Everyone in the hall looked at each other, and for a long while no one spoke out in agreement.
Ming Liu, who came with Lan Fei, looked at him suddenly and instinctively wanted to say something.
But the next second, Lan Fei glared back at him with gritted teeth.
This scene was like a nightmare, which had been replaying in Wen Qingci's mind constantly since the day he entered the book.
Now, the nightmare has finally come true.
Perhaps the only difference between reality and nightmares is that the emotion that fills Wen Qingci's heart at this moment is not fear, but guilt and bitterness...
Wen Qingci's mind was numb and only his muscle memory supported him to finish speaking.
The expression is also a stylized smile and gentleness.
"Your Majesty's daily medication has basically been determined, and there is no need for drug testing for the time being." Wen Qingci said lightly.
“…My dear minister, what you said is absolutely right.” The emperor finally smiled slowly and contentedly. At this moment, even the headache that had been bothering him disappeared completely.
"A good sword is forged through repeated grinding. The eldest prince will become more mature after some experience on the battlefield." He said in a deep voice.
As he spoke, the emperor's gaze slid across the crowd.
The moment he saw it, even the Third Prince's legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
Xie Guanzhi was sent to the Imperial Temple, and Yongdu had nothing to do with him for the time being.
Then the next person... will it be me
The hall was completely silent.
The issue of the Yinchuan Grand Canal was suppressed that year.
At this time, most of the people in the hall were completely unaware of this.
Although the incident with Xie Guanzhi happened before, but... that was after all a cause and reason, and Xie Guanzhi was only imprisoned in the Imperial Temple.
In their eyes, the emperor is still the "wise king" of the past.
No one expected that the emperor would make such an outrageous decision so suddenly.
Eunuch Xian smiled a little stiffly and broke the silence: "Your Majesty is indeed thoughtful... Your Highness should be more considerate of such a strict father."
Wen Qingci, who had just finished examining the emperor and was leaving, stood at the front with his back to everyone and his head lowered.
After hearing what Eunuch Xian said, he finally came back to his senses from his previous numbness and blankness.
Then he couldn't help but sneer.
Wen Qingci suddenly felt that the early death of the emperor in the original novel was a lucky thing for him.
The tragic and even horrific ending of the original owner can also be traced.
"The heart of a strict father? It should be a cruel heart, right? He killed so many people in the world, and one more Xie Bufeng, it doesn't make any difference to him... With such a father, it's not surprising that Xie Bufeng would develop a cruel and vindictive character. "
"… Besides me, Xie Bufeng should kill you."
"It's a good thing for you to die of illness."
Wen Qingci finally couldn't suppress his malice.
His voice was extremely cold, without even the slightest fluctuation in tone.
At this moment, the emperor's heart was filled with joy that his wish had been fulfilled and relief that a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
The rest of the people were too busy being shocked or mourning the loss of a rabbit.
The hall was so quiet that every word in Wen Qingci's mind fell clearly into Xie Bufeng's ears.
The boy looked at him in disbelief.
Those amber eyes were instantly filled with confusion.
Wen Qingci: What is he talking about
"Cruel and ruthless" and "vindictive" - is this how he thinks of himself
Even, he always felt that he would kill him
Wen Qingci's words were like a bucket of ice water, pouring down on Xie Bufeng without any warning.
In an instant, a chill filled the air, leaving the young man at a loss as to what to do.
For the first time in seventeen years, Xie Bufeng hated himself for being able to hear people's voices.
He suddenly remembered that his mother once described him as a stone that could not be warmed.
Compared to himself, Wen Qingci is obviously more like that stone.
Thinking of this, Xie Bufeng suddenly laughed.
The young man would rather Wen Qingci curse him in his heart than to know that this is the image of him in Wen Qingci's mind.
It was as if everything that had happened in the past few months, and the days and nights we had spent together, had never happened.
Being gentle to someone may be gentle.
But being gentle to everyone is also a kind of indifference, isn't it
How could he feel like he wanted to kill him
The young man stared blankly in the direction of Wen Qingci, as if he had been abandoned by the world.
The hall fell silent again.
Xie Bufeng has always been a person who likes to think too much. Wen Qingci's words just now were like wildfire burning into his heart.
Is the "end of death from illness" that Wen Qingci just mentioned his real intention of entering the palace this time
The young man recalled the conversation he had with his mother that day.
Yes, Wen Qingci's entire family died because of the emperor, but he could face this man calmly every day, just waiting for the right time to kill him.
Isn't a person like him extremely cold and indifferent
Perhaps only such a character could support him to endure humiliation and complete his plan without revealing any flaws after entering the palace.
Xie Bufeng's fingers slowly touched the fur muff hidden under his clothes.
The warm and soft touch instantly reminded him of the rabbit that Wen Qingci kept in the Imperial Medical Bureau...
