The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

In the spring of the 24th year of the Great Jin Dynasty, the south experienced floods that were rare in a century.

After the flood receded, the plague raged, the people were displaced, and corpses were everywhere.

The emperor appointed Xin Wang, who was only 16 years old, to go to the south for disaster relief.

It was said that it was for disaster relief, but the silver taels and medicinal materials given were pitifully small, and the part that was not enough was raised by King Xin himself.

Where can a 16-year-old boy with no roots and roots get money?

"Your Majesty wants to force brother Ye to death, right? You know that the plague is rampant in the south, and you are asked to go to the disaster relief. The disaster relief is fine, and you don't even give money and medicinal materials. This is clearly making things difficult!"

While packing up Chen Ye's luggage, Jingyuan gritted his teeth and complained: "You sold all the land property shops, and it's just a drop in the bucket, which is far from the amount you need. What should you do with the rest?"

"Is Jingyuan afraid of living a hard life?" Chen Ye had been listening quietly, and at this moment he suddenly asked: "I have nothing to do now, and the only thing I have is Xinwangfu, which is nothing but an empty shelf. It is no longer possible to give Jingyuan a life of rich clothes and fine food."

Jingyuan smiled slowly: "Don't you know what life I lived in the past? Do you think I will be a person who is afraid of living a hard life?"

Chen Ye stared out the window, the sycamore tree was in full bloom.Like the spring many years ago, fluttering in the wind.The pink and purple petals swayed slightly like a fan, and wisps of fragrance wafted in the hair under the sleeves: "Your Majesty used this method to force Daddy to death, and now, he wants to use the same method to force me to death. Xin Wangfu is his thorn in the side, The thorn in the flesh must be removed quickly. Even if it is not disaster relief, it must be something else."

These words can already be regarded as outrageous.

Gritting his teeth and suffering for so many years, Chen Ye suddenly didn't want to bear it anymore, maybe it was because he couldn't bear it when he was facing extinction, or maybe there was someone around him who made him unwilling to bear it anymore: "Jingyuan, don't worry, I won't let you live like this for long."

Jingyuan tilted his head slightly, and his big black and smart eyes were full of playfulness and cuteness: "Brother Ye has always been taking care of my hair. Today I want Brother Ye to comb my hair again, and put my Dress up beautifully and send you on a long journey."

Chen Ye turned his head, looked at Jingyuan, stretched out his hand to hold a strand of her hair, and stroked it gently with his fingertips.After more than half a year of intensive care, her originally long withered and yellow hair was moistened by the water he raised, and it felt cool to the touch.

He nodded with a smile: "OK."

The girl sits in front of the mirror.Holding the horn comb, Chen Ye gently combed her smooth long hair.His fingers were very dexterous, a pearl hair band was hooked by his fingers, and it shuttled back and forth between the hair strands. After a while, he combed a very beautiful double-hanging bun, inserted a light green hosta, and tied a string of light powder Zhuhua, and then pressed the temples with the South Pearl, and a delicate and smart little girl appeared in front of her eyes.

The girl smiled sweetly, just like countless mornings in the past, when he held her hair and made up in the mirror, she gave him a bright smile back: "Brother Ye, will you come back?"

Chen Ye stared at the girl in the mirror, and promised her word by word: "Jingyuan, I will come back. I promised my father that no matter how hard it is, I will protect myself and...you."

Jing Yuan was slightly moved: "Brother Ye..."

Chen Ye stroked her temples lightly, and told her carefully: "When I'm not in the palace, you need to keep the door closed and don't interact with anyone. If someone bullies you, you must bear it and wait for it." I'm back...Jingyuan, you must be fine, you know?"

Fingertips lingered between the slightly cold crow-blue hair.His reluctance and longing for her were all braided into the hairband one by one, and pinned among the pearls: "No matter how bad the news is, don't believe it, and wait for me to come back with peace of mind."

"Yes, I see." The girl in the mirror was obviously smiling, but there were tears in her eyes.Those eyes were so bright that Chen Ye's burning heart trembled slightly.

He covered her eyes with his hands, and said in a low voice: "Good Jingyuan, remember, no matter when and where, don't cry for me, and don't let me leave with my concern for you."

Jing Yuan took a deep breath, suppressed the surging tears, raised the corners of his mouth, and tried his best to show a smile: "Okay, I will listen to Brother Ye for everything."

"When I come back from this disaster relief, I will join the army and use military merits to earn a living and a bright future."

My father once said that we must learn to compromise when necessary, and hit the target when we see it.

Jingyuan, I can wrong myself, but I can't bear to wrong you.

Birds are chirping outside the window, flowers are in full bloom, and the sun is bright and bright. It seems that there is no place in this world that is not warm.

However, a pair of young men and women are forced to stand in a corner where the sun will never shine, longing for the light.In the dark night, I forced myself to grow up, be strong, and finally become indifferent a little bit.

Chen Ye had just arrived in the South, and would send a few letters home from time to time, but after half a year, there was no news.

Some say he died in that plague.Others say he was attacked by rioting refugees and died.

Jingyuan dismissed most of the servants in the mansion and stayed behind closed doors.The formerly bustling and bustling palace seemed to be desolate without any human habitation.

Another spring, Jingyuan sat under the sycamore tree, picking and choosing from a basket of sycamore flowers, and told the maid who was busy with her on the opposite side: "Wash it with water, steam it in a basket, and then chop it into pieces." Let’s make steamed buns tonight.”

The maid asked with a smile: "I remember that the girl loves to eat sycamore flowers pickled in sugar? Do you want me to pickle some for the girl?"

Candied sycamore flowers?

Jing Yuan was in a daze, it seemed that since the boy left, she no longer knew what sweetness was like.

"When Brother Ye comes back, let him pickle it for me. I only eat the sycamore flowers he pickled."

The maid restrained the smile on her face, lowered her hands and stepped back.

No one inside or outside the capital knew that Prince Xin had died, and that Prince Xin's Mansion would last for a few years.Only this master is not the master, and the girl is not the mistress of the girl. I firmly believe that the king will come back.

Jing Yuan pinched a sycamore flower and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.After a touch of sweetness, there is an extreme bitterness.

She swallowed hard, and looked up at the distant horizon.Brother Ye, where are you?I can't stand it any longer.

At night, Prince Xin's Mansion was dark.

A thin and agile figure walked through many courtyards, stood in front of Jingyuan's bed, stretched out his fingers to gently stroke her eyebrows and eyes, eyes full of greed and longing: "Jingyuan, I'm back."

"Brother Ye, is that you?" Jing Yuan held that hand tightly, not daring to open his eyes.I'm afraid that when I open my eyes, the person in front of me will turn into nothingness.

"It's me. I'm back. I've made you suffer for more than a year."

Her fingers were so warm, her voice was so clear, it turned out that her brother Ye had really returned!

Jing Yuan threw himself into Chen Ye's arms, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, sad or happy, only tears rolled down: "...Brother Ye, I'm so scared..."

Chen Ye patted her on the back and whispered softly: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you for the rest of my life."

"I want you to comb my hair every day, and I want you to pickle sycamore flowers for me..."

"Okay, Brother Ye will give you whatever Jingyuan wants."