At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was very handsome, but he was not very good at judging people.

Xiao Se thought he was very good at judging people, especially the rich and the poor, which were easy to distinguish.

For example, the guest who entered the inn at this moment looked rich or noble, and his temperament could not deceive people. The second was the expensive clothes he was wearing.

It was a luxury that only a very small number of the powerful people in Tianqi could afford, which was enough to show that the person was extraordinary.

This was probably another disciple sent by a big family to train. He walked steadily and exuded an indescribable temperament, as if he was integrated with the world.

This kind of person is generally called...

The protagonist by the storyteller in the world!

Because the white hair was vertical to the waist and the other party was facing away from him, Xiao Se could not see his appearance clearly.

Just by looking at the exposed skin, it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

He gave a look, and the waiter beside him immediately walked up to him flatteringly.

"Sir, are you here for a night or to stay?"

The white-haired man sat in the middle of the inn, raised his hand, and slowly said, "Give me a pot of Acacia wine..."

The voice was clear and warm, but there was a slight tremor in the voice that was difficult to conceal.

Acacia wine?

Hearing this name, Xiao Se frowned.

It's a good name, but there is no such a pot of wine in their store.

The thin waiter also forced a smile, scratched his head and said with a smile: "Sir, to be honest, our shop only has two kinds of wine, plum wine and old fermented liquor. As for the love wine you mentioned, I have never heard of it. I hope you can forgive me. How about a pot of our shop's signature plum wine?"

The white-haired man raised his head slightly and smiled slightly: "The sword is sharpened by grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. This is the meaning of it."

He seemed to be asking himself, and it seemed like he was talking to someone across the air.

However, after Xiao Se savored his words carefully, his brows frowned even more.

For some reason, he felt that the other party was talking to him.

He supported his chin, tapped the cheap table quietly with his fingers, and slowly said: "It's just a pot of aged fine wine, how can there be so many hidden meanings, you are too dramatic."

He was the owner of the inn, and it was not easy for a guest to appear. It was really wrong to destroy the other party's mood and sing a different tune.

The fat and thin waiter couldn't help wondering, what happened to the boss today?

Only Xiao Se knew that he was denying himself, whether now or in the past.

The white-haired man's lips curled slightly, and he said calmly: "The young genius who was famous all over the world and entered the free and easy realm at the age of seventeen, is denying himself like this?"

With a bang!

The cheap table was instantly broken into pieces.

Xiao Se stood up with a bang, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes staring at the white-haired man fiercely, his eyes almost spitting fire.

The past was painful for Xiao Se, the high-spirited boy back then, the boy who made him dream.

He had died in the heavy rain many years ago, under the night.

His eyes turned cold and sharp when he looked at the other party, unable to hide his anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you!"

Pah pah pah!

All the windows around were closed, and a bone-chilling chill emanated from Xiao Se.

The fat and thin waiters hugged each other for warmth. This was the first time they saw the boss angry, and he was even angrier than the last time he faced the gangster who ate a free meal.

It can even be said that the white-haired boy offended the boss.

Although the two of them were shop assistants in the store, they knew nothing about the boss's past. They only knew that the boss was mysterious and a good person.

This inn had long been unable to make ends meet, but the boss refused the acquisition of Mr. Li from Honglu Town, a hundred miles away, fearing that they would have nowhere to go after the inn was acquired.

Xiao Se narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He didn't remember ever talking to such a stranger, nor did he remember ever meeting this person!

But he was sure that the other party absolutely knew his past! Understand his past!

The white-haired man sighed softly and lowered his head: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is how long you will escape. Your relatives and the people you cherish are waiting for you!"

Xiao Se's body suddenly stiffened, his face showed a fierce light, and he picked up a stick and thrust it forward.

Dancing on the grave! What a nonsense!

"Don't you think so? Brother!" The white-haired man turned around slowly.

Xiao Se suddenly paused, and the familiar but gradually blurred face that was full of thoughts.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as clear as stars, but the white hair seemed to tell of his difficult past.

Clang

!

The stick in Xiao Se's hand fell to the ground in an instant. He stared at the white-haired boy in front of him without blinking, his hands trembled slightly, and a trace of tears appeared in his eyes.

For many days and nights, the mother and son running under the sunset were engraved in the sea of ​​memory, like waves rolling and touching his heartstrings layer by layer.

The wounds caused by his relatives were swept away by the waves, healing his heart and supporting his belief in living when he was most helpless and frustrated.

The two people he cherished most in his life, his mother and his younger brother...

Xiao Se stretched out his right hand and tremblingly touched Xiao Ruolin's forehead, feeling the slight coolness and warmth, as if touching the wound deep in his heart.

"If..." He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was hoarse and he couldn't even say a complete syllable.

Xiao Se had tears in the corners of his eyes, but his smile was like a spring breeze.

Xiao Ruolin was speechless, just stood up and hugged his brother tightly.

The two brothers recognized each other, without any earth-shattering or shocking joy and excitement.

There was only silence, it was just that simple, the deep longing was hard to express in words.

Years of grievances and sadness turned into good medicine because of meeting again, soothing each other's hearts.

The fat and thin waiter stood there in a daze, the boss who was lazy all day long, as if the whole world owed him money, actually had this face.

Feeling that there was no true energy flowing in the emperor's body, Xiao Ruolin's true energy was rioting, and a rush of murderous intent covered the cold.

The strong aura even oppressed the two waiters who almost couldn't breathe. They were frightened and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Royal brother, let's go home!" Xiao Ruolin's eyes suddenly turned cold, he clenched his fists, and his hand bones crackled.

The words contained a strong murderous intent that could not be concealed, with hatred, disappointment and helpless anger.

However, Xiao Se let him go, looked at the white hair, and shook his head slightly: "Ruolin, my brother is tired."

Xiao Ruolin's body stiffened. For so many years, he has been walking all the way, never stopping, and never daring to slow down.

Just to follow the footsteps of his brother, just to regroup one day, point the sword at Tianqi, and stand in front of that man to question him.

For this, he has been working hard.

Whenever the man's answer did not satisfy him, he would overthrow the nine positions and support his brother to redress the uncle of Langya.

However, at this moment, the steps of the brother stopped where they were, wandering for a long time, and he had no motivation to move forward.

Xiao Se deliberately changed the topic and kept asking Xiao Ruolin, as if he had endless questions.

Whenever he listened to his brother's calm tone, narrating the dangers again and again.

He would put himself in the situation as if he were there, and his heart would be in great pain, as if the pain was unbearable.

He quietly smoothed his brother's white hair, biting his tongue with anger and grief until it bled.

Only physical pain can cover up the grief in the heart.

Although Xiao Ruolin deliberately avoided the matter about Langya Wang Shu, the sensitive Xiao Se had already guessed it, and his hatred for that person became even stronger.

Peace and prosperity is just an excuse, and the hypocrisy, fear, and greed are the facts.

Langya Wang Shu will rebel?

Then I would not have personally sent you to the throne!