After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

Xiao Yunyan half-knelt down along the stone table, guided Chu Jingrong's hand to his side face, and asked softly, "Is it still cold?"

Originally half-closed his eyes to hide the turbulent expression in his eyes, Xiao Yunyan raised his head unexpectedly, leaving nowhere for the emotion that Chu Jingrong tried so hard to suppress.

A piece of amber fell into the galaxy, lighting up the deep night sky.

Xiao Yunyan just watched obsessively like that, neither forcing nor questioning, he was already content to find a touch of tenderness in this person's eyes.

Standing behind the tree, Qingwu felt that the scene was as beautiful as a painting, and he breathed lightly, for fear of disturbing the people in the painting.

I used to think that no one in this world is worthy of a unique and unparalleled son, but looking at it now, I am afraid that only a prince can match him.

What a couple of gods and gods, a perfect couple.

The weather turned autumn, and in just ten days, the wisteria flowers bloomed and withered, and the dots of flowers spread all over the ground, just waiting for the coming year to be magnificent again.

Xiao Yunyan's government affairs can be pushed back as soon as he can, and he can't wait to be by Chu Jingrong's side every day.

He seized every minute and second to make up for the ten years of forbearance and secret love.

After a few autumn rains, the coldness of the forest began to penetrate into the bones.

At night, the thin Cen on his body was replaced with a brocade quilt, which was stuffed with thick cotton, Tang Pozi was covering his feet, and a hand warmer was still clutched in his hand. Even so, Chu Jingrong still felt cold.

In the twenty years before that, every autumn and winter, he came here alone. Although it was difficult, it was not unbearable. Why is it unbearable now?

Chu Jingrong felt depressed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Although the quilt was warm, he couldn't warm up his whole body, his hands and feet were cold, and even his usually bright red lips turned pale.

If he had never felt the fiery body temperature of that person, he could have endured the coldness.

Xiao Yunyan heard the movement, sat up from the mattress on the floor in silence, opened the roller blind, and walked all the way to Chu Jingrong's bed.

Sensing Xiao Yunyan's approach, Chu Jingrong's body stiffened. If it was the same as before, he would definitely drive him out.

There seemed to be a lingering warmth on the fingertips, Xiao Yunyan's body temperature was just like his own, although it was hot like fire, it didn't hurt anyone.

Without hearing the scolding, Xiao Yunyan knew that Chu Jingrong acquiesced in his next move.

So he lifted off the brocade quilt, bravely got in, and slowly pressed his chest against Chu Jingrong's slender back.

The long arms stretched out, wrapped around Chu Jingrong's waist, and pulled him into his arms.

Surrounded by that gentle warmth for an instant, Chu Jingrong closed his eyes, feeling extremely at ease.

He is an orphan with unknown background. When he was three years old, the snow fell from the sky, and it fell for several months. The people were immersed in the joy of the next year's harvest, but for an orphan like him, it was a disaster that could kill him at any time. .

It was Master who saved him who was almost frozen to death in a world of ice and snow, so when Chu Xiner came to force him to submit with that letter, even though he had already transcended the shackles of the world, she could only grit her teeth and nod.

The teacher's orders are like a mountain, and he dare not disobey.

After the age of three, although the body has been carefully adjusted, but after all, the root cause of the disease has fallen since childhood, and the problem of chills has been entangled year after year.

Chu Jingrong's eyes were a little bit astringent, it was all about old sesame seeds and rotten millet. After so many years, even if he tried hard to recall, he couldn't remember some details clearly. Why did he suddenly remember it tonight?

"Xiao Yunyan?" Chu Jingrong called out in a low voice, even though he tried hard to suppress it, there was still an imperceptible fragility in his voice.

After hearing this, Xiao Yunyan hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

He spread out his palms and interlocked with Chu Jingrong's fingers.

His chest vibrated, and a reassuring voice came to his ears: "I am here."

"Jing Rong, it's not cold anymore, I'm here, and I'll never leave."

Chu Jingrong's tense body gradually relaxed, and slowly passed out in a pleasant warmth.

For the next three years, when he dreamed back at midnight, the phrase "I am" that often lingered in his ears woke Chu Jingrong up from his sleep every time.

He curled up, leaned his head against the head of the bed, raised his hand to wipe his face, and there was crystal wetness between his fingers.

It turned out that in my sleep, I didn't know when tears were streaming down my face.

During the three years of parting from Xiao Yunyan, his fear of the cold became worse year by year. In the last few cold winters, his whole body was as cold as a corpse buried in ice and snow. His breath turned into ice, but no one embraced him again. Huai, softly coaxing "it's not cold" in his ear.

Difficult to sleep alone, he took out the blood-stained Heli book from the box, and stroked the blood splashed on the paper with his fingertips over and over again.

Just looking at it like this makes my heart suffocate and hurt. What kind of pain should the heart of the person who wrote and left the book in the first place be?

Ten years of secret love, three years of parting, seven years of life loss, life is too short, how many 20 years?How many people in this world are willing to use 20 years to impress a piece of ice?

They should have died together, but their love is dead.

Didn't you say you would never leave?Chu Jingrong wanted to ask, why did he break his promise?If you can't do it, why promise?

It turned out that no one would stand there forever waiting for him to turn around.

Xiao Yunyan spent 20 years teaching him how to love, and he spent 20 years teaching Xiao Yunyan how to love.

Jiro, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

A cold and cold person like Chu Jingrong covered his face with his hands in the lonely night when no one was with him, crying so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

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Xiao Yunyan, who fought outside the Great Wall for two years, would never give up any city he occupied, and the same goes for pursuing Chu Jingrong, but it would be even more difficult to take back the bottom line that he attacked.

