Taking the initiative to kiss

, Jiang Weiren almost froze when Yan Qing's lips fell.

Yan Qing was not a skilled kisser, and her two pitiful experiences were all related to him.

Jiang Weiren quickly turned his back on his guests. Not only did he not let her go with his lips and tongue, but he also "extended too much" and pulled her to him and hugged her.

With the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, Mr. Jiang's heart was filled with excitement. When he thought that she would take such initiative, he felt even more ecstatic.

Yan Qing was so soft that she couldn't even push her away, let alone push her away. Jiang Weiren gently pulled her to sit on his lap, then held her face and kissed her again.

This kiss was lingering and lingering, and I don’t know how long it had passed. When their lips and tongues separated, they no longer knew what night it was.

Yan Qing's cheeks were a crimson color, burning like red clouds all the way to the back of her ears, and her lips were even redder. She looked so pitiful.

Yan Qing wanted to get up, but he wouldn't let her. She frowned and said, "You're still injured..."

"It's okay," he said softly, "The injury is just on the waist, and I don't use much force to hold you." "

Yan Qing still felt something was wrong, so Jiang Weiren leaned over and whispered in her ear: "I know your Majesty will say that I am arrogant again, but now that I am injured, your Majesty should take pity on me and allow me to be arrogant for a while. Right?"

The voice was low and lingering, and his breath was so close. Yan Qing's face turned redder and redder. Fortunately, she didn't refuse anymore and just leaned into his arms, neither of them speaking.

Jiang Weiren didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of breaking the tranquility of the moment, and for fear of causing her to say something heartless again.

After a while, her head drooped to the crook of his shoulder. Jiang Weiren looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep with her eyes closed.

Yan Qing was really tired. Ever since the secret letter about Jiang Weiren's assassination was sent to the capital, she had been waiting for the news from Huaizuo every day. She either had no sleep at night or was plagued by nightmares. Moreover, she was already weak and sick. Such exertion makes me feel even more tired.

The long kiss just now made her whole body soft. Now she was leaning in his arms. The worries of the past days were relieved at that moment. The time was quiet and she fell asleep accidentally.

Jiang Weiren felt that his heart turned to water at this moment. Looking at her tired sleeping face, he felt love and pity for her. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead, and then hugged her so carefully, not daring to move. move.

There were only two candles lit in the house, and the light and shadow were dim. The moonlight outside was leaking in through the window openings, and spread all over the floor, as sparse as residual snow. The shadows of the two people were cast on the ground, and they looked like they were one person.

After calculating the time, the palace door must have been locked, and there was no way she could go back.

In fact, he just lied to her. He had to be careful when hugging her. The wound would always hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the tenderness and tenderness at the moment. I don’t know how long it had been, even the wound The pain in her body had become numb, and Jiang Weiren was sure that Yan Qing was already asleep, so he picked her up and gently placed her on the couch.

He got up and took a quilt from the cabinet nearby, covered her up, and then went outside to tell the housekeeper to arrange guest rooms for the two people who came with her.

When she went in again, she was sleeping soundly. Jiang Weiren walked forward gently, undressed and lay next to her. He looked at her quietly with the faint candlelight, reluctant to close his eyes.

Recalling the more than ten years between them, the passing of life, the gathering and separation of life, seemed to be just a snap of the fingers, and at this moment, I just feel that the years are quiet and peaceful, as if in a dream.

She had another nightmare at night. She was sweating profusely and muttering something. He stood up to get the veil. She waved her hand and waited for him to come back, then grabbed his robe.

He took the handkerchief and wiped her sweat bit by bit. He was afraid of waking her up, so he moved very gently, as if he were dealing with a fragile piece of thin porcelain.

The murmur in her mouth was unclear, and Jiang Weiren leaned over to listen, only to realize that she was reciting his name.

Infinite sadness surged out of my heart for an instant, and then there was a lingering joy that seemed to come back to me.

All her unfeelings before were indeed just hard words.

After wiping away the sweat, he reached out to hug her and patted her back gently, like a child being coaxed to sleep.

Slowly, Yan Qing finally calmed down, and Jiang Weiren lay down next to her. Seeing that Yan Qing was still clutching his robe, he took the robe out from her fingers, then stretched out his hand to replace the robe. , interlocking with her fingers.

When Yan woke up, it was still dark. When he opened his eyes and saw the face in front of him, he thought he was still in a dream.

She looked carefully again and felt that his appearance was too real. She sat up and found that she was lying in a completely unfamiliar place. At this time, the memory in her mind came to life, and she I remembered why I was here.

The memory ended when she was leaning in Jiang Weiren's arms last night. Yan Qing looked down at her body and found that her clothes were slightly scattered, but they were still the same as yesterday. When she turned around, she saw that Jiang Weiren had woken up and was looking at him.

Naturally, his eyes were full of smiles, and his gaze was comparable to the spring scenery outside.

Yan Qing was anxious and angry, "Why didn't you wake me up last night? How unbecoming was this? Did you do it on purpose?"

Jiang Weiren nodded, "I deserve death for my crime..."

In this way, Yan Qing was reborn. There was nothing I could do about it, I just hated myself for being careless and falling asleep like that.

Seeing that it was still early outside, Yan Qing quickly got up. After straightening his clothes, he found that his bun had already been loosened and slanted. He would definitely not be able to go out. After looking around the room, he gritted his teeth. Turn around and look at Jiang Weiren.

"You...go find me a bronze mirror." She pretended to be calm.

