Zong Ziheng watched Shen Shiyao dispose of the pot of Cymbidium, but froze in place, not knowing what to do.
Just like the day he found out that his uncle was dead, it seemed that Kyushu fell before him, but he was helpless.
What can he do with his parents
But he has to stop them, no matter what the cost, he can't let more people get killed!
Zong Ziheng stopped in front of his mother who was about to leave, his eyes widened, and he asked word by word: "What do you want to do?"
Shen Shiyao brushed her temples: "I'm a little tired, take a nap."
"I'm asking you what you want to do next." Zong Ziheng gritted his teeth, "If you dare to hurt Xiao Jiu..."
"As long as you are the emperor, he will still be your good brother." Shen Shiyao mocked, "Otherwise, what can you do?" She pushed Zong Ziheng away and walked outside.
Zong Ziheng's brain was on fire. He grabbed Shen Shiyao's arm and knelt down on the ground with a plop. If you have any grievances with the empress, he is innocent, if you harm him, I will apologize with death, and I will do what I say."
Shen Shiyao glared at Zong Ziheng fiercely, gritted her teeth and said: "You...how can you achieve great things with such a woman's benevolence?!"
"Achieve a great cause, do you have to kill brothers and lose all conscience!" Zong Ziheng roared, "If you dare to touch Zi Xiao, I will take it on behalf of my mother. I will pay for the sins you committed with my death!"
Shen Shiyao was trembling with anger, she squeezed Zong Ziheng's chin with one hand, and said in a stern voice: "My son, how can you be so soft-hearted, carnivores plot, are you willing to be a lamb?"
"It's Dao not to go against one's heart, and to pursue fame and fortune by any means, what kind of Dao heart is there!"
She kicked Zong Ziheng away: "Trash!"
Zongzi Heng sat slumped on the ground, his whole body was cold and stiff, as if he had died once—from the beginning of the Dragon Society to the present, his heart has experienced a protracted Ling Chi, and every knife came from his own blood relatives.
He had an urge to run away, let go of everything, escaped from this magnificent hell, escaped from the person he was closest to but made him fear the most, the sky was high and the sea was wide, just a few steps away was the freedom he yearned for. But he was tied hands and feet, covered his mouth, looked at the light leaking through the gap, just watched.
Zong Zixiao's familiar voice came from outside the door, calling "Big Brother" cheerfully, as if he never knew what sorrow was.
When Zong Zixiao entered the room, he saw Zong Ziheng getting up from the ground, trying to straighten his wrinkled skirt.
"...Brother, what's wrong with you?" Zong Zixiao walked over a few steps, "You, are you crying again? Is it because of Concubine Shen?"
Zong Ziheng tried in vain to hide his embarrassed face: "What are you doing here?"
"Brother, what's wrong with you." Zong Zixiao said irritably, "What did she say about you? Did you quarrel? Why?"
"Stop asking."
"Why are you so preoccupied all day long but don't tell me anything, you tell me, I can share your worries."
"What worries can you share?" Zong Ziheng growled.
Zong Zixiao was stunned.
Zong Ziheng wiped his face: "Don't worry about your lord's business."
Zong Zixiao gritted his teeth: "Is it because of me?"
"... Who did you hear what?"
"I still need to listen to what someone has to say." Zong Zixiao pursed his thin lips slightly, "I know that no one is willing to let me get the sword made by Shennong, and the concubine Shen is not willing either." He looked at Zongzi with clear eyes Heng, "Brother, don't you want to?"
"No, it has nothing to do with the sword." Zong Ziheng turned his back wearily, "If you have nothing to do, you can go back, I'm tired."
"Stop perfunctory me like this!" Zong Zixiao said angrily, "You keep everything from me, and you become more and more indifferent to me. Do you think I can't feel it? Why are you treating me like this? What did I do wrong? We used to be close, why are you doing this to me now!"
Zong Ziheng frowned in pain, "Brother didn't... I just..."
