"Prince Song, if you treat me as a friend, listen to my persuasion, leave Princess Qianfang and Prince Qianhua, take your people, and fly away."
Song Lang curled his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked at the plum tree in the courtyard. The plum bones were knotted and not yet in full bloom.
Although the year has passed, the plum blossoms that would have bloomed before New Year's Eve in previous years have not been released yet.
Maybe, the coldest day of the year hasn't come yet.
"You know very well that you won't hurt the princess and the prince, do you? Since you can't get rid of the enemy's children, why do you insist on igniting the war between the two countries and letting the people of the world pay their lives for this ridiculous war? It's worth it? ?"
Song Lang closed his eyes, concealed the pain in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Then the four hundred people in my Song family have died in vain?"
Bai Zhi shook his head: "The world has a cause, it has an effect. Their death was not caused by you. You are just one of the victims. Revenge is your choice, and I am not opposed to it. Correspondingly, if I were you, I too Will choose revenge, and it is absolutely impossible to let the person who killed his relatives still live freely, even if he is alive, let him live in pain."
"But Young Master Song, you are wronged and the debtor is the owner. You want revenge, yes, but you can't use the lives of innocent people to pave the way. What is wrong with them? If you do this, wouldn't it kill you more than that of the Song family. People who are more cruel?"
"Since you can let go of Princess Qianfang and Prince Qianhua, why can't you let go of those innocent strangers who haven't even seen each other?"
I don't know when Yuan Lao came behind Song Lang and Bai Zhi, looking at the slender back with a moved face.
This girl said what he always wanted to say, but couldn't say it.
A person's life can be long or short, but whether it is long or short, one should not only live in hatred.
He hoped that the son could smile again, let go of the burden in his heart, and live a normal life.
Those who do evil have their own rewards.
Song Lang has never been an old-fashioned person, let alone a cold and vicious person. For the past year, he has been living with a mask, forcing himself to live in endless pain and hatred, trying to make himself cold-blooded and cruel. He tried and did it, but he didn't succeed.
Bai Zhi's words were like a key, opening the door that he closed tightly in his heart. There was bright sunlight outside the door and haze and mist inside the door. The sunlight outside the door penetrated, dispelling the mist that covered his heart.
Lost in the road ahead, it seems that there is a clear outline in an instant.
Song Lang, who had never known what he was going to do in the future, suddenly had a direction.
He turned around, looked at Bai Zhi in front of him, suddenly smiled, brilliantly, "Okay."
Bai Zhi was taken aback for a moment: "Okay? What's so good?" She didn't react for a while.
Song Lang chuckles: "Naturally, whatever you say is fine."
"You mean, you are willing to keep Princess Qianfang and Prince Qianhua?" She asked again, some not dare to believe her ears.
These words she persuaded him were out of morality among friends, and she didn't expect him to really listen. She just did what she thought she should do, and didn't intend to force it.
Unexpectedly, he agreed so readily? This was unexpected.
Seeing Bai Zhi's face instead, Song Lang smiled brighter and brighter: "What? I said yes, you can't believe it? In your eyes, I really am the kind of stubborn and heinous person?"