Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Fu Ling stood still, watching the carriage carrying Xie Zhao gradually disappear from sight without moving.

Although he knew that the local officials would definitely not give Xie Zhao any face in order to curry favor with the censor.But when he thought that Xie Zhao was going to the far southwestern Quzhou, which was so far away, thousands of miles away, not only could he not be seen or heard, but it would be difficult to know whether he was in good health or not, Fu Ling still couldn't bear it. He let out a light sigh, with a hint of worry floating on his face.

Why he is a proton, why he is only a proton.

Fu Ling thought, if he wasn't the proton, would he be able to accompany Xie Zhao to Quzhou at this moment?

The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves fall on the shoulders and hair.

Fu Ling stood outside the city gate with black hair and black hair, his blue hair was blown by the wind and stuck to his jade-like cheek.He suddenly didn't realize it, and only looked at the direction where Xie Zhao was leaving from afar, with waves in his eyes.

Autumn is cool.

Qi Lan carefully took off the red leaves from his shoulders.

"Your Highness, Lord Xie has already left, and we should go back." He persuaded, "I see that the sky has turned gray and the wind has started to pick up. It is estimated that it will rain soon. You are not feeling well. , if it rains, it will inevitably be cold again."

It is going to rain?

Fu Ling was stunned, and subconsciously thought: If only it had rained just now, maybe Xie Zhao could be kept for a few more hours with the excuse of waiting for the rain to stop before leaving.

— But now Xie Zhao has left.

Fu Ling shook his head slightly, and sighed: "...It's still a little bit close."

What's wrong?

Qi Lan at the side was just about to ask this question, when Fu Ling finally shifted his pace, turned around and walked towards the city gate: "Thank you sir, we should go back now."

Finally, I stopped standing here and blowing the air!

Qi Lan immediately put his question behind him, bent his lips into a smile, and happily followed Fu Ling's footsteps.

Originally, he planned to go back to the house directly, but when the carriage drove through Songquan Street, Fu Ling suddenly asked the driver to stop the carriage, and only taught the driver and Qi Lan to wait on the carriage, but he got out of the carriage alone.

When he came back after waiting for a quarter of an hour, Qi Lan saw a warm bag of freshly baked sugar-fried chestnuts in his hand.

The aroma of roasted chestnuts filled the carriage, and this aroma reminded Qi Lan of Mr. Xie who had just left.

He sighed: "...You don't like sweets, don't you? Now that Mr. Xie is gone, you don't have to pretend that you like fried chestnuts. Why bother to buy fried chestnuts again?"

"...It's not too annoying now."

Fu Ling held the fried chestnuts in one hand, felt the warmth from his palm, and replied lightly: "And I don't want to eat fried chestnuts, it's just that it's a bit cold in autumn, so I use it to cover my hands."

It is only early autumn, not late winter; this is not a hand stove, but fried chestnuts in sugar that will cool down soon.

Qi Lan was speechless.

After returning to the house on Xueya Street, Fu Ling passed by the courtyard, and unconsciously became dazed again.

He remembered that it was in this yard that Xie Zhao once leaned on the wall and smiled at himself, stood on a tree and jumped down while holding his hand, and sat in the pavilion, listening carefully with his chin propped up and his head tilted. Play the piano by yourself.

Fu Ling remembered his clear and melodious laughter, the warm touch of his palms, and also remembered when he jumped down from the tree, his clothes fluttered, and the moonlight fell into his eyes. one of myself.

"Your Highness...?"

Qi Lan's shout sounded, pulling Fu Ling out of his memories.Under Qi Lan's surprised gaze, he coughed softly: "It's nothing. It's cold, let's go inside."

Although Xie Zhao left, the things he sent were still piled up on the desk.

Qi Lan said: "Your Highness, please sit down, I will find a box to store the things Mr. Xie gave you, so as not to accidentally lose or throw them away."

"I'll take care of it myself."

Fu Ling stuffed the candied chestnuts into Qi Lan's hands, "Go and sit beside me, and eat the candied chestnuts for me. It's still hot now, and it won't taste good after a while when it gets cold."

Qi Lan had already seen that he didn't trust him, so he could only sit aside helplessly, and depressedly peeled off a candied chestnut and put it in his mouth.

He thought: Because it was a gift from Mr. Xie, so even if it is such a small matter as packing things, does His Highness have to do it himself?

