Every few days, Zong Zixiao would go to Bailu Pavilion to close the door and be silent for a period of time, and Zong Ziheng would be able to gain a short period of freedom.
He has been trying to break the curse seal that Zongzixiao gave him, and break through the blockade of the spiritual vein. This treacherous curse seal must have come from the "Yellow Emperor's Yin Talisman Scripture". After he found it in the book, he studied it for a long time and kept looking for a shortcut to breakthrough in a small area. Now the time required is getting shorter and shorter. It means that he can recover his spiritual power at any time. But Zong Zixiao's real bondage to him is not here, but the entire Zong clan.
The current calm is actually in jeopardy. The fear of Zong Zixiao in the immortal world will eventually turn into a force of resistance. At that time, the Zong family who is in the center of the storm may be the first to suffer. In the limited future he can see, there is only endless pessimism, and he can't think of a two-way strategy that can restore peace to the world of cultivating immortals and preserve Zong Zixiao.
Unless he can control Zong Zixiao.
Cai Chengyi stood aside, looking at the young and handsome Emperor's face with an indelible seriousness, the frown between his brows seemed to have deepened, and he had lost a lot of weight in just over a month. Thinking of Dijun's experience, he felt very uncomfortable, and softly persuaded: "Dijun, drink some ginseng soup, you have lost a lot of weight, you should make up for it."
Zong Ziheng came back to his senses, looked at the hot and fragrant soup in front of him, but he had no appetite, he waved his hand: "I've eaten it."
"You haven't eaten a few mouthfuls of food, how can you go on like this?"
"How are Zhongming these days?"
"Your Highness is alright, but he is arguing to see you every day." Cai Chengyi sighed, "Or else, the servant brought him secretly."
"No, if Zong Zixiao sees it, it will scare him again."
"Your Majesty usually stays in Bailu Pavilion for a few hours, and won't be back yet."
Zong Ziheng shook his head. After a moment of silence, he said again: "Eunuch Cai, I want to send Zhongming away."
"ah?"
"Zhong Mingben is not a member of the Zong family. If the Zong family is doomed, there is no need to implicate him. He is still so young and is the only remaining blood of the Hua family."
"But, where can I send it? Your Highness has long since..." Cai Chengyi knew Zong Zhongming's true identity, and others only thought that the child was Zong Ziheng's illegitimate son.
"I think you can send it to the fifth son. Among the many brothers and sisters, he is the only one who is more reliable." The fifth prince's eldest son, Yun, lost his mother when he was young. Daming, everyone thinks that he is trying to consolidate the unjust throne. In fact, he just doesn't want his younger siblings to be buried with him for the Zong family. Zong Ziyun seemed heartless and didn't fight or grab, but in fact he was trying to protect himself wisely, and he was the only younger brother who didn't turn against him, and left with a lot of money.
"Will His Royal Highness adopt him?"
"For the sake of past love..." Zong Ziheng hesitated, "Zhong Ming is still too young, I really don't know who to entrust to."
"Where is Master Xu?"
Zong Ziheng shook his head: "Once the war starts, the Chunyang Sect can't take care of itself. The fifth child is now a loose fairy, so it's not so easy to be found. Even if he is found, Zong Zixiao will... think of a little brotherhood."
After saying this, both of them fell silent.
Who else can Zong Zixiao care about the slightest friendship with now? Ever since he obtained the Xuanyuan Talisman of Heavenly Secrets, immersed in the secret spells of the "Yellow Emperor's Yin Talisman of Heavenly Secrets", and cultivated with spiritual energy and yin energy, he has already had evil spirits in his heart. Ruthless and ruthless, even if there is only one living enemy left in the Zong family, Zong Zi Heng, there is no guarantee that he will not exterminate the Zong family to vent his hatred.
"Then, what is the emperor going to do?"
"You prepare the luggage for him, and I will arrange someone to send him out of the palace when the time is right."
Cai Chengyi couldn't hide his sadness: "Your Highness is still young, and he is very dependent on the emperor. How can he bear this farewell?"
Zong Ziheng was sad: "I can't protect myself, how can I protect him from the wind and rain? If he hides his name, he may be able to spend this life safely." He regarded Zong Zhong's name as his own, not only out of guilt for the Hua family, It was also because this child always reminded him of his little Jiu. The time when Xiao Jiu relied on and trusted him wholeheartedly was beautiful but too short. After so many years, his memories have become blurred, but when he was with Zong Zhongming, he could often think of some forgotten fragments.
