After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

After getting rid of Murong Xun, Chu Jingrong walked aimlessly on the street, and finally returned to the palace unknowingly.

Murong Xun's words before his death echoed in his ears over and over again, making Chu Jingrong never have peace.

Did Xiao Yunyan really get him?Does it really depend on Xiao Yunyan for the rest of his life?

This question, the current Chu Jingrong still can't give an answer.

Qingwu waited for a day, but before his son returned, the news of the prince's expedition reached his ears, which made him even more worried about his son.

Sitting bored in the courtyard, when he suddenly saw Chu Jingrong's figure, Qingwu was ecstatic.

"My lord, you're back!" Qingwu immediately got up to greet him.

Hearing this, Chu Jingrong raised his head slowly, but his eyes were empty and unfocused. He responded dully, then turned and went back to the room.

Qingwu's small face collapsed in an instant, and he sighed softly, but he didn't bother after all.

As a result, after a while, Chu Jingrong's voice came from the door again, with a hint of chills: "Qingwu, help me add a quilt."

After Qingwu heard this, he immediately complied. He moved a thick quilt, and thoughtfully stuffed a few warm soups into the quilt.

But even so, Chu Jingrong was still shivering from the cold.

"Qingwu, add another quilt."

Again and again, adding three quilts in a row, Qingwu finally sensed something was wrong.

"My lord, I can't add any more, the quilt is thick, too many layers are on my body, I'm going to be out of breath."

Hearing this, Chu Jingrong fell silent. Finally, he stopped clamoring for an extra quilt. He closed his eyes and replied after a long while: "Understood, you go out."

Qingwu was a little distressed, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only fetch another hand warmer, put it in Chu Jingrong's palm, and then closed the door and retreated out.

After Qingwu left, Chu Jingrong curled up, put his hands together, and breathed on his mouth.

So cold, why so cold?

There were many heat sources around him, but Chu Jingrong's body couldn't get warm no matter what.

He suddenly remembered that when he was sharing the bed with Xiao Yunyan before, his back was pressed against that person's gentle chest, and the scorching but harmless body temperature wrapped him up, allowing him to sleep peacefully every night.

enough!enough!Stop thinking about it!

After that, it will be impossible anymore, he and Xiao Yunyan have already broken off their friendship!After countless cold nights, no matter how cold it was, he could only rely on himself to keep warm.

After barely surviving the night, when Chu Jingrong woke up in the morning, he did not see Qingwu who came to serve him.

He simply put on a robe and went out, at the end of the corridor, he saw Qingwu lowering his voice, arguing with a servant.

"What do you mean by that? My young master is the emperor's teacher, dare to drive my young master away? You don't want to live?" Qingwu raised his heels and yelled at others with his neck stuck.

The servant was tall and tall, but he was so questioned by the petite Qingwu that he didn't dare to answer back. He nodded and bowed his head and replied: "Young master, please don't embarrass me, I have never said such a thing! It was the prince who stayed before talk……"

Hearing this, the only trace of blood on Chu Jingrong's face faded completely.

Leave a message?What words?Let go?Let him get out of the palace?

"Qingwu." Chu Jingrong called out, seeing Qingwu turned his head to look over, and after spotting his figure, a look of worry flashed across his eyes.

"My lord, why did you come out?" Qingwu walked towards Chu Jingrong while talking, and gave the servant a hard look.

"what happened?"

"My lord, don't think too much, it's just that he is stupid, and he can't understand a word. The prince didn't say that he would drive us away, but he just left a message, saying..." Qingwu hesitated in the middle of speaking.

"What did he say?" Chu Jingrong's voice was flat, and he thought he didn't care, but he didn't know that his face was pale, as if he was about to take his breath away when he heard another ugly word.

"The lord just told them that if you want to move out of the palace, let them help you pack your luggage. Presumably... you must be afraid of being too busy, my lord." After Qingwu raised his head and glanced at Chu Jingrong, he immediately lowered his head and tried his best. Round the field.

Afraid of toiling him?

When he got married, he was alone, with Qing Wu as his servant by his side, even if he had to leave, there was nothing to do, Xiao Yunyan left these words on purpose, was it really because he was afraid of toiling him?

