The prince opened early, and Jiang Qingyue was sent to the palace as a companion at the age of four.
The pink and tender mass, accompanied by Ren Shuhan like a small tail, is too cute, anyone who sees it wants to hug and kiss.
"Don't be rude." But Xiao Ren Shuhan was very protective, and no one would kiss him.
Jiang Qingyue was annoyed by being kissed, so she hid behind Ren Shuhan.
"Why are you so domineering?" Lu Yan's brother-in-law was ten years older than Lu Yan, and he was already able to tease his younger brother. He repeatedly wanted to pinch Jiang Qingyue's face, "Can you kiss me alone?"
Xiao Ren Shuhan nodded slowly.
Jiang Qingyue also said in a milky voice: "My Second Highness and I have a marriage contract, and he can only kiss him alone."
The crowd laughed at him.
Originally, the baby's relatives seemed to talk about it casually, but seeing that the two children were so compatible, the queen settled on this matter: "Qingyue will hold Yan'er when she catches Zhou, and when Yan'er seals Wang Jianfu in the future, she will Be our little princess for Lu Yan'er."
Jiang Qingyue bowed her head shyly, and Ren Shuhan held his little hand tightly.
At that time, Jiang Zhe's first wife was still alive. Although she kept Jiang Qingyue by her side, she would naturally be more alienated from Jiang Qingyue than her own children. The same was true for the queen when she treated Xiao Ren Shuhan, and she loved Lu Yan even more. brother.
So the two children became the closest people to each other.
Ren Shuhan leads him wherever he goes, sleeps together during lunch breaks, and asks Jiang Qingyue to live in the palace when the schoolwork is heavy, and sleep with him.
At the age of twelve or thirteen, during the Mid-Yuan Festival, Ren Shuhan secretly took Jiang Qingyue out of the palace to see the lanterns, and turned around to buy a candy man. Men's".
That young man was more than a head taller than Ren Shuhan, and he brought several servants, but in the end his face was swollen.
Ren Shuhan took Jiang Qingyue for a walk under an unoccupied bridge, and ran very embarrassedly, a strand of hair fell on his forehead, and his clothes were a little messy, and he comforted the little book boy firmly: "I didn't get caught in the palace. The guards found out."
Jiang Qingyue was happy when she saw him stand up for herself, and lowered her head and snickered.
Ren Shuhan, who has been raised in the deep palace since childhood, is very disciplined, somewhat restrained, and will only ask him stupidly: "Did it hurt you?"
"No." Jiang Qingyue tapped her shoulder with her finger, "He pushed me here."
Ren Shuhan stretched out his hand awkwardly and wiped his clothes: "Isn't it dirty?"
Jiang Qingyue shook her head, originally worried that he would dislike being touched by someone, but now she is completely relieved, but the place he touched became inexplicably hot.
That year Jiang Qingyue thought: He likes me.
Later, they went out to the palace to play a few times together, heard a lot of stories, watched a lot of scenery, and gave each other a bunch of gadgets.
Compared with Ren Shuhan, who was crowned king and left the palace on fifteenth, Jiang Qingyue, who grew up, had less freedom, and could only wait at home on weekdays, counting the days until he came to find her.
The gentlemen don't ask much for an idle prince. Jiang Qingyue, as a companion, is generally only responsible for covering the dozing Ren Shuhan's clothes.
On the contrary, the homework that Jiang Qingyue was not good at, such as shooting and fighting, were all taught by Ren Shuhan, and used these excuses to take him out for outings, boating, and polo.
Jiang Qingyue doesn't like the games he likes very much, but likes to watch him play.
Young people are like jade trees facing the wind, fresh clothes and angry horses, and they attract people's attention wherever they go. Every time Jiang Qingyue is thrown at Ren Shuhan, she will throw her head on Ren Shuhan, because she is too shy to buy flowers by herself. He could only pretend that he didn't want it before throwing it to him.
Occasionally, Jiang Qingyue mustered up the courage to mix in her own handkerchief. Even if it was blown away by the wind, Ren Shuhan would accurately find it in a pile of handkerchiefs, chase after him, grab it, and put it in his arms. inside.
"What was given to me is mine." Ren Shuhan said solemnly.
Jiang Qingyue turned her head blushing, thinking: When can I give him myself
In this way, it was difficult to wait until the age to marry, but unfortunately, he caught up with the national filial piety twice, and soon Ren Shuhan became the regent, and Jiang Qingyue heard some unpleasant voices.
"Can a concubine in the Jiang residence become Princess Qin?"
"I think the side room is fine."
Such rumors were subverted by Ren Shuhan's several visits.
He still likes me, I knew that when Ren Shuhan came to see him again and again under the pretext of being a guest, Jiang Qingyue thought that he was a very affectionate person.
And he looks better the longer he gets.
With a tall and straight body, a broad chest, and an increasingly outstanding appearance, Jiang Qingyue no longer dared to peek at her all the time.