I was actually numbed by his gentleness and gradually overlooked how dangerous Wen Qingci was.
I knew from the very beginning that Wen Qingci could be extremely gentle to those rabbits, but could also kill and dismember them in the next second.
How come later on, he unconsciously indulged in it, developed expectations that he shouldn't have, and forgot his nature
Xie Bufeng had never felt as ridiculous as he did today.
He didn't even have the time and energy to figure out what the meaning of Wen Qingci's actions was.
Or maybe Wen Qingci did this without giving it any thought.
He just followed the emperor's words and answered a simple question.
After all, I have been just a "rabbit" from beginning to end.
Wen Qingci would not consider whether a rabbit would die in battle or whether it would be sad.
"The war in Changyuan Town is urgent. I think the eldest prince should not delay any longer. Wait until noon today and ride a fast horse with the messenger to go to the north first." The emperor slowly closed his eyes and said slowly.
Now that things have come to this, he doesn't want Xie Bufeng to stay by his side any longer.
After saying this, he waved his hand to signal Eunuch Xian to read out the imperial edict that had already been prepared.
The old eunuch's voice was sharp and piercing, like a knife cutting into Xie Bufeng's heart.
Xie Bufeng's difficult-to-get-along-with personality had long been deeply rooted in people's minds. After reading the imperial edict, Eunuch Xian became nervous.
"…Why hasn't he come up to receive the order? Is he trying to embarrass me?"
Thinking of this, Eunuch Xian couldn't help but take a step forward, almost going against tradition and walking down to hand the imperial edict to Xie Bufeng.
Fortunately, before he could move, Xie Bufeng finally reacted.
The boy gently rubbed the fur hidden in his wide sleeves, took a deep breath, and walked forward slowly with a smile.
The long, slightly curly, jet-black hair was tied on top of her head with a string of green jade.
The early morning sunlight reflected from the water, shone through the stained glass window, and onto Xie Bufeng's light honey-colored skin.
His eyebrows and eyes were arrogant and full of arrogance.
For a moment, the emperor had an illusion that Xie Bufeng did not come to receive the imperial edict, but rather to raze the place to the ground.
He couldn't help but shrink back, until his shoulder and back hit the hard carvings on the dragon throne, and then he realized his gaffe.
Xie Bufeng stopped at the front of the crowd and stood side by side with Wen Qingci.
From the corner of his eye, the boy saw the fingers of the person next to him tremble slightly.
"I accept your order. Thank you."
To everyone's surprise, Xie Bufeng's reaction was exceptionally calm.
Even more obedient than before.
Like a wild beast that suddenly hid in the grass, no one knew what he was going to do next.
Seeing that the great task had been accomplished, the emperor, who had hardly slept well the entire night, finally felt sleepy.
He yawned softly and returned to the back hall contentedly.
Seeing this, the others also dispersed.
Xie Bufeng, who was holding the imperial edict, glanced at what he was holding with contempt, then turned to look at Wen Qingci.
Wen Qingci slowly closed his eyes.
At this moment, he even had the illusion that he was drowning in the canal little by little.
A feeling of suffocation enveloped Wen Qingci tightly.
He finally took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the cabin.
Xie Bufeng followed him - just like before.
Feel sorry…
Wen Qingci said softly in his heart.
He wanted to clench the medicinal jade on his wrist to gain comfort and peace.
But after touching the air again, Wen Qingci realized that he had already given the string of medicinal jade that had been hanging on his wrist since he entered the book to Xie Bufeng.
The first group of people who walked out of the cabin had already quickly left this place of trouble.
On the large deck outside, only Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng were left.
The wind blew along the wide river channel, lifting the moon-white hem of the dress.
Xie Bufeng suddenly remembered the day when they first met.
The hem of Wen Qingci's clothes seemed to be blown up by the wind as well.
Accompanied by a sky full of magnolia flowers, it fell before my eyes.
At this moment, the young man had countless words in his mind that he wanted to say to Wen Qingci.
He wanted to explain that he was not as "cruel and heartless" as the other party thought, and he had even let go of the fact that he had poisoned him a long time ago.
I also want to tell the other person about my helplessness, sadness, and even a little bit of resentment.
But with so many mixed feelings, he couldn't say these words.
In the end, it was Wen Qingci who spoke first.
The doctor took a deep breath, looked back and said, "Your Highness, the north is cold, and this trip is a bit sudden. I wonder if you have prepared clothes?"
Wen Qingci still had a smile on his face as he spoke, and his tone was relaxed and gentle.
It was as if Xie Bufeng was just going on a picnic, not to a battlefield where he might risk his life.
He didn't know that such "tenderness" could hurt people's hearts even more.
Xie Bufeng tightly grasped the hand warmer hidden in his sleeve and looked at Wen Qingci with disbelief.
