Chapter 43

This servant can't say for sure, General Jing has to have congratulatory banquets from all walks of life along the way, so he will delay it for a few days. Xiao Dezi thought about it and replied respectfully.

Alas...... Aiqing frowned, he would want to leave some scars on his face, and he missed Jing Tingrui's relationship too much.

I always felt that after Jing Tingrui went to the battlefield, his soul also flew away, he couldn't sleep well at night, and he would have nightmares, dreaming that Jing Tingrui was covered in blood and was in danger!

When he learned the news that he was about to return triumphantly, Aiqing had never been so happy, and he was so excited that he couldn't sleep, and in the middle of the night, he opened his eyes and guessed wildly.

He was very worried that it had been three years, would Jing Tingrui still remember himself?

This is all blamed on Yan, what did Jing Tingrui say about Jing Tingrui went to the battlefield for three years, and he didn't even bring back a letter, so he knew that he didn't have the prince in his heart

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And Jing Tingrui is now a general, with outstanding military achievements, and he is no longer the little prince's close guard, so he will not take the prince in his eyes, and the person he wants to follow to the death is the emperor.

Aiqing was already very uneasy, and when Yan said this, she felt very sad.

You think, he will have heart-to-heart staff around him, and comrades-in-arms who are born and died, and you, the prince raised in the deep palace, may have been left behind by him a long time ago. Do you still care about him?

Every word Yan said hit Aiqing's heart like a hammer, making him so sad that he wanted to cry, but because he was the prince, he had to be strong

faced everything, so he held back his tears again.

This kind of unspeakable pain made Aiqing fall into a panic that she had never felt before.

Because he was extremely sad, he wanted to solve the problem, and he thought that he would do something so that he would not be compared to those comrades.

But he couldn't go to the battlefield, and he couldn't pretend to be the heroic spirit of taking the lead and killing the enemy bravely. Only then did I think of a scar on my face, and this thing went up.

However, the younger brothers are right, bandits and criminals will also have scars on their faces. And Yan said, if he really changes his appearance and becomes ugly, if Jing Tingrui doesn't like him even more, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

Thinking of how she was so stupid, not as smart as the royal brothers at all, Aiqing was very inferior, and even wanted to give up the crown prince to the imperial brother. It's just that I'm afraid that my father will be thunderous, and when the time comes, many lives will be implicated.

His father has always favored him, but he never gave in to the crown prince, and he had to be the prince. And Aiqing is also afraid that she is not good enough, and she will disappoint her father, father, and the people of the world......

Over the years, he has become a lot of discipline, and of course, he has lost a lot of fun.

His Royal Highness the Prince, Taishi Wen can't see you at this time, so it's time to be in a hurry...... Xiao Dezi saw the prince standing here with a sad face, thinking that he was unwilling to go to the school, so he reminded him loudly.

Got it, I'll go. Aiqing nodded, he reluctantly glanced back before going down the city tower, the market houses in the sun, and the pigeons flying by, all imprinted into his mind like a picture.

He was looking forward to Jing Tingrui's return, but he didn't know that he had come to this bustling street .......

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Riding a tall horse, wearing a bamboo hat, a light dark blue cotton coat, and a long sword at his waist, Jing Tingrui looked like a country swordsman who had come to the imperial city in search of opportunities, rather than a commander in chief.

And such swordsmen are very common in the imperial city, and they are mostly hired by wealthy families.

He was followed by a wagon, a strong man, who kept shouting and shouting to passers-by to be careful to avoid the passage through the busy streets.

Under the wind and sun, the faded curtain lifted a corner from time to time, revealing the face of a slightly shy and curious girl.

Her eyebrows are exquisitely trimmed, like willow leaves, and the tips of her eyebrows are downward, showing charm, but not excessive.

Under the willow eyebrows is a pair of large, black apricot eyes, which are set off on the round face of the goose egg, which is so delicate that people can't help but think of the beautiful boy in the pear orchard. Of course, she is a girl, and her calm and soft posture like autumn water is something that a teenager can't imitate no matter how she dresses up.

Such a beautiful girl, just sitting quietly in the carriage, just looking out from time to time, like a timid kitten.

The carriage turned left and right, and after driving for a while, it finally came to a secluded avenue. Every fifty paces, there were guards standing with axes, which made the girl a little nervous, and she frequently looked at Jing Tingrui in front of her, who was riding on a high horse, but his posture was still so upright and immovable.

It seemed that as long as she saw him, the girl's heart could be settled, and her hands were placed on a colored cloth bag.

It didn't take long for Jing Tingrui to restrain his horse and stop in front of the grand gate of Prince Jing's mansion, and two doormen rushed down to ask questions when they saw this, and their tone was very impulsive.

What for?! Dare to block in front of the palace! You kid don't want to die!

Jing Tingrui took off his hat, revealing a slightly dark, upright face, the doorman looked at it, and immediately bent his legs and knelt down, how, how is it the eldest young master! Greetings to the little one!

Although Jing Tingrui is a concubine, he is also the eldest son of Prince Jing, especially his current status is not what it used to be, and the attitude of the doorman is very different from the past, kneeling and kowtowing several times