twenty one.
The little emperor got married, the palace was decorated with lanterns, and there was an endless stream of people entering and leaving the East Palace, and the little prince also rushed to send congratulations before dark.
When I came out, I saw Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan did not accompany the little emperor inside, but hid in the courtyard alone, leaning against the tree in a daze.
The little prince was wearing a red jacket and ran over like a small lantern: "Brother Yan, are you unhappy?"
Lord Yan raised his head, touched his head gently, and said, "I'm happy."
The little prince didn't believe it. Lord Yan's expression clearly looked so lonely. The little prince guessed: "Does brother Yan feel that he is not too young, and he is a little worried that he has not married yet?"
Lord Yan smiled bitterly and did not answer.
The little prince said to himself: "Brother Yan, don't be afraid. In fact, someone likes you very much, but he is still young and needs you to wait a little longer."
After the little prince finished speaking, he was too embarrassed, but fortunately it was getting late, so he couldn't see his red face clearly.
twenty two.
Just after the wedding of the little emperor, there was a riot on the southern border, and the old emperor sent troops to reinforce him. Lord Yan took the initiative to invite Ying to follow the Great Protector General to the frontier to pacify the war.
The little prince was the last to know, and Lord Yan was going to leave the next day.
The little prince cried all night. The next day before dawn, he packed up the small package, sneaked out of the palace and ran to Yan's house.
Lord Yan opened the door, and the little prince pleaded softly with a crying voice: "Brother Yan, I'll go with you."
"No." Lord Yan refused without thinking.
The little prince said anxiously: "I have read some tactics, which can come in handy, and will definitely not cause any trouble for you."
The little prince looked up at Lord Yan, his eyes were red, and he was very pitiful.
Lord Yan frowned, even if he was so cold-hearted, he couldn't be ruthless to drive him away.
He wiped the tears from the corners of the little prince's eyes with the pulp of his fingers, then pulled the man to his chest and reached out to pat his back to reassure him:
"The capital needs the Ninth Prince more than the battlefield. Now the situation in the court is different. You have to help His Royal Highness."
The little prince nodded, and wanted to speak, but he restrained himself.
He knew that the task of this trip was arduous, and he would not be able to come back in a year or two. As a prince, he was also a prince who did not know martial arts, and going there would only be a drag.
The little prince had expected this result before he came. He didn't pester Lord Yan any longer, but only made a small request.
"I'll write to you, and you want to get back to me."
"Okay." Master Yan said.
The little prince took off the small package on his body again, and it was full of his favorite things, including a kitten carved from wood and a small pendant carved from jade.
"These are my lucky gifts. They are given to Brother Yan. Brother Yan must come back safely."
twenty three.
Lord Yan set out with the mighty army, and it took three years to go.
During this period, the old emperor died and the young emperor ascended the throne, but he did not come back.
The little prince went to guard the mausoleum for the old emperor. At night, he lit a candle and knelt in front of the tablet, writing a letter to Lord Yan.
"Brother Yan sees the letter, I don't know how you are doing. I'm not very well, because my father, the emperor, has passed away. The emperor's elder brother has already ascended the throne, and the rest of the emperor's brothers have been assigned fiefs, so I should leave as well. , but the emperor's brother Nian let me stay in the palace when I was still underage. I hope I can see brother Yan triumphantly before I leave the capital, I miss you very much, Lianhong."
In the past few years, the little prince has maintained the frequency of writing letters once a month. Lord Yan will reply to one letter every six months, and the content of the letter can be read at a glance.
The little prince can understand it, after all, he is a person who doesn't even want to say a few words, and doesn't expect him to be able to write flowers.
The previous reply, the little prince, has been carefully put away, and is usually kept by the bedside.
Although I haven't seen him for such a long time, the yearning has continued unabated, and the little prince feels that he likes Lord Yan more than before.
Many times the little prince wanted to express himself in the letter, but he felt that the words alone could not express his feelings thousands of miles away, so he drew a "Picture of Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water" and sent it along with the letter.
This time, Lord Yan's reply was much faster than before. The little prince's heart was beating violently. He couldn't wait to open the letter, but there was only one sentence in it:
Your lord, your wording is wrong.