After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

Xiao Yunyan's dream was very simple.

One flower, one tree, one world, one life, one pair.

in a dream...

In the scorching summer, with the sound of frogs, drums and cicadas, under the wind of green willows, Chu Jingrong was dressed in white and stood beside the gurgling stream with bare feet.

After hearing the sound of his arrival, the man turned around, his eyes were full of affection, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and called softly: "Erlang."

Xiao Yunyan lay on the bed for seven days, with blood dripping from his fingertips, but his face was serene, unconscious.

Seven days later, before the sun set, the first snow in the early winter fell in the imperial city.

Xiao Yunyan's seventh strand of black hair completely withered into a beautiful hair, and he slowly opened his eyes in the afterglow of sunset.

His eyes were empty, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

Drunk Time gave him a big dream, and used seven years to exchange for the seven-day couple who fell in love with Chu Jingrong in his dream.

Turning his head in a daze, seeing Xiao Yiheng beside the bed with bloodshot eyes, Xiao Yunyan opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

"Brother Huang, I..." I didn't know what to say, but in the end it turned into a sentence of guilt: "I'm sorry."

Xiao Yiheng gritted his teeth in resentment, raised his hand high, and saw Xiao Yunyan's half of his head turned white, then let it hang down in a slump.

He suddenly got up and left Qiankun Palace without saying a word, but the moment he stepped out of the palace gate, his eyes were wet.

Xiao Yunyan didn't make a sound to persuade him to stay, it's him as the younger brother who disappointed the emperor!

Turning his head to look out the window, the broken snow was flying, falling on the red wall and green tiles, and condensed into frost.

The wound on the shoulder was scabbed, only the fingertips were still oozing blood, the pain was painful, but Xiao Yunyan didn't care anymore, his heart was empty and there was nowhere to put it.

Xiao Yunyan once thought that he had two years for Chu Jingrong to accept him.

But in Chu Jingrong's hands, he couldn't even survive a year.

Years of admiration and obsession, in exchange for the current fate, is enough, and it is time to let go.

"Come here, prepare a pen and paper."

Xiao Yunyan supported the bedpost to get up from the couch, refused the palace man's support, and sat down in front of the desk with force.

Spread the rice paper flat, press a corner on the paperweight, Xiao Yunyan writes, and picks up the wolf hair after soaking in ink.

With a sigh, he lowered his eyes and wrote and left the book.

"The reason for a husband and wife is that they were married in the past three lives, and then they are married in this life. If the relationship is not compatible, it is like enemies, so they come to each other; since two hearts are different, it is difficult to return to one mind, and they will soon meet with their relatives and return to their original ways. "

The blood from the fingertips snaked down the barrel of the pen, dyeing the pitch-black ink into a nondescript black red.

With a flick of the sleeve, blood accidentally dripped and hit a corner of the rice paper, blooming into a coquettish blood flower.

Xiao Yunyan never stops writing, and his handwriting is strong and neat.

"May you, after your separation, pick up your folding fan, jade crown and towel, still look like a jade tree, marry a daughter of a thousand pieces of gold, and make your way to the golden palace. For the rest of your life, your relatives and friends will be your companions, resolve your grievances and knots, and never hate each other. Don't be lenient, everyone will be happy!"

Finally, the inscription is his name.

Throwing the pen aside, Xiao Yunyan looked down at the Heli book with calm eyes, neither happy nor sad.

He Lishu, who used to be unwilling to let go of his mouth, can now write it in one breath without leaving a single word.

It turned out that it wasn't that he couldn't learn to let go, but that he didn't hurt to the bone.

Xiao Yunyan folded He Lishu neatly, put it in his arms, turned his head and went back to the bed, sat on the couch, and whispered to the palace servants to fetch bandages and cloaks.

Xiao Yunyan didn't say a word, quietly and carefully wrapped his ten fingers with bandages, his movements were slow, and he didn't stop until he could no longer see the oozing blood.

Putting on a cloak to hide his gray hair, Xiao Yunyan stood up and walked out the door.

"My lord, you haven't cultivated your body well, and it's freezing outside, so there's no way you can do it."

The palace people tried their best to stop it, but Xiao Yunyan turned a deaf ear to it. They had no choice, they were afraid that they would be blamed by the Holy One for not taking good care of him, so they sent a maid to report to Xiao Yiheng in a hurry.

When Xiao Yiheng heard the news, he rushed back to Qiankun Palace in a rage, but saw Xiao Yunyan standing at the door, as if waiting for him.

His second younger brother's voice was calmer than before, but less lively.

"Brother, it's the last time, let me go."

Xiao Yiheng's footsteps stopped, and after a while he was discouraged, and before turning around to leave, he withdrew the palace guards who were guarding Xiao Yunyan.

"Forget it, let him go."

Xiao Yunyan didn't ride a horse this time, instead he sat in a palanquin. His body is now at the end of its strength, and he can no longer bear the bumps of the horse.

On his way back to the palace, Chu Jingrong's main courtyard welcomed another uninvited visitor.

In the past few days, Chu Jingrong always thought of the palm he slapped Xiao Yunyan that day. He was angry at that time, and he didn't know if that person could bear it.

At this moment, the last thing he wanted to see was Murong Xun, "What are you doing here again?" Chu Jingrong's voice was cold, listening carefully, there was also a trace of haggardness.

