I know I was wrong

For five consecutive days of disaster relief, the weather seemed to be getting colder every day.It was the end of October in a blink of an eye, and the leaves on the outskirts of Beijing had already withered and turned yellow. After a gust of wind, only the lonely branches remained.

Yan Shirong rubbed his hands and breathed out, distributed the last tranche of money, and the last bit of porridge and rice, and the subordinates were busy with the matter of returning to Beijing.

This year's weather was very early, Yan Shirong couldn't help feeling sorry for these refugees, they had just endured the heavy rain, and they were about to endure another severe winter.

In my impression, in the winter when I was 12 years old, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital, which was rare in decades.Even Yan Shirong, who was raised in the deep palace, heard about this, and couldn't help but go to An Min Hall to ask his father Shi Mi to help them with porridge.

At that time, Yan Qing was also in the Anmin Hall, and he couldn't help but scoffed when he heard the words: "How can we be saved from starvation?"

The emperor looked at Yan Qing and asked, "In your opinion, what should we do if we are starving in the city?"

Yan Qingdao: "For a favor once, those people will not only not be grateful, they will expect a second time. Over time, if leisure and work become a habit, these refugees will cause chaos in the city, which is not advisable. If they are missing food for a day, they will be heartbroken." Keeping grudges, completely forgetting the kindness of the past."

Yan Shirong thought for a while, and said, "But we don't go to give rice and porridge to show their kindness."

"Although the emperor's kindness is not for the sake of the people, if the people really don't remember the kindness, the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are probably in jeopardy."

Yan Shirong was furious, but what Yan Qing said was reasonable, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

The emperor laughed out loud when he heard the words, pinched Yan Shirong's little face, and just explained that he would open a warehouse for relief, but those able-bodied people needed to help the farmers near Gyeonggi to work in the fields in the spring of the next year.

That year, the emperor personally brought Yan Qing and Yan Shirong to rescue the disaster.

Indeed, as far as Yan Shirong is concerned, the emperor is a good father, and as far as his subjects are concerned, the emperor is also a good emperor.

But he failed the Xue family.

For his son's imperial career, and also for the Yan family's imperial career.

Yan Shirong thought about the past, and couldn't help feeling a dull pain in his heart, a big warm hand grabbed his cold fingertips.Xue Cuo did not know where to get a piece of white fox fur and wrapped it around Yan Shirong's neck. The fur was soft and warm, and it blocked the cold wind.Yan Shirong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Thank you."

Xue Cuo wrapped Yan Shirong's white fox scarf tightly around his neck, and said to him, "Ayu, you never need to thank me."

Yan Shirong's throat choked, "I'm sorry. My father... and the Xue family's affairs."

Xue Cuo was startled, unexpectedly Yan Shirong knew about it.

He gently took Yan Shirong's hand, rubbing his fingertips lightly, "This has nothing to do with you. I never blamed you for anything about the Xue family."

Yan Shirong looked at Xue Cuo, with Jiang Bo's eyebrows rolling.

Xue Cuo said softly: "So don't blame yourself. You, you, just walk towards the bright and open place, don't look back, and don't make things difficult for yourself."

Yan Shirong lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

The two sat side by side on the boulder, and the subordinates were counting their luggage not far away, the voices were noisy, but at this moment their hearts were quiet.

After a while, Yan Shirong asked him: "What have you been up to lately?"

In fact, he didn't know what Xue Cuo was busy with recently. Although he destroyed the medicine in front of Xue Cuo that day, Xue Cuo still insisted on going his own way and proposed to cut down the feudal clan.

As soon as this statement was made, the government and the public stirred up a thousand waves, and the activities of the vassal kings were frequent, and I was afraid that something would go wrong.

What Xue Cuo wanted to do was never to bump into the south wall or look back, but Yan Shirong was afraid that the south wall was too high and too hard, and he didn't have much time left to protect Xue Cuo.

Yan Shirong looked up at Xue Cuo: "I have something to say to you."

Xue Cuo also looked at Yan Shirong.

"Before my father passed away, he left me a gold medal to avoid death and a secret decree. In fact, everyone didn't know that he also left me a jade talisman with tiger patterns, which can be used to mobilize the local army of Kyushu." Yan Shirong's clear eyes narrowed into a smile However, like a beam of light illuminating a dark and deep path, he said: "I will give you all these when I return to Beijing."

Xue Cuo's eyes were gloomy, he faintly sensed something, knew what he meant, but deliberately turned to another place and asked, "Give it all to me?"

