She made him a lot of food, and after the meal, she made a dessert, loquat cake.

The white and soft skin is wrapped in a golden loquat filling, and the round pier is very cute.

Shen Juncheng stared at the loquat cake for a long time before pinching a piece and tasting it.

It's the taste in my memory, and even the sweetness is so similar......

Su Anan sat on the side, holding his cheeks and watching him eat, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and affectionate.

She had been very excited, and seemed to be very happy because of his arrival, until the evening, when she was a little quieter, and went to bathe silently with her clothes in her arms.

Shen Juncheng looked at the room slowly, it was very plain, and there was a pot of Junzi Orchid in the window, which he liked.

The incense burned in the incense burner was what he liked.

The color of the bedding on the bed is what he likes.

Almost all the decorations in the room are according to the layout he likes.

He skimmed them one by one, and fixed his gaze on the few jars of celadon pills next to the makeup.

Shen Juncheng picked it up, opened the lid and smelled it, it was jade cream.

Didn't he ask Mao Ming to study it deliberately, but he hadn't had time to send it yet......

With a squeak, she came out of the bath, changed into a thin middle coat, pinched out a thin waist, and her black hair swayed around her waist, like soft smoke in the haze.

Seeing that he was holding the box of jade face cream, he said: "Oh, the injury on my face is almost healed, this jade face cream is really easy to use, you can take the time to let Imperial Doctor Du come, I will make a table of dishes and thank him in person, okay?" ”

She thought that it was such a good wound medicine researched by Imperial Doctor Du that gave her appearance hope of recovery.

Although it was not as good as before the disfigurement, she was already very satisfied with this.

Shen Juncheng put down the jade face cream, looked at her, and snorted.

Then there was silence.

The candle flame was dim, and she stood aside, looking more and more graceful.

Su Anan found that he had been looking at him, his face turned red, and his little hand pulled the hem of his clothes and asked, "You, don't you go to the bath?" ”

Shen Juncheng didn't say anything, still looking at her quietly.

Her hair was covered with green silk, which made her look particularly charming in the candlelight.

His eyes were wandering, shy and timid, but he was bold enough to meet his eyebrows.

Shen Juncheng walked over as if out of control, and then reached out and picked her chin.

Under the candlelight, those eyes with a hint of shyness are really good-looking, like the autumn pool overflowing with starlight, which makes people can't take their eyes off.

Su An'an's face was flushed, and even those few red marks were pressed down, making him more and more delicate.

She didn't dare to look at him, so she hurriedly looked away and said, "I, I'll help you change your clothes." ”

The little hand groped around his waist, trembling slightly.

But before she could untie her waistband, suddenly, with a spun, she was picked up by him and walked to the bed.

The curtain is down, covering a room.

What came out was only her whispering, "Shen Juncheng, Shen Juncheng......"

He felt that it was the first time he had heard her call himself like this, but for some reason he subconsciously felt as if he had heard it a thousand times......

Every time, it made him deeply nostalgic and greedy, and he would rather drown in her call all the time......

I'd rather never wake up for the rest of my life......

The sky broke and the birds chirped outside the window, which finally woke up the dreamer.

Shen Juncheng looked at the top of the tent in a daze, and then looked at the empty pillow.

He was stunned for a long time before he got up to wash, changed into black clothes, and went to the suburban garden.

The bluestone bricks in the garden are crawling with moss, the garden is uncared for, weeds are growing wildly, and the bedroom exudes a faint musty smell that has been vacant for a long time.

is different from the warmth in the dream, there is no night to light a bright lamp waiting for her to return, there is no her joy, there is no vitality full of flowers, the garden is everywhere withered......

They closed their eyes.

That time the red signal lit up, it was Zhou Qing who raided a batch of goods that Yu Du left, Yu Du finally revived, that batch of goods was very important, so he had to rush back immediately to support.

His support was timely, Zhou Qing was injured by him and had to flee, but that time also affected his Gu poison.

The poison in his body could no longer be delayed, it needed to be removed, and the Bingxin Pill had already been raised, but when he was pulling out the Gu poison, he found another cruel news.

The uncle who has always loved him just wants to use him, not that Liang Mingyu still has a conscience, after learning about her father's conspiracy, he pretended to compromise and stole the Bingxin Pill and quietly detoxified him, that time, he probably couldn't survive.

Although the Gu poison was solved, the process was not smooth, because the Gu poison was eroded too deeply, and it almost cost him half his life to be removed at one time, and because he was seriously injured at that time, he was in a coma for a long, long time.

When he finally woke up, dealt with the accumulated important matters, and found Yao Niang again, he heard the news that she had run away without permission.

He immediately dispatched spies from the capital to look for it, but in the end all he found was a corpse......

