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When Qiao Yu woke up, the sky was groggy and almost dark.He turned over on the cool bed, sat up halfway, propped the window lattice with one hand, and saw the red clouds piled up in the sky, revealing a vague light, and the locust tree was covered with green leaves, verdant and dense, as soon as the wind blew, rustle.

It is midsummer.

Qiao Yu's birthday was when the apricot blossoms bloomed in Chunri. He lived in the East Palace for three years, and spent another six years in the Taiqing Palace.

Lying at the foot of the bed on New Year's Eve, when he heard the movement on the bed, he jumped into Qiao Yu's arms on tiptoe. It was a young and strong cat, raised by Qiao Yu with the same temperament as himself. The cat, tossing and tossing endlessly, Qiao Yu was woken up by it, laughing and rubbing its belly.

Jing Yan pushed open the door, walked to Qiao Yu's side, sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and grabbed his bare and snow-white instep exposed outside the quilt, and frowned inadvertently, "Why is it so cold, did you kick the quilt again?"

They had lived together for six years and had become almost as close as one person.

Qiao Yu was still very ticklish, struggled uncontrollably, raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes and said nonsense without blushing, "Why, am I so greedy for cold? When I sleep, the quilt is tightly covered, Your Highness If you don’t see it, you will be innocent.”

Jing Yan tilted his head, and all his sizing eyes fell on Qiao Yu.

It's different from the first meeting when I was nine years old, and it's different from the reunion when I was 12 years old. Now Qiao Yu has grown up, he has grown from a teenager to a young man, and he has fully grown.

Qiao Yu is still very white, compared with when she was a child, her chin is a bit sharper, but her eyes are more round, like a deer, and most of the time they are wet.Maybe it was because he just woke up and was too white, the corners of his eyes were faintly blush, and he looked gentle and affectionate.His skin is fair, and his long hair is black, probably too pure, but he looks a little bland, but his lips are red, the color is too bright, and it is a bit abrupt when compared with the skin.

But as long as he half-closes his eyes, as long as he looks at something, looking at Jing Yan, there seems to be a light of tenderness flowing in his eyes, which is very beautiful and very moving.

Jing Yan looked at him for a long time without moving his eyes, and then let go of his hand after a while, and said slowly: "Cover the heat, don't take it out again. It should rain these days, don't think you won't get sick in summer , heat and cold are more difficult."

Maybe it's because of his age, Qiao Yu hasn't been sick much in recent years, he has been pretending to be a little eunuch and stayed in the palace for a long time, and he has seen many eunuchs and maids who are sick, they are thrown to the northwest corner If he doesn't care about his side room, he will not dare to get sick.

Qiao Yu begged Jing Yan to build the cool bed.Every year in midsummer, the scorching sun scorched and the heat was steaming, but the Department of Dianji took all the ice cubes from the Taiqing Palace.In winter, there is no coal to freeze to death, and in summer, no ice cubes are sent, at most, it is difficult to sleep.

Qiao Yu was young and couldn't stand the heat, so Jing Yan built a summer bed by the shaded window of his house. With the window open, the cool breeze blew in, which was considered cool. The mattress was also made into a pillow screen, and the covered tulle was painted with a branch of peach blossom, dotted with a few touches of red, which was Qiao Yu's handwriting.

Qiao Yu was so bored, he glanced at the sky and suggested, "It's not time for dinner yet, why don't we play a game of chess."

Taiqing Palace is deserted and deserted, it is such a big place, Qiao Yu is no longer a child, she runs around like she was a child, most of the time she practices painting, sometimes she also plays chess with Jing Yan.

Qiao Yu's chess was also taught by Jing Yan. He had only played against Jing Yan before, so he didn't know what level he was. Anyway, he had never won a game.Sometimes he really wanted to taste what it was like to win chess, but he didn't want to let his opponent let go. He begged Jing Yan for a long time, but Jing Yan couldn't do anything with him.

But he doesn't care much about winning or losing, he just likes to pass the time with Jing Yan.

Sure enough, Qiao Yu lost one game after another, and his eyes were red at the end of the loss. It's one thing not to care, but another thing to lose too much.

It was already dark, and when it was time for dinner, Jing Yan wanted to clean up the chessboard and get out of bed to serve food, but Qiao Yu grabbed his sleeve by the sleeves, like a gambler who has lost his eyes, and would not allow the winner to leave.

He said: "There is no reason to leave when you win! Don't leave, let's play another round."

Jing Yan turned his head. He was tall and his back was much longer than Qiao Yu's, so he could see Qiao Yu's whole body at a glance.

It was too hot in summer, Qiao Yu was only wearing a light green shirt, green and light green, the neckline was half open, and her snow-white and slender neck was completely exposed, so white that it almost glistened.

It took Jing Yan a long time to look away, with a smile in his eyes, he propped his forehead and asked him, letting him make trouble for no reason, teasing: "Then what should we do? In another round, you will lose and I will win. What's the point?"

Qiao Yu was furious. He didn't know that the crown prince looked down on him so much. After thinking about it for a long time, he came up with an idea, "Then make a bet! It must be interesting to make a bet."

Jing Yan became interested, and asked slowly: "Then what are you betting on?"