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Yu Jingdu's expression was always indifferent, no emotion could be seen.
"That year was also autumn, and I remember it was raining heavily." Yu Jingdu said, "He rushed back to the palace in the rain, but unfortunately, before Concubine Qi's funeral was over, he fell ill with a cold. "
Rong Zhuo asked, "Then the anniversary of Concubine Qi's death is just in these few days? The King Yan came to Qingyin Temple to remember his mother?"
"Yeah." Yu Jingdu nodded, "It's today."
Hearing this, Rong Zhuo couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Qingyin Temple, which was left behind by them.
He thought of His Royal Highness Yan Wang, who had participated in Zen meditation for a day, and he felt some sympathy in his heart.
He did not expect the future emperor to spend his youth like this.
"Before his mother and concubine died of illness, he sent someone to look for his father." Yu Jingdu continued: "At that time, his father was busy with the queen's wife, and he just ignored her because she was old and committed again... …”
"Then did he blame himself later?" Rong Zhuo asked.
"Probably blamed himself." Yu Jingdu sneered, "I blame myself so much that I feel guilty as soon as I see him, so after a long time, I don't want to see this son again. People were sent to the border."
After that, Yu Jingdu stayed at the border for several years.
The emperor never took the initiative to ask him about his situation, not even a word of life and death...
"Until that year, he made great achievements on the battlefield and lost most of his life." Yu Jingdu said, "The border was victorious, and the soldiers and the people needed to be appeased, so his good father, the emperor, gave him a prince. Noble title. The prince was crowned without a crown, but it gave him enough face."
For some reason, Rong Zhuo felt that Yu Jingdu was in a bad mood.
He only thought that the other party was a friend who loved him dearly, so he squeezed the other party's hand and comforted: "His Royal Highness Yan Wang must cherish you as a friend, you can spend his youth with him, and now you can continue to be his confidant. , this may be God's compensation for him."
He didn't know that when he said this, not only did it not comfort Jingdu, but it pierced the heart of the other party.
Because for so many years, Yu Jingdu spent it all by himself, and there was no friend like "Qingshi" to accompany and solve him. He was alone from beginning to end.
but……
He turned to look at Rong Zhuo beside him, his heart softened a lot.
Maybe he never met such a person before, but now he does.
Thinking of it this way, Yu Jingdu felt that God was not too mean to him.
This is the first time Yu Jingdu has told others about this matter, and it seems easier than he imagined.
Or maybe, because the person listening on the side is Rong Zhuo, that's why he finds it easy...
The two went down the mountain together, and Rong Zhuo's physical strength was better than expected.
He walked all the way down, but he didn't let Yu Jingdu carry it, and only climbed onto the opponent's back after going down the mountain.
There is a post station at the foot of the mountain, which is a place to store carriages for pilgrims coming and going.
If pilgrims want to go up the mountain, they can put the carriage or horse at the post first, and then come and take it away after going down the mountain, which is very convenient.
Rong Zhuo let Yu Jingdu walk on his back, which is the section from the foot of the mountain to the inn.
"Would you like to take a carriage?" Yu Jingdu asked Rong Zhuo, "Put your horse here first, or send it to Jiangfu."
"It just rained, so it's hard to walk on the road, right?" Rong Zhuo said, "Let's ride a horse. Let's ride slowly, I'm fine."
Yu Jingdu reached out and touched his forehead again. Seeing that his spirit was better than before, he agreed to ride a horse.
This time, Yu Jingdu didn't let Rong Zhuo sit in front, but sat behind him, so that he could block the wind for him when he ran.
"Don't sleep on the road, hold on to me." Yu Jingdu said towards Rong Zhuo.
Hearing this, Rong Zhuo obediently reached out and grabbed the clothes on both sides of his body.
It was dusk at the moment, and the sunset after the rain was strong and beautiful, trapping the two of them in a boundless fiery red.
"Qingshi..." Rong Zhuo suddenly called him.
"Not feeling well?" Yu Jingdu asked.
"No..." Rong Zhuo said, "I just suddenly thought that today is Concubine Qi's death anniversary. His Royal Highness Yan Wang must be very sad, right? I don't know if anyone has comforted him."
Yu Jingdu was stunned for a moment, his heart was suddenly sour, and the sourness was accompanied by a trace of warmth.
This was the first time anyone was worried that he would be sad on the anniversary of his mother's death.
"Want me to accompany him?" Yu Jingdu asked.
"I didn't want you to accompany him... I just thought he was pitiful." Rong Zhuo said.
Before going down the mountain, he didn't know that today was Concubine Qi's death day.
If he knew, he would not take away the only friend of His Royal Highness King Yan at this time.
What he doesn't know is:
His Royal Highness King Yan is now really with the person he cares about the most.
"Qingshi, wait a minute!" Rong Zhuo grabbed the hand of his clothes, patted him on the body, and then pointed in a direction, "Over there."
Yu Jingdu looked in the direction he pointed, and saw dozens of unknown wild flowers scattered on the ground not far away.
It is late autumn now, and most of the grass and trees are starting to wither or have withered.
But for some reason, this wild flower is still very lush, even after such a heavy rain, it has not been destroyed, and many are still in full bloom.
"Wait for me." Rong Zhuo jumped off the horse and walked up to pick a few flowers.
The flower is pure white, and the buds are not too big, but they look quite alive when put together in a bunch.
Rong Zhuo is quite particular, and deliberately picks a branch far away, so that at a glance, there are many flowers on the ground, and it does not affect the appearance.
"Okay." Rong Zhuo took the straw and tied the flowers into a bunch, and said to Yu Jingdu, "Didn't the people in the inn just say that they will go up the mountain after nightfall? Let him bring this to His Royal Highness the King of Yan, and just say You sent it."