The extra emperor's business is like picturesque eyes like ice, a sigh, a lifetime of coolness

Zhong Qingquan has been on the throne for 15 years. He has been busy with the government every day. The harem is like a false person. So far, no beautiful woman has moved in. On this day, he sat behind the dragon case in his yellow robe, and his magnificent momentum is above everything. He looks at everyone in the hall with serious eyes. Who can recognize him as the romantic and unruly Zhong Qingquan. Now he is an emperor. He has nothing to do with the current days.

Your Highness was quiet. At this time, a black figure came out, and the eldest prince Zhong Lingyang knelt down on one knee. "Father, I think that the matter of the harem needs to be carefully considered by my father. After all, my father has no parents and children. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the throne in the future."

Zhong Qingquan listened, and the voice of coughing before he spoke was the first to sound. After fifteen years in power, he did not know how many times he personally led the army to fight. His body was scarred, and the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier and heavier. However, he never complained, because he guarded the world and guarded her in his heart. No one knew He is a little selfish to work so hard. As he said, he waits, even in his whole life, he will use his whole life to complete it.

His experience was almost exhausted. He had no children under his knees, but he had six sons. It was the Yun Shiwei who was elected among his brothers. He grew up in person in order to inherit the throne in the future. The eldest prince was mature and steady, and thought about him wholeheartedly. He was the best candidate for the throne, but he had no intention of governing. The blood is only to serve the country.

"Your Majesty." The cloud guard beside him looked at him worriedly. But he also lost his former Fang Hua, and his voice was a little hoarse, but the black robe was still so suitable for him.

"It's okay." Zhong Qingquan waved his hand and looked up at Zhong Lingyang. "You don't need to say more. Don't ask about the harem anymore." His voice was strong and powerful, with an unquestionable tone. Then he thought of something. He turned his head and looked at the guard, "Yun, how few days will it be the Chuyuan Festival?"

"If you go back to the emperor, it will be tomorrow, but it will snow heavily in the capital. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to travel." While the cloud guard was talking, he couldn't help looking at him and looking at this persistent man. For fifteen years, he would definitely stay there on the Chuyuan Festival every day, in order to probably turn around and look back.

"Prepare the carriage." He said four words lightly and looked at the Yun bodyguard. He smiled for some reason. "Fiveteen years, I think you are also old. Why do you have so many scruples now? I miss your desperate energy to do something at the beginning, hey..." He said and sighed gently. Let's retreat. I'm tired.

He is an emperor, but he has never said a word of me to the cloud guard. He has already regarded him as the most precious person. He has accompanied two generations of emperors and paid for Fang Hua's youth.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. He looked at the gloomy sky, and his heart was as gloomy as the sky. "I'm afraid this is the last time."

The cloud guard walked side by side with him holding a palace umbrella. He never said a word. He looked at his calm eyes and thought that every year was this sentence, but he knew that his last time was after looking back.

"Tomorrow you will go with me. I thought about it. If the successor is not a person who is related to Zhongzi by blood, will my brothers and emperors no longer be as coveentic as they are now? I think too little and forget that people are ambitious."

"It depends on whether the person who has no blood relationship with Zhongzi is enough to support the world." The cloud bodyguard's answer was very simple, but he went straight to the point.

Zhong Qingquan nodded in agreement and looked at the sky. He didn't know if he would get his news about all this. He still remembered that when he was a child, they said that they would get together under the blessing tree every Chuyuan Festival.

The next day, he went down to the early morning and looked at everything in the palace. Sometimes he frowned and sometimes smiled, like a child. However, the corners of his eyes had already grown shallow wrinkles. When his narrow eyes narrowed, his wrinkles were the deepest. Even so, he It used to be the evil Zhongqingquan.

The little maids looked at this special emperor curiously, thinking that the three thousand beauties must be false, and the prosperous emperor's harem was empty. They couldn't help laughing. The emperor looked really beautiful and so young. However, such an infatuation.

His story has long been known by everyone, but what they know is that he is waiting for someone who can't wait, but they don't know who that person is.

At night, Zhong Qingquan was dressed in black and went out of the palace in a carriage with a bamboo hat. The cloud guard drove to the blessing tree. He set up a stall and sold the red ribbon for blessing. The cloud guard sat aside, looking at his back and waiting for his order.

As time went by, the originally dense people on the street became loose. His bucket hat was pulled very low, and his tone gradually lowered. He thought that this year, I'm afraid it would be empty again.