"Don't bother, let's go." After finishing speaking, Chu Jingrong walked away angrily. He returned to the room and really started to pack his luggage.

He opened the cabinet, found some clothes, opened the drawer, and pulled out some hair ties, as if he had made up his mind to leave here.

Qingwu didn't help tidy up, but stood quietly behind the door.

He could tell that his young master was just trying to get angry, and he didn't really want to leave.

If the prince was still there, he would coax him nicely, begging for a change of heart, but now...

Chu Jingrong felt depressed in his heart, he was about to leave, no need to remind him!

When he returned to the Emperor's Mansion, he would act as if nothing happened before, no one would gossip about him, and he no longer had to worry about worldly gossip.

He was finally free, finally relaxed, and after getting rid of Xiao Yunyan, no one could make him a dilemma in the future.

Chu Jingrong tried to convince himself, tried to convince himself, he had to convince himself.

Until he opened a wooden box and saw a jade white hairpin lying quietly inside, his movements stopped.

Lowering his eyes, his eyes became obscured, Chu Jingrong stretched out his hand, and his fingertips ran across the smooth body of the hairpin.

Finally, he took out the hairpin, lifted the long hair behind him, and gently tied it between the hair.

After staring at the bronze mirror for a long time, the corners of Chu Jingrong's eyes turned red. He put the clothes and hairbands back into the cabinet and drawers, with a look of desolation on his face.

But at this moment, that not-so-clever servant still poked his head around to ask for credit, so he approached Qingwu and asked, "Young master, do you really not need me to help you carry the luggage?"

Hearing this, Chu Jingrong's back stiffened. Just now he said he wanted to leave, but now... how will it end?

Qingwu is so angry, can you stop coming here to make trouble for the young master at this time!

"Get out, get out of here quickly, blind-eyed bastard, don't let me see you again, don't let me watch you hit you every time." Qingwu rolled up his sleeves, waved his fists, and drove people out aggressively .

The servant ran away in disgrace, and it took a long time for Chu Jingrong's stiff back to relax.

"Qingwu."

After hearing the movement, Qingwu immediately ran in, and asked with concern: "My lord, do you have any orders?"

"I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and mung bean cakes."

It was freezing and snowy outside, so Qingwu shouldn't have been busy running around, but Chu Jingrong suddenly wanted to eat.

His mouth felt bitter, maybe some sweet cakes could help him buffer the bitterness.

"My lord, wait for a while, Qingwu will go buy it now." Qingwu went back to his side room to get a cloak to put on, and then went out in the howling cold wind.

With swift legs and feet, Qingwu first went to Wufangzhai located in the imperial city.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Wufangzhai's business is still very good. There is an endless stream of ladies and gentlemen who come to buy pastries, and there is a long line in the store.

If it was the past, Qingwu would have lined up obediently, but today the young master is in a bad mood, so he wanted to buy it back earlier, and he didn't want to delay for a moment.

Fortunately, he had anticipated this, Qingwu rushed to the counter, took out the token of the palace from his pocket, and handed it over.

Not long after he came to the palace with the young master, the prince sent someone to deliver the token to him, saying that it would be more convenient to do things outside. I have to admit that sometimes it is really easy to use.

In fact, Chu Jingrong's emperor's teacher's seal can still be unimpeded, but the young master has a low-key personality and never bothers to trade his status for convenience.

Originally, someone jumped in the queue and couldn't be tolerated, but when he saw the token on the counter, the shopkeeper immediately smiled.

For the purpose of further strengthening the relationship with the palace, the shopkeeper threw his work to Xiaoer and entertained Qingwu himself.

"Young master, are you here to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cakes? It's really strange. The prince has never patronized the villain's shop since he finished his studies. It's a great honor to come here today."

Hearing this, Qingwu frowned, and asked in bewilderment: "Successful, what is successful?"

"Eh? Aren't you a servant of the palace?" When the shopkeeper asked this, he subconsciously glanced at the token in Qingwu's hand. That's right, it was the seal of Prince Xiang.

