The reborn prince is hard to raise

Seeing that Gu Mingheng was looking at him in a daze, Lu Chengning smiled and said indulgently, "How many years have passed, Ah Heng has become more and more like a child." Shen Ci's voice seemed to contain the fragrance of flowers.

In his unclear memories about his childhood, almost all of them were occupied by Gu Mingheng.

Among the many palaces in the East Palace, there is his aura in every corner.When he recalled that period of time, he always felt that his Ah Heng was an omnipotent existence.As long as he was by his side, he would not feel the slightest malice or pain.

But in comparison, he prefers that Aning stands in front of him with such a relaxed demeanor, not worrying about chores, not bothering about tricks.

He wanted to protect him, the man who had created a pure world for himself.

Feeling the familiar knuckles lightly touching his face, Gu Mingheng suddenly came back to his senses, and broke into Lu Chengning's sight all at once. "A-Ning..." He subconsciously called out.

The shadows of the branches on the side fell on the face and clothes of the person opposite, like light ink patterns, vague and luxurious.Gu Mingheng suddenly found that he was fascinated by him more times today, and he was secretly annoyed, but he didn't know how to respond to his words.

"Okay, let's go, even if it's a spring night, it's a bit cool." Lu Chengning smiled and sighed when he saw his appearance, and naturally took his hand and interlocked his fingers.The wide sleeves of the two are intertwined, like brocade flowers stacked.

The lights on both sides of the road stretched, and the flames flickered in the hollowed-out stone lamp holders, winding all the way to the door of the bedroom.The two held hands, and the arcs of the hems of the clothes that swayed with their footsteps seemed to overlap. They walked slowly in the light night wind, and even the coldness in the night fog was greatly reduced.

It was already halfway through the night, and the silver light of the moon was falling on the eaves and window sills one after another.There was moonlight falling from the half-open window sill, and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Gu Mingheng looked at the direction of the window sill absent-mindedly, and felt that although the brocade was blocking the chill, his heart seemed to be cracked, and a continuous chill gradually surged up, making the whole heart rootless.

A pair of hands suddenly wrapped around his waist, his arms were strong and warm.Gu Mingheng moved his body slightly, got closer, and asked in a low voice, "But did you wake up Aning?" He didn't turn his head, but subconsciously leaned against the chest behind him, and the heartbeats of the two were heard in an instant. confluence.

"No." Lu Chengning shook his head, as his long black hair rubbed against each other, he made a clear voice in the dark night.He slowly reached under Gu Mingheng's clothes with one hand, the delicate and tight texture made people unwilling to move away, he gently comforted him, and said, "It's just that Ah Heng hasn't fallen asleep since the beginning, and I'm a little worried."

As he spoke, he sniffed the smell in his hair, it was very intimate.

I don't know if it's because the moonlight on a spring night is too beautiful, or the skin-to-skin contact between the two has no barrier, so that Gu Mingheng almost blurted out that he returned to the age of 11 in this life.

But the words came to his lips, but he couldn't pour them out.

——The memory of the previous life made me almost always live under the shadow and constant urging and spurs. Over the years, I often had nightmares, or was terrified that the ending of the two would be like the previous life. No matter what, my heart was never at ease.

If you tell Aning, it will only add more worries.Saying it makes both of them worry, so it's better to remember it alone.

After a pause, he changed another way of saying, "I just had a dream the day before yesterday. I dreamed that Aning was deposed, I was imprisoned in a dungeon, and Uncle Wang became the emperor's younger brother." His tone was very peaceful. Light, as if there is no emotion.The voice resounded faintly in the darkness, and there was a hint of prophecy in the rhythm of the tone.

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking, but he felt a little nervous in his heart - such words, which seem to be true or false, came out without thinking. Although it was indeed the end of the previous life, he didn't know that Lu Chengning would respond to his words. I don't know what kind of reaction I have, and I don't know that I am so desperate to tell the secrets hidden in my heart, but it is appropriate.

The moonlight is cool, and the leaves on the ground melt into the moonlight, like carps in the water, floating slowly.

Lu Chengning didn't let go of his hand holding him, and it took a long time before he heard his voice, "I won't." Those three simple words made Gu Mingheng's heart, which had been throbbing for the middle of the night, suddenly calm down.It seems to have magical power, which is enough to be believed.

"Mmm." Gu Mingheng's nasal voice was shallow, he tossed and turned over, facing Lu Chengning's face, the corners of his lips were slightly visible in the darkness.He put one arm around Lu Chengning's neck, and his tone softened, "The depression in my heart suddenly dissipated." He leaned against his chest while speaking.

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat made him gradually feel drowsy.

At some point, the young crown prince who stood on the bridge to welcome him into the palace had grown into a man he could rely on.

"Well, go to sleep, I'm here." Lu Chengning kissed his forehead lightly, held him tightly in his arms, leaned his head against his head, and after a while, Gu Mingheng's light voice came from his ear Nose, presumably fell asleep.

Lu Chengning felt the weight on his arms, stared at the darkness for a long time before closing his eyes, feeling at ease.

The moonlight shines outside the window, and the flowers and leaves make shadows.

the next morning.

Gu Mingheng sat alone in the Chongwen Hall writing a letter to Ning Wuyi, and Lu Chengning went to Hanyuan Hall just after dawn.The crown prince has reached the year of coronation, since the beginning of the year, Lu Chengning has been in court to listen to the government, and the classes in the Chongwen Hall have also stopped.

