Homecoming Ballad (GL)

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Lu He was stunned for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, I can't repay you for treating me well. This misunderstanding of you has already made me feel very sad, and the matter of revenge and redress is close to death. I don't want to drag you down. There are always young princes of the right age who can make a good relationship with His Highness..."

"Do you only agree, or don't you want to." Drag? She doesn't care, not only doesn't care, but also willing to live and die with her in wealth and honor.

Yiyang stared at her with burning eyes, not daring to miss the slightest movement of his eyes, for fear that he would not be able to read her heart or understand her slander.

Lu He was silent, the hand stove in her palm was warm and palpable, and it gradually warmed her body, which was a painstaking trick, and made her mind and mind more clear-headed. In those sincere and warm peach blossom eyes, there is no driftwood to lean on, but there is no need to worry about whether you will drown or die. The bottom of the water is hot, turbulent, and frightening undercurrents, but it is also warm and peaceful, and death is like life The warm bed.

Lu He lowered his head, his eyes full of sadness: "I don't want to."

Yiyang immediately asked, "Why?"

"On the day when my wish is fulfilled, Your Highness has already married and become a wife. Under the christian's joy *Gaotang, maybe I will be a mother again. Why did I agree to marry you forever?"

Yiyang smiled, her eyes were drunk, blurred but charming, totally different from the past.

"The Huan of Chuáng? *Gaotang?" She leaned on the table with one hand, leaned close to Lu He, smiled coquettishly and lightly, "If you agree with me, I will protect you like a jade for you. Huan*Gao Tang can only accept Huan under you."

Lu He was startled when he heard the words, his face was burning red, he moved back a little, not daring to look at her, and only whispered: "Your Highness, I'm afraid you are drunk."

"How can I not be drunk? Counting the days day after day, from jiming to sunset, I am so happy to hear about you sporadic news. Every day I secretly think about sending someone to invite you to my house as a guest." Forget it, it’s good to just sit and say a few words——no, it’s good to just watch you quietly. But thinking about what you did to me that day, I’m doing nothing for myself Overthrowing my thoughts one by one, you wish to kill me and hurry up, but I still love you so much?"

"Your Highness, I..."

"Shut up." Yi Yang reprimanded lightly, but his eyebrows and eyes were extremely gentle, and Lu He, who couldn't help but look a little trembling as he stepped back, gradually approached, and hugged her in his arms before she was about to collide with the hard mica screen.

He lowered his head again, wanting to kiss her thin lips.

Lu He hurriedly stopped it with his hands, his voice was extremely low due to restraint and depression: "Your Highness...you are very drunk."

"I'm drunk, but I'm very sober." Yiyang smiled lightly, took her wrist with confidence, and simply kissed her palm which was warmed red by the stove, "Wen Qinghe, you don't even know, I miss you I was thinking about it like crazy. Today, I have grown up for [-] years. Only when I met you did I know that my spine is so soft, and I bowed my head to you in front of you without any wind and rain. ."

Suddenly, Yiyang's heartfelt words melted into Lu He's heart unexpectedly, for a moment he forgot to be ashamed, let alone take out his hand, and let her hold it tightly.

The distance between the two was so close that Lu He could clearly see the red mark on Yiyang's neck that hadn't faded just by looking up. Almost got strangled by her hand.

Like a ghost, Lu He stepped forward with his other hand and touched it lightly--after noticing that Yiyang's hand holding his wrist trembled slightly, the sadness in his heart surged up again.

"Is it still in pain?" Lu He looked up at Yiyang, looking at the blurred and drunken eyes in front of him, thinking that Yiyang should cry again when he took the medicine, but how could she hold back tears that day?

Yi Yang looked down, frowned and said: "After meeting with the guests, I went back to my room. It was very hot in the wing room, so I changed my clothes. Why did I forget to fix my appearance..." She suddenly felt that she had missed the point He pursed his mouth, coughed lightly and turned around the topic, "You shouldn't have seen it."

Should Lu He not be allowed to see her scars, or should Lu He not be allowed to see her desire to please herself, or both?