At this time, a Qianqianyu hand came into his sight, and the owner's voice of that hand also sounded softly, which made him tremble. It was her.

"What do you brother and sister wish for this year?" Mo Ning picked up a ribbon, looked back and smiled. He saw his eldest son's calm face and the little girl's face of excitement.

"Childish!" Zhong Luochuan turned his head while he was talking and went to see other things by himself.

"Madam, I want a lot of sugar-coated haws." Mo Xiaoxiao held a sugar gourd in his hand and opened his arms to ask his father to pick it up. His big eyes had already bent into the shape of a crescent moon. He was unwilling to take a look at his cold and arrogant brother, and then at his father, and ran to Mo Ning's side knowingly.

Yun's bodyguard had already seen Zhong Xuanyu, and Zhong Xuanyu had already seen him. The two looked at each other, like a friend they had not seen for many years. He got up and walked a few steps in front of him and knelt down on one knee. Before he finished speaking, he immediately changed his mouth, "Son, how have you always been?"

Zhong Xuanyu quickly picked him up and looked at him with a smile, "Yun, have you ever married a wife?"

Only then did Mo Ning find that the ribbon seller was so strange that she raised her hand and was about to take off his hat, but he quietly dodged it.

"Mo Ning, don't make trouble. I went out of the palace without permission. There are many people in the capital, and I'm afraid of being recognized." While Zhong Qingquan spoke, he pulled the bamboo hat lower.

Mo Ning looked at him carefully and picked up Mo Xiaoxiao beside him. "Xiao Xiao, call me uncle."

"Auncle." Mo Xiaoxiao called sweetly, but he didn't see who his uncle was from his mother.

"Ye-huh, good boy." Zhong Qingquan replied gently and then saw her appearance. For fifteen years, she didn't seem to have changed. It's just that this green silk adds more charm to her.

"Why did you appear here?" Mo Ning said softly, but forgot that he cheated himself with Zhong Xuanyu. At that time, the meeting was bound to frustrate him after learning the truth. Now goodbye is just a calm greeting.

"It's boring in the palace. I don't want to meet you here." After Zhong Qingquan finished speaking, the two suddenly became silent, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"How's it going?"

"How's it going?"

Both of them said this. Gang A smiled. Mo Ning hugged Mo Xiaoxiao, who was a little restless and ate sugar gourd. He looked at Zhong Xuanyu, who had been talking to the cloud bodyguard, and smiled, "Ye, it's good."

Zhong Qingquan nodded, "Okay."

The two smiled gently. Zhong Xuanyu also walked to Mo Ning and skillfully took Xiao Xiao in her arms. Looking at her sixth brother, his eyes became a little apologetic. "Qingquan, it's difficult for you, but I didn't expect that you were still busy and set up a stall here."

"This belongs to me. There is no need to say it's embarrassing. It's not a sudden thought, so I did it."

As soon as Zhong Qingquan finished speaking, the Yun Shiwei lowered his head gently. What a sudden idea? Obviously, he persisted for 15 days in 15 years. I'm afraid this is really the last time.

He wanted to say something more. Zhong Luochuan walked to them at this time and gently pulled Zhong Xuanyu's sleeves. "Dad, it's so late. Let's go back."

"Luo Chuan, call me uncle." Mo Ning gently pulled the cold and arrogant little teenager in front of Zhong Qingquan.

"Auncle." He screamed a little absent-mindedly. He watched his sister doze off in his father's arms, and then glanced at Mo Ning and signaled to go home quickly.

Zhong Xuanyu stared at the restless boy, shook his head slowly, looked at Mo Ning, and smiled gently.

"Brother Qingquan, let's go back. See you later." Mo Ning couldn't beat the little guy's pull. He said a few words in a hurry and hurriedly left.

Zhong Xuanyu nodded to him gently, "Qingquan, it's all up to you."

Zhong Qingquan made a gesture to follow him, but there was no sound.

After a long time, after he could no longer hear the quarrel between Mo Ning and Zhong Luochuan, he dared to raise his head and the hat above his head fell to the ground. He looked at their backs and made the cold man's eyes red. He laughed, turned his head, stepped into the carriage in two steps, and stopped cleaning up the booth, so he called Yun. The guard drove back to the palace.

Anyway, he will never come back again. What's the use of cleaning up this thing? He was gratified to see that she was doing well. Even if he was jealous, it had nothing to do with him.

