Don't Wait for Your Boyfriend in the Crematorium

As early as the prince Kaimeng, Jiang Qingyue was sent to the palace as a companion when she was just over four years old.

It's pink and tender, it's like a little tail by Ren Shuhan's side, it's so cute, anyone who sees it wants to hug and kiss.

"Don't be rude." But Xiao Ren Shuhan was very protective, and no one would kiss him.

Jiang Qingyue was annoyed by being kissed, so she hid behind Ren Shuhan.

"Why are you so domineering?" Lu Yan's direct brother was ten years older than Lu Yan, and he was already able to tease his younger brother. He wanted to pinch Jiang Qingyue's cheek every now and then, "Is it possible for you to kiss alone?"

Xiao Ren Shuhan nodded slowly.

Jiang Qingyue also said childishly: "If I have a marriage contract with the Second Highness, I can only be kissed by him alone."

Everyone was amused by him.

The baby kiss that was originally planned seemed to be casual, but seeing the two children hit it off so well, the queen finalized the matter: "When Qingyue was in charge of Zhou, she would hold on to Yan'er. Let us Lu Yan'er be a little princess."

Jiang Qingyue lowered her head shyly, and Ren Shuhan tightened his grip on his little hand.

At that time, Jiang Zhe's original wife was still alive. Although Jiang Qingyue was raised by her side, compared with her own children, she would naturally be far more distant from Jiang Qingyue. brother.

So the two children became the closest people to each other.

Ren Shuhan led him wherever he went, slept together during lunch break, and let Jiang Qingyue live in the palace when the schoolwork was heavy, and slept with him.

When he was twelve or thirteen years old, on the Ghost Festival, Ren Shuhan secretly took Jiang Qingyue out of the palace to watch the lanterns, and when he turned around to buy a sugar figurine, he ran into a prodigal son who was molesting Jiang Qingyue, and asked, "Which little lady is pretending to be a girl?" Men's".

That boy was more than a head taller than Ren Shuhan, and he brought several servants with him, but his face was swollen from the beating in the end.

Ren Shuhan led Jiang Qingyue for a walk under an empty bridge. He ran in a panic, with a strand of hair falling on his forehead, and his clothes were a little messy. The guard found out."

Jiang Qingyue felt happy when she saw him stand up for her, and she lowered her head and sniggered.

Ren Shuhan, who was raised in the deep palace since he was a child, was very well-behaved, a little introverted and dull, and would only ask him stupidly: "Did it hurt you?"

"No." Jiang Qingyue pointed her shoulder with her finger, "He pushed me here."

Ren Shuhan reached out his hand clumsily and wiped his clothes: "It's not dirty, is it?"

Jiang Qingyue shook her head, originally worried that he would dislike her being touched by someone, but now she is completely relieved, but the place touched by him became inexplicably hot.

That year Jiang Qingyue thought: He likes me.

Later, they went out of the palace to play a few times together, heard many stories, saw many scenery, and gave each other a bunch of gadgets.

Compared with Ren Shuhan who was appointed king and left the palace on the fifteenth day, Jiang Qingyue has less freedom when she grows up, and she can only wait at home and count the days until he comes to find her.

The gentlemen don't ask much for an idle prince. Jiang Qingyue, as a companion, is usually only responsible for covering Ren Shuhan who is dozing off.

On the contrary, the homework that Jiang Qingyue is not good at, such as archery and imperial defense, was taught by Ren Shuhan personally, and he used these excuses to take him out for outings, rowing and playing polo.

Jiang Qingyue doesn't like his favorite games very much, but loves to watch him play.

Young people are like a jade tree facing the wind, with fresh clothes and angry horses, attracting people's attention wherever they go. Every time Jiang Qingyue is thrown a handkerchief or fruit, she will throw all her brains on Ren Shuhan, because she is too shy to buy flowers for herself. He could only pretend that he didn't want it before throwing it to him.

Occasionally, Jiang Qingyue mustered up her courage and mixed her own handkerchief into it. Even if it was blown away by the wind, Ren Shuhan would find it in a pile of handkerchiefs without fail, and chased after her, grabbed it, and put it in her arms. inside.

"Whatever is given to me is mine." Ren Shuhan said seriously.

Jiang Qingyue blushed and turned her head, thinking: When can I give him myself?

It was so hard to wait until the age of marriage, but unfortunately, he caught up with the national filial piety twice, and soon Ren Shuhan became the regent, and Jiang Qingyue heard some bad voices.

"A concubine in the Jiang family, can he become Princess Qin?"

"I think the side room is okay."

Such rumors were self-defeating because of Ren Shuhan's several visits.

He still likes me, I knew that, when Ren Shuhan used the excuse of being a guest to visit him again and again, Jiang Qingyue thought that he is a very long-term lover.

And he looks better the longer he grows.

With a tall and straight figure, a broad chest, and more and more outstanding looks, Jiang Qingyue no longer dared to peek at her all the time, she was afraid that she couldn't help herself, and she was a little proud in her heart: Such a person actually likes me.