Chu Jingrong only allowed him to crawl on the bed once, and from then on, after turning off the lights, he would consciously walk to the bedside, and if he scolded him, he would sit silently by the bedside, holding the mattress under his body tightly with both hands.

No matter how much you beat and scold him, he will not move. Chu Jingrong has nothing to do with him, so he can only turn on the bed, but after he lay down, Xiao Yunyan immediately leaned up, wrapped his arms around his waist, and brought him into his arms.

Chu Jingrong slapped him angrily, and Xiao Yunyan stopped, but it was only for a cup of tea.

If the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain.

Chu Jingrong was reserved and didn't want to lie in his arms, so Xiao Yunyan opened his arms and wrapped Chu Jingrong in his arms.

Standing in the main hall, Qingwu cut the wick of the glazed lamp short, he was no stranger to this scene.

I always thought before, what kind of woman is worthy of my son?

Ladylike?Perhaps it is possible to respect each other as guests, but such a life is too boring.

Xiaojiabiyu?She is as playful and cute as the sister next door, but standing next to the young master is indescribably awkward.

Charming?This is even worse, the family is not innocent, the young master will definitely look down on him!

After thinking about it, the prince is the most right. The young master is cold by nature and does not love others. The prince knows the cold and the hot, and is considerate. It is a match made in heaven.

The prince is so clingy to Young Master now, he has to follow him wherever he goes.

You need cloth when you eat, you need to hug when you sleep, you warm your hands when it’s cold, and you wave a fan when it’s hot. If things continue like this, in less than Nian Gen, the young master’s last bottom line may not be able to defend.

If the name of the princess is really confirmed, Qingwu blushes and dare not think about it anymore.

Although the Great Zhou Kingdom does not shy away from masculinity, it is unorthodox after all. Why is the young master and the prince together? He doesn't have any grudges in his heart?Even vaguely looking forward to that day?

strangeness!strangeness!How strange!

With question marks in his head, Qingwu gently closed the door, and returned to his room absent-mindedly.

In the blink of an eye, seeing the scriptures that were almost finished on the desk, I felt even more awkward.

Speaking of which, he has been hiding from Big Brother Wang for several days, but he was mistaken for his daughter-in-law by that person's mother. It's just a trivial matter, just explain it clearly, why do you want to hide from people?

Immediately, he went to Brother Wang to make it clear that it was not easy to make friends in this palace, so he couldn't be so hypocritical.

Xiao Yiheng has been traveling south for several months, and in a few days, he will return to the imperial city.

At that time, it was time to start the morning morning again. Xiao Yunyan was comfortable with the casual life, but suddenly tightened up, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

And I don't know why, I've always been flustered for no reason in the past few days, as if something happened.

He wrote a letter to his father, queen, and queen who traveled around the mountains and rivers, and the reply he got was that he was in good health, don't read it.

Jing Rong has an arrogant temper, and although she hasn't let go, her soft attitude is equivalent to tacitly acquiescing to their relationship in disguise.

The emperor's brother returned to the imperial city in a few days, and the emperor's sister and brother lived in the palace safe and sound.

Everyone he cares about is safe and happy, so what bad thing can happen?

Xiao Yunyan forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, thinking that he was just thinking wildly.

Maybe because today is the [-]th of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival, his parents and elder brother went on a trip and could not be reunited, so he felt unfounded worries in his heart.

Except for the two years of fighting outside the Great Wall, during the previous Mid-Autumn Festival, I was reunited with my parents, siblings and sisters at Mingyue Tower, enjoying the moon and chatting about family affairs.

And this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiao Yunyan wanted to spend it with Chu Jingrong.

After all, the imperial sister and the imperial brother are still in the palace, and as an elder brother, he can't favor one over the other. In order to free up the evening, Xiao Yunyan stayed in the palace all day today, accompanying his younger siblings.

Chu Jingrong naturally knew what day it was today. The servants in the palace were busy hanging lanterns, making moon cakes, and folding lanterns. It was difficult for him to know.

Chu Jingrong was an orphan, and he never cared about the reunion festival, but now, there was a ray of hope.

But Xiao Yunyan left in a hurry from the morning until sunset and dusk, and he didn't see anyone, and he didn't eat together at lunch time, Chu Jingrong felt depressed.

He didn't like this kind of indifferent feeling, thinking that when Xiao Yunyan came to meet again, it would be better to throw him out.

Xiao Yunyan stayed in the palace for a whole day, of course he didn't just sit there.

Along with the two royal sisters, he learned how to fold lanterns. He was clumsy and had to rework many times before he managed to fold a well-formed lantern. For this reason, he was often teased by the two imperial sisters.

Xiao Yunyan didn't mind, he made a wish with lanterns, which he dismissed before, but this year is different, he has a special wish that he wants to realize.

Follow the younger brother to paste lanterns together, which is much easier than folding lanterns. Bamboo baskets and rice paper are ready-made, just paste them with paste and wrap them up.

Although Xiao Yunyan is not good at rhythm, he can barely handle calligraphy and painting. Xiao Mingzhu was mischievous and drew a turtle bastard on the lantern he made, but Xiao Yunyan painted a portrait of Chu Jingrong with thick ink and color.

It wasn't the current Chu Jingrong, but Chu Jingrong who first entered the palace ten years ago, with a youthful spirit that hadn't faded between his brows.

As the saying goes, seeing Chu Lang misses his life.

When he caught a glimpse back then, the man's features were clear and noble, and he shook the stars a few times, which made his heart flutter suddenly, and he had delusions for no reason or reason.

Now after many years, I can finally get my wish!

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I saw that there is a cutie guessing the plot below the text, but...no one guessed it right QAQ