Liuchi suddenly left, so I couldn't figure out where this place was. How could I return to Peacock Valley if I didn't know where it was?
Not far from this wooden house is a condensed waterfall, and under the waterfall is a fast-flowing river.
This was the entrance. Liuchi, who was unwilling to give up, finally went in to find out. The cave was dangerous and Liuchi didn’t know if he could come out alive, so I rejected the idea of waiting for him to come out and jumped on with Yan Xiaoqing.
The carriage ran towards the direction where the sun rose.
I hoped there would be passers-by along the way, but not even a hair could be seen here.
Yan Xiaoqing was quite at ease. He leaned in the carriage with his eyes closed all day long, occasionally teasing me. The wind hovered above our heads, sometimes falling down to rest, but it was still hostile. If I made any move, it would make a harsh noise.
Screaming, it makes me want to force it.
"Changting, are you an orphan?" At night, as we gathered in the carriage to keep warm, Yan Xiaoqing asked suddenly.
I immediately rolled my eyes and said, "You are the orphan! Your whole family is an orphan!"
Yan Xiaoqing suppressed the smile on her face and said seriously: "Then have you seen your mother?"
When I was asked this question, I was stunned, as if I didn't. My mother passed away when I was very young, but I heard from people in the palace that my mother had a gentle personality. Although she did not have the beauty of a country, she was deeply loved by my father.
of favor.
"No. My mother passed away when she was giving birth to me. I heard it was a dystocia!"
"Difficult labor?"
"Well, my father was fighting near the Peacock Valley at that time. Someone came to the palace and said that my father had died in the battle. My mother was about to give birth. When she heard the news, she fainted immediately and died after giving birth to me!"
"Who told you all this?"
"My father!"
Yan Xiaoqing smiled and stopped talking. After a short silence, Yan Xiaoqing suddenly said melancholy: "It's good to have a father."
"What? You don't have one?"
Yan Xiaoqing raised the curtains, and the cold and lonely moonlight filtered in, and a chill suddenly filled the carriage.
The moonlight reflected in his blue eyes, flickering.
"Do you know why I am clearly the prince, but others call me the prince?"
I also really don't understand this question. According to the distribution of ranks, only the legitimate sons of princes are called crown princes. And Yan Xiaoqing's father is clearly the child of King Yan.
"why?"
"Because I have been sent back and forth by my father as hostages since I was born. For some reason, my father gave me as an adopted son to a prince when I was still in my infancy. When I was ten years old, my father killed me.
I went to that prince and took me back. But the good times did not last long. Immediately after the internal conflict in Yan, my father handed me over to the man with the greatest military power at the time as a hostage. Three years later, the second adoptive father finally relaxed his vigilance and took me back.
After the military power was handed over, that night, my father cut this man into pieces. A few years later, I was sent out again... There were so many that I couldn't even remember how many people I had met and how many people I had called out.
Father..." Yan Xiaoqing suddenly turned around: "How is it? This story is not bad!"
I was slightly startled, as if my throat was choked with cotton. It took me a long time to find my voice: "Did you make it up?"
"Compared with your father, who is more exciting, my king or his?"
"Go away, my father is not a playwright!" I threw the small ginsengs at her one by one with all my strength, but he accurately held them in his mouth. Liu Chi suddenly left, so I couldn't figure out where this place was.
I don’t know where I am, how do I get back to Peacock Valley?
Not far from this wooden house is a condensed waterfall, and under the waterfall is a fast-flowing river.
This was the entrance. Liuchi, who was unwilling to give up, finally went in to find out. The cave was dangerous and Liuchi didn’t know if he could come out alive, so I rejected the idea of waiting for him to come out and jumped on with Yan Xiaoqing.
The carriage ran towards the direction where the sun rose.
I hoped there would be passers-by along the way, but not even a hair could be seen here.
Yan Xiaoqing was quite at ease. He leaned in the carriage with his eyes closed all day long, occasionally teasing me. The wind hovered above our heads, sometimes falling down to rest, but it was still hostile. If I made any move, it would make a harsh noise.
Screaming, it makes me want to force it.
"Changting, are you an orphan?" At night, as we gathered in the carriage to keep warm, Yan Xiaoqing asked suddenly.
I immediately rolled my eyes and said, "You are the orphan! Your whole family is an orphan!"
Yan Xiaoqing suppressed the smile on her face and said seriously: "Then have you seen your mother?"
When I was asked this question, I was stunned, as if I didn't. My mother passed away when I was very young, but I heard from people in the palace that my mother had a gentle personality. Although she did not have the beauty of a country, she was deeply loved by my father.
of favor.
"No. My mother passed away when she was giving birth to me. I heard it was a dystocia!"
"Difficult labor?"
"Well, my father was fighting near the Peacock Valley at that time. Someone came to the palace and said that my father had died in the battle. My mother was about to give birth. When she heard the news, she fainted immediately and died after giving birth to me!"
"Who told you all this?"
"My father!"
Yan Xiaoqing smiled and stopped talking. After a short silence, Yan Xiaoqing suddenly said melancholy: "It's good to have a father."
"What? You don't have one?"
Yan Xiaoqing raised the curtains, and the cold and lonely moonlight filtered in, and a chill suddenly filled the carriage.
The moonlight reflected in his blue eyes, flickering.
"Do you know why I am clearly the prince, but others call me the prince?"
I also really don't understand this question. According to the distribution of ranks, only the legitimate sons of princes are called crown princes. And Yan Xiaoqing's father is clearly the child of King Yan.
"why?"
"Because I have been sent back and forth by my father as hostages since I was born. For some reason, my father gave me as an adopted son to a prince when I was still in my infancy. When I was ten years old, my father killed me.
I went to that prince and took me back. But the good times did not last long. Immediately after the internal conflict in Yan, my father handed me over to the man with the greatest military power at the time as a hostage. Three years later, the second adoptive father finally relaxed his vigilance and took me back.
After the military power was handed over, that night, my father cut this man into pieces. A few years later, I was sent out again... There were so many that I couldn't even remember how many people I had met and how many people I had called out.
Father..." Yan Xiaoqing suddenly turned around: "How is it? This story is not bad!"
I was slightly startled, as if my throat was choked with cotton. It took me a long time to find my voice: "Did you make it up?"
"Compared with your father, who is more exciting, my king or his?"
"Go away, my father is not a playwright!" I threw the small ginsengs at her one by one with all my strength, but he accurately held them in his mouth.
