pretend to be..." Jia Fei touched his chin with a smile.

His Highness was probably deliberately teasing him, otherwise he would have already said not to do unnecessary things, why would His Highness still say such things.

His Highness Prince Jing's mind has become more and more difficult to figure out recently, as if it is easy to understand, but it seems that it will never be possible to truly guess what he is thinking.

Zhen Xian suddenly misses the past, when each other's thoughts were still very simple, when they only focused on one thing, even if they couldn't see each other, they could immediately understand what the other party was thinking and what they were going to do.

It's like when they tacitly repelled Batu Mengke's Tatar cavalry outside the Northern Xinjiang Pass.

Why now that his people are back, they are by His Highness's side every day, facing each other day and night, even sharing the same bed, but their hearts always seem to be covered in a fog...

"Your Highness, Zhen Xian really has no strength to restrain a chicken. Apart from reading a few more idle books, he has no other talents—"

Zhen Xian suddenly felt aggrieved and couldn't help but sigh.

Jia Fei hurriedly coaxed him: "I didn't mean that—"

But Zhen Xian didn't listen at all, instead he frowned more and continued to speak:

"I can also do what I can for His Highness, and His Highness doesn't need to coax me carefully and protect me. Otherwise, what would Your Highness do with me?"

That's not necessarily the case, even if I lock you up right now, hide you, don't let anyone see you, avoid all storms and waves, there are many things I can do...

Subconsciously, Jiafei slandered silently.

But no matter how brave His Highness Prince Jing was, he would not dare to say such words in person, so he could only sigh softly in his heart and try his best to keep a straight face.

"If you want to do something for me, please promise me to cherish yourself first, and don't be so stupid as to carry the knife by yourself, no matter who you are. Otherwise, I will still have to pester you like this, and it's useless if you think I'm annoying."

Zhen Xian still retorted unconsciously, frowning, eyes full of worry.

"Of course I understand His Highness's intentions, but mine..."

Jiafei couldn't bear it any longer, and snorted: "You don't know much about my heart." He reached out to grab him into his arms again, and couldn't help but bow his head and gag first.