Standing in front of the desk, Fu Ling packed the items one by one in the order Xie Zhao sent them.

He packed up the books and music scores first, and then packed up other gadgets.Xie Zhao sent all kinds of things, and there was no pattern at all. Every time Fu Ling placed an item, he felt more satisfied.

Until he picked up a piece of jade pendant that Xie Zhao had given a few days ago.

The whole body of this jade pendant is emerald green, shiny and moist, and it is loosely tied with a red rope. When placed in the palm, it seems that you can still feel the warm touch of jade.

Jade is a good jade, and the pattern on the jade pendant is also fine. This thing is definitely not cheap, but Xie Zhao took it lightly and gave it to himself.

Fu Ling laughed, and put the trinkets that Yupei and Xie Zhao had given him recently into the box.

Qi Lan also saw this jade pendant given by Xie Zhao.

He asked softly: "Your Highness, why didn't you give your jade pendant to Lord Xie today?"

Fu Ling closed the box, stood there with downcast eyes, and laughed at himself after a while.

"...Probably timid."

Qi Lan looked at him quietly: "Have you ever thought that maybe the jade pendant that Mr. Xie gave you is the same as your desire to give him the jade pendant to thank you?"

Fu Ling never concealed anything from Qi Lan.

Qi Lan has been with him for so many years, and has witnessed with his own eyes that he has been reduced from a proud and noble prince to the current foreign hostage.During these years in the capital, he has been lonely and desolate, and he doesn't want to go back to Beiyan, nor does he want to make friends. He just huddles in this corner of Xueya Street, quiet and lonely.

All that changed this year.

Because Mr. Xie is here.

Regarding the fact that His Highness likes Mr. Xie, although he didn't want to believe it, Qi Lan had to believe it.

Because His Highness treats Lord Xie differently, he never even hides his concern for Lord Xie.That's why he refused to go back to Beiyan for the sake of Master Xie. Even if no one cares about the poor and deserted in the capital, he is willing to stay.

Just because there is Mr. Xie in the capital.

Knowing how great what His Highness gave up, Qi Lan hoped that His Highness would get what he wanted.

"... the same as mine?"

Fu Ling's fingertips trembled, and his heart beat faster for a moment.But soon, thinking of Xie Zhao's carefree character, he smiled wryly: "How is it possible, that person has always—"

The words froze.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Xie Zhao's words full of expectation when he left echoed in his ears again.

Fu Ling shook his hands, and let the guess in his heart grow up like a vine, entangled so that people's breathing became short of breath.He quickly opened the box, took out the things sent after the jade pendant, and put it on the table together with the jade pendant.

Jade pendant, ring finger, sachet, hosta.

Jade pendant, ring finger, sachet, hosta...

——Is it the same that Mr. Xie gave you the jade pendant, and you want to give him the jade pendant to thank you?

"...Maybe so."

Fu Ling stared blankly at these small objects in front of him, feeling his heart beating like a drum, and the hammer was deafening.

"But...it could also be a coincidence."

So how do you prove that all this is not a coincidence?

Holding the jade pendant that he hadn't given away, Fu Ling stood up abruptly, and calmly said to Qi Lan, "I'm going to Mr. Xie's house."

"You want to find that purse?"

Qi Lan quickly understood his intention.He looked at Fu Ling who was frowning tightly, and said hesitantly: "But, Mr. Xie has left, and there is no master at home, how can His Highness enter Mr. Xie's house?"

Fu Ling's eyebrows were sharp: "How to enter?"

He raised his eyes and said calmly: "Of course it's the method of thanking your lord."

Thank you sir for the method? !

Thinking of Mr. Xie's method, Qi Lan almost smashed the candied chestnuts on the ground.

After his feet landed on the ground again, Fu Ling patted the dust that didn't exist on the hem of his clothes, straightened up, turned around and looked at Qi Lan who was still on the wall hesitating whether to jump off, and said, "I'll come as soon as I go."

Where is Xie Zhao's house, of course Fu Ling knows.

He had no time to care about the shocked gazes of the sweeping servants he met on the way, and strode straight to his destination.When he got to the house where Xie Zhao lived, recalling what Bingwen had said, he came to the window and saw a blue purse with bamboo pattern on it.

Xie Zhao was hesitant to say but stopped. What exactly was the thing he wanted to give him?

Could this thing be the kind of thing he thought of?

