I know I was wrong

The vast hall was as magnificent as usual, and Yan Shirong's wheelchair stopped in front of the hall.

Holding the things in his hands tightly, he squinted at the tall and majestic pillars, but he was not in a hurry to go in.

Cheng Gui also stopped, looked at the splendid and magnificent palace together with him, and couldn't help shivering.

The voice inside clearly spread outside the hall, it was Yan Qing——

"Come in."

Chenggui had no choice but to push him, and the wheels gently rolled over the white jade pavement, leaving behind two lines of filth attached to the wheels due to the melting snow.

Yan Qing didn't care about it, he seemed to be in a good mood today, handed Yan Shirong a cup of hot tea, and said to the surroundings: "Back off."

The palace people came out in a file, but Chenggui seemed worried, he dawdled his feet while looking up.Yan Qing glanced at him with gloomy eyes, Cheng Gui quickly lowered his head and backed out.

Yan Shirong lifted the lid, the tea was fragrant, and after a little blowing, the white air dispersed, revealing a green tea color, and he took a sip slightly, the hot fragrance dripped into his stomach from between his teeth.

He said lightly: "Brother Huang's tea is indeed very good."

The snow on Yan Qing's brows seemed to have parted, he pushed the tea cover in his hand, and took a sip: "Have you seen him?"

Yan Shirong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, he paused his hands, recalling Xue Cuo's appearance in Wusheng Prison, his heart seemed to be split by the thorn tail.

There was a clear and small sound when the cups collided, causing Yan Qing to frown.

"Don't act like that, I don't like to watch it." His eyes were deep, and his tone contained anger: "For the sake of a dog, you put on such a useless look. If you want to survive, you are ashamed to be a descendant of the Yan family."

Yan Shirong stared at Yan Qing in a daze, turned the wheel and took two steps forward, moved in front of him, looked up at him, and corrected him seriously: "Xue Cuo is not a dog."

Yan Qing snorted coldly: "Are you pleading for him again?"

"No. Brother Chen just thought of something from his childhood."

When it comes to childhood, Yan Qing felt a little relieved and his eyes softened a lot, only thinking that Yan Shirong was speaking soft words.He said: "You, back then, it was really worrying. Relying on the love of your father, queen and queen, you did evil in the palace, and everyone felt a headache when they looked at you."

"Does the emperor also have a headache?"

"Headache. I wish you could roll far away."

Even so, everyone in the palace said that the prince hurt the sixth prince very much.

Yan Shirong smiled, and his pale lips parted.

At that time, he was really a little rogue, relying on his handsome face and a little bit of cleverness to swagger in the palace.It's okay to obey him, but if you don't obey him, he will circle around you and grind you like a little follower, and you have to surrender.

As a rule, Yan Qing would not allow him to have lunch, and no one begged for it.He cried and fussed to no avail, so he moved a small bench and shouted in the East Palace, "Prince Brother Liu'er is hungry!"

"..."

"Liu'er is hungry! Hungry!"

"..."

"I want small bean cakes! Lotus leaf chicken! Pearl balls!..."

"..."

"Liu'er's mouth is dry! I want to drink fruit tea!"

"..."

Yan Qing didn't speak, no one dared to prepare food for Yan Shirong, no one dared to ask Yan Shirong to make room for him, Yan Shirong gave him the name of his favorite imperial meal, he seemed very embarrassed.

No one could bear to refuse Yan Shirong, who was pouting and crying, one by one stretched out his head to look around in the inner room, and quietly opened the doors and windows, so that the noise of the six princes outside could be clearly heard from inside.

Yan Qing seemed to be in a good mood, so he summoned Pingwang and ordered: "In half an hour, when he is too hungry to shout, ask the small kitchen to bring him some snacks, sweet ones."

Ping Wang said: "Young Master Xue is here."

"Xue Cuo?"

"Young Master Xue has taken the sixth prince to have lunch."

Yan Qing put down his pen and replied: "Got it."

Picking up a pen to write down two words, no matter how dissatisfied he was, Yan Qing crumpled the paper and threw it out, and the person also went outside.But happened to see Yan Shirong eating candied haws, smiling and saying to Xue Cuo, "Brother Cangyu is the best."

Xue Cuo didn't know what to say to him, his eyes sparkled, and he nodded his head like garlic: "I want to eat! I want to eat!"

Yan Qing watched the two leave the East Palace, but chuckled lightly, picked up the ball of paper on the ground, and spread it out on the table.

The crumpled paper was just like his state of mind at that time.

It seems that Yan Shirong stopped calling him "Brother Prince" and "Brother Prince" shortly. After being poisoned by the Sumeru flower, the two became more and more separated.

Yan Shirong covered her lips with a handkerchief, coughed and smiled: "Speaking of which, I was so naive and ignorant of sorrow at that time."

Yan Qing glanced at him calmly, then pushed him to the stove, "Is it sad after all?"

The last word fell very lightly, as ethereal as a wisp of tea smoke that was about to evaporate in Yan Shirong's hand.Rather than saying that Yan Qing was asking him, it might as well be a sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"I got to know you later," Yan Shirong nodded, looked at Yan Qing, and said lightly, "When you were ten years old, you sent someone to push my younger brother into the Sumeru flowers, and my younger brother knew the feeling of melancholy in a daze of surprise."

Yan Qing stood aside, grasping the rim of the cup with one hand, clenched into a fist with the other, his knuckles were bluish white, but he stood motionless all the time.

Everyone said that the third prince was ruthless and murdered his siblings, but Yan Shirong was clear in his heart, and he was just killing people with a knife.

The third prince touched the treasure that Yan Qing shouldn't touch, and he should pay the price.