He suddenly regretted it, regretted it.

If, if she hadn't had an accident at the beginning, she had taken her to another garden in time, hid her, and pampered her, wouldn't it be possible for her dreams to come true?

He knew very well how much he coveted the warmth of his dreams......

Shen Juncheng sat in the courtyard for an hour before leaving, and rode to her cemetery again.

It was already spring, and the grass beside her grave was revived, a patch of green, mixed with many wild flowers, colorful and colorful, like the flowers of a garden on the outskirts of the city in a dream.

Shen Juncheng put the daisy in his hand in front of her tomb.

"I'm sorry ......"

Eventually, he was too late......

He squatted down, stroked her tombstone, and gently promised, "If there is an afterlife, I will live up to your ......"

The breeze blew away his promise, and also blew his back lonely, like a lonely walker on a distant journey.

The distant mountains eventually engulfed him, and only the daisies in front of the tombstone were bright and beautiful, and butterflies fluttered on them.

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In the twenty-fourth year of Yongjia, Song Xingyuan successfully seized the throne and changed the name of the year to Jiankang, and ascended the throne four years later than in his previous life.

In the same year, Shen Juncheng finally collected evidence of Shen Yong's crime, testified for his father, and explained that he was forced to fake his death to protect his life because of the previous persecution.

Shen Yong's family was beheaded, his father was posthumously named the general of Zhenguo, and the throne was inherited by Shen Jun, and the Shen family regained prosperity again.

In the first year of Jiankang, war broke out in Chicheng, and Shen Juncheng, who had just settled down, was appointed as the general of Dingwu and went on a five-year expedition.

In the sixth year of Jiankang, he returned triumphantly, but his body deteriorated due to various injuries, coughing every day, and he could no longer go on the expedition.

In the ninth year of Jiankang, he was already thirty-four years old, and Song Xingyuan gave him marriage again, but he refused because of his physical condition.

He knew what his physical condition was, and he didn't have the heart to delay others.

Song Xingyuan was ashamed, because he knew his physical condition when he sent Brother Shen to go on the expedition, Liang Guangwen's brute hurt Brother Shen a lot, and the foundation was very bad, so it was not suitable to go on the expedition, but he had just ascended the throne, and the only person he trusted was Shen Juncheng.

Liang Guangwen finally died at the hands of Song Xingyuan.

Because, he was afraid that Brother Shen would miss the old and unwilling to make a dead move, so he secretly took action to solve it.

In order to make up for it, Song Xingyuan gave him a lot of things, mighty, and named him King Anhuai, and gave him a fief Lingnan, which was fertile and beautiful, but was rejected by Shen Juncheng.

His face was pale, and his eyes were precipitated by the years, and there were no more waves.

He suddenly didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to go to the warm suburban garden in his dream, so he succeeded a bright child in the side department, inherited his throne, and then took the initiative to resign and live in seclusion in the suburban garden.

He took care of the garden as it was in a dream, with birds singing and flowers, butterflies fluttering, and a rocking chair under the pear blossom tree.

In the warm afternoon, he likes to lie in the rocking chair and take a nap, because when he sleeps, he always dreams of her.

The beauty in his dream is his last affection......

Ahem...... Ahem......

A gust of wind blew, and he was awakened by coughing, and he covered it with a handkerchief, and when he withdrew, a touch of red fell on the white handkerchief.

He smiled, didn't care, and continued to lie down, looking at the mottled shadows of the flowers, and his thoughts seemed to drift far, far away......

After eleven years of health, his cough became more and more serious, and Du Maoming had no choice but to send more supplements every time, but the senior brother was still getting thinner and thinner.

At the end of that year, he went to visit the grave for the last time, and when he returned, he fell ill.

Before the spring flowers were shining, he was at the end of the crossbow.

When he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear her soft and mischievous call again.

"Shen Juncheng, Shen Juncheng, wake up, it's time to go home."

He opened his eyes vaguely, and saw her standing in front of him with a smile, stretching out her hand and pulling him away......

She said, "Let's go, I'll take you home, our home is in Liguan, there is an endless grassland, there is your mother's hometown, we can go to spring together, hunting, playing, we are there, there will be lovely children......"

Her voice was soft, like a March wind, with the breath of spring, full of life.

She gently sketches the outline of the future, making people feel that the future is bright.

Shen Juncheng followed her, as if he saw the figure of the two of them walking on the green grassland and being stretched by the sunset.

In her gentle voice, he closed his eyes, and the white jade medicine bottle in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, shattering.

After eleven years of health, in winter, Shen Juncheng died of illness in a small villa on the outskirts of the city, enjoying Chinese New Year's Eve six ......

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