wedding dress

Chapter 247

Sometimes he often wonders how his life became like this.

The memory of his childhood has been blurred. He remembers that his family was rich and noble, surrounded by many people, nurses, maids, servants——

Then overnight, it was all gone.

Compared with the more prolonged suffering later, the happiness I once had was like a good dream. When I woke up from the dream, I could only face the cold reality.

At that time, in order to save his life, he was dressed as a little girl and mixed with the maids. Later, he was transferred to the teaching workshop. Because someone helped to cover up, he never showed his flaws.

The first person to discover is the master who taught him the tune.

He grows up day by day, and one day he will reveal his true colors.There are many methods in Liyuanxing, which can temporarily delay him and cover up the changes brought about by his growth.

Later...he met King An.

It was not the first time he went to Prince An's Mansion, but it was the first time, King An said seriously, asking him to sing with his heart.

He had heard that Prince An had a son and a daughter, and he had met the young prince once, but the princess had just returned to the capital not long ago.

After singing, he changed his clothes and went to the pavilion.The princess is still young, and the chair is big, she just sits there in a small ball, looks cute Yuxue, no wonder King An spoils her so much.

He saw Li, the Princess jumped off the chair and walked towards him.

"I've seen you, in Fuxi Building, but you haven't seen me." She smiled with a small dimple on her face, which looked very playful.The tone is also easy-going and generous, not arrogant and arrogant because of his status.

He smiled, and said softly: "Isn't it just seeing you?"

That was the first time he saw Zhao Dong.

In a blink of an eye, it has been so many years.

He watched her grow up day by day, get married, have children——

The bamboo forest behind him rustled, and when he turned his head, Ah Da smiled sweetly at him while holding a pole of bamboo.

Zhang Ziqian smiled back, Ah Da let go of the bamboo, stumbled towards him, and slammed into his arms.

He was born very much like his mother, with a small dimple on one side of his face.

Zhang Ziqian couldn't bear to hug him.Ah Da pointed to the sycamore tree beside him and said, "Bird."

A bird was perched on that branch, combing its wings with its beak.The colorful feathers shone brightly in the sun, as if carved from gemstones.

"I want... Niao Niao!"

Ah Da struggled towards that side, Zhang Ziqian smiled and hugged him.Of course, before they got there, the bird swished up and disappeared among the dense green leaves.

A Da stared blankly at the place where the bird disappeared, and after a while, he burst into tears.

Zhang Ziqian was at a loss for a while, but he knew a lot of things, he knew piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, swordsmanship and the art of war, but he couldn't coax children.

Fortunately, the crying attracted Ada's nurse and maid, and a group of people made a fuss, coaxing and persuading the child.

This scene made him a little dazed——

Maybe a few years ago, like Ah Da, he was loved by thousands of people, held in the palm of his family's hands and doted on in every possible way.

The scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the scene in the old dream.

Ah Da was young and had a strong temper, finally Zhao Dong came, and after coaxing him for a while, he stopped crying, his little face was already flushed, and his nose was also red.

Zhao Dong raised his head, there were glistening beads of sweat on his forehead and on the tip of his nose, probably because of being tossed about by the child.

"Troubled your peace—what are you doing here alone?"

"I'm tired of reading, let's go for a walk."

Zhao Dong handed the child to the nanny: "Let's go back first, let's have dinner together in the evening." Before he answered, she smiled and said, "Don't refuse, I ordered the kitchen not to bring you food tonight. , if you don’t come to eat, you will be hungry.”

She is already a mother, but she still retains the innocence of a young girl.

Zhang Ziqian still nodded.

He still remembered very clearly that during the chaos of King Jing, he was entrusted by King An to protect Zhao Dong during the crisis.In the underground secret room, Xiaodong was not sleeping peacefully, and his brows were slightly frowned. He watched from the side, and wanted to reach out and smooth her brows.

At that time, he had no idea.King Jing has been dormant for many years and once launched, he came prepared.Although the emperor and King An also made arrangements, it is still unknown who will win in the end.

Maybe the Emperor's side wins.

Maybe King King will succeed.

If that is the case, King An will be unlucky, and there will be no eggs under the overturned nest. The experience that happened to him will probably repeat itself to Zhao Dong.

Before that, he hadn't thought about how important it was for the two sides to win and lose.To be honest, his revenge has already been avenged, whether King Jing's rebellion or the emperor's loss of power has nothing to do with him.The one who is barely related is the second prince.

It's not that no one has shown favor to him, but the only one who is so persistent is the second prince.Because Wang An said that he was asked to try to find out the truth about the second prince and King Jing, that's why he pretended to be false to the second prince.

This second prince from a humble background is not as peaceful as he appears on the surface.He is also unwilling and ambitious.

In fact, Zhang Ziqian thinks this is very natural. Which man does not yearn for the power and power in his hands?What's more, he is also the emperor's son, and he has the same blood as the third prince.He may not be unaware that to walk the same path with King Jing is to seek skin from a tiger. Even if the cooperation between the inside and the outside comes to fruition, there is only one chair, will it belong to King Jing or him?

"Rather than being slowly grinded to death by the queen with a soft knife, I'd rather fight like a man..." He squeezed Zhang Ziqian's hand tightly, and said vaguely: "I... knew it a long time ago, I won't be able to give birth to a son in my life, I've been ruined by those people long ago..."

He ended up wiping his neck with a knife himself.At that time, he fled into the West Inner Garden, and the emperor went in alone. He didn't know what the father and son who had become enemies said. When the emperor came out, the second prince had already wiped his neck.

King Jingjun also set fire to himself.

This play ended, and I don't know how many lives were filled.The white stone ground in front of the palace gate was stained blood red.But the next day when the sun rose, the surroundings had returned to their original state, the bloodstains were washed away, and the slate floor was so dazzling in the sun that people couldn't open their eyes.

He survived, and after this turmoil, the emperor cleaned the court again, and many people made sacrifices for the word "right".

Just like his family members who were slaughtered and exiled back then.

They may not have done anything wrong, it's just that... they were all crushed to pieces by this crazy power chariot, without a sound and without a trace.

After such a long time, he could no longer remember what his family looked like.I vaguely remember that my mother always smells very fragrant, and my sister, seems to have a younger sister?Can't remember, maybe a younger brother.

They are gone, but he is still here.

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Actually, I really like Zhang Ziqian. .Quack, Qin Nv is a peerless beauty.

(End of this chapter)