"I am serving in the palace, but I don't know what you said, so I will trouble the shopkeeper to tell you."

"This..." The shopkeeper hesitated, if the prince had no intention of letting others know, he wouldn't dare to reveal it rashly.

Qingwu naturally saw the embarrassment of the shopkeeper, he snorted coldly and said, "It's fine if you don't want to say it, but I see that there are so many people in line here, so when it's my turn, the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes will also be sold out." Sighing lightly, Qingwu continued: "My lord is away on an expedition, so this token is of no use, it can't even be exchanged for a piece of pastry."

After finishing speaking, Qingwu raised his legs and walked towards the door, without giving anyone any room to maneuver, the shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to stop him in fright.

This young man's words are too scary, how can he bear such a big crime?

"Young master, don't be angry, it's actually not a big deal, just a few days ago, the prince came to Bizhai every day, and learned how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from the cook, and the craftsmanship gradually improved. After learning, he never bought me again. This sweet-scented osmanthus is crisp."

Having said that, Qingwu suddenly remembered that the prince had been delivering pastries to the prince's room every day for a while, so it turns out...was the prince himself making it?

A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, a majestic prince, how much does he love a person, is he willing to wash his hands and make soup for him?

The father-in-law of the most beloved lady in the Great Zhou Kingdom, can't do this step, can he?

It's a pity... the young master has reconciled with the prince, and the prince's tenderness will be cheaper in the future, which family's young lady?

Qingwu knew that the young master didn't say anything, but insisted on it, in his heart... I'm afraid he has already regretted it.

Otherwise, he would not be reluctant to move out of the palace.

Qingwu couldn't figure out why he insisted on reconciling when we were together, but after really reconciling, he began to miss it again?

Maybe it's really like what he read in those scriptures:

What do people use to measure love?

Use the pain and longing after separation.

After packing a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus crisps from Wufangzhai, Qingwu went to Daoxiang Village at the foot of the imperial city.

The result is the same message.

Qingwu returned to the palace with this secret, wondering if he should let Chu Jingrong know.

After much deliberation, let's forget it, my son is already uncomfortable enough, so let's wait a little longer.

Qingwu opened the snack bag, arranged the sweet-scented osmanthus crisps and mung bean cake on separate plates, and served them to the table in front of Chu Jingrong.

"Young master, hurry up and try it."

Chu Jingrong stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, put it in his mouth and took a bite, and Liu Mei frowned unnaturally for an instant.

"Did Wufangzhai change the cook?"

Hearing this, Qingwu's eyes became dodged.

"Young master...Why do you ask such a question?"

"It doesn't taste right, it's a bit weak."

Chu Jingrong put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that he took a bite of, turned his face slightly, and could no longer whet his appetite.

"My lord, Wufangzhai didn't change the cook, but... but..." Qingwu pinched the corner of his sleeve robe, wondering if he should confess.

"Speak straight, don't hesitate."

"My lord, the osmanthus crisps and mung bean cakes that the prince sent before were all made by the prince himself. He went to Wufangzhai and Daoxiang village to learn the craft from the cook. The shopkeepers are all saying... say..."

"Say what?" Chu Jingrong's hands hidden in the sleeves curled up into fists, and the light in his eyes was obscure.

"I didn't say anything, I misunderstood." Qingwu couldn't bear to speak, so he wanted to find a reason to prevaricate.

"What did you say!" Seeing that Chu Jingrong's voice suddenly rose, Qingwu didn't dare to disobey, so he could only tell the truth.

"Say... say that if the prince treats each other sincerely, he will be able to sing harmoniously with his sweetheart, and the love will last forever."

After the words fell, the room was so quiet that Chu Jingrong's chaotic and disordered breathing could be heard. He took a few deep breaths, and finally ordered weakly: "Take it away, from now on...don't eat."

These pastries that he used to like, but now he can't get used to them.

The net that Xiao Yunyan wove with love began to tighten slowly after this person left.

Chu Jingrong was the butterfly in the net, its wings were entwined with spider silk, and it finally lowered its proud head.

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Since the number nine, the new wind blows and the cold air is oppressive.

