Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Qingqing, My
Jiang Hexue and Jiang Heye in the inner room had no idea that someone had come and left, and the process was still going on.
"Why?" Jiang Heye asked in confusion.
"I've always felt he wouldn't agree," Jiang Hexue said, resting her chin on her hand. "He should think about finishing everything first, but the Marquis of Zhenbei... that's a tough nut to crack. I'm afraid it might not be finished by the end of the year."
"I can't wait! I can't wait to go out and have some fun." She winked slyly. "Just tell Rongchang that I have a lot of luggage to pack, so I'll pack it up in advance."
"When everything is ready, I'll talk to him the day before I leave. I think everything will be fine. I'll just flirt with him a little and he'll agree."
"If he finds out sooner, you'll definitely get a lecture." Jiang Hexue, confident she has a general understanding of Shen Qingchen's temperament, smiled broadly. "How is it?"
"Sister, it's tall." Jiang Heye agreed happily.
"Then it's settled. You should go back and look for Rongchang soon." Jiang Hexue glanced at the clepsydra and urged him. "Zhaohua should be here soon. I'll go check on him."
Jiang Heye nodded. Climbing through the window had become his habit. This time he did not follow Jiang Hexue through the door, but jumped out the window back.
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When Jiang Hexue stepped out of the main hall, she saw Chen Qingchen standing beside the green bamboo in the garden, twisting a bamboo leaf with his long fingers. He was lost in thought and didn't even notice her approaching.
Jiang Hexue quietly reached out and hugged his waist from behind.
Shen Qingchen's body trembled slightly, but he didn't struggle against her. He just raised his fingers and vaguely grasped her bare hands that were clasping her waist. His usually cold voice was tinged with a slight hoarseness: "Qiong Qiong."
Jiang Hexue let go of him, walked around to him with her hands behind her back, and looked up at him: "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"You've crumpled this leaf into this mess. How can you look like you have nothing to worry about?" Jiang Hexue glanced at the wrinkled, shaky bamboo leaf. "Can't you tell me, Zhaohua?"
Shen Qingchen lowered his eyes and looked at her.
The girl in front of him was wearing a matching wedding dress, with the same colored fabrics intertwined and touching each other.
Her eyes were soft, filled with clueless concern and innocence, yet so sincere that he couldn't find any flaws.
With his eyelashes drooping, Shen Qingchen did not respond.
How could he tell her?
How could he aggressively question her why she left him and went away quietly?
He didn't have to ask.
The answer is nothing more than that, and he already knows it.
He knew that her feelings for him were shallow and superficial, but he was willing to play dumb and let her fool him.
Sometimes I don't want to admit it, and I have thought about being a little distant and indifferent, thinking that as time goes by, the feelings will gradually fade and I can withdraw - I have never thought about getting out of it unscathed, but at least, it won't be as painful as it is now.
But every time he met her eyes that seemed to be unable to speak, he could not utter a single cold word. The emotions of the years surged like a tide, and he indulged himself, indulging in the warmth that was three parts true and seven parts false.
It was his own choice from the beginning to the end.
But this time he was staring at Jiang Hexue silently again. He looked at her eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings, looked at her face that looked even softer and brighter in the warm sunlight, and looked at his own figure that was clearly and uniquely reflected in her purple eyes.
The emotions that he had been suppressing for so long suddenly became so strong that he could hardly hide them.
She is the girl he has been in love with for many years, and she is now his wife.
To be with her for the rest of his life and grow old together has been his long-cherished wish and obsession for many years.
"Qingqing," Shen Qingchen lowered his head impulsively and kissed her lips, his voice low and trembling. "Mine."
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Jiang Hexue's cheeks turned red because of him.
She never expected that Shen Qingchen would hug and kiss her beside the bamboo forest in Yuehua Palace.
In broad daylight, one wonders whether the palace maids sweeping the floor would pass by, not to mention that if there were any guests visiting, they would also have to pass by here.
He also whispered something like "mine, yours" to her.
When the kiss ended, she hurriedly pulled her hand away, too embarrassed to ask any more questions. She lowered her head and rubbed the edge of his sleeve, leaving his ears red.
Shen Qingchen actually raised his hand and pinched it lightly.
The force was not strong, but Jiang Hexue looked up in shame and anger like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Chen Qingchen!"
A faint and blurry smile finally emerged in the young man's cold eyes, but it was just like the spring breeze rippling the lake for a moment, and then it calmed down and disappeared without a trace in the next moment.
He just gently held the edge of her sleeve and led her into the hall.
Jiang Hexue lagged behind him by half a step. As her embarrassment faded away, she realized belatedly that it seemed like he hadn't held hands with her for a long time.
She caught up with him half a step, parted his fingers, inserted her own fingers, interlocked theirs, and pressed their palms together.
Just with this touch, I was surprised to find that his skin was cold, not at all like the warmth of spring.
Moreover, this auspicious attire must not be light or flimsy; a cloak can be worn even into the depths of winter.
"Your hands are so cold." Jiang Hexue couldn't help but worry. "You wouldn't catch a cold in this weather. You must be worried about something else."
"Does the gray-robed man have no clue?" She asked a question that she herself did not believe.
"I think I found him." Shen Qingchen told the truth. "It should be Prince Ling."
"Third Prince, Chen Zelin?" Jiang Hexue frowned, searching his mind for a long time. Besides remembering that he was the son of the domineering Concubine Liang in the harem, he only vaguely remembered that his eyes...
The best way for her to look at people is to observe their pupils, because other things can be embellished, but the pupils cannot be changed.
Therefore, except for the seventh prince, Prince Xiang, whom she had not yet met, she had a general impression of the other princes. The one she impressed the most and admired the most was the eyes of the eldest prince, Prince Gong, Shen Zeqian, whose pupils were extremely pure black and quite beautiful.
