C799 Poor old man first words

Yan Jue's heart hurt because of the little guy's words, but he also heaved a sigh of relief. At least, Ol 'Nine had survived because of Heng Er.

Time was the best medicine for healing. Perhaps after a few years, he would be able to put it down.

The sincerity in the little guy's eyes made Yan Yuan's heart warm up as he hugged him tighter and tighter, "Alright, royal father will accompany Heng Er for a few more years, grow up with Heng Er. At that time, Royal father can go and find mother."

After young son was brought back to the King Jing Palace, the empress dowager didn't bring him back. In these past few days, Yan Yuan had been in the worst of times.

Everyday, Yan Yuan brought his son to the Duke Palace to read and teach him how to write. At night, he would personally wash his face and feet before sleeping with him.

At this time, he was standing in front of the wardrobe with a wooden box in his hand. Inside the wooden box was a handkerchief with extremely rough needlework that he treasured, which Qing Er had personally sewn for him.

"Last night, when the wind blew from the stars, the west side of the painting building was covered in the splendor of Gui Tang. His body was colorless, and he had a spiritual connection with the phoenix …"

His mind was able to make sense of the situation …

Now that they were separated by Yin and Yang, could they still have the same thought?

Yan Yuan's heart throbbed in pain again. The loneliness in his eyes was magnified infinitely in the middle of the night.

The glazed lamp hanging in the room emitted a faint light which shone into his black eyes that were like an endless abyss, illuminating the deepest yet most hidden loneliness in the depths of his eyes that no one knew about.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, bringing him back to reality.

Every time when it was deep into the night and he was alone, that kind of life-threatening longing and loneliness would torment Yan Yuan from being unable to sleep. He walked to the window and a cool breeze would slowly blow his head full of white hair.

Closing the window, he sat down in front of the desk. This desk was normally used by Liu Ruo Qing.

He reached out to grab a book from the side. The familiar words on it stung every corner of his heart.

"The heavens and the earth are in love, not with one's appearance. Emptying one's eyes with emptiness, the spring breeze laughs at one's slim figure …"

Seeing that, Yan Yuan did not dare to continue reading, and closed the book.

Heaven and love, not face to face...

Haha!

Did the heavens think that his life in the previous life had been too smooth, so they wanted to punish him like this now?

Since he couldn't keep his appearance, why did he have to be so sentimental?

If he was as heartless and heartless as he was in the beginning, wouldn't he be in so much pain?

He looked up at the moon and smiled calmly, but he could not hide the bitterness in his words. "Qing Er, wait for me, wait for me, don't go too fast."

A few days later, Yan Yuan stood on top of a cliff that was a few hundred kilometers away from the capital.

He just stood there quietly. The wide black robe that covered his tall body made him look like he was in the middle of heaven and earth. It was cold and ethereal, giving people the feeling that he was very, very far away.

Four machines, the mandarin duck weave want to fly, pity not old man first white, spring wave green grass, Xiao Han deep, bathes opposite red.

In his ears, he heard the words that Liu Ruo Qing had often recited in front of him a few years ago.

He listened to a few lines, but only this poem gave him a deep impression. At this moment, it was also his portrayal.

He slightly closed his eyes and looked at the cold wind that rolled over the mountain. A bitter smile appeared on his face. "Poor old man, you started off with …"

"My hair is white from guarding, but I can't defend until my hands are white from holding hands with you."

The hoarse voice was quickly blown away in the air.

That day, he stayed on the cliff for a few days. He was dressed in black, had a head of silver hair, and was filled with endless sadness.

If at that time, he could put down everything and bring her far away from the mortal world, into the mountain forest, build a small house, and buy an acre of fertile land. His Qing Er would not have left him so early?

Qing Er was blaming him, right? That's why he left without his permission, yet forced him to live with endless pain and loneliness.

Half a month later, the exhausted Prince Jing began to re-enter the imperial government, calm as if nothing had happened.

However, everyone felt that Prince Jing had changed. His eyes were always dead silent, and even when he spoke, his unfathomable eyes were so calm that there was no light in them.

The rare smile on his face was gone.

From then on, everyone knew that the Prince Jing had changed. It wasn't just his silver hair, his heart had also turned shut with the death of the Crown Princess Jing.

To be exact, the Prince Jing did not change, but went back to the beginning, to the King Jing that he knew.

Cold and indifferent, ruthless and heartless.

As the soldiers of the Mo family were getting closer and closer to the capital, the battle became more and more difficult to fight and the losses they suffered became heavier and heavier.

This caused the originally high-spirited troops of the Mo family to panic, and the more they panicked, the worse the situation became for them.

There was still some distance between them and the capital city, and they already felt that they had lost some of their strength. As for the capital city, or even the imperial city, how could they break through that impregnable defense?

As soon as the morale of the troops dissipated, their auras weakened as well.

In the main hall of the Mansion of Brilliance, the war reports were delivered to the palace from time to time.

Your majesty, the troops of the Mo family are currently blocked by the guards of Mansion Sun City. Your subject believes that they will temporarily stop the siege and prepare food for the troops. As long as we stop their supplies from the back, the troops of the Mo family will not be able to hold their ground.

The military officer stepped forward.

Yan Shuo nodded, then turned his gaze to the other officials and asked: "What do you think?"

He was one of the court officials, and his gaze was fixed on the princes standing in the front row.

Yan Yuan's casually tied up silver hair looked extremely dazzling on the surface of Shining Light Palace.

Seeing him walk out from among the court officials, "This humble official is willing to lead the troops."

Yan Shuo looked at the calm people below and frowned, "Royal Uncle, you want to go?"

"Yes, the battle has been going on for too long. It's time to end it quickly."

Previously, the reason why those cities were so easily taken over by the Mo family army was because they wanted to lure them from the northwest all the way down to the south. Now, it was almost time.

Yan Shuo's gaze landed on Yan Xiao and Yan Jue's faces.

Yan Xiao nodded to him without batting an eyelid. Yan Shuo understood and said to Yan Yuan: "Then I'll leave this matter to royal uncle."

"This subject will definitely not disappoint your majesty."

"Alright."

Yan Shuo nodded and got up from the dragon throne, "You may withdraw."