Chai Qingyue got out of the carriage, drove away the slaves who wanted to follow, and went to the peach blossom forest alone. It's only February, the peach blossoms haven't bloomed yet, and the peach blossom forest is only bare branches.

"Changyong." Seeing a thin and slender figure, Chai Qingyue called out tentatively.

I saw that figure slowly turned around when he heard the voice, that's right, it was Qin Changyong. Qin Changyong wore a white shirt today, with his black hair draped, tied with a cyan hairband, and not coiled into a bun. Qin Changyong's appearance is mediocre, his facial features are not prominent, and he exudes a faint bookish anger. Because of the lack of exercise all year round, the body shape also tends to be thin, which is distressing to look at.

When he was sure that the figure was the person he was thinking about, Chai Qingyue hurriedly ran over and pounced on Qin Changyong, because he was in a hurry, Chai Qingyue almost fell, but fortunately, Qin Changyong quickly helped Chai Qingyue.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Qin Changyong's caring tone carried a slight reproach, "I'm here today to see you, and I won't disappear first." ”

Chai Qingyue, who was held in Qin Changyong's arms, nodded vigorously, kicked slightly, and her face was a little red: "Mm-hmm." ”

Qin Changyong put his hand on Chai Qingyue's back and made a soothing posture, his voice was already a little hoarse, and he could hear that there were too many emotions suppressed in it: "Qingyue." ”

"Well, I'm here." Chai Qingyue hugged Qin Changyong hard, so that the other party could strongly feel her presence.

Qin Changyong held Chai Qingyue's shoulders and forced Chai Qingyue to look at him: "Let's go to the pavilion." ”

"Okay."

Chai Qingyue gently leaned her head on Qin Changyong's shoulder, listening to Qin Changyong narrate how much she missed herself, but why not?

Qin Changyong brushed Chai Qingyue's delicate cheeks, sighed, and said in an atmospheric manner: "If it weren't for this damn imperial power, how would you, how could you marry Murong Sichen?" ”

Chai Qingyue also sighed with Qin Changyong, put her hand into Qin Changyong's thick palm, and felt the body temperature from Qin Changyong.

Stretching out her index finger and hooking Qin Changyong's palm, Chai Qingyue raised her head and looked at Qin Changyong, hesitating whether to open her mouth to break this hard-won happiness.

Feeling the movements and gaze of the person in his arms, Qin Changyong gently asked, "Qingyue, what's wrong?" Do you have something to say to me? ”

Chai Qingyue felt as if she couldn't hide it anymore, and called out: "Changyong." ”

"Huh?" only heard Chai Qingyue call herself, and there was no afterword, Qin Changyong had no choice but to ask out loud.

"Well, I want to talk to you about something." Chai Qingyue felt that it was not a way to delay any longer, so she explained to Qin Changyong in advance and explained the reason for the matter.

Qin Changyong smiled, rubbed Chai Qingyue's head helplessly, let Chai Qingyue get out of his embrace, and joked: "What's the matter?" Changyong listened attentively. ”

Chai Qingyue sat up straight, cleared her throat and began to say: "That's the case, I reached some agreement with Murong Sichen some time ago, as long as he ascends to the throne, I can reconcile with him." ”

"And leave?" Qin Changyong couldn't believe his ears, and repeated his question uncertainly.

"Yes, and leaving." Chai Qingyue nodded heavily, reached out and pinched Qin Changyong's palm, telling the other party that this was true.

Qin Changyong's eyes suddenly flickered, and he was silent for a long time.

After thinking about many possibilities, Chai Qingyue never thought that Qin Changyong would have such a reaction. Chai Qingyue leaned over in confusion, stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Qin Changyong's eyes: "What's wrong with you?" Why it feels like you're unhappy. ”

Qin Changyong held the hand that was making trouble in front of his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm fine." ”

"You're clearly forcing a smile." Chai Qingyue unceremoniously pierced Qin Changyong's careless disguise, "Are you disgusting me?" ”

"Huh?" Qin Changyong raised his eyebrows, showing a puzzled expression, as if he hadn't heard Chai Qingyue's words clearly, and looked at Chai Qingyue in puzzlement.

"Do you, do you think that I have been married to Murong Sichen, I, I will not be clean, and then, then, don't want me...... I, I, I didn't ...... with Murong Sichen I mean, I didn't have any transgressive behavior with Murong Sichen, I, I, I have always protected my red-scarlet ...... for you."

Chai Qingyue spoke intermittently, her voice became smaller and quieter, and she felt so aggrieved that she felt like she was about to cry.

"No, no." Qin Changyong hurriedly went to wipe away the non-existent tears for Chai Qingyue, and kept explaining, "How could I dislike you." I feel sorry for you, I feel sorry for you to stay by Murong Sichen's side for so long. ”

Chai Qingyue finally smiled with relief, lowered her head shyly, and leaned on Qin Changyong's shoulder.

Stretching out his arm and encircling Chai Qingyue's whole person in his arms, Qin Changyong gently told his bitterness: "Power is really disturbing, power can be difficult for strong people, I really, really hate my own incompetence." ”

The prestige of imperial power is not something that a scholar can bear, nor is it something that a teacher in a private school can bear. Chai Qingyue's marriage to Murong Sichen looks infinitely beautiful, but what about the inside?

After a pause, Qin Changyong began to say again: "The emperor's order cannot be violated, and the power of heaven cannot be touched, but I am still so unwilling, unwilling that you marry someone else like this." ”

Chai Qingyue hugged Qin Changyong hard and silently cheered for Qin Changyong.

"Qingyue, you said, if I can achieve a good result in this year's Spring Festival, will everything be much easier?" Qin Changyong asked Chai Qingyue painfully.

Qin Changyong's homework is good, and his poetry and writing are also excellent, but the results of ten years of hard study in the cold window are unsatisfactory, and he has participated in the imperial examination year after year, but he has failed every year.

Every time he mentioned this, Qin Changyong would become extremely sensitive, like a mad lion that was extremely easy to bite.

Hearing Qin Changyong mention this again, Chai Qingyue sighed inaudibly, and suppressed the idea of wanting to unravel Qin Changyong again as usual.

Chai Qingyue knew that what Qin Changyong needed at this time was not to explain, but to agree.

As soon as the conversation changed, Chai Qingyue said: "Well, it will, everything will be fine." Taking Qin Changyong's hand, Chai Qingyue said solemnly again: "Believe me, Changyong, you will definitely achieve the results you want in this year's Spring Festival." ”

"Hmm." Chai Qingyue's comfort made Qin Changyong's heart feel a lot better and a lot easier.

A couple of lovers complained to each other under the desolate peach branches of Ciyun Temple in the western suburbs, and time passed little by little, and soon the time had to be separated.