Jiang Han
At night, servants kept busy moving around in the joyous general's mansion.
A maid suddenly bumped into a handsome young man in wedding attire. The housekeeper beside her quickly helped her steady her footing and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Be careful not to fall!"
The maid looked up at the young man standing beside him and finally found a lifeline: "General Qi, I have finally found you. Your Excellency has disappeared!"
Qi Wuchen was stunned when he heard this: "Gone?"
The housekeeper's expression changed after hearing this, and he looked at her anxiously: "It's almost time for the wedding, where can your master go? Have you looked for him everywhere?"
"We've looked everywhere for him, but he's nowhere to be found!" The maidservant was almost crying, feeling that it was her own carelessness that caused her to lose him. "Your Excellency said he was hungry, so I went to get the snacks the General had prepared. But when I pushed the door open again, Your Excellency had disappeared! The maidservants at the door hadn't seen him either."
"That's all right." Qi Wuchen's expression was very calm, and he said calmly, "I'll go find him."
"Yes." The butler smiled ingratiatingly at his master, then signaled with his eyes for the maid to leave with him.
Seeing that Qi Wuchen did not blame her, the maid hurriedly followed the housekeeper.
Qi Wuchen didn't have to spend much effort looking for someone. As soon as he arrived in the backyard, he saw the servants looking for Ling Jianghan anxiously.
Ling Jianghan, who was also wearing wedding clothes, was standing with his back to him under a pear tree in full bloom, as if looking at something in the distance.
Hearing that he was looking for me, Jiang Han turned around and smiled at him: "I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to find me."
"How could that be?" Qi Wuchen stopped in front of him, his eyes full of smiles as he looked at Jiang Han's handsome face. "What are you looking at so seriously?"
"Nothing." Ling Jianghan looked at the pear tree with a smile, and the joy in his eyes made Qi Wuchen's heart even sweeter.
"Prime Minister, the auspicious time has arrived. It's time for you to get married to me." Qi Wuchen extended a hand towards him.
"No." Surprisingly, Jiang Han didn't accept. "Everyone praises me for my beauty and talent, and the position of Prime Minister was promised to me by the late Emperor. Marrying you now would be too good of a bargain."
There was a hint of arrogance in his tone.
Qi Wuchen wasn't annoyed, but only smiled with interest: "It's too late for you to regret now, sir. This house was given by Empress Wenhui; the marriage was also granted by the late emperor. Are you trying to disobey the order now?"
"I am afraid of death, so I dare not disobey your order."
"What do you want, sir?"
"Simple." Ling Jianghan raised his hand and pointed at the crescent moon hanging in the sky. "The moonlight is so alluring right now. General, why don't you recite a poem to it? If it pleases me, I will marry you."
This requirement is not high, but it is really a problem for Qi Wuchen, a military general who has not liked reading and writing since childhood.
But he didn't say anything. He just turned his head in the direction Ling Jianghan pointed and looked at the crescent moon. He stared at the crescent moon seriously and thought.
Qi Wuchen frowned and stared at the moon for a long time. He suddenly and inappropriately thought of Ling Jianghan's young and handsome face and seductive eyes.
He chuckled, his frown suddenly relaxed, and he gave a straightforward answer: "How about I pick the moon and use it as a mirror to reflect your face?"
Qi Wuchen turned around to look at him, and fell straight into the star-like eyes of the person behind him.
He saw the man smile at him, his thin lips moving slightly, and he answered without hesitation: "Very good."
Qi Wuchen shook his head helplessly. He knew that no matter how good or bad he spoke, the person in front of him would go to the wedding with him.
But he still did it, not for any other reason, but simply because he liked it too much and was willing to play along with this person.
Ling Jiang Han smiled, took Qi Wuchen's hand and was about to leave, but was pulled into his arms by the other party.
Qi Wuchen leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Since you are so talented, why don't you add another line to this poem before you leave?"
"Okay." Ling Jianghan responded decisively: "Since the general wants to pick the moon to use as a mirror for his beloved, then I will pick a flower to make his beloved smile."
"How do you ask for it?" Qi Wuchen asked curiously.
"I'll pick flowers and write them on paper to express my longing for you." Ling Jianghan picked a branch of pear blossoms and waved it in front of him, smiling and saying, "I'll use flowers as paper to let my beloved know that I miss him, and he'll smile."
Qi Wuchen reached out to grab the pear blossom branch, but saw that the pear blossoms on the branch all withered after touching his hand, and were not as vibrant as before.
He looked up in surprise and saw that Ling Jianghan was three steps away from him without him knowing it.
The originally noisy and bustling General's Mansion suddenly became quiet. Qi Wuchen saw Ling Jianghan holding a branch of pear blossoms that had not yet withered. He lowered his eyes and stared at the branch and said, "Qi Wuchen, you broke your promise first. I am very sad."
As soon as he said this, all the memories of his life came flooding back - he was ordered to go to war when his wedding date was approaching, and before leaving, he had agreed with Ling Jianghan that he would return to Beijing to get married after a great victory.
But Da Ling won, but Qi Wuchen was seriously injured and died on the way back to Beijing.
He was stunned for a moment, and rarely did he know how to face Ling Jianghan: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have broken the promise and shouldn't have made you sad. I..."
Ling Jianghan interrupted him before he could finish, "If you do it again, I will remarry."
Qi Wuchen was stunned when he heard this.
next time?
The two were only three steps apart, but Qi Wuchen felt as if Jiang Han were a thousand miles away from him. He saw the man smiling and handing him a pear blossom branch, and he reached out to take it as if possessed by his own will.
