Here, there are many people during the day, but it is very cold at night. After walking for a while, Han Mengxiao couldn't help but shiver in the wind. Zi Yiran immediately took off his robe and put it on Han Mengxiao gently.
"Thank you, Yiran." Knowing that Zi Yiran would feel bad if she refused, Han Mengxiao put it on warmly.
"Sister Mengxiao, are there desert roses like you mentioned in this place?" Zi Yiran asked.
Han Mengxiao had just told him that there is a kind of spiritual grass called "Desert Rose", which grows in the sand and dust. It has tenacious vitality and will bloom when it touches a little water. It has heart-warming beauty and may be...
The thing that opens the spiritual pearl.
Just looking at the yellow sand on the ground, it really doesn't look like a place where spiritual grass grows.
"There's still some time before dawn. Let's look further. If we can't find it, we'll go back." Han Mengxiao was also a little discouraged. After walking for most of the day, he didn't even see any dead grass, let alone spiritual grass.
.
Alas, maybe spiritual grass will not grow in this place where monsters and monsters are imprisoned.
His legs were a little sore, so Han Mengxiao simply sat on the yellow sand: "Yi Ran, why don't we rest for a while first and then go look for it."
"Okay." Zi Yiran agreed sweetly. When he and Han Mengxiao were together again, he was just the simple Prince Ran. He would not have the slightest idea of rejecting any of her proposals.
"Yiran, I have something I want to tell you." After Zi Yiran sat down next to him, Han Mengxiao gritted his teeth and decided to take this opportunity to make things clear to Zi Yiran.
"Okay, sister Mengxiao, what you say, Yiran is all ears." Zi Yiran smiled brightly, her eyebrows were actually gentle.
Han Mengxiao organized his words slightly and said: "Yi Ran, actually, the one you saw in the Babel Mirror was the one you saw in the Babel Mirror. The thing about you being the emperor of the world was a phantom. It was deliberately shown to you by your second brother.
He, of course, was not trying to lie to you. At that time, you were resolute and wanted to be Zimo's god. He did this, firstly, to fulfill your wish, and secondly, in the hope that you could mature earlier. This,
He, well, I don’t know how to say it, you, do you understand?”
Afraid that Zi Yiran would misunderstand this matter, Han Mengxiao explained the reason in detail, but felt that he did not explain it clearly enough. Just as he was thinking of saying a few more words, Zi Yiran put away his smile, twitched the corners of his mouth and said: "Meng
Sister Xiao, Yiran knows what you are talking about."
"Ah?" Now it was Han Mengxiao's turn to be surprised. Did he know? Did he actually know? How did Yiran know?
"I wanted the throne at that time just to protect the people I wanted to protect, but in fact I didn't have much political acumen, and I didn't care about the common people in my heart. I had selfish desires like me, didn't know how to weigh the pros and cons, and didn't know how to understand people.
How can a person who is good at his duties, but does not know how to protect the land and protect the dead, and even criticizes the bad things in his poems, can really be the destined emperor of the world?"
Zi Yiran spoke calmly, chatting with Han Mengxiao as usual: "For such a long time, if it weren't for the loyal ministers and assistants that the second brother had selected long ago, and General Nie was helping me, how would I know?
Be an emperor. Moreover, Zicao has clearly told me that my destiny is to be a peaceful and idle prince, which is more than enough, but to be an emperor, I am too unqualified!"