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Accompanied by Jun Haoyu, Ling Qingcheng and Jian Shi sorted out Jian Beichun's relics together. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he saw the neat clothes, Ling Qingcheng's mind once again resurfaced Jian Beichun's appearance.

He is always gentle and elegant, careful and conscientious, and takes care of everything around him, but he will feel very guilty for the slightest mistake.

He is always so humble, no matter what he has done, he will not show off, he always pays silently, and does not want to cause a little burden to his surroundings.

When he saw the wheelchair, Ling Qingcheng stepped forward and held the back of the wheelchair.

She made him a colt without his permission, and in order not to let her be blamed, he endured severe pain and tried desperately to recover every day, just wanting to stand by her side.

There was a scroll on the table, Ling Qingcheng opened it, and inside was a portrait of the two of them, which was also the only portrait.

Originally, it was to make Zhuang Ran believe that they were husband and wife, so he invited a painter to paint their portraits.

In the scroll, Ling Qingcheng sat on a stone bench next to the bamboo forest, and Jian Beichun stood behind her, leaning over slightly to watch her write.

Originally, Ling Qingcheng was standing, but Jian Beichun repeatedly asked that he wanted to stand behind Ling Qingcheng.

The person in the picture scroll was full of tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes, she didn't look at it carefully at first, but only then did she realize that Jian Beichun's eyes were not looking at the words under her hand, but staring at her.

Jian Shi took out a brocade box: "Your Royal Highness Princess, when the eldest brother became a concubine, the Jian family prepared a dowry gift, which was a pair of gold bracelets, and the eldest brother felt that he was not worthy of the princess, so he never took it out, and I wanted to give it to the princess for a memory." ”

After speaking, he looked at Jun Haoyu on the side, hoping to get his approval.

Jun Haoyu did not stop: "Take it." ”

Ling Qingcheng wiped away his tears and accepted the brocade box.

"The eldest brother said that if he died one day, he hoped to be cremated, and he didn't want to sleep in the dark underground to be eaten by insects and ants. ”

"Well, everything went as he wanted. ”

"I heard from Lord Xingzhu that the eldest brother was very happy to be able to die as a concubine, and the emperor also promised that the eldest brother could be buried in the imperial mausoleum, but Weichen wanted to bring the eldest brother back to the Jane family. ”

"Is there any special reason?" Ling Qingcheng asked.

Accompanied by Jun Haoyu, Ling Qingcheng and Jian Shi sorted out Jian Beichun's relics together.

When he saw the neat clothes, Ling Qingcheng's mind once again resurfaced Jian Beichun's appearance.

He is always gentle and elegant, careful and conscientious, and takes care of everything around him, but he will feel very guilty for the slightest mistake.

He is always so humble, no matter what he has done, he will not show off, he always pays silently, and does not want to cause a little burden to his surroundings.

When he saw the wheelchair, Ling Qingcheng stepped forward and held the back of the wheelchair.

She made him a colt without his permission, and in order not to let her be blamed, he endured severe pain and tried desperately to recover every day, just wanting to stand by her side.

There was a scroll on the table, Ling Qingcheng opened it, and inside was a portrait of the two of them, which was also the only portrait.

Originally, it was to make Zhuang Ran believe that they were husband and wife, so he invited a painter to paint their portraits.

In the scroll, Ling Qingcheng sat on a stone bench next to the bamboo forest, and Jian Beichun stood behind her, leaning over slightly to watch her write.

Originally, Ling Qingcheng was standing, but Jian Beichun repeatedly asked that he wanted to stand behind Ling Qingcheng.

The person in the picture scroll was full of tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes, she didn't look at it carefully at first, but only then did she realize that Jian Beichun's eyes were not looking at the words under her hand, but staring at her.

Jian Shi took out a brocade box: "Your Royal Highness Princess, when the eldest brother became a concubine, the Jian family prepared a dowry gift, which was a pair of gold bracelets, and the eldest brother felt that he was not worthy of the princess, so he never took it out, and I wanted to give it to the princess for a memory." ”

After speaking, he looked at Jun Haoyu on the side, hoping to get his approval.

Jun Haoyu did not stop: "Take it." ”

Ling Qingcheng wiped away his tears and accepted the brocade box.

"The eldest brother said that if he died one day, he hoped to be cremated, and he didn't want to sleep in the dark underground to be eaten by insects and ants. ”

"Well, everything went as he wanted. ”

"I heard from Lord Xingzhu that the eldest brother was very happy to be able to die as a concubine, and the emperor also promised that the eldest brother could be buried in the imperial mausoleum, but Weichen wanted to bring the eldest brother back to the Jane family. ”

"Is there any special reason?" Ling Qingcheng asked.

Xingzhu snatched the pill away: "Lord Wang, you can't do this!"

"Do you want me to live like a wreck? ”

Jun Haoyu swallowed the pill and began to recuperate.

Ling Qingcheng slept for a whole day and night, and when she woke up, the person lying next to her turned out to be Jun Haoyu, and the surrounding decorations were exactly the same as Xinyi Xiaozhu.

She got up suddenly, saw that she was only wearing a silk inner sheet, hurriedly grabbed the quilt, pinched the tender meat on the inside of her arm in disbelief, and felt the pain to know that this was not a dream!

Ling Qingcheng trembled and wanted to touch Jun Haoyu, but she didn't dare to get closer, she was afraid that she was touching someone who had no body temperature, at this time, the previous memories poured out, she remembered that Jian Beichun died in her arms, and her whole face turned pale.

Jun Haoyu got up and hugged her, patted her on the back and comforted, "It's okay, I'm here." ”

Ling Qingcheng pressed against his warm chest, and when he heard the powerful heartbeat inside, he burst into tears in an instant.

Jun Haoyu coaxed dotingly: "Why did you cry early in the morning, I didn't bully you." ”

Ling Qingcheng sobbed and raised his head, holding his face and looking carefully: "It's really you." ”

"Can you find a second me in this world?"

Ling Qingcheng hugged him tightly as if he had received a treasure and did not let go.

"I have so many things to say to you. ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you. ”

Ling Qingcheng rested on Jun Haoyu's lap and said everything over again, Jun Haoyu listened quietly and arranged her long hair with her hands.

She cares about Jian Beichun very much, although it is not love, but she can't accept Jian Beichun dying for her.

Jun Haoyu helped her up and comforted her gently: "If he was still here, he wouldn't want you to be so sad, everything he did was to make you happy." ”

"But I feel very guilty, I have never been nice to him, I have never been ......"

"Everybody's thinking is different, haven't you ever complained, I just know how to be good to you in my own way? So, what you do may be what he wants, and this is what you are good to him. ”

Ling Qingcheng had a knot, Jun Haoyu wanted to help her sort it out, and at the same time, he hoped that Ling Qingcheng would not be as uncomfortable as before after he left, that was not what he wanted.

After Ling Qingcheng calmed down, he slowly began to face Jian Beichun's death.