The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 214
Zhen Qingping hugged Lan Yan tightly, the grief he had been holding back all this time finally burst out in one breath, he sobbed and nodded, tears poured down like rain, and he couldn't stop it.

Lan Yan also knew that he was overwhelmed, so he stretched out his hand and patted his back lightly, and persuaded in a low voice: "Okay, just think it over clearly, and I won't persuade you anymore, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry out, man Tears are not flicked lightly, just because they have not reached the sad place."

"When you are sad, cry hard, wipe away your tears, and pass."

Most people in the world are the same. When there is no one to comfort you, you can silently digest your sadness and pain, but once someone comes over to give you a hug, or a simple question, you can easily defeat him. The line of defense, and then crumbled.

Looking back at this time, you will find that those negative emotions never disappeared, but were just buried.

At this time, when the line of defense was breached, the mountains roared and the tsunami counterattacked.

Zhen Qingping thought he was strong, but in front of his closest teachers and elders who were like a father, he was just a child who needed support.

"Teacher... I really, really miss him..."

Zhen Qingping said intermittently what he had never dared to say, Lan Yan's nose was sore, and he hugged him tighter: "Teacher knows, teacher knows, that day in Mingguang Palace, teacher heard it clearly, he misses you too Ah Qingping, he sees you like this, he doesn't know how distressed he is."

Hearing this sentence, the corners of Zhen Qingping's mouth twitched, but he couldn't laugh in the end, he held his sleeves forbearance, and swallowed back his crying.

It's shameful enough to cry like this, and if he cries out loud, he will be ashamed to see others.

Lan Yan gently and patiently comforted him, the two of them didn't speak any more, they just hugged each other silently for a while, Zhen Qingping finally stopped crying.

"Teacher, thank you."

Thank you for understanding me, not despising me, not blaming me, and willing to respect my choice.

Zhen Qingping didn't say what he said later, but Lan Yan only needed to look at his eyes to understand.

The tacit understanding between master and apprentice for many years is that everything is silent.

Lan Yan patted him on the shoulder: "There are too few people walking on this road, and it must be full of thorns at the beginning, but as long as you can bear the pain yourself, what position do others have to point out your bravery? ?The teacher doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with this. There have been many examples like this throughout the ages, but it’s just that the people who like it are different from what most people like. What’s the fuss?”

Zhen Qingping felt much better, turned his head and coughed twice.

Seeing this, Lan Yan hurriedly pushed him to the bed: "You haven't recovered from the cold, go back and lie down."

Zhen Qingping nodded, went back to the bed and covered her with the quilt, and Lan Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Speaking of which, your nephew was kind enough to get it here for you, and even sent someone to pass a message to me, otherwise I really don't want to step on it." Enter the gate of Duke Dingguo's mansion."

Zhen Qingping covered his mouth and coughed for a while, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he recovered his breath: "Ah Yu is a very good boy, the teacher will know if he has more contact with him, he is also very bitter."

Lan Yan shook his head and said nothing.

After all, he was afraid of Xiao Yu in his heart. He took power at a young age, and the depth of the city was unusual. Although he met a few times, it seemed pretty good, but in the end, he didn't know the root cause, so it was hard to make a conclusion.

However, there is a saying: "Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will arrive."

As soon as Zhen Qingping finished speaking, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Lan Yan and Zhen Qingping were startled, didn't they tell the maids not to serve them?Who is knocking on the door at this time?
Just when they were full of doubts, Xiao Yu outside the door said: "Little uncle, it's me."

"Ayu?"

Zhen Qingping was a little surprised, and then he looked at Lan Yan: "Teacher, do you want to see him? Or leave now?"

Lan Yan thought for a while: "Since we met, let's meet, otherwise it seems like I'm avoiding him."

Zhen Qingping nodded, and raised his voice: "Ayu, come in."

Xiao Yu got permission, and then pushed the door open, followed by Han Yi, who closed the door behind him.

Xiao Yu pretended to see Lan Yan just now, and cupped his hands at him in surprise: "Dean Lan is here too? Did I bother you?"

Zhen Qingping smiled: "No, the teacher and I just chatted. The teacher received your news and knew that I was sick and worried, so he came over to take a look."

Xiao Yu nodded: "Let the dean worry about it."

"What's the matter, who doesn't feel sorry for my own students? It's the prince who is busy going around every day and wants to take time to see Qingping. He really cares."

Xiao Yu chuckled lightly: "I'm ashamed to say, I didn't come to visit my uncle this time, but to ask my uncle for help. I didn't expect the dean to be there, so it's convenient for me."

"Oh?"

Lan Yan and Zhen Qingping looked at each other because they didn't understand, "You mean the old man can help too?"

Xiao Yu stretched out his hand to Han Yi, and Han Yi took out the mysterious token and handed it to her. Xiao Yu took it and handed it to Lan Yan: "Please help me, Dean, what is the word engraved on the back of this thing? I'm not very knowledgeable. I really don't recognize it."

"Look, old man."

Lan Yan took it and turned it over for a look, then raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Hiss—this is——Qingping, take a look."

He changed hands and gave the token to Zhen Qingping. Zhen Qingping was surprised when he took it: "It's quite heavy."

He turned over and looked, and was also surprised: "Is this the early text of the previous dynasty?"

Xiao Yu's eyes trembled slightly, "Qianchao? Are you talking about Daliang?"

Zhen Qingping looked at Lan Yan, "What does the teacher think?"

"The old man's opinion is the same as yours. This is Daliang's early writing. Because it was too obscure and complicated, it was improved later. However, this writing method has been handed down and is commonly used among the Daliang royal family. The royal family regards this writing as blood and blood. Cultural inheritance is a must-learn lesson for the royal family."

Lan Yan touched his beard as he spoke, and Zhen Qingping added: "After the Great Liang was destroyed, the Library Pavilion was burned, and many precious classics were completely lost in the sea of ​​fire, and very few were left in other places. Only a few copies were found, and they are hidden in the Library Pavilion of Datong Academy."

Xiao Yu frowned: "Then, do the little uncle and the dean know this word?"

"Yes, I happen to have learned a little girder script."

"You are still so humble, you have learned a little bit, you have clearly read all those classics."

Lan Yan smiled and nodded at him, Zhen Qingping had no choice but to turn his head to look at Xiao Yu: "This is the word 'pity', pity pity."

Xiao Yu was startled when he heard the words, and then thought to himself: It really is this word.

Although she couldn't read the girder characters, she could still see the peony flowers on the front. The one who could make the peonies so evil was probably only the Lianhua Palace where the dragon never saw the end.

　Lianhuagong: Didn't expect that?Haha, I'm back!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)