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

After leaving the small world opened up by the thirteenth brother, the surroundings returned to the cold weather. Moreover, the blizzard seemed to be even more fierce. Xiao Yu tucked his hands into his sleeves and buried his head low. Feeling the wind and blizzard, he couldn't help but cursed inwardly: This fucking weather is going to freeze people to death. At this time, Long Xie came over and couldn't help but express his doubts: "Sir, is it really okay for us to leave like this?" The snow was heavier than before they came, and he had to suspect that it was the little prince who did it, wanting to keep them in this ice and snow forever. Xiao Yu saw his doubts and chuckled, "Long Xie, when did you become so sentimental? I know what you are thinking."

"Don't worry, any of my brothers may attack us, but the Thirteenth Brother will never do that."

He said it with such certainty that Long Xie was curious about why his son trusted the little prince so much?

He hesitated for a while and finally couldn't help asking this question.

But his question stunned Xiao Yu.

Yes! Why was he so sure that the Thirteenth Brother would not harm them?

Since the Thirteenth Brother chose to interfere, would he become like the other brothers?

Do whatever it takes for the imperial power?

But he soon denied it. After a short brain crash, he finally figured out why he was so sure.

Xiao Ruolin saw his own shadow in Xiao Yu.

But Xiao Yu also saw his own shadow in him.

Xiao Yu slowly turned his head and looked at the invisible barrier behind him.

The Thirteenth Brother seemed to be the most pampered one, held in the palm of his hand and loved by countless people.

In fact, he, like himself, buried the seeds of loneliness and desire in his heart.

Xiao Yu suddenly realized, and a touch of sadness suddenly arose in his heart, and he murmured in a low voice: "So that's it..."

The Thirteenth Brother is lonely?

Why does he have such an idea, is it an illusion...

Or...

Feel the same?

Xiao Yu shook his head and stopped thinking about these unrealistic things.

How could the Thirteenth Brother, who is the most pampered one, be lonely? What is he thinking?

Xiao Yu laughed at himself, but without any sign, a tear streak passed through the corner of his eye, and a teardrop fell into the snow.

The wind and snow blurred his eyes, but why could he see the wailing left by the teardrop engraved in the snow?

At this time, Yan Sen, who had been silent until then, slowly said: "Sir, we should leave. The journey is long. If we don't leave now, we may not be able to get out."

Long Xie also saw that something was wrong with his son, and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Yes, sir, if you pretend to be sick and don't attend the morning court, if His Majesty finds out, we will both be in trouble. This trip is in vain."

Xiao Yu was dazed, but he regained his spirits after hearing what the two said. When did he become so sentimental?

Xiao Yu raised his head, regained his spirit and said loudly: "Look at your complaining tone, what do you two know? You have to be ahead of others in doing things. Being timid will only tie your hands and feet and lose the initiative. What if the goal is not achieved this time? My spirit is worthy of praise."

"Father can only put me in solitary confinement at best, but I have never been afraid of you, the young master."

"That's not right, the young master confines us and we are beaten." Long Xie said in a resentful tone.

"Hahaha!" Xiao Yu couldn't help laughing, and a hearty laugh came from the snow.

Then, a white figure appeared in front of him out of thin air.

After Xiao Yu saw the other party, he was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Thirteenth brother, why did you come out?"

"Recently, the climate in this foreign land has been unpredictable. Without me, you may not be able to get out. It just so happens that I am going back to the Central Plains, so let me open the way for the seventh brother." Xiao Ruolin smiled gently.

"Oh?" Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

He raised his face and said with a sly smile: "Isn't it better if I can't go back? Aren't you afraid that I will go back and cause trouble for your brother? After all, as your seventh brother, the few pleasures I have is to cause trouble for Xiao Chuhe."

Yan Sen and Long Xie on the side looked at each other with horror on their faces.

Buddha bless you! Young Master, what are you talking about?

Aren't you afraid that the other party will really keep you!

The two wanted to wail loudly and let the young master listen to their voices. This was because they thought they were not walking fast enough.

"But from childhood to adulthood, the seventh brother has never fought with my brother, so how can it be considered a trouble." Xiao Ruolin looked innocent

.

The seventh brother and his elder brother have been competing since they were young, from walking naked to Jixia Academy to school.

Every time, he always falls behind his elder brother, and even among the three, he has always been at the bottom.

Xiao Yu was speechless for a moment, lowered his head, and put his right hand on Xiao Ruolin's shoulder.

"Thirteenth brother..."

"Hmm?"

"When did you become so sharp-tongued and learned to rub salt into the wound."

"I..."

"You don't have to say it." Xiao Yu raised his hand to stop him, his eyes serious: "It can be seen that a certain Chu led you astray. I am very angry, and I will definitely give him some information when I go back."

"Seventh brother, don't be angry, why don't I give you a few more poems to add icing on the cake to your Hundred Flowers List?" Xiao Ruolin said tentatively.

Xiao Yu smiled immediately, and he had few pleasures.

One is to compete with several brothers in wits and courage, and to plan and strategize.

Another is the Hundred Flowers List he created, treating each other like his own sons.

"That's what you said. My Hundred Flowers List is in need of nominations." Xiao Yu smiled happily.

"Of course, but there are a few words that need to be added to my mother."

"The queen's nomination is already the best in the world, why add more?"

...

Just like that, the two of them hugged each other's shoulders and gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.

With Xiao Ruolin's sword leading the way, the wind and snow around them seemed to have weakened.

"Yan Sen, do you understand?" Long Xie nudged Yan Sen beside him with his elbow.

Since the day he served the young master, when has he ever seen this?

It's unheard of for the young master to talk to others in this way.

"I'm still a shallow person, I don't understand." Yan Sen shook his head and followed.

"This..." Looking at the three people going away, Long Xie stood there for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses.

Is this really the one he knows, the seventh prince of Beili, His Royal Highness the Red King?