After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

On New Year's Eve, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky.

The more this kind of family reunion day, the more unbearable it is for those who are alone to recall the past.

If Xiao Yunyan was still there, a grand fireworks festival might be prepared for him, and three thousand lights might be lit for him, just to make him smile.

But now, all the possibilities are no longer possible.

Qingwu held two Kongming lanterns and knocked on the door of Chu Jingrong's room.

"Young master, come out and put the Kongming lanterns. I heard that if you write your wishes on the lanterns and fly to the night sky, the gods will help you realize your wishes after seeing them. It is very effective."

Chu Jingrong locked himself in the room, and the blood-stained Heli book was spread on the desk in front of him.

He wanted to know what Xiao Yunyan was thinking when he wrote and left the book, was it pain, reluctance, or relief?

He wasn't in the mood to put up any Kongming lanterns, but after hearing the second half of Qingwu's words, Chu Jingrong couldn't help feeling hopeful again.

He pushed open the door and walked out, taking the Kongming Lantern from Qingwu's hand.

Use a torch to light the gold paper under the lamp, then write a line of small characters on the lamp card with a pen, and finally tie the lamp card to the thin string of the Kongming lantern.

Chu Jingrong opened his hands lightly, and watched Kongming Lantern flying into the night sky with his prayers.

"May Erlang return in victory as soon as possible."

Xiao Yunyan fought abroad for three years, and Chu Jingrong put Kongming lanterns on for three years. Every year, the prayers are the same.

After Qingwu lifted his Kongming Lantern into the sky, he suddenly squeezed his cuffs and said in embarrassment: "My lord, on the third day of the first lunar month, I would like to ask for a day off."

"What's the matter?" Chu Jingrong didn't mean to refuse, but just asked out of habit.

However, Qingwu became hesitant this time: "It's like this, Brother Wang said that he has time in the third year of junior high, and he is willing... Willing to accompany me home to visit relatives."

One firework has withered, and the other firework has not had time to bloom. Without the reflection of the firework, the night is dark, making it difficult to see the expression on Jing Rong's face.

"Brother Wang, is that Wang San?"

Chu Jingrong was not ignorant of the tricky relationship between Qingwu and Wang San, but he did not intervene too much.

After all, this is Qingwu's private matter, he has the right to decide who he will spend his whole life with in the future.

"My lord, you... how do you know?" Qingwu's eyes widened in shock, his tongue was tied up for a while, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Chu Jingrong didn't answer this question, but looked up at the fireworks that exploded in the sky and then disappeared, and asked softly, "Do you know what day the third day of junior high school is?"

"Huh?" Qingwu was a little confused, so he was a bit naive in his straightforwardness: "It's the third day after the year!"

With a slight sigh, Chu Jingrong reminded: "The third day of the junior high school is the day when the husband and the wife go back home."

After finishing speaking, Chu Jingrong turned his head and went back to the room, leaving only Qingwu standing in the courtyard alone, repeating the young master's words over and over again, pondering over and over for a while, his ears turned red.

The guards of the palace have a seven-day holiday after the new year, but Wang San lied to Qingwu that they only have time in the third year of junior high.

The time to accompany him home to visit relatives was set in the third year of junior high school, and it was obvious what kind of wolf ambition he had.

Only this time, Chu Jingrong still did not stop him.

He had gone through Wang San's resume in the mansion before, he was a poor man, he was upright, the third child in the family, there was originally a brother and a sister.

But his elder brother died on the battlefield, and his elder sister died of dystocia. Now he is raising his elderly mother and sending his younger brother to private school.

Although working as a guard in the palace, the monthly salary is relatively generous, but it is not easy for this kind of family to marry a daughter of a good family.

Instead, I heard that there was a childhood sweetheart who abandoned him in the end and married a concubine from a high-ranking family as a concubine.

Maybe it was because he was discouraged, so he didn't talk about marriage until now, but after seeing Qingwu by accident, he began to pursue him openly and secretly.

Qingwu was originally an orphan, after being brought by his side, he settled down in a wealthy businessman and became his stepson.

It is definitely not his turn to inherit the family business, but for an orphan, being able to call a mother to a woman who is over the age, and a father to a man who is not confused, is already something he has never experienced before. happy.

That wealthy businessman is a good man, otherwise Chu Jingrong would not have agreed to Qingwu's adoption.

But a businessman, it is inevitable to calculate, he treats Qingwu well, Chu Jingrong treats him well, under the protection of the emperor's teacher, he grows from a merchant in a small place to a rich man.

In the end, they have no control over Qingwu's lifelong affairs, and they have to ask Chu Jingrong for instructions in the end.

Therefore, as long as he nods, there will not be too many obstacles in the matter between Wang San and Qingwu.

Chu Jingrong was happy for Qingwu, but couldn't help feeling sad.

The reason why he was a little sad was because all the bookboys who served by his side had met their lovers, but his lover was now guarding the border, and he didn't know when he would return?

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As the days passed, Chu Jingrong's body, which was afraid of the cold, managed to survive this severe winter, looking forward to the warm spring and the blooming of flowers in the coming year.

But the willows and willows on the streets are full of beauty, and the peaches and plums are competing for beauty, but Chu Jingrong's thoughts can't be brightened anyway.

The days of missing are hard after all.

Waiting until the Qiqiao Festival, when the battle report came from the border again, Chu Jingrong thought it over and made a bold decision.

He prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and picked up a pen to write a line of words on the rice paper.

"Lovesickness has become sorrow, I hope you will return soon." Then he went out again, and picked a peony in the imperial garden of the palace, and put it in the letter.

It was the first time to do such a thing, and Chu Jingrong's ears turned red with embarrassment.

He is no longer young, and his nature is cold and cold. He dare not think that one day, he will do such unspeakable things like that young girl who is just in love.

Chu Jingrong stuffed the letter into the envelope, and asked the messenger on the return trip to deliver the letter to the prince himself.

Although he did not write his name on the signature, Chu Jingrong believed that Xiao Yunyan would definitely be able to recognize his handwriting.

After the messenger set off, Chu Jingrong suddenly felt that there was hope for his life.

He would think from time to time, how would Xiao Yunyan reply to him?Is it a lengthy confession, saying that the king's heart is like mine, or a few words of indifference?

In the second cold winter of Xiao Yunyan's war outside the Great Wall, Chu Jingrong once again received the border battle report.

He couldn't wait to open it to read, but there was no reply at all.

Even the battle report, which had always been inscribed by Xiao Yunyan himself, has become someone else's handwriting, which should be written by the accompanying civil servants.

The blood on Chu Jingrong's face faded instantly, his eyes were lowered, and the expression on his face was obscure.

The battle report was crumpled into a crumpled ball in the palm of his hand, and the next second, Chu Jingrong rushed out of the Shangshu Pavilion, missing his whereabouts.

Qingwu went to visit his mother at Brother Wang's house today, and came back a bit late.

When he returned to the palace, he found that his son was lying in thin clothes under the dead wisteria tree in the courtyard, with a few empty wine jars at his feet.

Yes, the wisteria tree is dead.

This tree is precious and needs someone to take good care of it. When the prince was there, he did it all by himself. Now that the prince is gone, the wisteria tree failed to germinate and bloom after the spring of the second year.

"Young master, wake up, what happened, why did you drink so much wine?"

Chu Jingrong is not fond of wine, and only occasionally has a drink or two when he is in the mood.The young master has always been sensible, even when he missed the prince, he refrained from drinking, drinking so much today is too abnormal.

Qingwu hurriedly supported him, but after pulling away Chu Jingrong's messy black hair, he froze in place.

Son, he... cried?

Qingwu suddenly felt his nose sour, and his eyes turned red.

When the prince was there, he felt sorry for the prince's infatuation and could not get a response. Now that the prince is gone, he felt sorry for the young master who tortured himself because he missed his beloved.

"Young master, what happened?"

Chu Jingrong didn't know that he had been crying for a long time without knowing it. His eyes were out of focus, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head and seemed to look at Qingwu, and seemed to be looking at someone else through Qingwu.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was the name of the prince.

"Xiao Yunyan, he... hated me, he must have hated me."

"He didn't reply to the letter, and he didn't even want to write a pen for the battle report. He...has hated me so far, and doesn't want to have anything to do with me anymore."

"Xiao Yunyan, you bastard, how dare you treat me like this, how dare you treat me like this?"

Chu Jingrong questioned brokenly, as if he was the one who was let down, as if he wanted to let these words ride the wind and send them to the ears of the heartless people at the border.

Qingwu actually wanted to ask: Young Master, isn't this all what you asked for?The prince really did as you said, but you couldn't take it anymore.

It can be seen that Chu Jingrong is so sad, how can Qingwu ask this question?

Can't follow the young master to criticize the prince? From Qingwu's point of view, the prince is a rare infatuated person in this world. As for the cruel words that the young master said before, if he were himself, he would die of old age after hitting a wall twice. Contacted.

A good word is warm in the spring, and a bad word hurts the cold in June. Sometimes, unfeeling words are more painful than punching someone.

"My lord, it's cold on the ground, get up quickly, otherwise the prince will know about it in the future, and his heart will be hurt."

Chu Jingrong refused to get up, he shook his head, after being drunk, his face was no longer cold, but rather charming.

"He doesn't care if you lie to me, no matter what I do, he doesn't care anymore."

"He's gone, don't want me anymore."

"But why? After opening the door of my heart, why left me alone in the same place."

"Can't you... hold on for a while longer? Obviously I... have already looked back!"

As long as one falls in love, no matter how rational a person is usually, he will become a messy person.

Qingwu sighed softly, not knowing how to persuade him.

The prince is also a person of flesh and blood, not a stone statue, who can't stand forever and wait for someone who doesn't want to turn back.

Once or twice is okay, three times and four times are countless times, it hurts people's hearts!

Qingwu thought that Chu Jingrong hadn't reflected on himself, after all, it was difficult for such an arrogant person to let go of his burden and bow his head.

But after a while, he saw Chu Jingrong narrowing his eyes again and whispering in a muffled voice: "It's my fault. From now on, I won't be so bad again, and I won't be open-mouthed again. Erlang, when will he come back?" ah?"

"me……"

"I miss him." The last three words were blown into the air lightly by the wind.

The author has something to say:

My wife is so delicate and soft, especially easy to bully!

Xiao Yunyan, look quickly!Hurry back and bully him!

Bring back all the suffering you have suffered!

Hehe, gradually changing...

(Think I won’t update tonight? Hey, I want to update. It’s just such a rebellious, unrestrained, unrestrained wild horse, no one can control me!)