Facing Old Man Zhao's questioning, Su Puyuan was speechless.

"Mr. Su, I admire your infatuation very much, but please open your eyes and see that woman is not your cousin, and your son is not you. If you let it go like this, that woman will ruin your Su family. What she did back then may be retribution soon."

"What do you mean?" Su Puyuan was surprised.

"Don't you remember her?" Old Man Zhao said expressionlessly.

"Nan, Nan Wuyou..." Su Puyuan took a step back, "She is not dead?!"

Old Man Zhao sighed and his eyes fell on the cold Qingshui River, "It would be great if I didn't die, then all this could be avoided..."

"What do you mean?" Su Puyuan suddenly felt panic and walked towards Old Man Zhao and stared at him and said, "What do you know?"

"I only know that the next King of the Wu Zhen tribe, the Wu Zhen tribe, has been found, and Liu Feng has returned. The Wu Zhen tribe, which has never been concerned about the secular world, has been frequently active in various northern tribes in the past two years." Old man Zhao said calmly: "You should have not forgotten Liu Feng back then, right? He found that child, can you imagine what will happen next?"

"I know." Su Puyuan closed his eyes, "The reason why the Wu Zhen tribe has no movement for so many years is to find that child. I know they are afraid that it will be more difficult to find that child if there is a war, so they endured it for so many years. After I know that they found that child, I know what will happen, but..."

"It's just that you have been lying to yourself, feeling that everything in the past has passed, and no one will always remember it." Old Man Zhao said.

"You still hate us?" Su Puyuan said. "We were all very sad about Miss Mingyue's death, the emperor..."

Old man Zhao shook his head, "I don't hate you, I hate myself, I feel even more pity for myself, this life..."

Old Man Zhao didn't say anything anymore, took a deep breath and said, "Think about it carefully. Don't think that hiding in this countryside can ignore everything. If the country does not exist, will the family be there?"

A gust of cold wind blew, stirring up layers of ripples in the Qingshui River, like countless infatuated and persistent in the world. Old man Zhao left, but Su Puyuan was still standing here, his expression was lonely, as if he had suddenly become aged many years.

The hazy figure in my mind was reflected in the river, and the memory was suddenly stretched and pulled away, and pulled back to the palace with heavy curtains, and back to the sad and sad dusk.

"Cousin, let me call you like this again." The voice behind the heavy curtains was weak and powerless.

Su Puyuan, who was entering middle-aged, knelt on the ground, closed his eyes deeply, hiding the tears in his eyes. The faint sound seemed like the light wind, and suddenly disappeared. "I really want to go back to my childhood. When we read and write together, my dance was not good. You were laughing at me heartlessly, cough cough..."

"Don't say it, don't say it anymore." Su Puyuan choked up.

"No, please let me say it, I'm afraid it will be too late if I don't say it." The voice was hoarse and lifeless, and with a strong persistence, it made people feel more and more sore when I heard it. "Do you remember once you pushed me to swing on the swing? I accidentally fell down when I swung high. I still clearly remember your expression at that time. You were so scared that you burst into tears. That was the first time I saw you crying... Cough cough..."

"Please stop talking. If you take a good rest, everything will be fine and will be fine." Su Puyuan felt heartbroken and could hardly breathe. But the people inside seemed to have not heard it, and still talked to themselves.
Chapter completed!