Xiao Yunyan has been on the expedition for a month, and Chu Jingrong and Xiao Yunyan have also parted ways for a month.

What did Chu Jingrong do in the past month?

He did nothing, just stood in front of the window all day long, staring at the withered wisteria tree in the yard in a daze.

Qingwu couldn't bear to see his young master's distraught appearance, so he prepared the chessboard and fragments, hoping that Chu Jingrong would use these things to divert his attention and pass the time as before.

As a result, after turning a page in the book, he began to be dazed.

As soon as a piece was placed on the chessboard, Chu Jingrong remembered the day when he played chess with Xiao Yunyan. The man put his hand on his side face, half kneeled on the ground, and asked softly, "Is it still cold?"

There seemed to be thousands of tenderness in Xiao Yunyan's eyes. He didn't feel it before, but now thinking about it, he was full of sadness.

Chu Jingrong looked up from time to time, and would see the figure of the sea dongqing hovering over the palace, and lingered several times, unwilling to leave.

Is it also waiting for Xiao Yunyan to come back?

I used to wonder why the sky is so high and the earth is so wide. This wild and unruly bird did not disappear without a trace the moment it was released. Instead, it often landed on the scaffolding in the mansion, combed its feathers, stayed for a while, and then Spread your wings and leave.

Now he understands that Xiao Yunyan neither imprisoned it nor restrained it, Hai Dongqing stayed here voluntarily.

The ridiculous thing is that even a bird can tell the difference, who treats it well, who takes care of it, and then repays it with companionship.

But he couldn't see clearly!

You have to wait until you completely lose it before you see the sun and realize it.

In the past month, the question that Chu Jingrong asked himself the most was whether he loves Xiao Yunyan or not?

The answer is either love or no love.

Can't escape, can't speculate, Chu Jingrong forced himself to face it, to see clearly.

The final answer made him feel ashamed.

He loves Xiao Yunyan!

I love his unswerving affection, love his dedication without expecting anything in return, love his meticulous care, love his forbearance and restraint, and love his inability to restrain himself.

It turned out that as a teacher, no matter how pampered and doted on his apprentice, he would never allow him to hold hands, hug and kiss, and sleep on the same bed.

His feelings for Xiao Yunyan had changed before he knew it.

Looking back and thinking about it, how could I not notice when my heart fell?Perhaps it is precisely because I have noticed that I want to escape and I am unwilling to accept it.

He was afraid, afraid of the eyes of the world, afraid of gossip, so he erected the spikes all over his body and stabbed at the person who loved him the most.

Now that a big mistake has been made, it is riddled with wounds, and a heart that has been trampled on can never be put together again.

I remembered the sentence after Xiao Yunyan sent and left the book: "From now on, Gui'an will be as you wish."

Which one would he like?Nothing to do, never see each other again?

Chu Jingrong's heart throbbed in pain, he knew that Xiao Yunyan always kept what he said.

So I understand better, Xiao Yunyan let go, no longer loves him, and will never forgive him again, that's why he was so resolute when he pulled away and left.

After figuring out his true heart, Chu Jingrong suffered a lot and lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No matter how carefully and richly the food prepared by Qingwu was, Chu Jingrong put down his chopsticks after a few mouthfuls. He didn't intend to make Qingwu worry, but he really couldn't eat it.

After Xiao Yunyan, he also tasted the pain of being trapped by love.

For this reason, Qingwu often wiped tears with his back to his son, Chu Jingrong insisted on torturing himself, but he couldn't speak, so he could only worry.

Xiao Yunyan was far away at the border, life and death were uncertain, whenever news came from outside the Great Wall, it would be sent to the imperial study where Xiao Yiheng was at the first time, and then secretly sent to the palace.

Chu Jingrong instructed Shangshuge in private, but all border battle reports, no matter big or small, must go through his hands.

Lords of Shangshu acted according to their orders, although Xiao Yiheng did not hide all this from Xiao Yiheng, but he did not specifically inform him.

Chu Jingrong didn't know if Xiao Yiheng already knew what he had done, so he didn't have the face to ask.

