The Dream of Two Lives Blooms and the King Returns

In a blink of an eye, more than two months have passed.

Tomorrow is the day for the academy to rest.Wen Qingyi was arranging the books, always looking at the gloomy and noble man under the window from time to time, looking hesitant to speak.

"Be careful, it will cause internal injury." Murong Qingjue didn't have the heart to read, so he simply put the book away and turned to look at him.

ah!Wen Qingyi stared at his clear eyes dully, and was stared at by Qing Jue's cold eyes, looking extremely uncomfortable, "I...I..."

"What do you want to say?" He took a step closer to him, his tone a little displeased

"I want to say...how about you walking with me tomorrow?" He said, so he clenched his hands unconsciously, he was very nervous!He was so nervous that even his breathing was cold, and there was a little sweat in his hair.

Murong Qingjue's pupils suddenly constricted, and a cold air was exuding from his whole body. He took another step closer, but this time Wen Qingyi took a step back!

"I have no other meaning. Although we know each other, I also know your current identity, so you can rest assured that I will not let other people know our relationship." He said the words like pouring beans! "I just think the capital city is quite far away, and I'm worried that Die Che will be exhausted, so I want to invite you and Die Che to visit me..."

"When did you care about her so much?" He quietly interrupted what he hadn't finished speaking, and walked in front of him, and the man retreated to the corner with nowhere to go.

"I... this is what I want to talk to you about! But, these days, you always avoid me" Fuck!grass!grass!Wen Qingyi has been shouting in her heart, he has always died in an aura in his life...

Dodge...does he have one?From that day when he saw them standing in the dazzling shadows, he still couldn't help but pull Die Che's sleeve gently and compassionately.The mood that made him just wake up was like being severely pulled away!That sense of loss made him unable to control himself, so he didn't understand why this happened?

"Xiao Jue" Wen Qingyi slowly raised her head, seeing his somewhat relaxed expression, she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Do you want to talk about Die Che with me?" Soon he regained his usual sharp eyes, and Wen Qingyi's heart skipped a beat again!With a sound, he lowered his head guiltily.

"Ok!"

"Don't touch my bottom line." He wanted to turn around, but was held by a warm hand... The man held his hand carefully, and the sweaty palm was still shaking!

"Why don't you always listen to me finish my words?"

"Because I know the answer"

"I don't believe it!" He suddenly made up his mind, his eyes glowed faintly, and he held his hand a little coquettishly.

Murong Qingjue stared blankly at that white and tender hand, without saying a word.

"How about we take a gamble? If you lose, you can accompany me home when you take a rest?" He bit the last few words very lightly, with a little hope in his eyes, and there was still a faint light at the end of his eyes .Murong Qingjue withdrew his hand from a man as elegant as snow to make such an expression, and nodded calmly!But his heart rate kept accelerating, and he began to feel uneasy.

"Listen up!"

Murong Qing despaired at his solemn expression, a little confused, but couldn't help but smile in his heart!I don't know why I laugh?

He said, "I have a crush on Die Che! But I care more about Xiaojue's feelings, so I will only consider Die Che as my younger sister from now on."

If I knew from the beginning that it was just hurt in the end, why didn't I turn this love into family affection!He smiled bitterly in his heart, seeing the gloom between Murong Qingjue's brows slowly dissipating, his mood immediately improved a bit!

"It's so good!" He couldn't help frowning again.

"Then take a rest tomorrow, do you want to..."

"Xiu Mu?" He muttered these two words, and fell silent for a while!

"What's the matter? The dignified Prime Minister's son doesn't admit it?" He deliberately raised his voice, but was swept away by Murong Qingjue's cold gaze, and felt that he had no confidence.

"Then it's up to you!" He was discouraged and was about to fall asleep, but was pulled back by a cold hand...

"I mean it's better to leave now!" When he said this, his face was serious, Wen Qingyi thought she heard it wrong!There are only boats coming and going at the ferry here every morning, and even if there are boats, there are no boatmen at this moment.

"My elder brother and my second elder brother will have a hundred days. Die Che will return home to help arrange for the female family members in the mansion. Nanfeng and Amu will also go there to pay homage. If I don't leave at this time tomorrow, I'm afraid I will lose my trust in you." In fact He would never have gone back!For more than ten years, the play of mother kindness, son filial piety, brotherhood and brotherhood is over, and the curtain has come to an end. What bargaining chip does that woman have to contend with him now?

Hundred days!Wen Qingyi suddenly thought that his two elder brothers died in accidents, and the next holiday would be exactly [-] days. According to the customs of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the coffin should be suspended for [-] days, and the guests would be notified at the time of the burial. On the day of the burial, the funeral ceremony would be held first , Read out the gifts (chariots, silk, money, etc.) presented by all parties.And Murong Qingjue, as the only male in the prime minister's mansion, will go back tomorrow to accompany his parents and arrange matters in the mansion.

But at this time, he made such a request to Murong Qingjue?A chill hit him from head to toe and he almost couldn't stand still. If this matter got to the ears of outsiders, he couldn't get rid of the suspicion of bewitching, so his face was not pretty.

Murong Qing held his gradually cold hand without saying a word, and smiled teasingly.

"Then it's better next time! Don't make you be condemned because of me." He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Murong Qingjue didn't let him go.Abducting the son of the prime minister's mansion, this crime is not light!He was dragged to the ferry in a daze, and jumped into a small boat.

The moon was dim, and the wind blew across her cheeks, blowing her long hair.The man in black hides in the darkness, indifferently rolling up his sleeves and propping up a simple boat pole.

I don't know if the moonlight at night is too soft or there is something wrong with Wen Qingyi's eyes?There was a peaceful smile on the man's face, full of ease of fleeing, where did he see the slightest bit of anger?It seems that he is just a noble and noble young master, lingering in the smoke and water.The end is chic and handsome, with a peerless demeanor, watching Wen Qingyi still seems like a dream...

He deftly pushed the boat away from the ferry, making the boat go down the current, and waited for the boat to sail smoothly before turning around to look at Wen Qingyi who was like a puppet.

"You don't have to be so nervous, I won't go back without you"

He took out a white towel from his cuffs, wiped his hands and threw it into the river. The evening wind blew against his face, and his expression returned to the coldness that permeated his bones.

"If you don't go back tomorrow, you will be accused of being unfilial. I thought I was really honored?" He laughed at himself, trying to make the atmosphere easier!In fact, Murong Qingjue really hooked the corners of his lips

"You can have this honor, at least now I am willing to take you with me." He softened his tone when he said this, and the broken pieces carried a little bit of charm in the evening wind.

"That's... that's great!" He smiled sweetly with his head bowed to himself, and lit the bow of the ship with a flint.The night is quiet, the river is lonely, his smile is as warm as jade, and the river wind slaps his clothes, dancing like a fairy in the water.Murong Qing's heart froze as he watched desperately, and then his heart beat faster. He lowered his head and covered his chest!However, the old disease did not recur, and he began to understand that this feeling can only be felt when he is with him.

There is a faint sweet smell in the air, and the ship lights are reflected in the dark night.The lights on the other shore were blazing, that person was as pure as water, gentle and modest, I am afraid that no one in this world can match his demeanor.

Murong Qing's heart moved with despair, it seems that keeping him is not a very annoying thing, at least he doesn't want to kill him yet.

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I always wonder if the progress is too fast, and I will refine it later