Until one day two years ago, Jiang Qingci accidentally appeared in front of Ren Shuhan.

That day, Ren Shuhan had just returned from Mobei, and brought some things to the Prime Minister's mansion. Just as Jiang Qingci went to a nearby temple to pray for blessings, and just entered the door, the two met at the door.

Ren Shuhan was stunned, and Jiang Qingyue, who ran out as soon as he heard him coming, was also stunned.

It turned out that this is what I like.

Jiang Qingyue thought to herself, so all the kindness he treated me before was just like treating a younger brother.

He retreated quietly to his room, feeling a pain in his chest.

Jiang Qingyue didn't want to believe it, and always told herself that maybe he just came here often and never saw Jiang Qingci before, so he took a second look at Jiang Qingci's words, but for some reason, this picture was like a nail, It has been nailed into his heart, making him have to admit - he doesn't love him.

The script only belongs to the two real male protagonists, and the foreshadowing was laid here without hesitation.

Two years later, King Qin suddenly became seriously ill.

The Holy Majesty was concerned and sent an imperial doctor to diagnose that he would never be able to get out of bed for the rest of his life. The court immediately reshuffled the cards. To show his loyalty, the Prime Minister immediately regretted the marriage and decided to send the unfavored eldest son to Chongxi, saying that it would be more honorable to be a legitimate son. , Longyan Joy.

Jiang Qingyue didn't know what was going on, so she nodded.

He was anxious, distressed, and wanted to cry, but he couldn't speak, and couldn't shed tears.

Where the person he loves is there, if he suffers alone, even if he doesn't love him, so what?

How much he wants to go to his side to accompany him, take care of him, tell him it's okay, you are still as good-looking as before, I still like you as before, we will be together forever, I marry you, you take off the hijab, move No, it’s okay, I hold your hand, just like you held my hand and taught me archery when I was a child, I will be willing for the rest of my life, I can also chew and feed you, wipe your body for you, massage you, and groom you hair.

But his lips were sealed by fate, and he couldn't speak a word.

Jiang Qingyue had imagined countless times, wearing a red wedding dress, marrying him, kissing his lips, and hugging him tightly, but now she can only watch others go out in a sedan chair.

Can brother take good care of you?Jiang Qingyue wants to ask her childhood sweetheart, you like him, but does he like you?

Elder brother has always been indifferent to everything, and also has some cleanliness. Will he despise him who can't move?Jiang Qingyue wondered impatiently in her heart, if her elder brother inadvertently showed dislike and fear, would it hurt his self-esteem?If he can't cook well, is there anyone in the house who can use him? Will he not be able to eat well or wear warm clothes?

But even though his heart had already gone to the Prince Qin's mansion, his body couldn't move a single step, he couldn't even get out of the door of his own room.

Please, no matter who it is, Jiang Qingyue thought in her heart, as long as it allows me to say what I want to say in my heart.

If only it would allow me to see him one last time.

But no one responded.

In fact, even wanting to shed a tear for the one he loves has become an extravagant wish.

……

Although the memories of this period were only set up, they were so dark that when the system came into her mind, Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but collapsed on the quilt and covered her chest, feeling her heart ache so much that her fingers were sore.

The memories of the previous lives gradually smoothed this pain, and gradually, only sadness remained.

None of this is true.He let out a sigh of relief.

It's true that he likes me.

It's true that he's coming to marry me.

"Baby," on the night of the bridal chamber, the man he had always admired since he was a child took out the red hijab from behind him. Although some women in this world might only use it when they get married, they put it on his head jokingly and childishly. He opened one corner, half-kneeled in front of him, looked at him from bottom to top and said, "I'm here to marry you."

He smiled, but Jiang Qingyue cried.

Ren Shuhan was at a loss for a while, and threw off the hijab: "Baby, what's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Qingyue hugged his neck tightly with her arms and stuck to him, but couldn't help sobbing.

After a long time, he could vaguely say a word of complaint.

"You promised to marry me a long time ago."

Ren Shuhan immediately pleaded guilty and begged for mercy, kissing the tears on his cheek: "I'm late, baby, it's my fault."

"It's not your fault," Jiang Qingyue shook her head and said, "I shouldn't take it seriously."

Ren Shuhan was confused and anxious, and crumpled the clothes of the baby in his arms: "What shouldn't be taken seriously? It must be taken seriously!"

Jiang Qingyue held his face and looked at him with distressed eyes: "Do you know that life is just a play, you are the hero, but I am just a supporting role."

"I know, but I don't care." Ren Shuhan smiled and wiped away his tears.

Jiang Qingyue's tears were still silently rolling down her face, she asked him softly, "Why, why are you so kind to me?"

Ren Shuhan was very distressed when he saw it, and wanted to put him on the tip of his heart, but he smiled helplessly: "I just married a peerless beauty I like, why do I treat you well? It's too easy for you Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Qingyue still shook her head, raised her pear blossom rain-like face, and said twitchingly: "I'm talking about the original world. You said you would marry me a long, long, long time ago. Just treat me very well, very well."