Pick all the cold branches

There is an ever-burning lamp in Qingning Palace that is never allowed to be extinguished.

His Royal Highness King Zhao would go to this long-burning lamp every morning and evening to kneel and meditate for an hour.

People in the palace said that this ever-burning lamp was His Royal Highness Zhao's wish to keep his mother's filial piety.

But only Jiashou knew in his heart that this lamp was his thought, the only tangible hope he could see.

The sudden death of my mother seemed like yesterday.

For three years, he was trapped in this East Palace in the name of "keeping filial piety", and he failed to take a step forward.

No one treated him badly, the maids and internal officials waited on him carefully, whether he was roaring or rolling on the ground, they all surrounded him and coaxed him with expressions of fear and worry.

They could help him with anything, the only thing they couldn't do was let him out.

From the collapse and struggle in the first year, to the depression and despair in the second year, and now...he seems to be used to the fact that he can't walk out of Qingning Palace.

The flickering light of the ever-burning lamp could give him a brief moment of peace, as if, as long as the lamp was on, all hope was not completely dead.

When staring at the lights every day, he would carefully think back over and over again, recalling every step of his previous life, which was young and naive, even stupid and ridiculous.

He would still think about his second brother, how he would feel when he was imprisoned in the Yonghe Palace by his father, and whether he would be as lonely and helpless as him, or far braver and stronger than him.

But he felt that it was impossible for him to know in this life.There is a ten-year age difference between him and the second brother. In the eyes of the second brother, he will always be just a ridiculous child, and it is absolutely impossible to talk to him about these things.

More often, he would think of the girl he loves.Where is the little princess who looks like a white deer in the prairie now?Is it good or not?Is it possible for him to see her again?

Suge Bala is the warmth and softness in his heart, like a tiny sun, always shining on him who is curled up under the prince's shell.

As long as he thinks about Suge Baba, he still remembers how she took care of him and protected him when he was captured by the Tatars, and how he gritted his teeth and survived even though he cried every day.

Today, at least being in the palace, well-clothed and well-fed, is it worse than being trapped in the sheepfold of foreign enemies?

He once pictured all kinds of reunion scenes in his mind, warm, bleak, warm and joyful, terrible and bleak... He just never thought that Su Gebala would come out of his sleep quietly , covering his mouth.

But she was actually right in front of her eyes, wearing a blue gown and skirt of a little palace maid, her eyes were bright, but her expression was very nervous.

"Don't ask anything, just follow me right now."

She pressed her palm firmly against his lips, as if afraid that he would yell out of surprise at any moment.And her voice was right next to her ears, as soft as a cloud brushing her cheeks and temples.

Jiashou opened his eyes wide, as if he saw some unbelievable miracle, and also as if he saw the first light that pierced through Qian Ye.

But instead, he stretched out his hand and grabbed her tightly, as if he didn't hear her words at all.

The veil beside the bed was blown up by the wind, and the figure of the dozing little servant not far away flashed past before disappearing at the other end of the veil.

Brother Su was very anxious.

She came back this time just for Jiashou.

King Jing Jiafei was about to return to Beijing, Brother Zhen specially sent a letter to her in Beijiang, asking her to sneak back to the capital in advance and try to rescue His Highness the Seventh Highness from Chen Shiqin's control.

In addition to not wanting to be wary, the more important point is that Prince Jing Jiafei already has an edict in hand. At the last critical moment, Jiashou cannot be forced to stand on the opposite side of His Highness Prince Jing, otherwise this will be an unsolvable deadlock— —Of course it was Jiashou's dead end, not His Highness Prince Jing's.

Brother Zhen is worried about Jiashou's safety and does not want him to be a victim in this competition, so he invites her to do this risky thing.

Suge Bala felt a little sad.

When things came to this point, the emperor finally made a choice. No matter what the reason was, he still chose King Jing Jiafei.

In contrast, he gave up Jiashou.

A father decides to give up one of his sons in order to fulfill another son, even if the abandoned one may become a stepping stone that cannot protect itself, and will be crushed to pieces in an instant... What kind of thing is this? Such a choice, and what kind of mood this father made this choice, Su Gebala found it unimaginable, and did not really want to understand.

At this moment, she just wants to rescue Jiashou and take him to a safe place, even if she never comes back in this life.

In the past three years, she has returned to the outside of the customs she is familiar with, and she can even see the prairie she misses day and night from a distance every day, but the heart that belongs to the prairie can't jump for joy at all, and she has never been in the sea of ​​grass under the scorching sun. The joy of running.

She found that she missed the person she left in Beijing before she had time to say goodbye.

Although she is not quite sure what this feeling is.Because it was so different, completely different from the girlish feelings she had vaguely perceived, no longing, no yearning, no romantic throbbing of flowers, and no careful chasing... All she really knew was that she lived every day. They are all worried about a simple fool who loves to cry, and pray to Tengger that he is safe.

But she worked so hard to find him, but he just stared at her blankly and grabbed her, as if he couldn't understand her words.

"Qilang, if you stay here any longer, you will be in danger."

Brother Su couldn't help frowning and urged.

Perhaps it was the anxiety that could not be concealed in that voice that woke up the dreamer.

Jiashou's eyes flickered, as if awakened from a long dream.

But he only stared at Brother Su for a while, there seemed to be water flowing in his eyes, but he slowly lowered his hand.

"I...can't leave Qingning Palace."