Maybe it was because I dreamed of Yun Yan, so when I thought of him again, I didn’t feel as sad as usual.
Yu Huan was finally able to walk into the study.
She didn't lie to Lu Qingyan.
The study had indeed been unused for a long time, with no one cleaning it and it was covered in dust. However, I hadn't gone there to look for the storybook that day.
She just went in to look for their past memories.
The square ebony table in front of the window was where she practiced calligraphy. She would often lean over the table while he stood behind her, his voice lazy and teasing, with a smile. She still remembered how he held the pen, the black jade pen barrel making his hand look as white as snow.
Every calligraphy and painting on the wall is his work.
This man had a very high opinion of himself, and could even frivolously judge a famous teacher from the previous dynasty. Yet, he was indeed unparalleled in talent, and after finding fault with him, he smiled good-naturedly on his pale, handsome face, which only made people hate him to the core.
On the three-tiered bookshelf with openwork patterns, every book has his own annotations.
At that time, he sat by the window, discussing scriptures and doctrines with her. When they encountered difficult problems, he would always tap her head and laugh at her for being stupid. After laughing, he would carefully and patiently explain each problem to her one by one...
Mingming was not much older than her, but he always taught her like a master.
When they met, the emperor had not yet ascended the throne and his mother had just passed away. The various forces in the court were in turmoil, and the siblings were drifting in the storm.
He taught them how to gain a foothold.
He taught her to understand the pros and cons of things, and he taught her to break through human nature and avoid deadlocks.
Although she didn't want to admit it, he was indeed gifted and intelligent. She had never thought that the way he looked at her would be different from the way he looked at others.
She hid her thoughts well, just wanting him to be in better health and live longer, and not cough up blood all the time...
The tears dripped onto the ebony table, forming a dark circle.
Yu Huan raised his head, casually flipped through a few books on the table, and suddenly paused.
Under a few books, there was an unfinished portrait.
The lines are clear and the brushstrokes are delicate.
After removing the book on top of it, the person on the paper raised his eyelids, smiled at the corners of his eyes, and looked at her casually.
It was her first love, she couldn't suppress her feelings, so she secretly drew it.
She thought she had hidden it well, and even covered it with a book after she stopped writing.
But when I came the next day, there was an extra piece of flowery paper on the painting.
This was left by the man after he had thoroughly admired the painting. He said that her painting skills needed to be improved and it would be best if she could paint several pictures every day. This picture did not show his handsomeness.
How could there be such a hateful person?
The painting was never finished.
Yu Huan laughed and cried at the same time, dusted off the dust, and took the portrait back to the dormitory.
She lay on the couch, staring at the painting in a daze, and fell asleep unknowingly.
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But nightmares always bring about what you fear.
The new emperor ascended the throne and granted amnesty to the country. Everywhere was filled with joy, except for the simple courtyard where he lived, where the snow had not melted yet.
Perhaps it was because she had become the noble eldest princess at that time, and her future was bright and smooth, so the anger he had been holding on to finally subsided, and he became more and more ill, his body becoming emaciated and haggard.
Such a proud man felt that his appearance had faded, so he would not allow her to come in and see his miserable appearance.
She stood outside the door to accompany him day after day.
So they talked through the door.
When he was in high spirits, he would gossip with her without restraint, and would not let anyone off the hook.
Sometimes when he was so sick that he didn't even have the strength to lift his hands, he would be very serious and say that he had thought he would end his life here, but fortunately he met the princess, who had a keen eye for talent and helped him to plan for the world, so his life was not in vain.
Later she thought that he felt he could not bear it any longer that day, so he poured out everything in his heart.
He actually stayed for quite a long time.
Although he took medicine as if it were his meals and was in excruciating pain every day, he still managed to live a few more days.
He couldn't bear to leave, couldn't bear to leave his princess.
But God won't allow it.
Still, I'm getting weaker and weaker.
At that time, Yu Huan was standing outside the door. Suddenly, he couldn't hear any sound, so he knocked on the door anxiously.
She was scared.
Later, a famous doctor appeared out of nowhere and said that there was a strange flower growing on the top of Jingyue Mountain. The flowers were brightly colored and could be used as medicine to bring people back to life.
She took the map and went to look for it.
When he came back, he was overjoyed. He put the flower into a brocade box and put it in his arms, protecting it as if it were his life.
Thinking that she would be very proud of herself when she saw him later, she would ask him to acknowledge her as his savior and greet her every day.
The smile on her face didn't last long before it was blown away by the cold wind blowing towards her in the alley.
As soon as he stepped onto the street where he lived, he heard a cry: "... the tiles are falling and the spirits are rising!"
A pitch-black coffin was being carried out of the door. Everyone had a sad face, wearing white clothes and white crowns.
The coffin was so thin and narrow, but it could hold him.
The brocade box fell to the ground.
Someone helped her pick it up and said, "Isn't this a primrose?"
Primroses, primroses... Primroses can be seen everywhere in the mountains and fields.
It turned out that he just didn't want her to see him for the last time.
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It was already dawn, but the princess hadn't woken up yet. She usually loved to sleep in, but this time she slept a little too long. Even when Lu Qingyan came over, she still hadn't woken up.
Lu Qingyan walked in and saw the portrait before he even looked at Yu Huan. The person in the portrait was smiling slightly, with a small mole under his eye, which looked familiar yet strange.
Is this him?
Just as he was wondering, Meng Huaping came in with some refreshing snacks prepared for the eldest princess and put them on the table. As luck would have it, he saw the old portrait.
She had just learned a shocking secret yesterday. She looked at Lu Qingyan and then at the portrait, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Is this a painting of me?" Lu Qingyan asked her casually.
"Yes, the eldest princess asked an artist to paint it a few days ago. Before the painting was finished, the princess loved it so much that she fell asleep while looking at it." Meng Huaping lowered her head and stared at her toes.
I'm sorry, Mr. Lu.
To her, the eldest princess is important.
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