But no matter it is Gu Mingheng, Mu Hanjiang and Xie Yunhong, they would go to the Chongwen Museum almost every day to discuss current affairs, or play the piano and paint.And if he came back early after the court, Lu Chengning would also come over, talk about the current situation in the court and discuss it together.

This has become a habit shared by the four of them.

Gradually, someone's voice came, Gu Mingheng didn't pay attention to it at first, but later found something was wrong.Usually, the two of them walked together talking and laughing, or bickering while walking, but today it was extremely abnormal.

"Ah Hong—Ah Hong, I really don't have one!" Xie Yunhong's water-colored robes hurried across the ground, and Mu Hanjiang followed him all the way into the wooden sill of the Chongwen Museum, his tone very hasty.He wanted to reach out and grab Xie Yunhong's sleeve, but he stopped his hand when he saw his expressionless face.

Even if he usually angered him, he still had to take care of himself.But this time, his expression was not obvious, but his eyes were frozen.

Are you really ignoring me?

Mu Hanjiang stood at the door, watching Xie Yunhong stand behind the desk, rolled up his sleeves and began to write.His expression was the same as usual, but a little more cold.

He didn't know how to get him to look at him, so he just said in a low voice, "Ah Hong, I really didn't mention marriage to my father, I mentioned marriage, I don't want to get married..." His voice was a little soft, at this moment Looking at Xie Yunhong, the word "Ahong" was wronged and cautious, as if he was worried that he would not even allow himself to be called by this name.

Mu Hanjiang, who was dressed in neat clothes, stood at the door, his whole body breathed down. He looked at Xie Yunhong who was only a few steps away, but he didn't dare to approach him.

Gu Mingheng who was on the side paused for a moment while holding the ink pen, and the thick ink on the tip of the pen condensed into beads and fell onto the rice paper.Looking at the ink blots that slowly faded away, he felt his heart sank—is it still the case?

Mu Hanjiang has already been crowned, and according to the practice of the aristocratic family in the capital, it is considered rare for them to be unmarried at this time.But considering that his parents and elder brother are all in Yanyun, such a situation is reasonable.But now that the Mu family has returned to Beijing, all parties have their sights on the Mu family who holds military power and controls Yanyun.Mu Hanying and Mu Hanyi are both married, so there is only one Mu Hanjiang left in the direct line of the Mu family.

Thinking about it, General Mu might have mentioned it, but somehow Xie Yunhong heard it.

The Chongwen Museum was extremely silent for a while, and the sound of the pen tip scribing across the paper could be faintly heard.Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of "pa", and the holder of the ink pen that Xie Yunhong was holding on to was pulled off and fell onto the desk.

He still maintains the posture of lowering his head and looking at the paper, holding the remaining half of the ink pen in his hand, no one can see his expression clearly.The white jade-like knuckles gripped the pen tightly and never let go.

Mu Hanjiang looked at Xie Yunhong worriedly, and took two steps towards him, "Ah Hong..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped when he saw Xie Yunhong who straightened up suddenly, and only heard him say, "If you want to marry a wife, go for it." His eyes that were always shining like water were covered with snow. On the surface of the lake, he put the pen holder in his hand on the table and walked towards the door.The clothes swayed and fell apart.

When passing by Mu Hanjiang's side, he said calmly, "I will never drink your wedding wine!"

At that moment, with his back to Mu Hanjiang, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Proud as him, but shed tears.

There was a whimpering sound outside the window, Mu Hanjiang stood there for a long time before moving, and walked to Xie Yunhong's desk.On the case, a piece of white paper was pressed with jade paper, and the ink stains on it were messy. In the end, the stroke broke halfway and broke on an ink stain.Tiny ink dots splashed on Xuexuan, blinding the eyes in an instant.Not far away is a writing brush that was snapped off by a finger.

Mu Hanjiang put his hand between the handwriting, and his fingertips touched a burst of wetness, and a faint ink stain was printed on his fingertips, as if it would never disappear again.

"Heng, Ah Hong won't talk to me anymore?" He asked suddenly, confused, "Last night, my second brother jokingly said that I should marry a wife and bring him back to Yanyun. I didn't answer. I don't want to marry a wife." Yes, I don’t know why, but I feel that no one can compare to Ah Hong.”

He looked dazed and at a loss, "Ah Hong came to the mansion to look for me early in the morning, and happened to meet my second brother coming out of his own yard. Said you quickly marry a wife and return to Yanyun'. After listening, Ah Hong turned around and left, and then ignored me."

He turned his head to look at Gu Mingheng who was quietly listening to him, as if he had changed, and his breath was very depressed.

Gu Mingheng twitched the corner of his mouth but did not open his mouth. This kind of matter is not something he can interfere with. Even if they grew up together, they cannot interfere more in matters of love.

After being silent for a long time, Mu Hanjiang suddenly walked towards the door, his footsteps were very hurried, as if he wanted to catch up with something.But when he stepped out of the threshold, he stopped his figure.He looked at the dazzling skylight outside the door, and a strong bitterness overflowed from his lips.

The wind blows the scroll, and on the thick ink-stained snow roll, there are four ink characters with messy strokes—one goes deeper and deeper.

The author has something to say: [The author, who feels a little sad when writing:

The full text of the last sentence is: [Love does not know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper].

I originally wanted to change the title of the chapter to Affectionate because I thought of the word "It's difficult to express affection"

Feeling melancholy inexplicably... [Awwwww why does the author say something like this ==

The normal tone of the author should be: woo woo, I feel so sad, please hug~ woo woo TT