Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

"Things have to start from three years ago."

Wan Yan didn't want to listen to the thoughts of the third prince.

The young man looked at the rain curtain and continued talking on his own.

"Have you seen Mr. Han? He always bows his body, as if he has a heavy burden on his body, and he suffers from great hatred."

Wan Yan met the old gentleman from the Wende private school across the street, and also said hello, but the old gentleman gave her a polite look, and did not show enthusiasm or intimacy.

As a neighbor, Wan Yan just gave up.

Judging from the appearance of the old man, it is indeed what the third prince said, with a deep expression and difficult to get close to.

"Actually, it wasn't like this three years ago. When I was mischievous, Mr. Han could still hit the back of my hand with a ruler, and he was not afraid of my identity. A student of the Imperial College, he could scold whoever he wanted, and his voice could be heard no matter how far away he was." .”

The third prince recalled the past, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Wan Yan, "I'm the naughty student."

Wan Yan couldn't imagine that the Xiao Zhenghai she knew always had a sense of sadness, whether it was in Tongshan Mansion or now.

"At that time, the elder brother of the prince was also in the school, knowing that he was the prince, many people surrounded him, and the elder brother also enjoyed the feeling of hugging him, but his elder brother didn't like me since he was a child, so I kept watching him from a distance. "

Waves surged in Wan Yan's heart.

Now that the crown prince has been demoted to a commoner, the adults once said that the third prince is likely to be stationed in the East Palace and will be the future emperor of Daqi.

Thinking of this, Wan Yan felt strange, if the third prince becomes the emperor in the future, she is listening to the emperor's thoughts right now?
Wan Yan's scalp was numb and her palms were sweaty.

In the future, the third prince will not kill people to silence him, the emperor's heart cannot be guessed.

Wan Yan wanted to refuse the third prince to continue talking, but the young man didn't know what the little girl was thinking, so he talked about it.

"I have a few acquaintances in the Imperial College. We are very playful. Although our minds are also on studies, after all, we are young and like to be different, and like to fight against Master Han."

"My lord..." Wan Yan softly wanted to refuse the third prince to continue speaking.

The boy didn't seem to notice, "Because of being mischievous, I couldn't complete the class tasks. Mr. Han doesn't care about my identity. I will be punished and scolded when I should be punished. I am the student who has been left the most."

Xiao Zhenghai lowered his head, feeling infinitely lonely.

The ginkgo leaves outside the window were swayed by the wind and rain, and large pieces of golden leaves fell down one after another. On a bleak autumn rainy day, Wan Yan could not refuse this young man who told her his thoughts.

"Because I am often punished, the children of other aristocratic families will laugh at me and encourage me to fight back against this unreasonable old master. I am young and full of vigor, and my heart is slowly moved."

The third prince took a sip of hot tea.

The teacup was still warm, and the little girl felt mist rising from the boy's lonely eyes.

"I want to find an opportunity to take revenge on Master Han and make him embarrass himself in public? Or should I fight back when he strikes? I was looking for opportunities. During that time, I discovered something. Every day at noon, Master Han would let us endorse. I don't know where to go."

Wan Yan looked at the third prince.

"After observing for a period of time, I recorded the time and reported him directly in front of my father. You know, the master of the Imperial College has a salary from the imperial court, and my father also rewards him on weekdays. He taught us princes. Many people stare at this position. Jealous."

"Can you guess the result?" The corner of the third prince's mouth sneered, his disdain for himself and guilt for the past made the mist in his eyes thicker.

"What's the result?" Wan Yan thought that the worst result would be that Master Han left the Imperial Academy and opened this Wende Private School in Ping'an Lane.

"Master Han didn't say anything when he left the Imperial College. I didn't know until half a year later that my wife was sick in bed and depended on the decoction to continue her life. He came home at noon every day because my wife drank the decoction at noon. It was convenient at that time... ..."

The third prince choked up, "Master's soup and medicine are expensive, Master Han spent all his salary on medicine."

Wan Yan felt sour.

"Master Han lost all his money after leaving the Imperial College. He spent half a year saving his money and sold his property... There was no medicine for my teacher's wife, and she passed away in the end."

Wan Yan shed tears.

The two looked at Yumu at the same time, unable to understand the sadness in their hearts.

"Wan Yan, today is the third anniversary of Master's death."

The boy looked at her, tears streaming down his face.

"Third Prince, please mourn."

Wan Yan couldn't say comforting words, "Did Master Han forgive you?"

"What is forgiveness or non-forgiveness? The damage has already been done. My wife passed away because of my fault. Even if Mrs. Han forgives my mistake, my wife is no longer here."

Wan Yan thought of herself.

Dad is gone.

In the emperor's heart, he was wrong and he was trying his best to make up for it, but the mistake has already been made!

What about her?

What's the use of compensation when the father is gone?No amount of compensation can bring back her father!

The little girl's nose was sore, and her heart seemed to be blocked by a big stone.

"I have had a bad life in the past three years. I think about it from time to time. Now I don't dare to do things or speak lightly. I am most afraid that someone will accidentally hurt others."

"The dead are dead, and the living must live well."

Wan Yan looked at the young man and comforted her softly. This was what the adults often said to comfort her. Only now did she realize the helplessness and tolerance in the conversation.

"Wan Yan, can those who have done wrong beg for forgiveness?" Xiao Zhenghai looked at her softly.

These words are also like she asked herself, Wan Yan is also struggling and entangled.

"No, third prince, I don't know, I really don't know, but I think time can tell us everything."

The gate of Wende Private School suddenly opened, and a group of children jumped into the rain.

The sound of laughter suddenly resounded throughout the entire Ping An Lane.

Five or six children ran into the calligraphy and painting studio together, shaking the water droplets on their bodies, laughing and asking.

"How much silver is this?"

"How do you sell this inkstone?"

The children's cries made the quiet calligraphy and painting studio noisy.

Wan Yan smiled and stepped forward.

After everything was quiet, Wan Yan turned her head again and found that the third prince had disappeared in front of the window at some point.

The little girl looked over the window, and through the rain curtain, she found that the third prince was standing in front of the gate of Wende Private School with his hands down.
The old man with white hair stood opposite him, unable to look into the old man's eyes.

They were talking, Wan Yan saw the third prince's shoulders shrunk, as lonely as he was in the calligraphy and painting studio just now.

Soon, the old master patted Xiao Zhenghai's shoulder, and the third prince raised his head to listen carefully to what he said.

In the end, the corners of their clothes were soaked by the rain, and the old master took the third prince by the arm and welcomed him into the Wende private school.

When she stepped into the threshold, Wan Yan saw the old master patting the third prince's back, but he never let go of that hand.

And the third prince gradually straightened his back, feeling a little relieved.

Wan Yan didn't look away until the gate of Wende Private School was closed.

She thought of herself, the emperor, and her father.

As the autumn rain weakens, the ginkgo trees stop shaking, and the lush branches are still flapping their golden leaves.

Wan Yan thought: Forgiveness is actually very easy.