Until one day two years ago, Jiang Qingci appeared in front of Ren Shuhan by chance.
That day, Ren Shuhan just came back from Mobei and brought some things to the Xiangfu. Just as Jiang Qingci went to a nearby temple to pray for blessings, and just entered the door, the two met at the door.
Ren Shuhan was stunned, and Jiang Qingyue, who ran out the moment he heard him, was also stunned.
That's what I like.
Jiang Qingyue thought to herself, it turns out that the kindness he treated me before was just like a younger brother.
He quietly retreated to his room, feeling a pain in his chest.
Jiang Qingyue didn't want to believe it, she always told herself that maybe he just looked at Jiang Qingci more because he came here often but he had never seen it before, but for some reason, the picture was like a nail. It has been nailed into his heart, so that he has to admit - he does not love him.
The script only belongs to the real two male protagonists, and here they laid the foreshadowing without hesitation.
Two years later, the King of Qin suddenly became seriously ill.
The sage was concerned and sent to the imperial doctor, who diagnosed that he would not be able to stay in bed for the rest of his life. The imperial court immediately reshuffled the cards. , Longyan Dayue.
Jiang Qingyue didn't know what was going on, so she nodded.
He was anxious, distressed, and wanted to cry, but he couldn't say the words, and the tears couldn't flow.
The one he loves is there, and a man suffers, even if he doesn't love him, why not
He wants to go to his side to accompany him, take care of him, and tell him that it's okay, you are still as good-looking as before, I still like you as before, we will always be together, I marry you, you lift your veil, move No, it doesn't matter, I hold your hand, just like you held my hand to teach me archery when I was a child, I will be willing to do it all my life, I can also chew up food to feed you, wipe your body, massage you, and groom you. hair.
But his lips were sealed by fate, and he couldn't say a word.
Jiang Qingyue has imagined countless times, wearing a red wedding dress, marrying him, kissing his lips, and hugging him tightly, but now she can only watch others go out in a sedan chair.
Can your brother take care of you? Jiang Qingyue wanted to ask her childhood sweetheart, you like him, but does he like you
The elder brother has always been indifferent to everything, and also has some cleanliness. Will he dislike him who can't move? Jiang Qingyue thought anxiously in her heart, if his brother unintentionally showed disgust and fear, would it hurt his self-esteem? If the food is not cooked well, will there be people in the house who can use it? Will he not eat well or wear warm clothes
But even though his heart had gone to Prince Qin's mansion, he couldn't move a single step, and he couldn't even get out of the door of his own room.
I beg you, no matter who it is, Jiang Qingyue thought in her heart, as long as I can say what I want to say in my heart.
Even if I can see him one last time.
But no one responded.
In fact, even wanting to shed a tear for his beloved has become an extravagant hope.
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Although the memories during this period were only pre-set, they were so dark that when the system came flooding into his mind, Jiang Qingyue could not help but collapsed on the quilt and covered her chest, only to feel that her fingers were sore from heartache.
The memories of previous lives gradually eased this pain, and gradually, only the sadness remained.
None of this is true. He let out a long breath.
He really likes me.
He's coming to marry me, it's true.
"Baby," on the night of the bridal chamber, the man he had always admired since he was a child took out the red hijab from behind. Although it was something that some women in this world might use when they got married, he put it on his head jokingly and childishly. He lifted a corner, half-kneeled in front of him, looked up at him from the bottom up, and said, "I'm here to marry you."
He laughed, but Jiang Qingyue cried.
Ren Shuhan was at a loss for a moment, and threw off his hijab: "Baby, what's the matter? Feeling uncomfortable?"
Jiang Qingyue hugged his neck tightly with her arms and pressed against him, but couldn't help sobbing.
It took him a long time to utter a vague complaint.
"You already promised to marry me."
Ren Shuhan immediately pleaded guilty and begged for mercy, kissing the tears on his cheek: "I'm late, baby, it's my fault."
"It's not your fault," Jiang Qingyue shook her head, "I shouldn't take it seriously."
Ren Shuhan was stunned and anxious, and wrinkled the clothes of the baby in his arms: "What shouldn't be taken seriously? It must be taken seriously!"
Jiang Qingyue held his face and looked at him with distress in her eyes: "Did you know that life is just a play, you are the hero, but I am just a supporting role."
"I know, but I don't care." Ren Shuhan smiled and wiped away his tears.
Jiang Qingyue's tears were still rolling down her face silently, and she asked him softly, "Why, why are you so kind to me?"
Ren Shuhan looked very distressed and wanted to make him smaller and put him on the top of his heart, but smiled helplessly: "I just married a peerless beauty that I like, how can I be nice to you? You are too easy. Are you satisfied?"
Jiang Qingyue still shook her head, raised a small face like a pear blossom with rain, and said with a twitch: "I'm talking about the original world, you said a long time, a long time ago that you would marry me, you used to be Just being nice to me, nice."