Is he really going to just watch himself go to the battlefield in the north
Wen Qingci wanted to avoid the boy's gaze, but couldn't help turning his head to look at Xie Bufeng again.
By the time Xie Bufeng comes back, it will be time for me to escape from Yongdu.
He was a little worried, and finally couldn't help but use this moment to remind her: "Your Highness, be careful on the battlefield. When you have time, write more letters to Concubine Lan, and... little princess, don't forget her."
They are your forever relatives.
Xie Bufeng's voice finally turned cold: "Don't you have anything else you want to say to me?"
Wen Qingci: “…”
The imperial physician, dressed in moon-white, smiled at the young man with tenderness in his eyes.
While recalling the plot in the original novel, he said to Xie Bufeng: "I believe that Your Highness will be able to achieve great things and return to Yongdu with a lot of achievements."
This is exactly what Wen Qingci thought.
But he didn't know that his words would be considered extremely ridiculous if heard by anyone.
In their opinion, Xie Bufeng was going to the battlefield just to die.
Even Xie Bufeng himself was no exception.
He regarded Wen Qingci's words as a casual perfunctory response and the indifference that came from his heart.
So many things happened in such a short period of time that Xie Bufeng didn't even know how to face the person in front of him with dignity.
All his reactions came from instinct.
"Okay..." The boy's voice became hoarse without him noticing.
He should hate Wen Qingci.
But now he could only gaze deeply into Wen Qingci's eyes and engrave the other's appearance in his heart.
The imperial physician lowered his eyes and smiled, then opened the medicine box in his hand as if he remembered something.
"Swords have no eyes, especially since you can't feel pain... you should be more careful. If you are injured, treat it according to the contents of the medical book I showed you before." After saying this, he took out various medicines from the box and said, "Take all these medicines. If they are not enough or you need anything, ask someone to send a message back to Yongdu."
It was clearly he who pushed himself onto the battlefield, but now he is still so gentle.
Xie Bufeng's heart sank slowly.
My previous feeling was indeed correct.
Wen Qingci's heart is like a deep pool with turbulent undercurrents. Even if you get close to it, you cannot see the true appearance inside.
You can only be sucked into it and torn into pieces.
The wind on the canal scattered Wen Qingci's voice and also disturbed his heart.
Xie Bufeng was born to only hear evil thoughts, it was like a joke played by God on him.
He once ignored the sporadic warmth around him because of his evil thoughts.
Also because of this, Wen Qingci's helplessness, loss, sadness, bitterness and endless guilt in his heart were omitted at this moment.
At this time, Xie Bufeng was filled with despair.
I don’t know how long I can survive after going to the battlefield.
He smiled rather self-deprecatingly.
Just when Wen Qingci was about to hand the medicine in his hand to Xie Bufeng, the young man in front of him did something that surprised him greatly.
Xie Bufeng took a step forward, and finally, following his true heart, he hugged Wen Qingci tightly in his arms.
The young man placed one hand on Wen Qingci's waist and the other on the back of his head.
By the time Wen Qingci reacted, his head was already buried in the boy's neck, tightly wrapped by Xie Bufeng's breath.
"Your Highness..." Wen Qingci's voice was unusually flustered.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and the boy's strong heartbeat reached his heart through the thin summer clothes.
The distance between them crossed the boundary of ambiguity.
Wen Qingci couldn't move at all.
It seemed like it was the first time he heard such sadness in the boy's voice: "It would be better if you were a little bit mean to me..."
Wen Qingci's body began to tremble slightly.
"This is... the gift I originally wanted to give you, but you might not need it." Xie Bufeng's voice was full of self-mockery.
As soon as the young man finished speaking, before Wen Qingci could react, he suddenly raised his right hand and threw the thing in his sleeve into the canal.
The silvery-white fur object floated on the water like a fallen leaf, swaying lonely along with the waves.
This is... the gift Xie Bufeng gave me
Wen Qingci subconsciously wanted to turn around and catch the thing, but the young man restrained his body with just one hand, making it difficult for him to move.
"Okay, I should go now."
Xie Bufeng's voice was low and hoarse, like a snake's tongue, licking past Wen Qingci's ear.
The boy, who believed that he was doomed, began to have selfish thoughts from that moment on.
—He wanted Wen Qingci to remember him forever.
Before Wen Qingci could react, the boy suddenly turned his head.
Then a light kiss fell behind his ear without any warning.
The delicate and sensitive skin felt numb as if it had been electrified.
The next second, it landed on the corner of Wen Qingci's lips.
Cautious, yet greedy.
Wen Qingci's mind went blank.
By the time he reacted, Xie Bufeng had already loosened his arms and disappeared like a puff of green mist.
Only the snow wolf fur was left on the canal, floating up and down with the waves of the Yinchuan Grand Canal...
This is a farewell without a goodbye.
(End of this chapter)