Yan Xitong hesitated. He knew very well that the country of Yan could not live without Yan Xiaoqing. This ghost might have something to do with him, but compared with the foundation of the country of Yan, this curiosity was nothing.
"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it." Yan Xitong sat down dejectedly, staring at the empty bottles on the floor in a daze.
An Buwang walked up to him and said, "Lao Ba, why are you sad?"
Yan Xitong slowly raised his head, the candlelight shone in his eyes, and all of us were touched by the twinkling crystal.
Has Yan Xitong ever shed tears twice in a row like today?
"You are the father, right?" Yan Xitong asked, sniffing.
An Buwang smiled even more: "No."
Yan Xitong lowered his head and smiled to himself: "How do I know whether what you said is true or false?"
"But I am indeed not my father. If my father were here, I would not let you drink like this!"
Talking about the old emperor of Yan Kingdom, maybe in Yan Xiaoqing's eyes, he was a bastard. But in Yan Xitong's eyes, he was a completely loving father.
Yan Xitong smiled and said: "I have been favored by my father since I was a child, and all my brothers are dissatisfied. They always say behind my back that I practice sorcery and bewitch my father... In all these years, they have never really regarded me as their younger brother...
...I only know that you can't offend me, only fourth brother..."
An Buwang sighed: "After the rebellion ended, you counted the bodies and you saw a few of them inside. They were drunk again that night."
Yan Xitong looked at him in shock: "You also know this?"
"I happened to be floating in the palace at that time and saw it." An Buwang said calmly.
Yan Xitong smiled helplessly: "Whether you believe it or not, I really regarded them as brothers, but in their eyes, I treated them as a thorn in their side. My eldest brother once planted spies in my house. I want to
He tried to interfere with me in front of his father, but unfortunately he failed and made his father very angry."
Anbu Wang said: "They don't understand you. Sometimes you want to please others, but others always misunderstand you as being arrogant."
Yan Xitong stopped talking.
The sky started to get brighter and the crow of roosters came again.
An Buwang sighed and said: "Lao Ba, don't be sad anymore. The spirits of my father and mother in heaven don't want to see you like this."
Yan Xitong raised his head suddenly: "Father, can you see me?"
"Now we can't see them, they have all gone to reincarnation."
Yan Xitong lowered his shoulders in defeat, looking endearingly fragile.
"Old man, cheer up. Where has the high-spirited King Xi gone?" An Buwang hit Yan Xitong's shoulder with his hand.
Yan Xitong's body swayed and he slowly stood up.
When An Buwang saw him standing up, his smile widened: "That's right."
Yan Xitong showed some reluctance: "Are you...really going to reincarnate?"
An Buwang nodded: "Yes, I have been a lonely ghost for so many years, so I can't keep doing it."
"But you haven't told me who you are yet."
Why is this damn child so stubborn? I cursed secretly on the rooftop.
An Buwang showed a cunning look: "You can't have your cake and eat it too."
Yan Xitong showed a little anger, maybe he thought this ghost was too roundabout, but there was nothing he could do about it.
An Buwang asked: "Where is Hanyu?"
Yan Xitong reached out and took out a brocade box from his arms: "What do you want this for?"
Of course it's useful." An Bu forgot to open the box, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Such a big piece?"