Of course, in her heart, she is far inferior to Shen Qingchen.
The person I had the vaguest impression of was Shen Zelin. I only remembered that he had a pair of extremely sinister eagle eyes, which made people dislike him just by looking at them... Eagle eyes?!
The sharp eagle eyes under the gray-robed man's iron face suddenly appeared in her mind, as well as Su Min'er's half-voiced "four" in the past.
Now that I think about it, it’s probably “four safety and three safety”.
"But he has no grudge against you or me..." Jiang Hexue was puzzled.
"Zhenbei Hou is still your biological father."
Being reminded of this, Jiang Hexue narrowed her eyes unexpectedly: "How can someone like him be compared with ordinary people?"
"The root of this matter is that he wants to fight for the undecided position of crown prince." Shen Qingchen pointed out. "Don't worry too much. If the enemy comes, we will fight him with our troops, and if the water comes, we will block it with earth."
Jiang Hexue observed his unmoved demeanor without further inquiry. Suddenly, she asked, "What are you worried about, Qingqing?"
"You must... hide it from me?"
While talking, she had already entered the bedroom. She tapped her jade fingers lightly, pressed Shen Qingchen to sit on the edge of the couch, put her arms around his neck, sat astride him, and looked up at him: "Husband——"
Being so close, the sweet fragrance of her new red cherry fragrance dew in spring also penetrated into his nostrils domineeringly, just like her persistence.
"I'm just tired these past few days." After a while, Shen Qingchen lowered his eyelashes and gently placed his fingers on her lower back. "Don't worry."
Jiang Hexue didn't know whether she believed his clumsy lie, but she smiled at him anyway: "Do you want to rest or go out for fun? Let's go together."
Shen Qingchen thought about what she had just said and said softly, "Let's go for a walk on the street."
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She took off her wedding clothes and put on a newly cut light green spring shirt of the same color as Jiang Hexue, and let her tie her ponytail with a hairband of the same color. She then took Shen Qingchen by the hand and led her out the door.
In fact, he originally wanted to ride a horse by himself, but Jiang Hexue insisted on taking a vacation to China, so he rode Zhuixue with him to the street.
She insisted on wearing a Luo skirt, so she sat sideways on the horse, leaning heavily on the young man's arms behind her, with him holding her waist. When the horse reached the Beast House, Shen Qingchen forgot to let go for a moment.
It was Jiang Hexue who patted the back of his hand, and Fang came to his senses and let go: "Sorry."
Zhuixue was tied up by the servants of the Beast House. Shen Qingchen walked to her side, but before he could stretch out his hand, she led him and put his hand on her waist.
Then, she came over to me delicately as if she was on a horse's back.
“This is inappropriate.” Shen Qingchen’s palms stiffened slightly and he spoke in a low voice.
Jiang Hexue didn't care at all: "I just want to be hugged by you."
"Come in and take a look." She didn't argue with him, but pushed his waist with her fingers as he walked.
The Beast House really lives up to its name. As you walk inside, you can see all kinds of animals.
Lions, tigers, leopards, bears, these ferocious beasts were kept docilely in iron cages. They were far less terrifying than the young tiger that was caught off guard by Shu Tan that day, but Shen Qingchen also held them tightly and did not allow her to get close.
Further inside was the cat and dog kennel. Jiang Hexue was finally able to take a closer look. With the approval of the trainer beside her, she happily stepped into the enclosure.
She entered the kennel with a bag of dog food in her hand, and immediately the dogs rushed over and circled around her feet.
Jiang Hexue happily finished feeding a bag of dog food, then smiled and waved to the young man standing quietly outside: "Zhaohua, come here! You are so cute and interesting!"
Shen Qingchen did not dampen her interest.
"Hey, it hasn't eaten a bite yet..." Jiang Hexue was surrounded by well-fed dogs, and suddenly saw a snow-white Pekingese curled up in the corner.
It was a small, thin creature with round, moist and clear eyes, sitting quietly in the corner.
When he saw her looking at him, he didn't bark. He looked so pitiful that it made people feel soft-hearted.
Jiang Hexue then asked the trainer for another bag, squatted in front of the puppy, and poured some into his palm.
When it was handed to its mouth, it used its wet nose to nudge her palm and started to use it, its head shaking like a snowball.
"A rather arrogant dog." Jiang Hexue smiled and turned to look at Shen Qingchen standing behind him. "Like you."
The puppy also noticed someone approaching, raised its head from her palm, looked at the tall and handsome young man, and actually stuck out its pink tongue at him and wagged its tail.
They were both stunned at the same time.
"I'm the one who feeds you dog food, so why didn't you wag your tail at me just now?" Jiang Hexue nodded at its dog's head.
But the puppy wagged towards Shen Qingchen more and more happily, and even walked to his feet, tugging at his trouser legs, and wanted to jump on him.
"Zhaohua, hug it." Jiang Hexue was so adorable that she only regretted that she was not the one being hugged.
Shen Qingchen looked at her, then leaned over and held the puppy in his arms.
Jiang Hexue immediately reached out and touched it, looking up expectantly: "Do you like it? Should we take it home and raise it?"
Shen Qingchen glanced at the cute snow-white puppy in his arms, and then met the girl's bright and eager eyes.
A ridiculous thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
If she loves the puppy enough, and the puppy loves him enough.
Would she stay with him longer because she couldn't bear to leave the puppy?
"Okay." After a moment, he whispered.
Jiang Hexue cheered and carried the puppy to the trainer to ask for an iron cage and other accessories.
Shen Qingchen watched her go away, then lowered her head and covered her mouth and nose with a silk handkerchief.
I sneezed very lightly.
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