Qingchuan History

Chapter 28
He was only six years old at that time, and he didn't understand why his mother would say such a thing.He hasn't thought about it, or he doesn't dare to think about it.But no matter how he thought about it, after 14 years, those words had already been subconsciously digested thousands of times by him.

Like everyone else, the queen mother was also worried that one day he would stand opposite the third brother for that seat.

But he was only six years old then.

The cruel logic of the royal family, even a six-year-old child must be on guard.

He couldn't blame his mother for not leveling the bowl of water.Perhaps the queen mother is not partial to the third brother, but just considers both of them at the same time.The third brother is already a prince, and he is good enough, and he is the most in line with the ancestors' rules.No matter how talented I am, there is no need to create more variables, cause troubles, and hurt the family harmony and brotherhood.

These are all true.

But what kind of temperament and what kind of person are you, the queen mother doesn't know?Why did you say such things at that time?

And Wan Ling.After nearly 20 years of friendship, because of a rumor with insufficient evidence, he was suspected so far.

After all, in their view, it is possible for him to yearn for the throne so that his brothers turned against each other.

If the empress saw that it was he who was sitting on this chair, that he was the one receiving congratulations from the people on Tianchang Festival, and that he was the one standing on the Mingguang Terrace overlooking the entire Daqi Kingdom,

Will she be happy?

Or would he, like Wan Ling, suspect that Third Brother's death had something to do with him?

What about the father?What was his mood when he passed the throne seven years ago, did he ever doubt himself?
In this vast world, perhaps no one believed it at all. He never had a desire for that position, not even for a moment.

But the one standing here now is still him.

What an irony.

so what.

He neither rejects nor desires this throne.The third brother died in battle, and he was ordered to ascend to the Great Treasure when he was in danger. He thought it was a responsibility, a mission, and a kind of inheritance.So he sat on it without hesitation, and went all out from the first day, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

He was 14 years old that year.

A 14-year-old boy had to quickly adapt to a world of kings who never had peace.He was engrossed in watching the turmoil in the entire Qingchuan, from the interior of Qi State to the Three Kingdoms of South, West, North, and South.Calculating, guarding against, playing games, checking and balancing, he has no time to talk to himself, or even look in the mirror to see what he looks like in each period.So many things are coming, day after day.And he went from 14 years old to 20 years old like this.Suddenly.

Not without joy.For a young man who is born with great talents, being able to use all his talents to govern the country and the world, the joy and sense of accomplishment is unparalleled.

But more often, it is like sitting on pins and needles, like walking on thin ice, like facing an abyss.

Sometimes he felt that those things had nothing to do with him.

But everyone looked at him.And he has the ability to fulfill their expectations.

Father's expectation, the last entrustment.

The fate left to him by the third brother.

As the royal family of the Gu family, it is an unshirkable responsibility.

There is no escape from his extraordinary talent.

These he readily accepted.So he went all out.

But one day, people began to suspect that all of this was deliberately planned by him.They even believed that he killed his own brother for it.

Even his closest relatives think so.Late Ling.

His brothers, where are the princes?They don't know what to say, but no one knows what they think.Because even the queen mother, even the queen mother, had warned him when she was alive.He was only six years old then.

The world does not judge things by persons.They speak from so-called experience.

Even if he is a son, a brother, or a childhood sweetheart.

And now it is still him, standing on the top of all the people.This is his life.

That being the case, is there any point in entangled intentional or unintentional, doubt or belief?

Pointless.

Everyone speaks gold.

Xeon is not to be feared.

He needs no explanation.

There was a lot of people around, but he didn't notice it, as if he had sunk into the deep sea, and he was only accompanied by the falling stars.

Until a clear voice sounded in my ears, it was Ruan Xueyin who was nearby:

"There are many winds and rains in the world. Standing on the top of ten thousand people and no one, it is 360 days a year, and the wind, knife, frost and sword are fierce. I only hope that no matter what the situation is in the future, the king can remember the peace and brightness of tonight." , I believe that when the sun rises and the moon sets, I will do my best and have peace of mind.”

Like a stone falling silently into the middle of the lake.Because it was too light, no sound could be heard, but ripples had already appeared on the surface of the lake, which lasted for a long time.

A strange feeling rose in his heart, never before, very strange.He turned his head to look at her again, and saw that although she was talking to him, her eyes were always looking at the stars falling like rain in the night sky. .

It is indeed a soliloquy.

At the banquet just now, everyone had said their congratulations when they presented their gifts, so she must have said something too.She didn't know how to speak those words, and she also felt vulgar, so she was embarrassed for a long time on the way here.Until the starry sky fell, she looked at the silent night, and suddenly remembered that she left Yin Palace and entered Pengxi Mountain when she was four years old, and it has been more than ten years in the blink of an eye.

In her more than ten years of living in the mountains, she has done nothing other than reading and stargazing, and helping the teacher manage the medicine garden.She seldom thinks about what she will use after learning this skill and reading so many books.She just gets pleasure out of doing them.

So at this moment, is it the "later" that she occasionally thought of during those years living in the mountains?Came to Jidu, entered Qi Palace, became a wife, stood beside Gu Xinglang, and borrowed something for the teacher.

Then he retreated completely, returned to Pengxi Mountain, and continued to study, watch the stars, and take care of the medicine garden.

That's really it, can it be just that?

The long night is long, and there is no way forward.

She looked at the fast-moving and extremely bright starry sky, thinking that everyone in this world would be lonely after all.Come alone, experience the experience, and finally leave alone.

It is good to be like a teacher, to have a few favorite things to do, and to live a quiet life.

But people like Gu Xinglang do not have this kind of blessing.He may be able to enjoy all the brilliance and prosperity in this world, but it is difficult to find peace of mind, and he has even bid farewell to the most ordinary warmth in the world since he was born.

This is the royal philosophy, the fate of the king.It's a pity, if Gu Xinglei hadn't passed away, his life would have been a different picture.

Then she said this.

She looked at those stars, and the last six words were also admonishing herself.When Gu Xinglang turned his head to look at her, she faintly felt it; when she turned her head to look at him, she saw that he had already looked back at the starry sky.

His side face is very beautiful, even better than his front face, his eyes are as bright as those stars.A man is so white.The water and soil in Jidu are really good.

There was commotion all around, and the voice of admiration and discussion was louder than before.But for him and her standing at the front of Mingguang Terrace, closest to the starry sky, it was extremely quiet at this moment.

Each of them floats and sinks in their own minds, only resonating with those flying stars.But at a certain moment, because of some words, a certain degree of mutual understanding was reached.

There is no reason for the same mind.

So much so that under the sky full of stars, it seemed that there were only him and her.The surrounding crowd, all the noise, does not exist.

Amid the din of people, King Ning seemed to be feeling the stars, and once again he raised his voice to recite the "Sapphire Case" that he hadn't finished just now:
In the east wind night, flowers and trees are bloomed, and the stars are like rain.

BMW engraves the car and the road is full of fragrance.

The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and the fish and dragon danced overnight.

The golden strands of moth snow willow, the smile is full of fragrance.

The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim.

(End of this chapter)