Chapter 466 If you want to hold it, you can only rely on yourself
In the quiet imperial study room.
There were waves of suppressed sobs floating around.
The west window next to the desk blocked the two of them.
Inside the window is a young Confucian scholar standing with his hands folded, and outside the window is a young man squatting among the flowers with his head buried in the flowers.
The latter seems not to have noticed the arrival of the former.
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and coughed slightly.
The little emperor suddenly raised his head, his red and swollen eyes widened. When he saw the person coming, his crying face was full of panic.
"Zhao...Mr. Zhao! I, I..."
Zhao Rong shook his head slightly, turned around, walked out of the study, circled to the flowers outside the west window, and stood in front of the young man who was wiping away his tears in a panic.
The little emperor covered his face with his sleeves and hurriedly tried to stand up. However, the next second, his head was pressed by a big warm hand.
This young man, who was nominally the most noble person in Li Di, was stunned.
Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and the little emperor pressed it.
Then, he breathed out himself and bent down.
The two faced each other.
In the middle, there is a crooked and bleeding food box with bright flower mud.
"Mr. Zhao, I..."
"What am I? I'm still a half-grown boy. If you want to cry, just cry. Don't hold it in."
"…………"
"But...but the Queen Mother said that I am the Nine-Five Supreme Being and cannot show my vulnerable side to anyone at will."
"That's true, but this is for adults. When a child cries, he cries. How old are you? Are you already living so tiredly? If you don't cry more now, you will feel wronged when you grow up.
when."
Zhao Rong smiled and rubbed his head.
The little emperor shook his head stubbornly, "Mr. Zhao, I am the emperor. The queen mother said that tears belong to lambs. Once we show our cowardice, those jackals below will pounce on me and the queen mother."
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, smiled and nodded, "That makes sense. I'm sorry, sir, but I didn't think it through thoroughly. The way you are living now, you really have to endure it and show it to the ministers. The tears must be reserved for specific occasions."
The little emperor did not expect that Mr. Zhao would apologize humbly, and quickly wiped his tears and waved his hands.
Zhao Rong handed him a handkerchief.
The little emperor took it, wiped his tears, held the handkerchief, and whispered: "Thank you...Mr. Zhao, the queen mother also said the same, tears must be left in specific places to cry, such as...next to the dragon coffin of the father, she
Say, everyone has to cry, the harder they cry, the better."
Everyone? I can’t cry. I’m so sorry.
Zhao Rong coughed, a little embarrassed.
The little emperor didn't know what 'Mr. Zhao' was complaining about in his heart. After he finished speaking, the whole group became quiet again.
Zhao Rong glanced at the little emperor.
After talking to him, the young man's attention was distracted and his tears almost stopped.
At this time, the young man buried his head in his arms and looked at the food box on the ground between the two of them.
"Mr. Zhao..." he said suddenly.
"Um?"
"But I, I want to cry right now." He said with a cry.
The young Confucian scholar was silent for a while, but this time he shook his head and said: "Don't cry, you are the emperor."
The little emperor is talking.
Zhao Rong suddenly reached out and took back the handkerchief in his hand, then rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and dug up the fertile flower mud in front of him.
The little emperor was stunned for a while, then quickly rolled up his sleeves and dug a hole with Zhao Rong.
The young Confucian scholar who lowered his head calmly said:
"I originally wanted to tell you... a story, but after thinking about it, I decided not to... and I'm afraid you'll laugh at me."
"I, I won't laugh at Mr. Zhao!"
The little emperor dug the soil with his bare hands and shook his head vigorously.
Zhao Ronghu said: "Actually, you are much more courageous than me. I admire you very much for having the courage to hold the hand you want to hold."
The little emperor was stunned, looking at the bright red flower mud stuck between his fingers, "Mr. Zhao really admires me?"
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and nodded calmly.
At this time, he stopped and looked at the pit dug by the two of them, then turned his head and looked at the crooked food box next to the pit.
The young man remained silent, then reached out to pick up the food box containing the severed hand and put it into the pit.
Dark blood dripped from the cracks in the box.
The two hands holding the box trembled.
Ten fingers pressed against the wall of the box, and the knuckles turned blue.
The young man gritted his teeth fiercely, "Li...Li Mingyi!"
A low roar.
For the first time, he boldly called out the name of the man in the python robe.
Countless times, in front of the man in the python robe, the young man could only raise his head and call him uncle.
Zhao Rong smiled.