Jiang Weiren stood up and said softly with a smile: "I obey the order."

When he came back holding the bronze mirror, he saw that she had loosened her black hair and draped it behind her back, like a piece of dark brocade, which made her look beautiful. The eyebrows are brighter and more vivid.

Yan Qing only wore a simple bun and did not make any modifications. She just wanted to go back to the palace early. When she turned around, she saw Jiang Weiren looking directly at him from the side, as if combing her hair was not a rare thing.

She was about to get up, but unexpectedly he walked up behind her, lowered his head suddenly, and came close to her face. Two faces appeared in the bronze mirror, as if it was an ordinary couple in the folk, where the husband just came to see his wife combing her hair. .

Yan Qing looked at the scene in the mirror, but felt even more sad, and lowered his head. Jiang Weiren looked at it and asked, "What's wrong?" Jiang Weiren

thought she was still angry about what happened yesterday, and didn't understand the helplessness in Yan Qing's heart. From the moment I heard the news about his accident, as long as I thought that something would happen to him, and that I would never see him again, I just felt that nothing mattered.

After all, she still couldn't deceive herself...

"Jiang Weiren," she suddenly raised her head and asked, "Have you ever thought about the future?"

He was stunned by her question. Yan Qing saw it and his eyes darkened, "You and I are like this. If you are entangled in your identity, you will be criticized by the world and be infamed by future generations..."

"It's just infamy," Jiang Weiren said lightly, "Anyway, my reputation in the past is not that good."

She was anxious and was about to speak, but Jiang Weiren . But he laughed and said in a low voice: "Okay, I'm just teasing you. It's okay for me to bear the reputation. If you are criticized by the world, I will feel sad."

Yan Qing frowned when he heard his glib tone. Jiang Weiren He reached out to hold her hand, but she broke away.

The smile in Jiang Weiren's eyes got even bigger, "You are right, with our identities, it is indeed impossible to be together," he looked at her and said in a low voice, "But Qingqing, identity can be changed. "

Yan Qing looked at him in shock and murmured: "What do you mean?"

"There is no Queen Mother Shengyi in this world, and there is also Queen Mother Ciyi. Without the chief minister Jiang Weiren, there are other successors. He stood behind her and said calmly, "The world can be without Yan Qing, and it can also be without Jiang Weiren."

Looking at Yan Qing's shocked and dazed look, Jiang Weiren sighed and said in a low voice: "Qingqing, I can't live without you." It's not this world... it's just me."

Yan Qing was stunned, because he never thought that the calculation in his heart turned out to be like this.

"Don't worry. If you leave the palace, Empress Dowager Ciyi will naturally be happy to see it happen. However, His Majesty is still young and cannot govern. In two or three years, when I assist him until he is able to govern himself, I will be able to return the favor of the late emperor. There is no need to worry about kindness anymore." After he finished speaking, he looked at her and said, "In the past, Mr. Dingtao and Concubine Yue went to live in seclusion together and went boating on Wu Lake. As long as you are willing to give up this wealth and prosperity... I am willing to follow suit. "

Mr. Dingtao of the previous dynasty helped the king conquer the world, but he never gave up his affection. In the end, he and the concubine Yue faked their death and returned, which became a legend for thousands of years.

For Yan Qing, she has no nostalgia for this splendid tall building. The world is so vast. Why doesn't she want to visit all over the world, fall in love with the mountains and rivers, and live a leisurely life?

"But Jiang Weiren, can you really give up all this?"

Mr. Yuanfu's honor, the power in the world, and the reputation of King Fubi... To reach this day, he has experienced many ups and downs, and experienced many ups and downs of life and death. In the end, can you really let it go and have no regrets?

She wasn't afraid that he couldn't do it, she was just afraid that he would be impulsive and have regrets in his heart for the rest of his life.

Jiang Weiren smiled and said to her: "Qingqing, do you know what I'm most afraid of?"

Yan Qing shook his head, and then replied with a wry smile: "I'm not afraid of you being greedy for wealth and honor, I'm just afraid... in your heart I can't let go of the late emperor."

She was afraid that he wouldn't be able to let go of his power, and he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to let go of her past. The two of them carefully figured it out, but in the end they couldn't determine how much weight they held in each other's heart.

"That night, you asked me whether I was grateful to the late emperor or the love between men and women, Jiang Weiren," she stood up, turned around to face him, and said in a low voice, "I have known the late emperor since childhood, and I know you better." How long ago..."

When Jiang Weiren heard what she said, he felt a knot in his heart, and just as he was feeling a little sad, he heard her say: "If I had feelings for him as a man and a woman, why would I have any further involvement with you and Shen Zhu? , the answer you want to know, I already said it in the 20th year of Chenghua..."

She asked outside the Changting Pavilion in the suburbs of Beijing in the 20th year of Chenghua.

Jiang Weiren, do you have me in your heart?

Jiang Weiren's heart froze, all kinds of bitterness came up, and he took her into his arms.

"I know I can't help the late emperor. I am willing to rule the prosperous times for him, assist his young master, and establish the country for him... But Qingqing, you are the only one I will not change."

Yes, in the 20th year of Chenghua, she It's already been said.

But they had gone through ups and downs, and wasted too much time.

The girl in green clothes who became a prince in the thirteenth year of Chenghua, the handsome boy beside the lotus lanterns in Qujiang, and the girl who watched the fireworks with him under the Xuande Tower fireworks...

In these three thousand worlds, everyone is busy, but only That person is unforgettable no matter how many times he comes.