He was kind to the Xiao family before, but now he is ashamed of the Xiao family.He was born to assist the prince to repay his master's kindness, but Xiao Yunyan was bruised all over his body, but he didn't know how to make up for it?

Not long after Xiao Yunyan set out for the expedition, Chu Xiner and Xiao Qifeng rushed back to the palace, probably because they had received a letter from Xiao Yiheng.

On that day, there was turmoil in the palace all day.

Today's sage Xiao Yiheng was punished by the Supreme Emperor to face the wall of the Taimiao to reflect on his mistakes, and it is said that he was also given a dragon whip, but the matter was kept secret in the palace, and no more news came out, so it is not known whether it is true or not.

No one summoned Chu Jingrong, not Xiao Qifeng, not even Chu Xin'er, they seemed to unanimously abide by Xiao Yunyan's promise to have nothing to do with each other, and kept a respectful distance from Chu Jingrong.

What kind of taste is this?

It's the taste of being exiled by love, deboning and gouging out the heart...

At night, Chu Jingrong tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, half asleep and half awake, the words "Jingrong, I'm here, it's not cold anymore" sounded in his ears.

Chu Jingrong woke up suddenly, only to realize that his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

There seemed to be unusual movements outside the door, Chu Jingrong got up from the couch, put on his outer robe, and walked out the door.

However, the streets of the imperial city are brightly lit, and there are imperial forest soldiers holding torches, shuttling through the streets and alleys.

Chu Jingrong frowned, with a bad premonition in his heart.

It just so happened that at this time, the people sent by Shangshuge came to report in a hurry, with obvious panic on their faces.

"Tell the emperor that something is wrong. The food and grass sent to the battlefield was attacked by the Xia army on the way and burned up."

Chu Jingrong's pupils shrank, and the light in his eyes suddenly became fierce.

"What did you say? Say it again."

As the saying goes, before the soldiers and horses move, the food and grass go first, and the soldiers are fighting outside, and the insufficient supply of food and grass is a big taboo.

"Emperor Master, the grain and grass sent to the battlefield were...by..."

The person sent by Shangshuge to deliver the letter this time was not very clever, and wanted to repeat it obediently, but was so frightened by Chu Jingrong's angry shout that he prostrated on the ground trembling, not daring to speak again.

"A bunch of trash, dare to travel on such an important matter?"

The person who sent the message was frightened and kowtowed, but he didn't hear any other movement for a long time. When he mustered up the courage to look up, where is the figure of the emperor?

Chu Jingrong was so good at lightness kung fu that he rushed into Shangshu Pavilion without the effort of a cup of tea.

The person fell lightly from the eaves, and none of the royal guards in the palace noticed anything, only a light footprint was left on the unmelted white snow on the ground.

When such a big thing happened, Xiao Yiheng was naturally there, and the officials in charge of grain and grass transportation knelt together, claiming that they deserved to die, and begged the sage to spare their lives.

Xiao Yiheng was furious, but there was nothing he could do for a while. It was easy to kill them. How could he gather the destroyed food and grass in a short time?

Chu Jingrong opened the rolling curtain and walked in. His whole body was shrouded in chills, and he was calm on the surface, but his reason had already been burnt out by anger.

Regardless of Xiao Yiheng was still present, Chu Jingrong stepped forward and kicked those mediocre officials who were afraid of death for a long time, and the remaining few who did not beg for mercy did not dare to breathe.

"The food and grass care is not good, and the death penalty is inevitable. How dare you beg for mercy? Come, put him on death row, and be executed tomorrow afternoon."

Although it is not the will of the Holy One, no one dares to disobey the order of the emperor.

Xiao Yiheng looked at Chu Jingrong silently, even if he had resentment towards Chu Jingrong in his heart because of Xiao Yunyan, he couldn't say anything right now.

Even he was helpless in this matter, except for Chu Jingrong, no one could settle it.

Sitting on the hard couch at the side, Chu Jingrong closed his eyes, pinched the center of his brows with his index finger and thumb, and meditated for a while.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, and fixed his eyes on the quiet ministers in Shangshuge. Chu Jingrong opened his thin lips lightly, and issued orders in an unquestionable tone, soothing people's hearts.

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