Lu He remained silent, and Yi Yang blurted out in a flustered state: "You...don't worry----"

Worried? Will Lu He worry about himself?

Yiyang paused for a moment, then said: "Don't feel guilty, I slapped my skin with a light touch and it was a red mark, and now it doesn't hurt anymore. Besides, although I didn't intend to hurt Mr. Ju, Mr. Ju did because of I died, you beat me and scolded me, I admit it."

Lu He is also a careful person, discerning the subtle changes between the two sentences, felt a little distressed in his heart, shook his head and said: "Your Highness is wrong, I am more worried than guilty."

"When, really?" Just one word made Yiyang jump for joy, completely forgetting himself, and asked while the iron was hot, "You...do you agree?"

"Yes?" Lu He didn't realize it for a moment, took a closer look and hurriedly pulled out his hand, straightened the messy skirt, and said solemnly, "These two things are not related."

Xu's hand clenched into an empty fist was stagnant in the void, Yiyang stared at it for a long time, realized something, and smiled at Lu He: "I kiss you, but you can't hide or block, at least you don't hate me, the years are long and promising ,I'll hold."

"I don't hide or block, just to avoid overstepping."

Lu He hung his head, feeling extremely guilty.Yiyang smiled again, gently lifted her chin with his index finger, and tilted his head slightly: "Is that so? How about Mr. take off his clothes now and let me turn red?"

"...Your Highness!" Lu He tried his best to turn his head away, but he was completely blushed to the base of his neck because of this awkward posture, and said angrily, "Your Highness is my princess, with a body of golden branches and jade leaves, so I should be more cautious in my words and deeds! "

Yiyang chuckled: "Yes, sir, I know I was wrong."

After finishing speaking, he leaned closer for a few minutes, his eyes lingered on her slightly pursed lips for a while, and finally landed a light kiss on her left cheek, tasted it lightly like a dragonfly, closed his eyes slightly and pursed his lower lip, There is a smile on the corner of the mouth, like a dream come true, hearty and aftertaste.

Such a cautious Yiyang made Lu He's heart soften. After pondering for a moment, he looked at her sideways and said, "King Lu presented a court lady to His Majesty. It is said that she is quite similar to Empress Yici, and she has won His Majesty's favor." Fortunately, since ancient times, the bewitching words of relatives in the harem can easily shake the emperor's heart to establish a crown prince. His Highness and his compatriots in the East Palace are both prosperous and damaged. Your Highness should not be careless and risk your life for mere mere me. disaster."

It was originally a warm remonstrance, but Yiyang's heart warmed when he heard it, his peach eyes bent into crescents, he hugged Lu He's waist tightly, and buried his head on her chest: "You are worried about me."

It's not questioning but determination, the determination that makes her truly see death as home and fight to the death.

Lu He finally sighed, and forced himself out of Yiyang's embrace, stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, I am here today to celebrate your birthday, and to apologize for misunderstanding you that day. Even so, I Mister's bones are not yet cold, and her death is not completely unrelated to His Highness, I... can't get over the hurdle in my heart, so please Your Highness choose someone else."

Biyun Temple.

Qiaoqing brought a cup of tofu soup from the stove, put it on the wooden table, and was about to go back to work, but was called away by Jingci who was standing by the window.

Outside the window, in the snow, under the moonlight, there is a half-person-high snowman standing out from a piece of white snow, and it has already begun to take shape.Tangci in the brocade robe and jade belt took two short dead branches from nowhere and used them as eyes. Rou Ke in a kilt picked up a ball of snow from the ground, rubbed it into a ball in her palm, and placed it on the snowman's face. On, talk about the nose.

Tangci waited quietly for a moment, seeing her slender fingers loosen from Xue's nose, he rushed forward, took hold of the back of her hand, which was red from the frost and snow, wrapped it tightly, and brought it to his mouth to breathe hot air .Rou Ke didn't know what she had said to her, her face was full of smiles, the hot air she exhaled mixed with hers, lingering in the dark night, shrouding the two of them in the ambiguous warmth of the midwinter and early snow. in the breath.