"You don't want me to be the emperor, and you don't want me to get the sword made by Shennong, I will listen to you." Zong Zixiao's eyes are as deep and deep as the sea, "Whether it is the throne or the sword, I can give you anything. "
"Xiao Jiu, big brother didn't mean that." Zong Ziheng felt his mouth dry. He had hidden too many secrets and couldn't explain them at all. Perhaps, there was no need to explain them.
Zong Zixiao stretched out his hand and wiped his brother's thin, red eyelids with his fingertips, "I only want my brother to be happy."
Zong Ziheng's heart was blatantly touched.
At this time, a waiter rushed in hurriedly: "Your Highness, Your Highness, it's not good."
Zong Ziheng's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"
"Go to Lanyuan to have a look!"
The two quickly ran towards Lan Yuan.
With the help of spring, the flower plants that have been dormant for the whole winter have begun to sprout. The weather is not warm enough, and they are not nourished enough. It is the most vulnerable time. Year after year, Zong Ziheng takes good care of them and protects them to bloom again.
But now, they are rooted up one by one, and the precious rhizomes are exposed to the dry and cold air one by one, like the feet of dead insects, still struggling feebly, and the young green shoots are crushed. into the soil, the blue blood flowed into a river.
Shen Shiyao stood in front of the flower garden. She was soft and dignified, but she looked like a demon who slaughtered all directions.
The eldest son Heng seemed to be frozen.
"Stop!" Zong Zixiao roared violently.
The palace people who were digging all shrank their hands.
Shen Shiyao said coldly: "Keep digging, dig out all the roots, not a single plant will be left."
"Are you crazy?!" Zong Zixiao had already forgotten the etiquette, he quickly pulled out his sword, and said harshly, "Whoever dares to touch my elder brother's flower, I will chop off your hand!"
Shen Shiyao raised her chin, her pupils were bottomless: "Dig."
Zong Zixiao raised his sword and was about to go up, but was held back by a force.
"... big brother?"
Zong Ziheng stared at his mother. The picture in front of him was not that the garden he had painstakingly cultivated for more than ten years was being destroyed, but that when he was young, his mother gently comforted and cared for him. They depended on each other for life, and the love between mother and child for twenty years was torn into pieces by the cold shovel.
He just watched, watching the hundreds of orchids that he had collected from all over the world and spent countless efforts to maintain, being torn, trampled, and trampled on. He heard a bleak cry, but he didn't know who was crying.
"Brother, will you let them dig?" Zong Zixiao asked anxiously.
Zong Ziheng firmly grasped his younger brother's wrist, motionless like a clay sculpture.
He watched his orchid garden be destroyed with his own eyes.
Shen Shiyao slowly walked in front of them, she stared at her son: "You shouldn't have too many worries in your heart."
"Are you crazy?" Zong Zixiao yelled angrily, "What did Big Brother do wrong and you want to punish him like this, do you know that these flowers are the ten years of hard work of Big Brother!"
Shen Shiyao cast a gloomy look at Zong Zixiao, showed a plausible smile, turned and left.
When everyone withdrew from Lan Yuan, Zong Ziheng's knees softened and he knelt on the ground.
"Brother." Zong Zixiao looked at his elder brother as if all thoughts were lost, and his heart ached, he choked up and said, "Brother, let's replant, some are not dead, let's replant, okay?"
Zong Ziheng didn't speak or move, his eyes were dull.
A spring rain, just at the right time, smashed down on the head and face, and scattered silver for nine days, flying in chaos, like a funeral of flowers.
Zong Ziheng's tears mixed with the rainwater, slipping down silently.
Zong Zixiao knelt on the ground, hugged Zong Ziheng, and cried, "Big Brother, Big Brother." He only knew how to call Big Brother, but he didn't know how to comfort the heartbroken Big Brother.
Zong Ziheng hugged his younger brother tightly, like a drowning person hugging driftwood, or a frozen person hugging a stove, he hugged the only person in the world who really cared about him, like embracing the reason to live— Even if there is only this one reason, weep silently.
Maybe they are right, only by being a human emperor can they protect everything they want to protect.