As soon as the carriage left, before he had a cup of tea, he heard the voice of a childish girl. He asked the guard Yun to drive over to see what was going on. He got out of the carriage and saw several strong men beating a teenager, who was tightly protecting a girl who was only three years old in his arms.

"If you don't let go, we will kill you if you don't let go!" A strong man grabbed the teenager's hair tightly and slapped him in the face.

"No, this is my sister. You can't take her away!" Although the teenager's voice was still childish, his tone was surprisingly resolute.

"Black and white, your mother has set up a note!"

"But she is already dead!"

"It was killed by your broom. The death of your parents is related to you. Now you pull your sister and don't let go. I'm afraid that she will die if she stays with you!"

As the strong man said, Zhong Qingquan probably understood what they were arguing about, so he motioned the Yun bodyguard to stop it. When the cloud bodyguard nodded, he rushed forward. In less than three moves, the strong men had fallen to the ground and shouted for pain.

When the teenager saw this, he turned his head. His resolute, cold and resentful eyes made Zhong Qingquan feel a little shocked. Looking at his appearance, he was less than eight years old. What did he experience to have such a look.

The cloud guard was also a little surprised, but he nodded. He was definitely the best candidate.

When Zhong Qingquan saw him nodding, he only stepped forward a few steps, looked at his vigilant eyes, and smiled gently.

"Who are you and why did you save me?" Regardless of the wounds on his body, the teenager let go of his hand after saying this, stood up his little body, and took the girl's hand to leave. "But I won't thank you."

"If you want to be strong and protect the people you want to protect, it's not too much to listen to the choice I gave you." Zhong Qingquan's voice remembered that the teenager suddenly stood up and walked slowly, "No need."

"They won't let you go. Are you going to take her to live a life of escape? You can stand it, but she is still young." Zhong Qingquan said this sentence with confidence, and the teenager really stood up again and turned his head to look at him, "What choice?"

"Come with me and give your sister to them first, but you will come and take your sister away one day, or if you turn around and continue to walk, I will help you, but they will definitely not let you go."

The teenager looked at his sister silently. Before he could speak, the girl's childish voice sounded again, "Brother, Wan'er is waiting for you."

After listening to this, the teenager clenched his fist tightly despite the pain in his hand. "Why can't you take her with you?"

"Because the place you are going to is not suitable for her life. If you care about it, it will hurt her." Zhong Qingquan sneered and said, "You have to plan well for at least 15 years." He walked back to the carriage and waited for a result.

"Brother, Wan'er is waiting for you. You have to come back, so that no one dares to bully Wan'er." The girl pulled the teenager's sleeve and smiled strongly.

"Wan'er, fifteen years later, I'll pick you up. You have to wait for me. At that time, I will become strong and take you to live a good life." He could see that the man in the carriage was extraordinary. He wanted to become stronger and protect his sister, unlike now, and he just poked his weakness.

Five days ago, her mother sold her to a large family. They treated her very well, just because she missed her brother and sneaked back, but saw the news of her mother's death. She and her brother depended on each other for life, and they didn't expect to be found by the messengers in the house.

The girl listened and smiled sweetly, "At that time, Wan'er will be 18 years old, and she can marry her brother. Wan'er is willing to wait."

The teenager nodded resolutely, "At that time, my brother will take you out of here openly and live a good life."

He didn't know how he loosened his sister's hand. Not only did he get into the carriage. Looking at his sister's small body disappearing from his sight, his clenched fist seemed to be a little harder.

He doesn't know why he believes in him. He just feels that he has a convincing feeling.

On the way back to the palace, Zhong Qingquan kept looking at the taciturn teenager and said softly, "From now on, your name is Zhong Juechen, the seventh prince of the prosperous emperor."

He listened. Although he didn't quite understand, he still widened his eyes and was full of surprise.

In the early morning of the next day, everyone was talking about the seventh prince of unknown origin, and some people petitioned to abolish the prince.

He was relieved and regarded it as air. He stood in the royal garden and looked at the little teenager who practiced martial arts diligently with the guard. Everything he was worried about turned into a bubble with the curved corners of his mouth. The sun shone on his face. In his long and narrow eyes, it seemed that the unruly look of the past appeared again.

He is thirty-seven today. He once had a home in Qingcheng, and he used to care about it. However, he has long been used to dealing with everything today. Every word he promised will be fulfilled. He said that waiting is to wait. Even for a lifetime, he has nothing he can do.

It is said that Zhong Qingquan, the emperor of Qingyan, is an infatuated emperor, persistent in love, has no queen for a lifetime, and a lonely life.