Yingping looked at the portrait, and then looked back at the man warily. The man's face was pale, and almost no blood could be seen under the dim candlelight. His chest was rising and falling slightly, as if he was breathing unevenly, but the man's eyes were so soft that Yingping dared to look at the man for the first time when they met. .
Just as Yingping gradually let down his guard, a powerful gaze suddenly shot from the side. Yingping turned his eyes from the man to the side, only to see a man with piercing eyes standing aside without saying a word.
I don't know if it was because the man was tall and he was lying down, but Yingping always felt that this majestic man had a condescending feeling, as if he was looking at himself, which made Yingping feel a little uncomfortable. Yingping didn't want to meet this gaze any longer, so he turned his eyes back to the fair man.
Seeing that Yingping finally showed a hint of youthful demeanor, Emperor Tang smiled and said: "Haha... you did a good job..."
What does 'well done' mean? Ying Ping showed confusion.
Seeing Yingping's eyes blank, Emperor Tang opened his mouth and explained: "I asked your fifth uncle about your situation in Hanmen. It's very, very good..."
Yingping remained silent, but at this moment his heartbeat was extremely violent - the fifth uncle would enter the palace every once in a while, presumably for this man, and the identity of the man in front of him was about to be revealed at this moment - —My guess is correct! My guess was absolutely correct! His father is him! He is his father!
However, even if Yingping guessed everything, Yingping still didn't say anything, because he was waiting - three years, he had survived three years, why not wait for this moment again?
Seeing that Yingping was still so calm, Emperor Tang was still smiling, but at this time there was a hint of relief in his smile.
Their eyes met, and silence filled the entire pavilion, as if they were having a silent conversation...
I don't know how long it took, maybe out of curiosity, maybe because there was something important at hand, Yingping couldn't hold it back after all. He asked: "What did you mean when you said 'very good' just now?"
Emperor Tang smiled and said: "It's all very good... not only the schoolwork in the mountain gate... but also your 'nonsense' behavior, it's all very good..."
Yingping seemed to understand and looked at Emperor Tang with doubt. He didn't know what Emperor Tang was referring to specifically, or in other words, he wasn't sure whether what Emperor Tang was referring to was what he thought. But soon, Emperor Tang’s words confirmed everything——
"You bullied the second son of Zhang Shouguang's family at Hualu Academy. You took your master's manuscript to Zhang Zhengru and asked him to take you to Shi Ziyou...hehe..."
Seeing that his 'little moves' were clearly seen, Yingping turned his head and stopped meeting that gaze - even though it seemed gentle, that gaze seemed to be able to see through everything, everything he did. There is no way to escape it. At this time, I am like a child called by his parents to talk, but I just don't know if what I am doing is really right.
Seeing Yingping's childlike appearance, Emperor Tang became even more interested: "You...ahem...are all trying to force me to show up...are you...?"
Yingping lowered his head completely. His actions had been under the watch of this man and his thoughts were completely guessed. He suddenly felt a deep sense of frustration.
"It's also good for you to go to Jiang's house..."
The man's eyes changed from relief to approval, and he seemed to be very satisfied with this behavior. Yingping raised his head and looked at the man suspiciously, but the man did not answer him directly.
There was another brief silence in the hut, and the three of them stayed in their positions with great tacit understanding, unwilling to speak up to break the silence.
'Cough - cough -'
A violent cough broke the tranquility. Due to the violent cough, the man's pale face suddenly turned an extremely unhealthy reddish-pink color, as if he had been smeared with a light layer of rouge.
Perhaps it was the inextricable connection, or the connection of blood between the two, Yingping unconsciously leaned forward a little, showing a concerned look.
It was precisely because of this little episode that the awkward atmosphere in the room eased a little. Taking advantage of this gap, the man broke the silence and asked: "Do you know who I am?"
Yingping hesitated for a moment, and almost said the word, the word that had been lingering in his heart for the past three years - but when the word came to his mouth, it felt like it was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out.
Seeing Yingping's hesitant look, Emperor Tang smiled helplessly and said, "You are really as stubborn as your mother...you still have to ask me to pierce the window paper first?"
Speaking of this, Yingping's heartbeat accelerated in vain, almost jumping to his throat.
Emperor Tang struggled to stand up. He was so weak that he seemed likely to fall down at any time. Yingping saw all this, but at this moment he was curious about the tall man behind him, because facing the weak Emperor Tang, the man had no intention of reaching out and still looked at the man's slightly swaying body silently. . Yingping seemed to feel something strange in the man's eyes. He was not sure what the strangeness was, but it was contrary to the respect that the man had always shown.
Doesn't this man respect the people in front of him as much as he appears? Even that strangeness...is it a faint expectation? Yingping likes to speculate on people's hearts, so he habitually analyzes that man. This strangeness seemed very strange in the atmosphere in the room, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
While Yingping was making random guesses, Emperor Tang walked tremblingly to Yingping. He looked up at the portrait and said slowly: "My name is Li Fu, and I am your biological father."
In just nine words, the man said it lightly. But just these nine short words stirred up a storm in Yingping's heart, not only because this man admitted that he was his biological father, but more importantly, the current emperor of the Tang Dynasty - also named Li Fu!
"Where am I?" Yingping asked tentatively.
"Royal Palace."
"Then you are..."
"I am today's emperor, today's emperor... I am!"