"Give you all."

"You give it to me too?"

Yan Shirong's wet eyes looked at Xue Cuo, Xue Cuo's eyes became darker, and he clasped his index finger together. Before he could speak, Xue Cuo took a step forward and said, "I don't want anything but you."

He approached him with all sincerity, and what he wanted was his heart, a person.

He doesn't want the gold medal for avoiding death, the jade talisman with tiger pattern, or thousands of troops, he only wants Yan Shirong.

After all these years, he only wanted Yan Shirong.

Yan Shirong looked at the gray sky wearily, a line of clear water streaked across the corner of his eyes, he seemed to be crying.

The servants came to report that it was time to leave, Yan Shirong brushed the corners of his eyes lightly with cold fingers, and then got into the carriage back to Beijing with Xue Cuo.

In the car, the two people intertwined their fingers, but each had their own thoughts.

One of them was thinking about how to cut down the feudal clan, so as to save Yan Shirong's life at Yan Qing's place.One person was thinking about how to help him destroy the feudal clan, so that Xue Cuo could be protected by the feudal king's subordinates.

Everyone has their own thoughts, but they are all about each other.

The carriages and horses passed by several undulating hillsides. This section of the road was full of gravel, and it was not easy to walk. The horse seemed to have stepped on something sharp, and jumped its hooves in shock. The driver hurriedly went down to check.

But it disappeared without a trace. Just as Xue Cuo wanted to go down to check, a feathered arrow slammed into the horse's buttocks, and the horse jumped wildly in fright, and rushed forward as if desperate.

Xue Cuo pulled the curtain and looked back, the guards behind him stopped and immediately let them rush towards the cliff as if premeditated.

Only then did Yan Shirong realize that all this was a bureaucracy.

Yan Qing wants to get rid of him and Xue Cuo.

I thought that for the past five years, I had carefully disguised myself as an idle prince who wandered around the world, but in the end, Yan Qing still couldn't tolerate him.

Because the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers have to die.

The horse was frightened and ran fast, gusts of cold wind blew from the window, as cold as bones, and two rows of trees flashed past the window.Xue Cuo slashed open the car door with a knife in one hand, and pulled Yan Shirong tightly with the other. With just one look, Yan Shirong knew what he was going to do and what he was afraid of.

Yan Shirong also held Xue Cuo's hand, "Jump!"

Xue Cuo frowned, jumped out of the car with Yan Shirong in his arms, and rolled a few times, protecting him tightly from the beginning to the end, and finally stopped in front of a big rock.

The horse galloped all the way, and finally neighed and fell down the hill.

Xue Cuo looked at Yan Shirong nervously: "Are you okay?"

Yan Shirong shook his head, seeing the scratches on Xue Cuo's arms and back, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing that he was fine, Xue Cuo felt relieved, just as he picked up the sword, he saw a dozen black-clothed assassins jumping up from behind the surrounding boulders, slashing at him with their swords drawn.Xue Cuo evaded Yan Shirong in his arms, blocked the attack of the two with a wave of his sword, and kicked back, and someone fell to the ground in response.

These dozen or so people were all fierce and powerful, Xue Cuo might not have taken them seriously, but now there is a young prince with gold and jade by his side.

He was afraid that the sword would hurt Yan Shirong, so he just defended but not attacked, broke through a corner of the gap, and hurriedly ran away with Yan Shirong.

The men in black chased after him with their knives, Yan Shirong turned his head and saw that the comer was slashing at Xue Cuo with a cold light and poison.Xue Cuo thrust his sword back into his chest, and covered Yan Shirong's eyes with his remaining hand, "Don't be afraid."

Hearing Xue Cuo's voice, Yan Shirong felt much more at ease, and blood spattered all over the place.

Xue Cuo frowned, and when he drew his sword, he threw the man heavily in front of the other men in black. The man let out a heavy cry, bleeding profusely.

There are hillsides all around, bare and without any shade, Xue Cuo had no choice but to stop Yan Shirong's shoulders, stand behind him, and lead him to run wildly.

The people in black were also chasing after him, and they used their lightness kung fu to catch up. Xue Cuo knew that he would have to fight, so he blocked the way of the people in black, and with a frown, he urged Yan Shirong to run first. .

Xue Cuo swung his sword to fight, distracted Yan Shirong and said, "Run!"

"Xue Cuo!"

"run!"

