Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Lu Che had an idea and casually broke off a flower stem from the spider plant on the windowsill. In a few seconds, he wove it into a wreath.

Tao Yao looked out the window at the stars, and Lu Che looked at her profile. The wind blew in from the window, making her body tingle.

It was spring, and the wind blew, and willow catkins drifted all over the sky, covering the ground. In the desert before, they had never seen such a sight. Only when they occasionally followed the caravans and sneaked outside the Great Wall could they see the willow trees there.

Young people don't know sorrow. They were very young at that time. They only remember that those people from the Central Plains outside the Great Wall often broke willow branches to bid farewell when they left. They also sang: "Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass."

At that time, they still did not understand the meaning of the poem. They just thought that the ceremony of breaking willow branches to say goodbye was fun and strange, something they had never seen in the desert before.

So when they were children, they would follow the example of the people in the Central Plains and break off a piece of soft willow branch to give to each other - but they did not do it to say goodbye, they just wanted to give each other fun and rare things and share the joy.

After so many years, they have all grown up and are no longer the two little kids rolling in the mud and playing in the sand. They now have things they want to do and the lives they want to pursue.

Lu Che was filled with emotion. The evening breeze gently ruffled Tao Yao's hair, and the dim candlelight in the room accentuated the curve of her face, making it even more beautiful.

He held the wreath made of spider plant vines in his hand, and suddenly the line of poetry popped up in his mind again. As he thought about it, he couldn't help but recite it out loud.

"Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass."

Tao Yao curled her lips and chuckled, then said nonchalantly, "Lu Che, I'm not used to you being like this. Why are you suddenly pretending to be cultured?"

As she was speaking, Tao Yao suddenly felt something gently placed on her head. She turned around and suddenly met Lu Che's focused gaze.

Lu Che held the spider flower wreath in both hands and gently placed it on Tao Yao's hair, just like he did many years ago.

Tao Yao stared at Lu Che in a daze. She seemed to have never seen such a gentle expression on Lu Che's face before.

His eyes were dark green, hidden under his long bangs, like a wolf hiding in the dark. She had told him that he would look best if he lifted his bangs to reveal his forehead.

So at this moment, he gathered all the bangs on his forehead to the top of his forehead, revealing his smooth and beautiful forehead.

"Arno."

Lu Che called out the name and clasped the wreath tightly around Tao Yao's hair. His fingers were reluctant to leave, lingering among her soft black hair.

"Arnold, Arnold..."

He called her over and over again, using his most familiar and intimate nickname. But Tao Yao didn't know how to respond. She stared at him blankly, wondering if he was drunk.

But he obviously has a good alcohol tolerance, how could he get drunk so easily?

His fingers brushed across her hair, earlobes, and jawline... These actions were crossing the line, and he knew in his heart that he shouldn't do this.

But it was clear that many years ago, they hugged each other for warmth without hesitation in the desert night, held each other's faces, and combed each other's hair. He had already experienced all of these.

At that time, he possessed all her beauty without any effort, but why, now he is no longer qualified to regain those beauties?

Perhaps he'd really been drinking too much, but Lu Che clearly knew what he was doing. Tao Yao's bewildered expression was reflected in his eyes. She was like a newly opened bud, a unique flower blooming on a cliff in the desert.

Now he had crossed mountains and rivers and finally stood in front of her.

Lu Che told himself countless times that his life was like this, a dead end, and he shouldn't try to change anything. But whenever he ran into Tao Yao, he couldn't help but recall the beautiful past. Those things that had vanished could always be reappeared in her innocent eyes.

He longed for these, so he needed Taoyao.

But this is a life-or-death proposition - he wants to continue his revenge. In order to protect Tao Yao and this beauty, he cannot let her stay by his side.

He likes her, what's wrong with that?

So, Lu Che finally did nothing. He removed his hand from Tao Yao's face and looked at her beautiful face bathed in the gentle moonlight.

The small white bud blooming on the spider plant wreath was tinged with a little pink - just like the blush on Tao Yao's face in the sunset glow.

The slight intoxication from the alcohol and the sweet taste of the braised pork in his throat and tongue all made Lu Che feel itchy, sour and painful in his heart.

After this separation, they don’t know if they will have the chance to meet again next time.

Just go, Lu Che thought. His life was already filled with huge regrets, and it was enough for him alone to have regrets. There was no need to involve Tao Yao.

So, he said sullenly, "I'm full and really need to go."

In fact, he wanted to hug her, but he didn't dare. She wore a fiery red dress today, as red as a pomegranate, even more striking and beautiful than the one he'd given her at the Flower Goddess Temple Fair. Compared to her, he wore only a pitch-black dress, as black as possible to hide the blood stains left by the murders. He'd washed it countless times, and after each wash, he'd repainted it with raven-black dye.

Tao Yao is clean and beautiful, while his hands are covered in blood. They are no longer people on the same path.

All those selfish thoughts popped up in his heart, but he suppressed them one by one. He waved goodbye to Tao Yao and put on the heavy black cloth hat again.

But the next moment, he felt a sudden warmth around his waist. Lu Che looked down and saw Tao Yao's arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him from behind.

"Lu Che, we will meet again, right?"

Tao Yao's voice was soft, floating over like the wind, and then quickly drifted away, unable to stay in his ears for much longer.

Lu Che's nose felt sore, and he didn't know how to respond. He also hoped they could meet again, but he really couldn't say for sure.

"maybe."

Tao Yao pressed her cheek against Lu Che's back. He could clearly feel every breath and every heartbeat of hers.

"Lu Che." She was silent for a long time, and finally said, "What was the wish you made at the Flower God Temple Fair?"

At that moment, a breeze blew in from the window, bringing with it a lot of annoying catkins, which tickled Taoyao's nose and caused her to sneeze several times at inopportune times.

"If I don't tell you, your wish won't come true." Lu Che said with a smile, waving his hand to brush away the floating willow catkins. "Look, this is the Flower Goddess warning you not to ask about other people's wishes."