Fu Ling closed his eyes, and finally picked up the blue purse slowly.

The rain was pattering.

Bingwen took Xie Zhao to the pavilion with an umbrella, and said puzzled, "It's not raining heavily, and the coachman said it won't affect the journey, so why do you have to come here to take shelter from the rain?"

Seeing that Xie Zhao didn't reply to his words, but just stood quietly and looked towards the direction of the capital, Bingwen sensed something was wrong: "You don't want to wait for someone, do you?"

He couldn't figure it out: Young Master Pei and Lord Liao had important matters to attend to today, so they really couldn't get away to see you off, and the third prince, whom you regarded as a confidant, had already come to see him off.If he is really waiting for someone, who is the young master waiting for?

Xie Zhao himself didn't know why he asked the coachman to stop.

There is a thought in the dark telling him: stop, he wants to wait for someone here, the person he is thinking of.

This feeling is inexplicable.

Xie Zhao looked at the path in the rain and fog in confusion, and asked himself: Will he really come?

The raindrops formed a line and fell obliquely.Xie Zhao stood in the pavilion, staring intently at the way he came from, and he was reluctant to close his eyes halfway.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe a moment, maybe a cup of tea, or a stick of incense.When his eyes were sour, Xie Zhao finally heard the sound of horseshoes splashing in the pond.

In the rain and mist, someone was drenched and came galloping on a horse.

Bingwen opened his mouth unconsciously.

Seeing Fu Ling, who was dressed in black, get off his horse, throw away his whip with cold eyes, and walk towards the pavilion, he trembled unconsciously, and hurriedly led the coachman back to the carriage, leaving the pavilion to the Fu Ling and Xie Zhao.

Pulling the coachman who was curiously poking his head out to look around, Bingwen coughed pretendingly: "Our young master still has something that the third prince came here to deliver, so don't think too much about it."

In the pavilion, Xie Zhao stared blankly at Fu Ling, stumbled and said, "Your Highness, why don't you come back with an umbrella?" He said softly, "The autumn rain is cool...you are not in good health, and you get cold easily."

Fu Ling's black hair had long been soaked by the rain, and a strand of hair stuck to his cheek. The jet-black hair contrasted sharply with his jade-like cold white skin. After being soaked by the rain, he showed an amazing look. Come handsome.

The clothes were wet from the rain, and the rain dripped down the clothes and fell to the ground, making a ticking sound.

His brows and eyes were cold, and regardless of his own distress, he just put the blue purse in front of Xie Zhao's eyes, looked at Xie Zhao closely, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xie Zhao, is this a gift you want to give me?"

Since he had already got the purse and came here in the rain, he naturally understood what he meant.

Xie Zhao's heart tightened, he lowered his eyes to look at him, and did not deny it: "...Yes."

Fu Ling had already looked at the contents of the purse, but he still knew why and asked calmly, "What's in it?"

"...It's red beans."

Fu Ling smiled.

Xie Zhao lowered his head, didn't see his smile, and could only hear his emotionless question.

"Why did Mr. Xie give me red beans?" His tone was distant and indifferent, "Do you want me to make red bean cake or red bean soup with these red beans? I know Mr. Xie loves sweets."

He clearly knows!

He clearly knew his intention to give red beans!

Xie Zhao heard that he was calling himself to thank you, and deliberately said a lot of red beans, but felt annoyed in his heart, and couldn't help raising his eyes to stare at him, and said harshly: "Why should I send Your Highness Red Bean?"

He looked coldly at Fu Ling in front of him: "Since your Highness has never heard that poem, just return the things to me, so why bother to be sarcastic."

which poem?

Naturally, it is the lovesickness: Red beans are grown in the southern country, and a few branches will grow in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

Fu Ling read this sentence in a low voice, then suddenly smiled, and looked at Xie Zhao with a smile: "This thing is the most lovesick..."

This smile melted like ice and snow, and the smile spread from the corners of the eyes and brows, and the chill of autumn seemed to be dispelled by his smile, leaving only the lazy warmth.

"I've heard of it."

At the moment when Xie Zhao was in a trance, Fu Ling chuckled lightly, raised his hand and tapped Xie Zhao's forehead lightly, and called out his name gently and slowly: "Xie Zhao, I have heard this poem before."

Xie Zhao bumped into his eyes and felt that he had seen spring.

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感谢在2020-06-3002:29:10~2020-07-0101:06:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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