In the past ten years, the future is hopeless, he can only rely on recalling the past to keep warm——
Every time he left Bailu Pavilion, Zong Zixiao was in a very bad mood. Reminiscing about his mother didn't make him feel better, it just reminded him over and over again that the only person in this world who really cared about him was already dead.
He walked quickly through the Jiuqu palace corridor, full of hostility and nowhere to vent, he really wanted to destroy everything he saw in front of him!
Suddenly, he noticed that someone was following him.
"Who?!" Zong Zixiao turned his head abruptly, and found that there was a change in the grass. With a wave of his sleeve, the spiritual pressure swept away.
"Ah—" A child's scream came from the grass.
Zong Zixiao frowned, watching Zong Zhongming scramble out of the grass, patted his clothes, and stared at himself fiercely.
"court death?"
"Why don't you let me see my father!" Zong Zhongming pointed at Zong Zixiao.
Zong Zixiao ignored him and walked away.
Zong Zhongming chased after him, but his short legs were not slow, and he blocked Zong Zixiao all of a sudden: "Why are you, my father is the emperor, and he has reached the eighth heaven of Zongxuan sword, is it true?" The most powerful person in Kyushu, why don't you let me see him."
Zong Zixiao sneered, "Go away."
"I know, because you are my father's younger brother, my father didn't beat you. Otherwise, a bad person like you would have been beaten to death long ago." Zong Zhongming raised his chin and was very sure of what he said.
Zong Zixiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at Zong Zhongming: "Who taught you this? Zong Ziheng told you that I am his younger brother?"
"snort."
Zong Zixiao looked at this small and agile toddler, and thought to himself, what would it be like if Zong Ziheng really had his own child? It must be smarter, better looking, and more talented than the Hua family's species. If it inherits Zongzi Heng's appearance, it will be perfect.
However, this is already impossible. If Zong Ziheng wants to have a child, he must give birth to him. I don't know if there is any magic and secret method in this world that can make a man have a child. If there is, he must try it. He couldn't help guessing, many images had already appeared in his mind, and when he looked at Zong Zhongming again, he was inexplicably pleasing to the eye. He said: "Since you know that I am your father's younger brother, what should you call me?"
Zong Zhongming seemed to think hard, then shook his head: "I don't call you."
"You should be called Uncle."
"I won't call." Zong Zhongming pursed his lips, "Unless you let me see my father."
Zong Zixiao pressed his head and ordered: "Call."
"No, I won't!" Zong Zhongming said angrily, "I hate you."
"If you don't call, don't even think about seeing him in this life."
Zong Zhong was so angry that he shouted: "Xiao Jiu!"
Zong Zixiao said in a daze, "You... what did you call me?"
"Xiao Jiu, aren't you Xiao Jiu? I won't call you uncle." When calling someone, the title is the most respected, and the baby name is the least respected. Zong Zhongming looked proud of taking advantage.
Zong Zixiao knelt down and glared at Zong Zhongming gloomyly: "Your father told you this too?" Few people in this world can call him by his baby name.
"No, I guessed it myself." Zong Zhongming curled his lips, "My father sometimes calls me Xiao Jiu, and I ask him who Xiao Jiu is, but he doesn't say. Eunuch Cai said, you are the former His Highness Jiu , isn't that you?"
Zong Zixiao's body trembled slightly. He held Zong Zhongming's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Your father called you 'Xiao Jiu'? When and why?"
Zong Zhongming wanted to break free from Zong Zixiao's grip: "Let me go!"
"Say it!" Zong Zixiao sternly said.
The child was frightened by Zong Zixiao's expression, he muttered: "Father, Father said he was calling him wrong, I thought at first that I have an older brother."
"... What else did he say?"
"I didn't say anything." Zong Zhongming turned his round eyes to Zong Zixiao, "It's just that my father always looks sad when he mentions Xiao Jiu. Now I know why, because you are a bad person."
Zong Zixiao only felt that his heart was astringent and painful, as if he had been cut several times but no blood was seen, it was a pain that he couldn't even cry out.
Didn't, in fact, Zong Ziheng also miss their past
He really wants to hear his elder brother call himself "Xiao Jiu" again.