Lan Lin has an inexplicable trust in Chang Ting. That's because Chang Ting has never betrayed him at any time, and has stood in front of him time and time again when he was in danger. At first, he thought he was his bodyguard, which is what he should be. responsibilities.
Later, he slowly realized that he was actually everything to him. He began to be afraid that he would risk his life and death to stand in front of him and bear the danger again and again for himself. He was not his shadow, but the white moonlight above his head, clean and clear. And beautiful.
Lan Lin thought that they would watch each other and grow together like this. There was still a long way to go in life.
At night, it started to snow outside Yuqian Palace at some point.
The young emperor, who was sitting in the room reviewing the memorials, suddenly realized that it was already late at night, and his little bodyguard was still guarding the palace gate. He curled his lips and smiled slightly, put on the oil-paper umbrella and walked out.
The pavilion standing guard outside the palace gate stood upright. The flying snow that fell on his head at some point seemed to be gone. He looked up and saw a white oil-paper umbrella propped above his head. The snowflakes slowly followed the edge of the oil-paper umbrella. Falling down, like flying flowers falling into the world.
He turned around and saw Lan Lin standing next to him, looking at him with a smile. He couldn't help being surprised, and quickly took the oil paper umbrella from Lan Lin's hand and said: "Your Majesty, when did you come out? Outside, please It’s snowing, please go in quickly!”
Lan Lin smiled slightly and said to him while untying the black cloak on his body: "It's already late at night before you know it. Changting, you are still outside. How can I feel at ease?"
"It is my duty to keep vigil for His Majesty!"
"With you guarding me outside Yugan Palace, I feel at ease!"
After he finished speaking, he put the black cloak on Chang Ting.
Changting was flattered and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, you can't do this!"
Lan Lin smiled slightly and said, "What can't you do? If you get frozen, who will keep watch over you?"
After speaking, he looked up at the falling snowflakes in the sky and exclaimed, "This snow is so beautiful!"
"Yes!" Changting nodded.
Lan Lin said: "Changting, please accompany me to enjoy the snow tonight!"
After saying that, Lan Lin did as he pleased, sat down on the steps, and looked up at the pavilion.
Changting shook his head helplessly. His Majesty is still so willful. He seems to have been like this since he was a child, especially in front of him.
Perhaps it's because Changting, who is one year older than him, has always tolerated and tolerated him. Lan Lin can always find a sense of security around him and is more willing to do whatever he wants and live willfully.
Changting also sat down, pulled away the black cloak on his body, and protected Lan Lin. The two of them shared the same cloak to keep warm, which seemed to make the cold winter night no longer cold.
He held an oil-paper umbrella with one hand, and the two of them looked up together and watched the snowflakes falling in the sky. The white moon hung high in the sky, as if it was an embellishment of the snowy scene in the sky.
Lan Lin said: "Changting, this snow seems to have no end. When did it start falling? When will it end?"
Changting looked at the flying snow in the sky and said: "It starts in the sky and ends in the void."
Lan Lin smiled and said, "How many years have you been with me?"
Changting said: "It has been seven years since the old king brought me to you."
"It's been seven years, time flies so fast! Before you know it, it's been seven years! Changting, I have never asked you, are you happy to be by your side?"
Changting blurted out without thinking: "Of course I'm happy!"
Changting suddenly felt that what he said was a bit abrupt, and hurriedly restrained his joyful expression, and said calmly: "I am very happy that I can stay with His Majesty!"
Lan Lin looked at his face and smiled slightly.
He only thinks that this young man is good-looking. He is the best-looking guard he has ever seen in the entire Zhuilan Palace. He has heroic brows and a touch of charm in the corners of his eyes. He is a person that any girl will fall in love with. Bar!
At that time, Lan Lin didn't know what his feelings for Changting were. He simply thought that he was his from the beginning.
Just like he was born with toys, jewelry, courtiers, and thrones at his fingertips, everything in Zhuilan’s country was within his reach.
Everything he wants belongs to him, because he is King Zhui Lan.
And the attachment to Changting seems to have started without knowing it, without any trace or end.
Changting, who was staring at him, was actually moved earlier than he was. After all, he was one year older, more mature, and thought more.
In this way, he also understood better that the relationship between him and His Majesty could only be a charming moment of looking at each other under the moonlight, and it would never have any result or future.
He didn't dare to think about it, let alone blurt it out easily. He even hid it carefully for fear of being discovered by him, then he would probably be kicked out of Zhuilan Palace and never see his Majesty again.
Some words are wrong once spoken.
Changting always knew, always knew, so he never told Lan Lin what he felt.
He didn't know when Lan Lin discovered his thoughts, maybe on that day, or maybe at an earlier time...
Or maybe it happened unknowingly, and you can’t tell what day or month it happened...
Summer is over.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the two teenagers, the wind gently blows their long hair, and the leaves of the big trees behind them are withered, with a kind of desolation and silence that comes with the end of summer and the arrival of autumn.
