They were speechless all the way and quickly escorted the Zhen family into the holy city. The faces of the ninth Prince and the seventh Prince changed greatly. If the Zhen family resisted, they could escape. Once they couldn''t carry it and give up the ninth prince, wouldn''t the ninth Prince pull the seventh prince into the water?
Snow imperial concubine is still waiting in ye QingHan''s other hospital. She doesn''t dare to leave at this time. After all, she has only one son. Once she dies, she has no sustenance.
Ye QingHan takes Tong Tong back to Zuo Shuai''s mansion and asks sister Yao to burn some hot water. She wanted sister Yao to serve and clean Tong Tong, but Tong Tong refused directly and entered her room with a barrel.
Ye QingHan came to another hospital alone. Looking at the snow princess still standing, she looked sad and impatient. She said in a cold voice, "aren''t you afraid of the suspicion of the people in the palace if you don''t go back for so long?"
"The master hasn''t told me how to deal with the Zhen family. If Xiao Jiu is involved, how will he deal with it? I can''t sleep and eat well. How dare I leave?" Xuefei begged helplessly.
"Zhen family, xueshuai has been handed over to Xuejie mansion for interrogation. I can''t stop it. The trial will start in public tomorrow. You can watch and hope they don''t involve his highness Jiu." ye QingHan said faintly.
"Can I go to visit the prison?" asked the snow princess.
"No! From today on, you can''t see anyone alone. Please remember that as long as the imperial edict is exposed, his highness nine can''t become the prince, let alone the emperor. You decide whether to protect his highness nine or the Baozhen family." ye Qingleng reminded.
Subsequently, Princess Xue was expelled from another hospital.
Ye QingHan sat on the edge of the bed and practiced divine division. He soon fell into a state of obsession, but Tong Tong Tong was very boring after taking a bath, so he directly pushed open the door.
Tong Tong is still wearing a worn shroud. Although it is much cleaner, it is still very ragged and unwilling to give up. Ye QingHan can only smile bitterly and shake his head.
Tong Tong climbed into ye QingHan''s bed. At the moment, he is like a newborn. He is ignorant of everything, but he clearly remembers the cultivation. His immortal body, along with the immortal magic skill, will continue to strengthen with the growth of years. His talent is strong enough to resist the sky, so he doesn''t need to practice at all.
Ye QingHan slightly opened his pupils and looked at the Tong Tong Tong lying beside him. He opened his eyes and looked at himself. He couldn''t help smiling and whispered, "what''s the matter? Why don''t you practice?"
"Don''t want to practice, want to revenge." Tong Tong said wrongly.
This obsession is expected to haunt him all his life. If the snow God is immortal, his heart will not stabilize.
Ye QingHan had to put down his cultivation and accompany him, so as not to make him feel resentful and repeat the mistakes again.
"Go, my father will take you to the street to see the prosperity of the world and experience emotion."
Ye QingHan takes Tong Tong away from Zuo Shuaifu and walks on the street. The road is the peak of the flow of people. There are snacks, decorations and toys, but Tong Tong doesn''t care about toys at all and doesn''t care about food.
After walking around the holy city street, Tong Tong was absent-minded. Finally, ye QingHan took him to the slum. There are poor people in the most prosperous places, even though they are all practitioners. When the practitioners are not talented enough and their accomplishments are stagnant, they will be eliminated by the times and become Dalits.
Slum practitioners are ragged and extremely shabby protective vests. They can''t resist a blow from the same level and will break. However, when children gather together, they are often happier and simpler than those rich and noble children.
Poor children''s way of making fun is often very simple, perhaps very barbaric. They fight and March 51 regiment, but no matter how they fight, they will not affect their feelings.
Ye QingHan and Tong Tong strolled around and watched the children for a while, which also attracted the children''s attention.
"Regardless of hatred, joy and anger, they all come from foreign things. If the heart yearns for freedom and happiness, foreign things can''t be changed. You see, although they are poor, they are also suffering from flesh and blood for cultivation and enjoy it." ye QingHan said hoarsely to Tong Tong.
Tong Tong is thoughtful and doesn''t understand.
Ye QingHan continues to go deep with Tong Tong. The deeper he goes, the more difficult the situation of the poor is. He feels life all the way, and his state of mind is changing slowly. His impetuous life and noisy world make him feel a little impetuous. He has never walked so quietly to feel the world.
"Hatred sometimes covers our eyes. This is the laity. There are no saints in the world. I don''t exist at all. I''m also an ordinary person who can''t be any more. Once I was angry and had only revenge and hatred in my eyes. Now think about it, I seem to forget to experience what happiness and feelings are."
Ye QingHan whispered to himself. He took Tong Tong and walked forward involuntarily. His cruel heart was slowly washing.
"When we move forward, we should enjoy this difficult effort, not suffer from it. Aside from miscellaneous thoughts and resentment, we only need to remember the destination ahead. As for the process, we should maintain peace, okay?" ye QingHan bowed his head and said.
"En......" Tong Tong Tong nodded. Although he didn''t particularly understand, he understood something.
I went deep into the depths and came to a very small house, about seven or eight meters in diameter. It was a house with mud accumulation. The wall was less than half a meter high. There was a decaying old man and a girl of about five or six years old in the yard. The old man''s blood and vitality dissipated. The median god worshipped the boundary. It should be so decadent after being seriously damaged.
The girl held the old man''s big hand, her body trembled, and she was very sensible.
"Grandpa, I''ll sell myself and buy you a life-saving medicine..." the little girl cried bitterly.
"Fool... Who will pay the price of life-saving medicine for a child... Xiaotong, grandpa is hopeless. I can''t let go now... Cough... What can you do in the future?" the old man''s eyes are full of gloom and despair.
I''m too young to buy it. The livelihood of Xiaotong has become a problem.
Ye QingHan and Tong Tong Tong stared at the small yard from a distance. Tong Tong looked up at ye QingHan and said, "Dad, don''t you save him?"
"There are so many people in the world. Can you save one and the second? Even if you save the second, the third and the fourth, what can you do?" ye QingHan asked faintly.
Tong Tong is silent, with some sadness in his eyes. He doesn''t know how to answer ye QingHan, but he wants to save the fate of the little girl with the same name.
"Do you want to save her fate?" asked ye QingHan.
"Well, I want to save..." Tong Tong nodded.
"How can you save the fate of so many people in that world?" ye QingHan asked again.
"I... I don''t know..." Tong Tong said helplessly.
"Only when you stand at the highest point of the world and change the world can you save so many people at one time. Saving an old man now will only let you start to save another, and then follow closely to save the third. It will waste a lot of time, so countless tragic people will die in the world." ye QingHan reminded plainly.
"I hope to wake you up with the old man''s life. Don''t be persistent. The villain will be rewarded. The time and place are determined by your strength, not your inner thoughts." ye QingHan stared at the old man and watched his vitality crumble, his withered hands fall, his eyes are scattered, and he didn''t help. Maybe it''s a little effort, But his fate always appeared to awaken Tong Tong.