Red plums reflect youth

When Qiao Yang and Qiao Sheng were passing through the yard, they happened to bump into Ziqing stumbling out of the study, with blank eyes, as if he didn't see them, and walked to the west wing alone.

Since the last forced kiss incident, Ziqing never had a good face when she saw Qiao Yang, and the two got along extremely awkwardly.

Later, Ziqing often went to Qingcheng Pavilion to listen to music and watch dances. She left earlier and returned later than Qiao Yang, and she didn't see her several times a day. Qiao Yang always felt that Ziqing was avoiding him, and felt very depressed.

There is a four-year age difference between Qiao Sheng and Ziqing, but Ziqing is precocious and Qiao Sheng is a late maturer, so there is a big difference in mental age between the two.Although Qiao Sheng felt that something was wrong with Ziqing during this time, he couldn't figure it out, but he had never seen such a dazed look like today.

In a hurry, I wanted to run over and ask Ziqing to ask for clarification.

Just about to leave, Qiao Yang grabbed him from behind.

Qiao Sheng looked at Qiao Yang in puzzlement, only to see Qiao Yang quietly watching Ziqing's leaving back in the twilight, and said, "Let him be alone for a while."

For several days in a row, Ziqing sat in the room when he had nothing to do, staring at the letter in a daze, and couldn't eat a few mouthfuls of every meal.Mrs. Liu and Master Liu looked distressed and wanted to comfort them, but they didn't know what to say.

That night, Ziqing took out the letter and opened it again, writing and drawing beside her in a thin spring shirt.

Although it was already March in Yangchun, and it was still cold after nightfall, Ziqing seemed to be ignorant of the coldness of his body, let alone that someone had been standing behind him for a long time.

In a trance, I smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms, so I lightly paused to write, but didn't look back.

The person behind him said: "What? Want to find out what happened back then?"

Ziqing didn't answer, but stared out the window at the dark night with bright eyes.

"Yang Tingzhi's case shocked the government and the public, but the court kept it secret, and only claimed to seek power and usurp the throne. The few people who knew the inside story died and fled. Dad used to inquire about it everywhere, but I don't know. You... ..."

"I'm a frail person with neither power nor influence. I don't even dare to reveal my true identity. How can I find out... Hmph, that's all you want to say?" Ziqing still didn't turn her head, but her voice trembled a little.

"That's not what I mean, I, I'm just worried about you...your body is important." Qiao Yang was startled when he heard his words, and hurriedly wanted to change the subject: "My parents are also worried about you, they..."

Ziqing was startled when she heard the words, and her shoulders trembled slightly: "Father... Father and mother... Ziqing has nothing to repay in this life... Me, who am I? Liu Ziqing, Wang Ziqing, or..." After talking , the voice was already hoarse, and there was a hint of tears.

"Ziqing..." Qiao Yang felt pain in his heart, and hugged him from behind. The person in his arms was so cold that there was no warmth at all. "Don't think about it, forget it, we are still the same as before, everything is the same as before."

Ziqing turned around and put her head on Qiao Yang's chest.Qiao Yang could feel the person in his arms trembling violently, as if he tried his best to restrain himself from crying, and after a while, his clothes were wet.

Qiao Yang is used to flirting and wandering, and he always plays with prostitutes every time, laughing and cursing are all flirtatious.At this moment, the real grief of the person in his arms overwhelmed him.

Gently holding Ziqing's face, he saw that his eyes were filled with water vapor, glittering and translucent under the candlelight, and tears kept falling like beads.His lips were clenched tightly by his teeth, almost bleeding from the bite.

Qiao Yang's heart moved, and he kissed away the cold tears on Ziqing's face with his lips, and slid down the corner of his eyes until he touched his trembling and cold lips.So I traced it repeatedly, eager to use my own temperature to warm the cold.

Ziqing tried to dodge at first, but then he responded jerky, as if he wanted to absorb the warmth of the person in front of him and escape the loneliness brought about by his background.

Everything is the same as before...

It is the same?