It's just that the price was very tragic, and the innocent Yan Shirong was dragged in, and he was poisoned by the Sumeru flower.

Their father and emperor could only be extremely nervous when it involved Yan Shirong, and would severely punish the third prince.

In one fell swoop, Yan Shirong's sickly body was unable to sit even if he wanted to compete with him.

Yan Shirong smiled wryly: "It's just that I have never thought about this dragon chair before, why does the emperor never give me half of my trust?"

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Yan Qing swallowed, with anger still on his brows and eyes: "Do you know that I have been waiting for you? It was I who deliberately sent someone to lead you into the Sumeru Flower Terrace, and then ruthlessly dragged you away." Push it down. It is also because I am still worried after you moved out of the palace, and forbid you to return to the fiefdom, and even use the rejuvenation doctor to restrain you." Yan Qing's hand holding the rim of the cup trembled slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Zhen, it is I don't believe you."

Yan Shirong looked at Yan Qing, and said in a low voice: "Brother Huang..."

Unexpectedly, Yan Qing was even more furious when he heard these two words, only to hear him grit his teeth and say angrily: "Obviously your elder brother is right in front of you, but you still keep calling a dog brother every day!" He tried his best to hold back his anger, Wanting to push Yan Shirong's wheelchair: "You go back home now, I can pretend nothing happened."

Yan Shirong smiled, his dark eyes were shining with stars: "Your brother can't go back..."

Yan Qing's hand stopped, and he heard Ping Wang mournfully report outside the hall: "Your Majesty! The general of the patrol battalion came to report just now, saying that Shunhua Street was flooded, and the entire Prince's Mansion was burned!"

Yan Qing's chest was swollen, and the anger in his eyes seemed uncontrollable.

Yan Shirong smiled softly, "My brother, I can't go back anymore."

Yan Qing couldn't bear it anymore, and threw the teacup in his hand towards the door of the palace. The teacup hit the white jade floor with a crisp sound, and immediately burst into pieces.

Yan Qing roared furiously: "Yan Shirong!"

Yan Shirong propped up his hands, got up from the wheelchair, fell to the ground, prostrated himself on the ground, and maintained a posture of bowing: "I beg the emperor to spare Xue Cuo's life."

"The genius doctor of rejuvenation is dead, and I know that my life is short." Yan Shirong couldn't help but spat out a mouthful of blood, and forced to open the red brocade package at hand, and took out the exquisite tiger-patterned jade charm the size of a thumb: "This tiger charm It is the last barrier left by the father to the ministers and younger brothers, and it can mobilize the local army of Kyushu. The younger brothers are willing to dedicate it to the emperor and help the emperor to cut down the vassals."

Yan Qing didn't pick it up, and only heard Yan Shirong take out a gold medal from the side and said: "This gold medal for avoiding death is also what my father feared that my younger brother would offend Sheng Yanliu's younger brother one day. My younger brother wants to use this gold medal to protect Xue from death. "

Yan Qing was so angry that he snatched the gold medal with his hands, threw it away heavily, stared at it, and shouted loudly: "Yan! Shi! Rong!"

He staggered back a few steps, with a deep premonition that the person in front of him would not be able to keep him anymore, but he still asked without giving up: "Then what about you?"

wrong wrong...

Seems like it was wrong from the start.

A trace of panic suddenly appeared in Yan Qing's heart, the feeling was exactly the same as ten years ago.

At that time, he was not yet an emperor, so he couldn't control some things, so he had to let them go down.

But now, he is the emperor, why can't he still control it?

Yan Qing clenched his hands into fists and pounded hard on the desk, his tone was faintly terrified, but he suppressed it calmly: "So, what about you?"

"The prince's mansion was flooded, and my minister unfortunately passed away on a snowy night on the sixth day of November."

Yan Qing's face turned blue from Yan Shirong's anger, and he was speechless for a long time.

He let out a deep breath, and lowered his voice: "Just one sentence, you tell me that you don't like Xue Cuo, and you are willing to make a clean break with Xue Cuo, and I will pretend that you have never been here today." He supported Yan Shirong, with a smile on his face Smiling, trying to keep the tone gentle, "I will build you a newer, bigger and better house after the prince's mansion is burned down. I will find the best cooks in the world for you, and the one who plays the piano and sings in the teaching workshop As long as you like it, I will give it to you..." Yan Qing gently coaxed him: "I will give it to you... I am your elder brother, and I will never make you wronged."

He looked at Yan Shirong, the emperor who had always been rebellious and cold, and his tone even contained a hint of flattering pleading: "As long as you agree to separate from Xue Cuo, I will give you the antidote. Any illness or suffering will be far away from you..."

Yan Shirong stood on the ground, and slowly straightened up under Yan Qing's gaze: "I'm not afraid of death, I want to marry him. I'm not afraid of his death either, because I will be widowed for him——no, because I will accompany him die."

Yan Qing's expression cracked instantly, and he couldn't hold back the calmness he tried to maintain.He stood up abruptly and turned his back, never wanting to see such a desolate, embarrassed but desperate Yan Shirong.

However, his tone was still full of hope, as empty as the foam on the sea, "Do you know your mistake——as long as you say you know your mistake, then I will never embarrass you again."

"My king..." Yan Shirong swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, no matter how weak his body was, he tried his best to stand upright, his torch-like eyes pierced through Yan Qinghan's back.

"What's wrong with this king?"

Yan Qing was so angry that he didn't want to turn back for a long time.

"So," he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, "then all of you are going to die!!!"

The author has something to say: Thank you little girl for the fat house water!

The ending chapter will be presented tomorrow, don’t worry it’s HE’s.

Then the side stories will be released one after another, talking about what happened later.