[Youth and Childhood]
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When Qingzhi woke up, she found herself lying on Wen Jian's lap. Wen Jian was holding a scroll in his hand and reading it carefully.
Looking up from her line of sight, she could clearly see Wen Jian's beautiful neck and lightly pursed thin lips. His fingers were turning the pages of the book with slender fingers, and his eyes were quietly moving down. Outside the window sill, The setting sun shone in, casting a hazy light on Wen Jian's body. She lowered her head again and saw Wen Jian's other hand gently resting on her hair. This very ordinary and casual movement made her feel... It feels very intimate.
Wen Jian seemed to notice that she was awake, put down the book in her hand, gently brushed the hair at the corner of her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Are you awake?"
Qingzhi rubbed her eyes and got up from his lap. Half of her face was a little red, her hair was still pursed at the corner of her mouth, and her peach blossom eyes were hazy, looking a little confused.
Wen Jian stretched out her hand to smooth her messy hair, looked down at her and said, "Are you tired in the military camp?"
Qingzhi yawned and couldn't help but lie on top of him and said, "It's okay, I just stayed on the practice field for a little longer."
"You have a weak constitution, so don't force yourself."
"I know." Qingzhi lay on him for a while, and saw the book in his hand from the corner of her eye. She sat up straight, took his book, looked down at it, and said softly: "This time I'm going to Qingshan This is a rare opportunity, maybe when you come back, you will really become the youngest prime minister in the court."
Wen Jian heard the reluctance in her tone and held her hand. Qingzhi had no choice but to turn back to look at him. The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Wen Jian raised her lips and said calmly: "Uncle Sheng and I asked for Qingzhi." If Qingzhi is willing, he can accompany me to Qingshan during the short holiday."
Hearing this, Qingzhi was stunned for a moment and blinked her eyelashes lightly.
Wen Jian stretched out her fingers and gently touched the mole at the corner of her eye. Regardless of Qingzhi who was still covered, she took Qingzhi's hand and said, "Let's go, the Imperial Academy is closing."
"Did dad agree?"
"He said to listen to what you want."
Qingzhi's little face was cold, but when she raised her eyes to look at a lush and tall bamboo forest in the Hanlin Academy, her eyes were lightly covered with hazy mist, which was very soft.
She looked at the bamboo forest and answered Wen Jian's words: "Okay."
On the way back, Wen Jian gently held Qingzhi's hand. Qingzhi would occasionally turn his head to take a look, then squeeze his fingers, and then heard Wen Jian say: "When I come back from Qingshan, my father and I will Tell me, mother, and I will go to Shenghe Palace to propose marriage."
Qing Zhibie looked away indifferently at first, her ears were dyed a light red, and she responded in a low voice with a soft nasal voice.
The two of them grew up as childhood sweethearts and never had any fights or arguments. Even if they had any disputes, Wen Jian would let Qingzhi go.
It is only natural that Qingzhi and Wen Jian will get together and get married.
No one would have imagined what kind of accident would happen to these two people.
After Wen Jian sent Qingzhi back to Shenghe Palace, he returned home on his own.
But things were not peaceful in Ji's Mansion. When he went back, he saw Ji Xiaoxiao being punished to kneel in the courtyard. He walked over as usual. When Jixiao looked up, he saw that his brother had returned from the Hanlin Academy. , she tugged at Wen Jian's white clothes, looked up at her crying face, and said with tears in her eyes: "Brother, can you go and plead with your mother? Tell her that you knew you were wrong when you were young. …”