hold grudges

Yu Cenji is packing his things today, there is no way, he really likes to stockpile too much.

"Throw this one away too, and this one too."

Shen Huanming went out with the things to throw away.

When Yu Qingyan came in, Yu Cenji was still counting his belongings.Standing behind Yu Cenji, she looked at Yu Cenji's clothes that covered the bed, most of them were children's.

Who is this for?

"Let me tell you, I have already prepared these things." Yu Cenji turned his head and was stunned when he saw that it was Yu Qingyan. He thought Shen Huanming had returned.

"Do you need these things?" Yu Qingyan looked at those clothes, she couldn't believe that Yu Cenji prepared them for her own children, how could Yu Cenji look like he would have children?

"Of course I don't need it, it's all... just prepared for you." Yu Cenji looked back at the clothes on the bed, picked up one of the doll's clothes, and asked, "Does it look good?"

"I..." Yu Qingyan paused, she didn't know how to answer.

"I've been slowly preparing these clothes since you got married. I don't know if there will be a nephew or a niece in the future, so I prepare a set for men and women. Also because I don't know when you will forgive me, come home and have a look, So I bought them in every age group. I was afraid that if your child grows up one day, I will always have a piece of clothing that I can use. In fact, I am even more afraid that I will not use any of them. "

"Stop talking!" Yu Qingyan's eyes were red, she couldn't listen anymore.

"Qingyan, I'm very happy that you can come back, really. Can you..." Yu Cenji hesitated, his request was not so difficult to say, but he just couldn't say it.

"You still like to hoard goods so much." Yu Qingyan looked at the bed full of clothes, tears falling down one by one.

"Brother." Yu Qingyan called out this brother again after three years.

Yu Cenji was stunned again and again, at a loss for what was happening in front of him, until Yu Qingyan hugged him, he responded to the call of brother.

"Can you stay for the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Yu Cenji asked.

"Yes." Yu Qingyan red-eyed, I just came back to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you, I just came back...to untie the knot with you.

Shen Huanming listened outside the door for a long time, feeling that it should have been like this long ago.

Since Syl is about to enter the palace, because the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, the etiquette to go is still to go.

"My lord." Yan Qimu called Cong Xi'er, because today he was going to face the saint, Cong Xi'er was dressed in a gorgeous attire, and his graceful and luxurious appearance was simply heroic.

"What's wrong?" Cong Syl froze.

Yan Qimu fell to the ground suddenly, startling Cong Syl, when he flew over to pick it up, he saw Yan Qimu's smiling face.

"What are you playing again?" From Searle's anger, he thought that something was wrong with Yan Qimu's body just now, and he was too anxious, this idiot actually joked with him again.

"You've made me dizzy." Yan Qimu fell into Cong Syl's arms and said nympho.

From Syl was pissed off, fool. "wait me back."

"As ordered!"

When he walked away from Syl, Yan Qimu watched intently, he walked so casually, every step was imprinted in Yan Qimu's eyes and engraved on his heart.

When Syl entered the palace and met Congrong, it was rare that Congrong's attendants were not around, so he observed carefully from Syl, "Uncle Emperor."

"You haven't called me that in so many years." Congrong didn't have a trace of joy, he looked at Congxier, his face sinking like water.

"Then you have been sitting comfortably in this seat for so many years?"

"From Syl, it's better for me to sit than you to sit, do you understand?"

Cong Syl sneered, "Then I really don't understand."

"Since Yuehui is eager to escape from this position, and you are desperately trying to squeeze in, do you really not understand what your brother means?"

After accepting all his cynicism from Syl, he said sternly: "My brother is a man of destiny, and you forced him to flee. He doesn't want to be the emperor, so I should inherit it, don't you think? uncle."

Cong Rong shook his head slowly, "You are not suitable."

"Why am I not suitable? Is it because I am not as insidious and cunning as you? Uncle Emperor, you sent someone to kill Yu Guanren, the founding father of the country, and you planted it on me. Is it suitable for you to do this?"

"He's just a stepping stone. If you hadn't instructed Lu Tongqi, what would have happened later?" Congrong was funny, he was just playing tricks.

"Where's the treasure map? Did you take the treasure?" Congxier stared at Congrong slyly. He spent so much time looking for it. If Congrong dared to play tricks on him, he would kill Congrong.

"That's not true, I didn't find it either."

"Uncle Huang, you look at the night, look twice more, I'm afraid you won't be able to see it in the future." Cong Syl waved his hand, and a group of guards rushed up behind him, and surrounded the palace heavily.

Congrong's defense army was also dispatched, and the two sides faced each other in a stalemate.

"Kill!" From Syl's order, the troops he brought far surpassed the army of the imperial city. Yuan Di led a hundred thousand soldiers and horses to besiege the city.

"You colluded with the barbarians!" Congrong looked at the soldier's face, a little at a loss.

"As I said earlier, I will do whatever it takes to drive you out of this position, because you are not worthy!" Standing far away from Searle, looking at his masterpiece, the city will be bloodbathed.

"Your Majesty!" Chu Rui rushed to him, he broke out of the siege, and knelt down in front of Congrong, "I am late to save you, I hope the Emperor will make amends."

"Stop talking nonsense." Cong Rong pulled Chu Rui up and fled outside under the cover of the army.

Cong Syl followed closely, relying on the advantage of the large number of people, finally forced Congrong to the edge of the imperial city and surrounded him.

