The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 288 It is said to help burn

"Don't take it out! I just want to burn this place!" Yan Xijun said bitterly, turning his head to the side.

Yan Han is silent.

This afternoon, an envoy from a small country attacked with a kind of oil. It is said that it is good for burning. Just a little splashing can form a prairie fire. At that time, Lord Yanxi was standing next to him. , just by looking at the expression on his face, he knew that he didn't have a good idea.

Yan Han was careful at the time, and the guards who accompanied him reported the prince's whereabouts, and he followed Yan Xijun to come here.

He knew he was hiding behind the screen, but he didn't reveal it. He just sat in the hall and looked at the familiar furnishings in front of him. There was no smell of that person in the air. How many things could be wiped out in 15 years?

He didn't ask Wei Shi about that person, he only knew that she was still alive in this world, and He Lanxue was also alive and consistent, so that's fine.

It's just that he calmed down, but his son was unyielding and exposed it time and time again.

Could it be that he really unconsciously and consciously put their mother and son in second place?

"You are the crown prince." Seeing that he could not communicate with Yan Xijun, Yanhan simply brought out his tried and tested rhetoric to suppress him, "Don't be naive anymore."

"I'm not naive. I must burn this place today. I didn't understand the concubine mother and misunderstood her before, but now I know that she has endured so much pain." Yan Xijun said, his voice suddenly choked up, tears Turning around a few times in the eye sockets: "Today...is the day of the mother and concubine's sacrifice."

Yan Han was taken aback.

It turns out... It has been four years since Anu passed away.

Four years ago today, she left herself.

Ask yourself, are you really sorry for her?If not, how could Xijun have such hatred?

Maybe on her birthday, when he left her and stayed here alone in a daze.Maybe after she passed away, he never rectified her name, and when he was dying, he didn't give her the name of queen, and let her be buried in rumors...

Yan Han took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

"You burn it," he said.

Three words, plain but decisive.

Yan Xijun didn't expect to get such an answer, but was stunned instead.

Yan Han turned out from behind the table, passed Jun Yan Xi, and walked towards the gate.

His gaze never lingered on any object in the room, and the memory stained on it could no longer make him miss the scenery around him.

I just walked to the door and looked through the sparse gaps. The swing that was made with all my heart and soul was swaying gently in the wind. In a trance, I seemed to see that lazy and leisurely girl again, with a careless expression on her face. Lung smile.

"Father." Looking at his father's back, Yan Xijun suddenly felt that he was a little too much, so he called out uncertainly.

Yan Han paused, turned her head, and smiled.

"It's okay, do what you want."

Then, he opened the door, the sun poured in, the black robe shone golden, and he turned his face slightly in the bright light: Wei Shi was standing beside him awkwardly, a little bit at a loss.

When Yanhan came out, Wei Shi couldn't avoid it, so he had to look directly at Yanhan.

The two stared at each other for a moment, Yan Han suddenly turned his head and walked down the steps calmly.

Wei Shi looked at Mr. Yan Xi, who hadn't noticed him yet, and at Yan Han, who was calm and majestic. After a little weighing, he hurriedly followed.

There was the sound of splashing water in the house.There is also the sound of Yan Xijun pushing down the brush, inkstone, inkstone and books on the table, crackling.

Wei Shi couldn't help but look sideways, moving down and glancing up at the same time.Yan Han didn't look back from the beginning to the end, and didn't even move his brows.

They walked to the yard, Yan Han stopped beside the swing.

Holding the autumn rope in his hand, he finally spoke, but the first sentence was: "I heard that you have invented many novel gadgets?"

Wei Shi was a little embarrassed, she nodded.

"What are there? Can you show me?" Yan Han asked kindly, his eyes that were too deep were calm, even though Wei Shi read countless people, he couldn't see clearly his likes and sorrows.I just feel that this kindness is also extremely far away.

"Mahjong, Pai Gow, poker... Which ones are more difficult to obtain on the spot, how about playing the simplest?" Wei Shi looked around, squatted down and picked up a few small stones from the ground, "Let's guess the points."

"It's too simple." Yanhan shook his head, although he didn't mean to disdain, but his tone was really light and exasperating, "Is there anything more fun?"

"What about chess?"

"What rules?" Yan Han asked.

Wei Shi squatted down, drew a chessboard on the ground with branches, then picked up chess pieces of two different colors, and explained the shape and symbol to himself. Yan Han only lightly rubbed them with his fingers, and made a pair of chess pieces.

"Ma Feiri, Xiangfei Tian, ​​the general will be finished." Wei Shi only explained the rules once, then raised his airs and decided to fight a good fight to destroy someone's arrogance.Yan Han picks up the newly made chess piece, and then makes the first move.

The first game was tied, but Wei Shi had to release water, so it should be considered slightly better, Yan Han was not surprised or anxious, looked at the chessboard for half a day, and just after playing the second game less than ten moves, Wei Shi found himself It has come to an end.No matter how many changes, he can't escape Yan Han's plan.

She looked up suspiciously at that iceberg-like stern face, and asked depressedly: "Is this really your first time playing chess?"

"No." The man answered frankly.

Wei Shi was feeling comforted, Yan Han continued: "It was the first time just now, and now it's the second round."

"...Want to learn mahjong?" Wei Shi looked at him for a while, feeling the urge to punch that handsome face.

"Oh, what rules." Yan Han's expression was still indifferent.

So they squatted in the yard, beside the rickety swing, and had a discussion about mahjong.

The fire in the hall finally burned.

The crackling made Wei Shi terrified to remember the existence of Yan Xijun.

Red flames, accompanied by thick smoke, were puffing at the door.

She was hesitating whether to call out 'fire' to meet the occasion - it's a pity that the palace of Zhongling Shenxiu was burned like this.

However, this decision was indeed approved by Yan Han.

Her distraction was quickly taken advantage of by Yanhan, who pushed the 'card' in front of her to the ground, and said calmly: "It's made."

Wei Shi took a look: Sure enough, it's still self-touching.

"Change it again!" She was a little depressed, curious and unyielding.

Yan Han didn't respond.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a burning smell, as if it had burned to the beam, rumbling, shattering, and overwhelming.

Instead, Wei Shi was able to concentrate.

She didn't believe that she couldn't destroy him.

This time, it was her favorite poker.It is made of green and yellow leaves at will - anyway, there is a free laborer with ingenuity around.

After explaining the rules, Yan Han wanted to touch the 'card'. Just as his hand was placed on the 'card', the palace behind it collapsed.

The splashing sparks rushed towards him along the heat wave. At that moment, his face was flushed red, thick smoke billowed behind him, and his temples were flying, like he was born from the ashes after Nirvana.

(End of this chapter)