No matter what the original motivation of this King Lee Hyun was.
From the perspective of a blood relative and elder, strictly instructing the little emperor to quit pornography; or is he rebellious and threatens and intimidates him.
There is one fact that can never be erased no matter what.
That is... he dared to send his guards to present a pair of severed hands to the little emperor in public!
He despised the imperial power.
This alone made Zhao Rong feel that even a man could not bear it, let alone a little emperor.
This is because the young man was born with the education that no one is equal to him in the Great Li Kingdom. Except for his ancestors, ghosts and gods, there is nothing worthy of his respect. Even if he is modest and tolerant, he still has this mentality.
Zhao Rong said with a smile: "You want to kill him."
The little emperor lowered his head and could not see his expression.
As he put the food box that was also a burial coffin into the pit, he gritted his teeth and said, "Bold Li Mingyi, I...I want...to behead..."
Just after he said the word 'kill', the young man suddenly stumbled back, put his hands on the ground, and looked at Zhao Rong with a pale face.
"But Mr. Zhao, Li Mingyi... he is too strong. He has cultivation, military power, military morale and public opinion... he has it all!"
The little emperor raised his hand to wipe his face, "I heard from Sisters Doujiao that he can't even follow the route he takes every time he enters the palace, and his footprints remain unchanged... This guy is too cautious, Mr. Zhao, I... how can I kill him!"
Indeed, Zhao Rong nodded, but did not say anything to give him the answer.
At this moment, the young man's face was covered with tears, and the blood stains on his severed hand were blurred, and his face was stained.
He said in a depressed tone: "My mother said that we are orphans and widowed, and we are in danger every step of the way. Feng Chan is the biggest opportunity. I can't protect myself right now..."
Zhao Rong remained silent.
Facing the little emperor who spoke his heart and soul without reservation, he just listened carefully and nodded.
He lowered his eyes and calmly filled the pit where his hands were buried with soil. His hands were covered with soil.
The flowers here should bloom more prosperously next year... The young scholar glanced at the flowers next to him and thought for no reason.
The little emperor stared blankly at the reactions of the Confucian scholars in front of him, his expectant eyes gradually dimming.
Yes, Mr. Zhao only came to Dali temporarily to be a Zen monk. He was not his teacher or minister. He could give him suggestions or advice like Mr. Zhang did when he had private discussions...
The young man had no dissatisfaction in his heart. The rolled-up sleeve on his right arm had been loosened, but he didn't bother to roll it up again.
The young man lowered his head, grabbed the soil with the young Confucian scholar, and buried the severed hands.
It became quiet between the two of them, one big and one small.
Just bury it and bury it.
The boy still cried again.
The young Confucian scholar turned a deaf ear.
After burying the hole, he looked up at the bright sunshine, stood up, rubbed the young man's buried head with his dirty mud hands, and said softly:
"If you want to hold her hand, you can only do it yourself."
The young Confucian scholar left.
The young man stopped crying and looked up at the back of this strange gentleman, stunned and speechless.
"Rely on...rely on yourself..."
Not long after, there was a whisper floating among the flowers of Burial Hand...
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Zhao Rong left the imperial study room.
On the verandah, he took some water from the sumeru, washed his hands, and then left calmly with his hands behind his back.
When he was young, outside the palace gate, Zhao Rong met Xiao Qian'er, who had been waiting for a long time.
"Brother Rong'er, why did you come out just now? You're worried about me!"
Faced with the little girl's complaint, Zhao Rong smiled and told her what happened when he entered the palace just now.
But regarding the little emperor, he mentioned it in one sentence, so there was no need to go into detail.
"Brother Rong'er, you are so stupid, you can't even cry."
Hearing that Zhao Rong was worried about making a show on the spot, Xiao Qian'er let out a sigh, covered her mouth and snickered.
She took his hand, squeezed it affectionately, and said angrily: "Big stupid wood, we have been together for so many years, you have watched it for so long, and you haven't learned it yet."
Zhao Rong nodded and said with emotion: "Indeed, but you and Qingjun cry every time. I wanted to try to learn, but you didn't give me a chance." He sounded regretful.
Zhao Qian'er: "......"
You are like a dog.
Afterwards, Zhao Rong took her away.
The two of them had lunch at a downtown restaurant in Hanjing.
In the afternoon, I went to the Etiquette Department and dealt with matters all afternoon...
In the middle of the night, Zhao Rong took out the martial arts diary.