After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

The guard didn't know what happened. Seeing Qingwu crying so miserably, he also panicked: "The prince brought it back, but the prince entered the palace after hastily explaining. Some time ago, the prince seemed to lead a group of people out of the palace. City, I don’t know if it’s related to this matter.”

"You all don't know, how can I... how can I explain to the young master?" Qingwu cried so hard that he almost lost his breath.

I really regret it to death. When I went to the kitchen to get pastries, why did I pass by the side courtyard?

If you hadn't passed by, you wouldn't have found these wall willow palace flowers, and you wouldn't have said anything in front of the young master!

"Is it the emperor's teacher who wants to ask? I have a sworn brother. Among the team led out of the city by the prince, if the emperor wants to know, I can ask about the specific situation."

"Really?" Qingwu barely stopped his sobs, his eyes lit up, and although he was a little embarrassed, he still pleaded cheekily: "Brother, can you ask quickly? Without an accurate answer, I dare not go back and see you son."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll write a letter right now, thank you young master, stand on guard for a while, I'll get a pen and paper, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

Qingwu nodded hurriedly, he leaned his back against the wall obediently, not daring to take another look at the courtyard.

I could hear the teasing laughter of the women in the courtyard, as if they were all praising the lord. Qingwu is sure that these Yingying and Yanyan must like the lord, but the lord treats them Qingwu didn't dare to say anything about his attitude.

The guard did what he said, and ran back quickly. With a pen and paper in his hand, he leaned against the wall and wrote all the questions Qingwu wanted to know the answer to. Then he whistled, and a carrier pigeon flew down from the roof. It fell into the palm of the guard.

Pin the letter on the pigeon's paws, and the guards waved their arms to release the pigeon.

"Young master, don't worry, this carrier pigeon knows the way. If there are no accidents, there will be a reply later!"

"Thank... thank you." The big stone in Qingwu's heart fell to the ground, but he couldn't feel at ease because he couldn't get an answer for a while.

"I'll stand guard with you, I'll wait here!" After finishing speaking, Qingwu found a corner and squatted down, curled up and neck, honestly like a quail.

The book boy brought into the mansion by the emperor teacher can stand wherever he wants, squat wherever he wants, and the guards naturally dare not object.

He still fulfilled his duties, sticking to the gate of the courtyard like a stick, but for some reason, his eyes kept glancing at Qingwu uncontrollably.

I always feel that this young man looks much more handsome than the rouge and gouache in the yard. He is wearing a green dress and his stature is thin, so he started crying...

The guard was a rough man, he hadn't read many sage books, and he didn't know the flattery, so he searched his stomach, but couldn't think of any fancy words.

He felt that Qingwu was crying...pretty.

Um!right!It just looks good!

Qingwu is full of apprehension now, he doesn't even notice that someone is sizing him up secretly.

After squatting from daytime to dusk, the carrier pigeon finally flew back and landed on the guard's shoulder.

Seeing this scene, Qingwu stood up abruptly, but his feet went numb, his eyes went dark, and he threw himself forward.

If he knocked on the ground like this, even if he didn't break his nose, he would still be disfigured.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the elder guard gave him a hand, and Qingwu threw himself on a fleshy wall, not much softer than the ground, his nose was still sore, and he burst into tears from the pain.

The guard brother is also very strange, he is also a man, he is smelly and hard, he has been on guard for a day, and his body smells sour, why is this little boy so limp, and when he rushed over, he also carried a cool scent of pine, saying no It smells good.

But he didn't dare to be frivolous, and after Qingwu's feet regained consciousness, he immediately let go of his hands.

Taking the reply letter from the carrier pigeon's lap, the elder guard didn't even look at it, and stuffed it directly into Qingwu's palm.

Qingwu didn't feel that there was anything wrong, he was in such a hurry now, he opened it immediately and looked.

Knowing the ins and outs of the matter, Qingwu only felt that the sky was dark for a while, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and tears poured down desperately.

"It's over! It's over, I'm dead, the prince will cut off my tongue."

Why did he suddenly seek death and live again?The elder guard wanted to ask, but he was afraid that he would be rude to the young master, so he could only comfort him clumsily: "No, my lord will be tolerant. As long as your crime is not unforgivable and you are sincerely repentant, your lord will still forgive me."

"Really...really?" Qingwu asked uncertainly.

In fact, he knows that even if the prince is really angry enough to chop off his head, the young master will keep him safe and sound for the sake of his master and servant for so many years.

But... But even if you know, so what?He will still be afraid, of course, more guilty.

The relationship between the lord and his son is already on thin ice, so it's just that he failed to send charcoal in a timely manner, but it's even worse?

"Brother, thank you, I will thank you in another day, the sky is getting dark, I have to go back and report to the young master." Qingwu said goodbye softly, raising his sleeve robe and wiping the corners of his eyes.

"Okay, see you some other day." Although he was reluctant to give up, he couldn't think of a reason to keep Qingwu, so he could only nod.

But after Qingwu took two steps, he turned around suddenly, raised his eyebrows and laughed.

Her eyes were a little swollen from crying, and against the backdrop of the setting sun, the slightly curved corners of her eyes seemed to be filled with a clear spring.

"By the way, my name is Qingwu, what's your name?"

The guard's heart skipped a beat, and he heard a reply in his ear, but he didn't know how he opened his mouth.

"My name is Wang San!"

"Brother Wang, I'll see you another day!" After speaking, Qingwu waved his hand and turned to leave.

Watching Qingwu walk out of the courtyard, Wang Sancai reluctantly withdrew his gaze, feeling lost for a moment.

On second thought, he called me Big Brother Wang?

He lowered his head and laughed twice, his heart was as sweet as eating candied fruit, Qingwu still sounds better, much better than his own rough name.

As expected of the bookboy who served beside the emperor, he felt ashamed. Thinking of this, Wang San felt sour as if he had eaten a bitter melon.

Qingwu was thinking of what words to explain all the way, and when he lingered back to the main courtyard, the cold moonlight had already cast down.

Chu Jingrong was wearing a robe, sitting in front of the desk in the main hall, a glazed lamp was lit by his side, reflecting his face so vaguely that it was hard to see clearly.

After seeing this scene, he didn't know where to vent all the courage he had mustered up with great difficulty. Qingwu knelt down at the door of the room with a plop, bent down, and couldn't find his voice for a long time.

Chu Jingrong sighed lightly, before Qingwu could speak, this reflection had already given him the answer.

"Get up, it's cold on the ground, tell me, what's going on?"

Qingwu stood up, and respectfully handed the crumpled letter paper to Chu Jingrong.

After receiving it, he scanned it from beginning to end, and the coldness on Chu Jingrong's face gradually faded.

He lowered his eyes, and the lonely back of Xiao Yunyan when he left flashed in his mind again.

The main hall became quiet, and the needle could be heard. Qingwu could only hear his own rapid breathing and the occasional crackling sound when the candle was burning. Just when Qingwu was feeling uneasy, Chu Jingrong suddenly said: "Go , Invite the prince here!"

Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and immediately agreed after reacting: "Yes, Qingwu will go now."

But just as he took a step forward, Chu Jingrong said again: "Forget it, I'll go in person!"

After finishing speaking, Chu Jingrong stood up, put his outer robe on his body, and took advantage of the moonlight to walk out the door.

Qingwu quickly picked up the glazed lamp from the room, put one hand in front of the lamp, and trotted a few steps with his waist bent, and came to Chu Jingrong, leading the way for his young master.

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