Yan Shirong was out of breath and didn't stop walking, knowing that he was a burden, he didn't dare to distract Xue Cuo, so he gritted his teeth and ran forward with big strides.

However, after Xue Cuo pushed Yan Shirong away, his moves became much more ruthless, sparing no effort with each palm and blade.Someone wanted to catch up with Yan Shirong from the side, Xue Cuo glanced coldly, dodged to block the man in black, kicked him away with a flying kick, two steps in succession, the long sword pierced the man's chest precisely.

The lotus sword was stained with blood at this time to reveal the clear lines of the blood-stained red lotus on the blade, and Xue Cuo's black robe fluttered against the cold wind, looking ruthless like a ghost.

The people in black glanced at each other and went into battle together, with swords and swords, and the cold wind eroded the bones.

……

Yan Shirong just ran forward, his legs lost all strength, so he fell to the ground in embarrassment, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

There was a burst of dizziness, and a familiar feeling spread all over his limbs. He prayed to God not to let himself get poisoned at this time.

He struggled to hold on to the tree trunk, supported his body and stood up, and bit his wrist hard, in order to wake up for a moment, and bloody scars appeared on Yubai's wrist immediately.

I don't know how long they ran, suddenly the figure moved, Yan Shirong turned his head abruptly, and fell into a bloody embrace.

No matter how strong the bloody smell was, he could still smell the faint plum fragrance.

It's Xue Cuo.

Xue Cuo hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "Ayu, don't be afraid, I'm here."

He said Ah Yu should not be afraid, but he himself was terribly afraid.He didn't shake his hands when he jumped off the car just now, and he didn't shake his hands when he was defending against the enemy just now, but right now, he is holding Yan Shirong, but his hands are shaking violently.

He was really afraid, if he danced too late, Yan Shirong would have been smashed to pieces.If they had lost to the man in black just now, the bodies of the two of them would be in different places now.

Xue Cuo hugged Yan Shirong tightly, as if he wanted to embed him in his body.

Yan Shirong comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid of Cangyu, I'm fine."

He secretly squeezed the wound on his wrist, and the freshly clotted wrist immediately leaked blood again.

No, at least not right now.

He can't be poisoned in front of Xue Cuo.

Yan Shirong was sweating coldly, and the tingling pain ran through the veins all over his body. He bit his lip to bear it, and swallowed a piece of fishy sweetness in his mouth.

He heard Xue Cuo let out a long sigh of relief, "Fortunately, you are fine."

Yan Shirong saw that there were two scars on his back from his right shoulder to his back. When he left his arms, he also found a sword wound on his arm.Because Xue Cuo was wearing Xuanyi, these scars were not so shocking.

Seeing that Yan Shirong was nervous, Xue Cuo said lightly, "I don't feel pain."

Yan Shirong felt sore in his heart, his eyes were clouded, and he blamed himself: "I'm really useless... If I learned some moves from you when I was young, then even if I don't have the skills to help you kill people today, I can still kill you by myself." Paul, rather than blindly fleeing forward."

Xue Cuo shook his head, but smiled: "With me here, you will never have to be stained with blood." After a pause, as if thinking of something, he smiled even stronger: "What's more, when you were a child, you dared to be in the Imperial College. Writing obscene words and pornographic songs is really brilliant."

The lewd words are stunning, and the pornographic songs are absolutely amazing.Yan Shirong's face burned up: "Where are we going now?"

Going back to the capital is tantamount to throwing oneself into a trap. Unexpectedly, the two of them are homeless in the vast world.

"If we can escape this time, will the little prince consider marrying me?"

Before Yan Shirong could respond, he heard a familiar shout: "Master Commander!"

Xue Cuo looked back, and found that Xu Yan was drawing a bow and nodding an arrow not far away.

Suddenly a feathered arrow pierced the wind and flew towards Yan Shirong, before Xue Cuo had time to react, his body blocked it with a quick step.

With a sound of "chi", the feathered arrow pierced Xue Cuo's chest.

And the shaft of the arrow is engraved with a twelve-petal lotus.

[When you enter the Red Lotus Division, no one can be trusted.Remember? 】

Four years ago, Xue Cuo led Xu Yan into the Red Lotus Division, and that was the first sentence he said.

Xu Yan did it, but Xue Cuo didn't.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the hardcore Lei, and thanks to the little girl for the fat house water!

Every day on the verge of being beaten, I decided that the next book must be written sweetly, and then I will be spoiled by the little angels!