Although his body is weak, the aura of domineering the world and overlooking all living beings emanates from the bones of the Tang Emperor. This kind of emperor's spirit cannot be imitated by anyone. How can he be so invisible if he is not a nine-five-year-old?
"Then...then who am I?"
Yingping did not show any excitement when he heard that his biological father was the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Although he had vaguely guessed it earlier, he felt a little ironic today that a man who was superior could not protect the life of his woman. And his biological flesh and blood, that is, himself, has been wandering outside for so many years, and it was not until three years ago that he contacted him, but he still dared not recognize each other...
Are we, mother and son, so miserable in your eyes?
"Your mother is a Hu, with a Chinese surname of 'Ying'. The word 'Ying' in your name follows your mother's name, and the word 'Ping' means a life of peace. Your original surname is 'Li', and your real name is Li Yingping."
"You are the emperor, why can't you protect her?" Ying Ping asked bluntly, without giving the emperor any face at all.
Emperor Tang was stunned. He never thought that his own flesh and blood would suddenly ask such a pointed question. Why hasn't he asked himself this question? Over the years, whenever he came to the small attic in a bad mood, he would stand in front of the portrait and ask himself this question.
As an emperor, why can't he even protect the one he loves?
"Even the emperor...has a lot of helplessness..."
Emperor Tang smiled miserably. He looked at the portrait and said slowly, as if these words were not addressed to Yingping, but to the woman in the painting.
"How did she die?"
"Yi Hongyan should have told you that she committed suicide by throwing herself into the lake."
"You are a good person, why did you throw yourself into the lake? Besides, that woman just became a mother." Yingping's tone was very sharp. Without waiting for any explanation from Emperor Tang, he asked bluntly: "Who is it?"
Faced with Yingping's questioning, Emperor Tang was in a daze for a moment - after sitting on the dragon throne for so many years, only two people dared to act so unscrupulously, one was the woman in the portrait, and the other was the young man in front of him, and what was even more amazing was that , the two people's vigilant and angry expressions are so similar.
Emperor Tang slowly closed his eyes and said: "It's been so long, it doesn't matter who it is anymore..."
"It may not be important to you, but to me, this hatred is irreconcilable."
Emperor Tang smiled helplessly, then sighed and explained: "Perhaps in your opinion I am a cruel person who abandons his wife and children, but you have to believe that my love for your mother is no less than that of any man in the world for his wife. favorite."
Yingping did not refute because he had not witnessed what happened at that time. Suddenly, a face that he hated flashed through his mind, and then two extremely heavy words blurted out of his mouth.
"Wang family!"
Emperor Tang suddenly turned his head and looked at him quietly, without answering directly.
"Is it the Wang family!?"
"Ahem...knowing this won't do you any good..."
"That's why my adoptive father has always been unwilling to reveal anything about his past to me..." Yingping said through gritted teeth after his suspicions were confirmed. He stared at Emperor Tang, but then he relaxed weakly and said, "Even you can't do anything, let alone me?"
Yingping turned over and tried to stand up, but his body was still a little numb, but he still endured the discomfort and walked outside the house.
"Where are you going?" Emperor Tang asked puzzledly.
"The humble family is in trouble now, and I must go back."
"Then...why don't you ask me for help?" Emperor Tang asked curiously.
"You can't even protect my mother, how can you still protect my uncles?"
Faced with such a stubborn Yingping, Emperor Tang felt helpless, but he also knew that freezing three feet did not last in a day. He had not given Yingping a trace of fatherly love for more than ten years, so no wonder he refused to recognize him.
"Wait!" Emperor Tang called to Yingping.
Yingping stood at the door of the house, half-turned to look at Emperor Tang, waiting for him to speak.
Emperor Tang struggled to stand on his tiptoes and take down the portrait. It was just a simple movement, but Emperor Tang seemed extremely strenuous, so much so that he was out of breath. Then, Emperor Tang carefully rolled up the portrait, walked to Yingping, and grabbed Yingping's hand. At first, Yingping resisted and tried to break away, but when he exerted a little more force, he found that the man in front of him had almost no more strength. Suddenly, a feeling of unbearability quietly occupied his heart, and he stopped struggling.
Emperor Tang put the scroll into Yingping's hands and patted him on the shoulder. Then he turned and walked out of the house, as if he never wanted to return to this sad hut.
"Is this...?" Looking at Emperor Tang's back, Yingping was puzzled.
"Take it... ahem... She has been with me for so many years, and I am satisfied..." Emperor Tang still did not turn around, and the majestic man also walked out of the hut, following in Emperor Tang's footsteps.
Yingping held the scroll with mixed feelings in his heart. He held the scroll tightly in his hands, for fear that she would leave him again.
"You should stay in Taiji Palace these days. Regarding the matter of the poor family...you must trust your master..."
Ying Ping suddenly raised his head, looked at the figure that was not far away and asked loudly: "You know everything!?"
But the figure still walked forward slowly and swaying...
...
A palace maid hurriedly ran into the Li Zheng Hall. At this moment, the queen was sitting behind the roller curtain. The palace maid stood in front of the rolling curtain, then bowed her head respectfully, lowered her head and said: "Your Majesty, the light in the small attic is on."
"Oh? How many lights?" The queen's cold voice came from behind the rolling curtain, still extremely cold.
"To tell you the truth, the lights in the small attic...are all on."