"Prince Xiang, stop, don't make the same mistake again and again!" Chu Rui stood in front of Congrong and said righteously.

"Congrong, are you afraid? That's how you forced my elder brother back then, and his whereabouts are still unknown. Now that the feng shui has changed, you should go and apologize!" Congxier asked someone to tie up Congrong. Emperor, there is no better solution.

"Wait!"

Looking back from Syl, he looked at the man who came with the bonfire and the arrows. The huge army followed the man, and they came to rescue him.

"Yan Qimu." Cong Syl was not surprised at all, they still met today.

"It's too late to save you!" Yan Qimu threw away the torch and knelt down at Congrong.

"Cong Syl, do you regret it?" Congrong asked Cong Syl contemptuously, he wanted to reverse the situation, but it was a breeze.He just wanted to see, from the way Syl's self-esteem was shattered, whoever was betrayed by the people around him wouldn't feel good, right?

"Hmph, what are you regretting?" Cong Syl dropped the sword in his hand and walked towards Congrong.

"My lord!" Yan Qimura pulled back from Syl, and was thrown away by him.

"Congrong, do you know why I don't accept you? Because you are not righteous enough, black is black, white is white, you confuse black and white, and want to point a deer into a horse. I can't get used to you." Cong Xi Er walked to the edge of the imperial city and looked at the lights of the ten thousand houses, it was a bustling scene.

"You are wrong. The way of being a king is moderate. If I don't allow officials to suppress each other, then anyone can climb on top of me, right? You think you are a person who only thinks about violence and suppression. How good can it be? Who will obey you?" Cong Rong asked back.

"In my eyes, Cong Syl, you are never worthy of being the emperor!" Cong Syl threw off the royal jade pendant that belonged to his family, and stood on the edge of the city.

"Prince Xiang, God's grace is like the sea, and God's power is like prison, as long as you repent in time, the emperor will forgive you." Chu Rui persuaded.

Yan Qimu's heart was aroused when he saw it, what are you doing so high from Searle Station?

"Go to your mother, God's grace is like the sea, God's power is like prison, I don't need anyone's forgiveness." Pointing at his chest, Cong Syl glanced at Yan Qimu, looked at the crowd and said: "From today onwards, The kingdom of Cyr is dead."

After the proud prince finished speaking the last sentence, he jumped from the city and jumped down.

"Cong Xier!" Yan Qimu yelled, he was about to jump down to grab Cong Xier, but was stopped by Chu Rui, he could only watch helplessly as Cong Xier fell, and he didn't even have a hand reach out to him.

When Cong Rong cleaned up the mess, Yan Qimu was the first to run down. The night was too dark, and he could only see the blood from under Syl and the blood falling beside him through the dim candlelight. Leaves.

He picked up the leaf, and Hao Ran suddenly remembered that it was picked up by Searle when he was quarreling with Searle in Yizhou.It was this worthless leaf, but Cong Syl, who had a lot of money, kept him by his side all the time.

"Cong Syl! Fool!" Yan Qimu put his arms around Cong Syl's still warm body, but the domineering man scolded back.

"fool!"

Since Syl was six years old, he was still a crybaby. He couldn't learn his homework, but Yu Cenji beside him learned quickly. What's worse, Syl has always been a crybaby, crying until late at night, but still can't learn .

He sneaked out one night and hid behind the stones of the rockery, crying louder and louder.

"Don't cry." Yan Qimu handed Cong Xier a candied fruit, which he had just finished drinking to relieve his pain, but who knew he had met a crybaby.

He took it from Syl, put it in his mouth, and said after he finished eating, "Why do you smell like medicine?"

"Because I am a small medicine jar, and when I grow up, I will become a big medicine jar."

"No one would say that about himself." Since Searle has never been sick and is a healthy little guy, he only knows that the medicine is very bitter, so he doesn't want to take it.

"They all say that, but actually I don't like to take medicine either." Yan Qimu sat next to Cong Syl, wiped his tears, and then wiped Cong Sill's body.

The two children looked at each other, and they didn't know who started to laugh first. The rockery had listened to the duet of laughter for a long time that night.

Yan Qimu was about to help him go home from Searle, and when he lifted his arm, he saw the words written in the palm of his hand, and suddenly couldn't hold back.

From Syl, he has always known who Yan Qimu is.

What Yan Qimu did was acquiesced from Searle.

Written in Cong Syl's hand: The small medicine jar has become the big medicine jar of Cong Sear.

The author has something to say: A few points: 1. There have been revisions in the middle of this book. If you see discrepancies, it means that the text has been stolen long ago.

2. There will be extra episodes, which should be group portraits, but I don’t know when they will be written.

3. This story is indeed over, it is a complete story, and the side story is just everyone's history and his life, which is dispensable. (However, I will write about Lord Xiang’s episode. It doesn’t matter if I read it or not. I was rescued by my brother from Syl in the episode. I don’t know when to write it, so I will say it first.)

4. In this series, there is another book that is not sweet enough. The timeline is before this one. It is from the story of Brother Syl. It is sweet, very sweet.

5. This is a random brain hole, and it may be a bit hasty, because when I wrote this, I already had an outline for the lack of sweetness, but I wrote revenge first, and it was also the first time I tried to follow a coherent story. Well, let me admit it first, it's time to practice my pen.

6. I hope everyone can read the stories they like, and I hope that when we meet again, we will be better each other, thank you.