The moment the fingertips touched the branch, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the pear blossoms on the tree were covered with all kinds of flowers.
Jiang Han's figure seemed to be blown away by the wind, gradually disappearing along with the pear blossoms. Only his voice could be clearly heard in the rain of pear blossoms: "The pear tree in my yard has long since died. Go back... and plant a new one for me."
"Ling Jianghan——!"
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"Hello, teacher. I'm Qi Wuchen's sister. I'd like to ask for sick leave for him." In the kitchen, Qi Chiyue stirred the soup in the pot with a spoon while answering the phone: "Yes, he suddenly had a high fever this afternoon. I'll ask him to come to class when he feels better."
After hanging up the phone, Qi Chiyue went upstairs and knocked on Qi Wuchen's bedroom door.
She pushed the door open and saw that the person lying on the bed had sat up.
Qi Chiyue reached out and touched Qi Wuchen's forehead, then put his hand against his own, and then said with a sigh of relief: "It's good that the fever is gone. I've asked for leave for you. You don't have to go to school today. Rest at home for a day."
Qi Wuchen just said "hmm" and said nothing else.
Qi Chiyue looked at him puzzledly for a long time, and felt that his brother was a little strange for no reason.
Not sure if it was because he was sick and feeling unwell, but Qi Chiyue felt that Qi Wuchen seemed unhappy.
But Qi Chiyue didn't understand why he was unhappy, so she had to tell him to go eat first: "Go downstairs and eat first, or the food will get cold soon."
"Yeah." Qi Wuchen's answer was still very simple.
Before Qi Chiyue turned around and left, Qi Wuchen's cell phone, which was placed on the bedside table, rang.
He got up from his bed, lifted the quilt, and unlocked his phone on the bedside table. He saw a message from Sheng Yao: [Brother Chen, why didn't you come to school? Do you need my help?]
Qi Wuchen didn't understand his question: [What can I help you with?]
[I'm here to help you with your homework, Brother Chen. You're welcome. If you need anything, just let me know. I'll be happy to help you.]
Qi Wuchen was speechless for a moment: […No, I’m taking sick leave.]
[Sick leave? Are you feeling better now? Do you want us to come see you?]
[No, I just have a high fever. I can come to school tomorrow.]
[Oh.] Sheng Yao replied: [By the way, Brother Chen, there's a new transfer student in our class. He's very fair and clean, and the girls in the class are really attracted to him.]
Qi Wuchen was not interested and replied with a "hmm".
He had just remembered something from his previous life and had no time to pay attention to any new classmates.
Just as he was thinking about what to do next, Sheng Yao sent him another message: [I think her looks are just average, but her name is nice. Your sister would definitely like it.]
Everyone who is familiar with Qi Wuchen knows that his sister Qi Chiyue likes boys with nice names and good looks.
Out of curiosity, Qi Wuchen asked: [What's your name?]
[Have you memorized Bai Juyi's "Pipa Song"? There's a line in it: 'The moon shines brightly around the boat, the river water is cold.' That guy's name is Ling Jianghan.]
Qi Wuchen was stunned when he saw this.
Ling Jianghan?
Is it the same name or the same person he is thinking of?
Logically speaking, their fate would have ended when I died in my previous life, and after reincarnation, they would most likely be separated from each other.
But Qi Wuchen couldn't help but wonder: What happened to Ling Jianghan after his death? Where is Ling Jianghan now? How is he doing?
After some hesitation, Qi Wuchen typed and asked: [Do you have any photos?]
[Wait a moment, I'll take a picture for you.]
Three minutes later, Qi Wuchen received a photo sent by Sheng Yao.
The boy in the photo seems to be sitting in the last row. There are books piled on the left side of the table, and a schoolbag and a half-drunk Coke on the right side. It looks a bit messy.
Their owner was leaning his head forward and talking on the phone to someone, with a hint of a smile on his handsome face.
The pixel of Sheng Yao's mobile phone is top-notch. If you look closely, you will find that there is a teardrop mole on the boy's face.
To be precise, it is not a teardrop mole, but a scar about one centimeter long on his right cheekbone, and the small black mole grows at the end of that light-colored scar.
But neither the scar nor the mole affected the appearance of the face. Instead, their existence added a unique appeal to Jiang Han's eyes, miraculously achieving the effect of icing on the cake.
Qi Wuchen remembered those eyes. He had once told Ling Jianghan that the scars and moles near the corners of the eyes were hard to see from a distance, but up close, you'd see they had plenty of ways of making those eyes even more alluring.
Maybe it was really those eyes that were causing trouble, Qi Wuchen's heart suddenly felt a little confused.
At this moment, Sheng Yao's message reappeared at the top of the screen: [Those girls all say he's quite good-looking, but I think he's still a little off for you. Hey, do you think he's as good-looking as me?]
Qi Wuchen opened the wardrobe, picked up a set of clothes and made a phone call directly.
The class meeting hasn't started yet, so they probably haven't handed in their phones yet.
Sure enough, Sheng Yao on the other end quickly answered the call.
The other party asked in confusion: "Brother Chen, why are you calling for no reason?"
Qi Wuchen turned on the hands-free mode, threw the phone on the bed, and said while changing clothes: "I need your help now."
"Okay, you say." Sheng Yao agreed without thinking.
"Help me find Ling Jianghan's contact information."
"?What."
Before Sheng Yao could ask anything else, Qi Wuchen added, "Don't say I told you to."
Sheng Yao was completely dumbfounded: "Huh???"
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