Chapter 63: Meeting in the Prison

After asking Li Yi some basic questions, Wei Qingcheng still wanted to go see Xie Jingyu.

He had never been to a dungeon in his two lifetimes. He didn't know if Xie Jingyu was cold at night. Tangtang and King Xuan were imprisoned by their biological father. He must feel bad.

Wei Qingcheng wanted to see the man, even if it was just to give him a simple hug.

He gave some silver, and several jailers went to the open space in the prison to drink and eat meat. Wei Qingcheng tightly grasped the key and followed the jailer's instructions, passing through the cells.

The man was still wearing the clothes he wore when he went out that morning. His dark robe was stained with grass debris. He leaned against the blood-spattered wall, closing his phoenix eyes tiredly.

It was only two short days since they last met, but Wei Qingcheng felt like they had been separated for a thousand years. She didn't know how hard it was for a man when he was missing.

Wei Qingcheng burst into tears before he could say anything. He trembled as he inserted the key into the keyhole. He stood in front of the man with red eyes.

The man thought the jailer had come to deliver the food, so he didn't open his eyes and said casually, "Put the food there."

Wei Qingcheng squatted down and slowly stroked the man's face: "Jingyu..."

Xie Jingyu put his big hand on his lover's jade hands: "Why are you here? It's so wet and humid here." He repeatedly kneaded Wei Qingcheng's slightly cool fingers and blew a breath into his palm.

He tried his best to conceal it, but it was eventually discovered by Wei Qingcheng. Xie Jingyu regretted it. He shouldn't have gotten angry with the emperor. It didn't matter what his fate was.

It was just that his Qingqing was worried and frightened, and had to rush to the prison. The carriage was shaking all the way, and Qingqing must have suffered a lot.

The cold little hands broke away from Xie Jingyu's palms and reached into his waist. Wei Qingcheng didn't care about the grass and dirt and leaned in his arms, her peach blossom eyes filled with tears: "I, I miss you,"

It was not until she really hugged Xie Jingyu that Wei Qingcheng's lovesickness was alleviated a little, and her anxious emotions were calmed down.

Xie Jingyu hugged the man tightly and kissed his hair: "I'm sorry Qingcheng, I made you tired."

When the person in his arms heard this, he pounded Xie Jingyu's chest with his hands and sobbed softly.

"You, don't bother me. Since you did something that hurt yourself, you should have expected that I would feel sorry for you, so sorry that I almost died... You are still like this, you are doing it on purpose, deliberately making me cry for you, making me worry about you,

Xie Jingyu, there is no one worse than you in this world! ”

Such a small force struck Xie Jingyu's heart, and his heart was throbbing with pain.

The death of his mother in his childhood brought a heavy rain to Xie Jingyu's life. The inaction of the man he called his father in his youth punctured many holes in Xie Jingyu's life. From then on, his life would be in a mess every time the rainy season came.

Wei Qingcheng happened to walk into his dilapidated life holding a small umbrella. The small umbrella was always biased towards him. Xie Jingyu thought, this was enough, because with the appearance of Wei Qingcheng, he could forgive all the injustices.

That's it. He won't argue about those meaningless things anymore.

Xie Jingyu hugged Wei Qingcheng contentedly, letting him beat and scold her, venting his dissatisfaction, and coaxing him softly: "It's my fault, I'm a bad person, I promise, I will never do it again, okay?"

Wei Qingcheng didn't believe the sweet words of the man, and pinched half of Xie Jingyu's face: "What if you do it again?"

Xie Jingyu cooperated by hissing twice, buried his head in the crook of Wei Qingcheng's neck, and inhaled the scent of herbs: "Well~ If I do it again, the prison officer will lock me up and let the master punish me."

The jailer knocked twice on the chain of the prison door, and the visiting time was over.

Xie Jingyu patted the back of the person in his arms, stood up with Wei Qingcheng in his arms, and brushed the grass debris off his robe for him: "You go back to the Wei Mansion first and wait for me at home. I will be back in the evening, okay?"

Wei Qingcheng kissed the corner of Xie Jingyu's lips reluctantly, nodded, and left.

As night fell, Wei Qingcheng held the cute little Dumpling in her arms, holding the longevity lock in her hand, making the little Dumpling giggle.

Wei Qingcheng looked at her elder brother who was massaging her sister-in-law's shoulders and asked, "Brother, what's his name?"

Wei Mingxuan watched him teasing the child with a smile, and took his wife's hand and joked, "His nickname is Naonao. Your sister-in-law said he likes to be lively, so she called him that. I thought it was a bit hasty, but your sister-in-law liked it, so she didn't change it. His full name is Wei Chengzhi, and daddy gave it to him."

Wei Qingcheng couldn't help but think of his slightly feminine name, and rocked the little boy in her arms: "Chengzhi, Chengzhi! It means smart and strategic, what a good name. Dad has given good names to other people except mine."

If he had not been born so weak and sickly, he would not have been given this name. He could have been called some majestic names like Dali, Kunpeng, or Zhigang like normal men, which would have been good. Speaking of which, I still feel a little regretful.

"Sir, the prince is back,"

After hearing the servant's message, Wei Mingxuan wanted to go see Xie Jingyu, but children cannot be exposed to the wind at night. If he went out at this time, he would inevitably be cold when he came back, which would bring coldness to the child. So he asked his younger brother to say hello to Xie Jingyu.

Wei Qingcheng was outside the hut, looking at the dim candlelight inside the room reflecting the man's sharp-edged profile. She felt a warm feeling in her heart. She reached out and pushed open the door, and was embraced in a steamy embrace. Wei Qingcheng raised her head and asked, "Your Majesty, have you taken a bath?"

Xie Jingyu kissed his nose: "Well, I've been in the cell for two days, I'm afraid the stink will bother you."

Wei Qingcheng sniffed on his shoulder like a puppy, "I thought it smelled good, but ~ why does the prince smell exactly the same as me now?"

The man's eyes darkened, as if he was standing on the top of a snowy mountain, feeling the cold alone. He was lost in memories, and his tone was filled with a hint of sadness.

"I specially asked someone to make incense for me. During those three years, I often missed you at night and couldn't sleep every night. So I found a perfume maker to imitate your scent and put it on the bedside to help me sleep. But I could only imitate 70% of your scent."

These words tormented Wei Qingcheng's heart. He leaned forward on tiptoe and took the initiative to kiss the man's slightly hot lips.

Wei Qingcheng's soft red lips turned into a hard weapon to attack Xie Jingyu's silent heart. Her teeth bit the man's thin lips fiercely.

He wanted to tell Xie Jingyu with his actions that he was back, he was really back.

"Hmm~ Qingcheng started biting me after not seeing her for two days. As expected, you should look at her with new eyes after three days of absence!"

Wei Qingcheng looked at Xie Jingyu's chattering red lips, which were so tempting that he was dizzy for a moment. He boldly said...