After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

As the night darkened, the crowded streets were not as lively as before. Xiao Yunyan took off his robe and put it on Chu Jingrong. He stood on the stone arch bridge with him, looked up at a tree hanging in the sky. round full moon.

On the flower boat in the distance, there is a singing girl flicking the pipa and humming the song of water tune.

The sentence "I hope people will live a long time, and we will share the beautiful beauty for thousands of miles" spreads to the ears, which makes people fascinated.

Under the cover of the sleeve robe, Xiao Yunyan tightly wrapped Chu Jingrong's hand with his generous palm.

The autumn wind was rustling, feeling that the man's palm was getting colder, Xiao Yunyan persuaded him: "Jing Rong, it's late at night, let's go home."

Chu Jingrong didn't seem to hear this sentence, his crow-feather eyelashes trembled, he retracted his gaze, and turned his gaze to the wonton stall by the river embankment.

It was an old couple with gray hair, busy in front of the hearth with strong firewood.

Carefully prepare each bowl of wanton noodles to serve the few guests.

Xiao Yunyan followed Chu Jingrong's line of sight, then changed his words after a pause: "Jingrong, go eat a bowl of wonton noodles to warm up your body."

Chu Jingrong heard it this time, and nodded slightly.

I have eaten all delicacies from mountains and seas, but I have never tasted a bowl of steaming wonton noodles in this noisy city.

"Auntie, here are two bowls of wanton noodles." Xiao Yunyan stood in front of the stall with an approachable attitude, without any arrogance as a relative of the emperor, as if someone's son was hungry and came to beg for a bowl of food.

"Okay, the two distinguished guests sit down and have a rest first, and the wonton noodles will be ready in a while." The aunt was kind, she cleaned the table with a clean rag, and beckoned Xiao Yunyan and Chu Jingrong to sit down, then turned around and took the spoon in front of the stove The uncle urged: "Old man, add two more bowls of wonton noodles."

After a while, two bowls of wanton noodles just out of the pan were served on the table.

Xiao Yunyan took out two pairs of chopsticks from the chopstick holder at the side, and handed one pair to Chu Jingrong, but he was not in a hurry to push a bowl of wonton noodles in front of Chu Jingrong.

First, soak all the diced green onion and coriander floating on the surface in the soup, then take it out wet and put it in your own bowl.

Chu Jingrong's taste is light, and he can't eat such pungent condiments, but he likes to use them for seasoning, so he has to sway in the soup, let a little bit of the flavor disperse, and then pick out all the irritating condiments. Be careful not to pick it clean, that person will frown if he eats it.

Even Qingwu, who had been serving him for many years, didn't know about this point, it was figured out by Xiao Yunyan and Chu Jingrong facing each other day and night these days.

Xiao Yunyan did it carefully, even picking out the bits and pieces of scallions. After finishing all this, he picked half a bowl of wonton noodles into his own bowl, and pushed the remaining half bowl in front of Chu Jingrong.

"If you eat too much at night, it's easy to accumulate food. Your stomach should feel uncomfortable when you fall asleep. Use less."

Chu Jingrong looked down, there were a few strands of fine noodles soaked in a bowl of soup, and a few wontons floating there, this amount can only be used to satisfy the gluttony, even if you want to eat enough, it is even more impossible to be full up.

There were no new guests, so the aunt also sat down on the wooden bench to rest, taking all this scene into her eyes, couldn't help laughing, and praised: "This young man will love others, which girl will marry you in the future? You can enjoy yourself~”

It is rare to hear such straightforward and sincere praise. Xiao Yunyan didn't know how to answer the words. He bit his lips and remained silent for a while, his dark eyes flicked across Chu Jingrong's face, and he lowered his head to promise: "If you are lucky enough to be loved, It will be taken care of for the rest of its life.”

Xiao Yunxuan was afraid that he was not good enough to be worthy of the moon that day.

He is obviously one of the most noble figures in the Great Zhou Kingdom, yet he always feels inferior in front of Chu Jingrong.

Knowing that those words were meant for himself, Chu Jingrong didn't know how to respond, so he simply didn't respond.

He held his chopsticks flat and picked up a piece of wonton from the bowl. Just as he was about to eat it, he heard Xiao Yunyan whispered concern in his ear: "Eat slowly, be careful of burning."

Chu Jingrong has been crowned for five years, and now there are five out of twenty.

In the past twenty years, although he has lived a life of gold and jade, he has never been cared for by a person. It seems that if he is cold or hot, in the eyes of that person, it is more important than his life.

"En." In response, Chu Jingrong put the wonton into his mouth, his lips were still red, as if he had been severely abused.

Xiao Yunyan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly moved his eyes away, fearing that if he looked at it for a long time, he would not be able to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

After eating a bowl of wonton noodles, his body warmed up. Xiao Yunyan paid the money and left with Chu Jingrong. His figure disappeared at the corner of the street.

It had been many years since he went shopping in the downtown area, and when he returned to the palace and entered his room, Chu Jingrong was very tired.

When Xiao Yunyan climbed onto the bed again this time, he also turned a blind eye and acquiesced. Anyway, he couldn't be driven away anyway, so he simply let him go.

That night, Chu Jingrong slept soundly, turned over in the middle of the night, and subconsciously slipped into Xiao Yunyan's arms.

With his forehead pressed against Xiao Yunyan's chin, he curled up slightly, his cool instep pressed against Xiao Yunyan's calf, breathing evenly and long.