Young Lan Lin asked Changting: "Changting, what kind of flowers do you like?"
Changting looked at the flowers all over the mountains and fields, and said shyly: "Your Majesty, I like dandelions."
"Dandelion? Hahaha!" Lan Lin couldn't help but raise his head and laugh.
His smile made the guards beside him very embarrassed. The setting sun reflected on the heroic face of the seventeen-year-old boy, and his cheeks turned as pink as peach blossoms because of his shyness.
Lan Lin turned to look at him and asked, "There are so many beautiful flowers in the world, why is it the dandelion?"
Changting said: "In my opinion, dandelions are very romantic. When blown by the wind, they will dissipate, like snow flying all over the sky, going away with the wind. Go where you want to go, the sky, mountains, rivers, lakes, or... ...Blow to the side of your sweetheart with the wind."
After Changting finished speaking, he picked off a dandelion at his feet and handed it to Lan Lin. At this moment, the wind blew gently, and the dandelion like snowflakes swayed gently in Lan Lin's hand, and then dissipated one by one, and finally like The sky was filled with flying snow, and pieces flew into the sky and scattered in all directions.
Lan Lin looked up and saw that in the afterglow of the setting sun, the dandelions all over the mountains and plains were like a huge flying snow, being carried by the wind and flying farther and farther. The scene was really romantic.
He turned to look at Changting with a smile and said, "Dandelions are really beautiful. Now I understand why you like dandelions."
Chang Ting smiled slightly, and the gentle corners of his lips under the setting sun carried an alluring warmth. Lan Lin leaned over, and when his palm fell, he accidentally pressed it on Chang Ting's finger. His heart beat a little fiercely. .
Changting looked at him without evading him. Those light-colored eyes hid the afterglow of the sunset and Lan Lin's face.
Lan Lin slowly approached, and both of their hearts were beating hard at this moment. Finally, Lan Lin's lips cautiously touched Chang Ting's lips. He did not avoid it and responded cautiously.
He had thought about this moment for a long time, but when his dream came true, it turned out to be even more wonderful than in his dream, making his heart tremble and intoxicating.
The two figures were surrounded by dandelions all over the mountains and fields. That shallow kiss became a mark that could never be erased in Lan Lin's life. It was like a mark on his heart, deeply imprinted in his heart.
The feeling of chasing orchids, looking at each other in time and space.
Assassination.
This is the most dangerous assassination that Lan Lin has encountered since he entered politics.
Lan Lin's biological mother had died of illness a long time ago, and the current Queen Mother was not his biological mother. Under the instigation of her maternal clan, the Queen Mother had long had the idea of assassinating the young emperor and killing him.
So she had been planning for a long time in Fushou Palace, secretly training her own killer guards, and then placed these guards in Yuqian Palace. Finally, the time was right, and they were going to kill Lan Lin in Yuqian Palace that night.
At that time, Lan Lin was still a young man and had never thought that the Queen Mother would seize power. In his eyes, although the Queen Mother was not his biological mother, she was not an ambitious person either.
But he doesn't understand that some human ambitions are not born with it. No matter who he is, once he has that opportunity at his fingertips, boundless ambition will grow in his heart, like a wildfire in a prairie fire, which is about to break out and burn more and more. Prosperity has no end.
When the Queen Mother came up with the idea of killing him, it was destined that a radical change plan was about to begin.
That night, the Queen of Heaven had secretly replaced all the guards on duty in Yuqian Palace with her own people. There was only one person around Lan Lin that he could really rely on, and that was his personal guard, Changting.
As long as these guards can assassinate Lan Lin in Yuqian Palace without anyone noticing, they can erase all traces before dawn and create the illusion that the young emperor has died prematurely. At that time, the Queen Mother can legitimately ascend the throne. king.
At that time, Lan Lin was still reviewing memorials in the study room of Yuqian Palace. The night wind was cold that night, and there were few stars in the sky. He stood in the pavilion on duty outside Yuqian Palace and looked up at the sky. An eagle flew over the sky. The eagle had sharp eyes, spread its wings, and paddled silently in the wind. When it passed over his head, it suddenly let out a shrill cry.
Changting felt vaguely uneasy in his heart. He turned back and glanced at Lan Lin who was reviewing the memorial in Yuqian Palace. His slender figure was reflected in the light, and he was dressed in blue clothes with a golden dragon embroidered on it.
His brows were furrowed because of the memorial in his hand, and he couldn't make any comments for a long time. When he raised his head, he happened to see Chang Ting looking back at him. The two of them were connected and smiled at each other.
Changting knew that Lan Lin was encountering a difficult state matter that could not be solved, so he turned around and prepared to go in and give him another cup of hot tea. He knew that His Majesty might have to stay up late again tonight.
When Changting turned around and walked back, he glanced at the long corridor on one side. There were guards in armor standing on the long corridor. The guards had long swords on their waists and stared solemnly ahead. They were all silent, like dignified statues. .