He had already done what Murong Xun said, but still failed to achieve his goal. If he hadn't lost his mind now, he should have killed Murong Xun according to the agreement.

"I made a mistake, I'm here to avoid the limelight." Murong Xun replied casually with the corner of his mouth hooked.

"What did you do?" If it was something outrageous, he would have to clean up the house for Master.

"It's nothing, just a harmless little joke."

There was a cold smile on the corner of Murong Xun's mouth, which fell into his eyes, making Chu Jingrong very uncomfortable, but he didn't think much about it.

"By the way, Junior Brother, before leaving, I will give you a small gift. This should be the last time I come to you."

Next time, it will be your turn to come to me.

Murong Xun put away his usual hippie smile, took a step forward, took out a folding fan from his arms, and placed it on the desk in front of Chu Jingrong.

"This is left by the master. The purple bamboo forest on it was painted by the master himself. I am an abandoned disciple of Guigu, so naturally I don't deserve to keep it. Please keep it. When we meet again in the future, you and I are afraid that we will never die."

After Murong Xun finished speaking, no matter whether Chu Jingrong was willing to accept it or not, he turned and left the room, and his figure disappeared into the courtyard.

Chu Jingrong just glanced at it, and was not in the mood to open it to look at it, but after all, it was something left by the master, and he didn't throw it away, but just let it lie on the desk and ignored it.

He pinched the center of his brows irritably, Chu Jingrong didn't know what was wrong with him?

The determination has been made, and the task has been done. Isn't all of this now what he wants?Why is my heart so bitter?

While Chu Jingrong was hesitating, Xiao Yunyan's figure slowly appeared in sight.

He was wrapped in a cloak, only showing half of his sharp chin.

He did something crazy that day, and he didn't show up for seven days after that, and he didn't even make an apology. What is Xiao Yunyan doing to see him at this time?

Chu Jingrong put away the bewilderment in his eyes, turned his face cold, raised his airs and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Come for an answer."

Xiao Yunyan did not forget what Murong Xun said in his ear when he was harmed.

Said to pass a message for Chu Jingrong, only four words, let him die!

Xiao Yunyan didn't want to believe that all this would be instigated by Chu Jingrong, let alone believe that Chu Jingrong hated him so much that he wanted to kill him.

Different from the cautious tone in the past, Xiao Yunyan's reply was clean and straightforward, which made Chu Jingrong slightly frowned and felt a little uncomfortable.

"What answer? If it's still the same question as before, then I've repeated it countless times, there's no way we can."

Not this question, Xiao Yunyan already knew the answer to this question and completely accepted it.

"What I want to ask is..."

Halfway through the speech, Xiao Yunyan's gaze passed Chu Jingrong and landed on the desk.

Murong Xun's folding fan, which had a hole through his lute bone, was lying flat in front of Chu Jingrong at this moment.

Perhaps, there is no need to ask.

Xiao Yunyan's gloomy gaze was filled with despair and dead silence, he swallowed back the remaining words, took out and left the book from his bosom.

He took a step forward, put it on Chu Jingrong's desk, and retreated outside the room before Chu Jingrong showed disgust.

"This is what you want and Li Shu."

Hearing this, Chu Jingrong suddenly became angry.

He said he wanted an answer, but in the middle of the sentence, he sent He Li a letter. Chu Jingrong held the letter in his hand, stood up, walked to the door, narrowed his eyes, and said aggressively, "Xiao Yunyan, what do you mean?" ? Are you kidding me?"

As he got closer, he seemed to be able to see a wisp of dry white under the cloak, but this early winter, the thin snow was falling one after another, and Chu Jingrong thought he was dazzled.

Facing the questioning, Xiao Yunyan remained silent and did not answer.

This attitude made Chu Jingrong even more angry: "I accept He Lishu. If there is nothing else, please leave here."

Flicking up his sleeves, Chu Jingrong turned his back, not wanting to look at Xiao Yunyan again.

Xiao Yunyan did not leave in a hurry, he slowly raised his head, and in this cold winter, he took one last look at Chu Jingrong.

"Teacher, I'm sorry to bother you for so long."

"From now on, Gui'an will be as you wish."

No more ties, never see each other again.

"Teacher", Chu Jingrong suddenly stiffened.

Ever since the marriage, Xiao Yunyan has always called him by his first name——Jing Rong.

He seemed to be stubbornly sticking to something, but now, with a call from teacher, Chu Jingrong understood that Xiao Yunyan had really let go, and finally he was no longer persistent.

Subconsciously tightening his hands, Chu Jingrong crumpled He Lishu into a ball without realizing it.

Her heart was beating violently and she was so flustered that Chu Jingrong forcibly suppressed it, but it still didn't help.

In the end, emotion overcame reason, and he turned his head sharply.

In the courtyard, snowflakes fluttered desolately, and people trembled when they landed on the ground. The silvery white frost flowers covered the dry branches of the wisteria tree. I wonder if they will bloom next year...

Being pursued and followed, Chu Jingrong never looked back. Now when he finally realized that he had to look back, Xiao Yunyan was nowhere to be seen.

Chu Jingrong was stunned for a while, then looked sideways.

Xiao Yunyan's back has already stepped over the courtyard gate, and when he stepped out, he didn't have the slightest nostalgia.

Chu Jingrong raised his hand and pinched the skirt of his chest tightly, feeling difficult to breathe.

For a moment, it seemed that something important had been ripped out of my life.

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Finally reconciled, everyone is happy~