Opening his eyes in the night, Xiao Yunyan's heart almost melted when he saw this scene. A person who looked so cold on the surface, after taking off his guard, was incredibly soft.

Looking back now, the cold reception and slaps I received were all worth it!

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Three days later, Xiao Yiheng finished his southern tour and returned to the palace.

This private visit in a low-level service, to understand the sentiments of the people, made his liver ache from anger.

In the peaceful and prosperous world in his eyes, there are corrupt officials who have no law, making the common people miserable. Xiao Yiheng has killed many people along the way, but he still can't calm down his anger.

If there is any comforting thing, it is to rescue a young girl who is in her prime during the house raid.

Even though his background has not been ascertained yet, what is certain is that he is not a spy from another country, nor is he a regicide assassin. Xiao Yiheng's heart softened, and he took him by his side as a personal servant girl.

The girl didn't have a name, so Xiao Yiheng saw how pitiful she was, so he named her Lian'er.

According to Lianer's self-report, she suffers from a strange disease, and her ten fingers are wrapped in bandages all year round, unable to see the light.

After Xiao Yiheng returned to the palace, he immediately asked the imperial doctor of the imperial hospital to look at it, but he couldn't explain why, and Lian'er's attitude was not very cooperative. The crying Lihua asked himself if he disliked her and wouldn't let her serve her personally Xiao Yiheng had no choice but to put the treatment on hold for the time being.

This morning, Xiao Yiheng's belt was tied by Lian'er.

The little girl Pianzi didn't know how to serve people at the beginning, but she was smart, and she looked good after learning it twice.

Gradually, not only the corset, but also changing clothes, combing hair and wearing a crown, were done extremely well.

With his connivance, Lian'er took over the jobs of other maids. Speaking of which, besides Lian'er, he seemed to have not seen other maids for a long time.

On the first day when the morning court resumed, Xiao Yiheng saw Xiao Yunyan again, his face was radiant and radiant, it was completely different from the previous appearance of bitterness and hatred.

It seems that during the time he left the imperial city, his second brother had a good life.

What sweetness did Chu Jingrong give him to make him look like this?I have to say that Xiao Yiheng was very interested to know.

Suppress the curiosity in my heart, there is still business to do.

Today, envoys from small countries in the Western Regions came to congratulate and congratulate the new emperor on his enthronement. Because of the long journey, they came late, but they brought a lot of tribute with them.

Walnuts, carpets, aromatherapy, and a rare flower in the Western Regions——Tibetan snow lotus, made of ice in a pot, and the nine winters have not yet counted down. This ice is not preserved for a long time, so I have to change it every once in a while. Now, the flower is still well preserved, and the petals are crystal clear, which is a spectacle.

Although these tributes are not priceless, they are rare.

Xiao Yiheng was in a good mood, so he accepted them all, and bestowed a lot of gold and silver treasures to show the demeanor of a great country.

After retreating from the imperial court, Xiao Yiheng was just about to order Fu Linhai to move the flower back to the imperial study, but he saw Xiao Yiheng standing in the hall, his eyes fixed on the Tibetan snow lotus, showing greed.

Xiao Yiheng's heart skipped a beat, and he figured out Xiao Yunyan's intentions almost instantly.

Alright, digging up my wisteria tree is not enough, now you want to keep this pot of rare flowers for yourself?Does it mean that no matter what I like, you have to seize it and dedicate it to Chu Jingrong?

You bastard, do you still have my brother in your eyes?

If I let you succeed again this time, my emperor...

Before Xiao Yiheng could think of any harsh words, Xiao Yunyan who was standing at His Royal Highness opened his mouth quietly: "Brother Huang, this flower..."

"This flower is so beautiful that you don't even think about it."

Xiao Yunyan sighed softly, after passing through the wisteria tree, I am afraid that Brother Huang still remembers him, this hidden snow lotus is not so easy to get.

But Xiao Yunyan didn't want to give up.

"Brother Huang, treat him with respect, and look down on ordinary vulgar things."

Chu Jingrong doesn't like vulgar things?Why don't you think about your imperial brother, ordinary vulgar things are also unsightly.

"Come on, get Prince Xiang out of here!" Xiao Yiheng was furious, if it wasn't for the brother of the same mother, he would have chopped off Xiao Yunyan's head long ago.

The Imperial Forest Army waiting outside the hall immediately filed in and surrounded Xiao Yunyan, but otherwise, they didn't dare to make another move.

The entire Great Zhou Kingdom knows that the current Holy Majesty and Prince Xiang are deeply brothers. Although the emperor's order is hard to break, they don't want to offend Xiao Yunyan. It's better to observe and observe, wise and safe!

Xiao Yunyan didn't panic at all, stood there motionless, after a long silence, he called softly: "Brother."

Damn stuff!Here we go again!

The last time I said brother, I asked myself to help him go to the border, and this time I said brother, I took away his favorite thing again.

Again and again, again and again, in the end it was just for three words - Chu Jingrong.

"Fu Linhai, move them to the Prince Xiang's mansion for him, all the worthless ones, get out of here."

After losing his temper, Xiao Yiheng let out a cold snort, and walked away angrily.

Obviously he is the brother who grew up with him, but now his eyes are full of only Chu Jingrong, Xiao Yiheng is very jealous, for some reason, Lianer's eyes that are as cute as a young deer appear in his mind, and he pauses on his way to the imperial study, Xiao Yiheng Changed his mind temporarily, made a detour halfway, and drove back to his bedroom.

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Lianer... who is it?