When Shu Tong saw him coming, he tactfully left and was not here at the moment.
Lu Qingyan was about to do it, but suddenly stopped there.
"Don't let... see." She said in a daze, her voice getting lower and lower, and she soon fell asleep again.
However, Lu Qingyan seemed to hear his own name in that sentence.
Behind a double-sided folding screen with peach blossoms carved on both sides of the jade, the paper was blown gently by the wind, and Lu Qingyan could hear his own dull heartbeat in the sound.
He glanced behind the screen, then lowered his eyes to look at the sleeping princess.
What is hidden, anyway?
He walked over there.
What caught my eye was a slightly yellowed piece of paper with the words "Painted in ink, we swear to never forget each other."
It is a poem that is usually written to a loved one.
There was another line with the three words "予云言" written on it.
The smile faded from Lu Qingyan's lips. After spending so much time with her, he naturally recognized the eldest princess's handwriting. This was indeed written by the eldest princess.
It's just that the paper is yellowed and the handwriting is a little immature, not as sophisticated as it is now. It looks like it was written a few years ago.
That was before she and he met, so it was normal for her to have someone else in her heart.
Lu Qingyan comforted himself and said that it was nothing. After all, the eldest princess was with him now and no one could take her away.
He put the paper on the table and then looked at the second one.
The second one has much smoother strokes, flowing like running water. It was written by the current eldest princess. The densely packed small characters look like a letter, and the three words are still at the bottom.
Lu Qingyan felt a little jealous. Why did he only write to others and not think of him at all?
He took advantage of this momentum and started reading from the beginning.
The eldest princess said, I didn’t realize you had been gone for a long time, and I had been alone for so long, which I never dared to imagine before.
Lu Qingyan lost his breath. From the tone of his voice, it seemed as if this person was no longer in this world.
Fortunately, he was so proud that his eldest princess could not be snatched away.
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The princess said, "I still remember when we first met, it was on a busy street. You were standing aside admiring calligraphy and paintings, and when I dropped my purse, you helped me pick it up."
How could it be so similar to their experience, Lu Qingyan muttered.
When we passed by each other, I smelled the faint scent of medicine on you and a sick cough, and somehow it stayed in my mind.
I didn't know then that you only looked gentle, but in fact you were extremely vicious. I didn't know that you and I would engage in verbal battles for so many years in the future, and I didn't know that we would have such a deep bond in the future.
The ink here is darker, as if memories bring about sorrow.
Lu Qingyan really couldn't imagine that in the dead of night, the eldest princess was sitting here, so depressed that she couldn't even put down her pen to write.
She couldn't write any more, so she changed the subject and talked about how good life was.
She said that the emperor was so diligent and the people were so happy; she said that the peach blossoms were in full bloom this year, but she couldn't drink with you; she said that the study where you and I often stayed was covered in dust and had just been cleaned recently. If your soul was tired of wandering, you could go in and sit for a while.
Holding such a piece of paper, the strong emotions between the lines seemed to dilute the air, so that Lu Qingyan's breathing became lighter.
He was a little jealous of this person.
She was jealous of the fact that he and the princess had so much history, and she was also jealous of what he had done to make the princess remember him for so long.
But soon, his jealousy was broken again because the eldest princess mentioned him.
I got a new young man today, he is smart and elegant...
There was more to come, nearly half a page of writing, all of it praising him, saying that he was staying with her in the house and was not at all shy about their relationship.
A smile reappeared in Lu Qingyan's eyes. See, the eldest princess cherishes him.
Until I saw that sentence.
She said, I had almost forgotten what you looked like, but when I looked up at him, I remembered.
Lu Qingyan's fingers trembled, and he could barely hold the paper. And yet, there was something underneath. She also remarked on how similar his eyebrows and eyes were, especially the shape of his eyes, which was the most similar. She also said that, for some reason, it was such a coincidence that their names were similar, both called "Ayan"...
She couldn't help but wonder, and asked him if it was God's will that made her meet someone to replace him.
Tears wet the paper, and everything between them was overturned by her question.
It turns out that the first glance at him on the street was just because he looked like him; it turns out that the repeated attempts to show kindness were just because I wanted to find a familiar shadow in him; it turns out that all my kindness to him was fake.
There was a bronze mirror on the table that had not been put away in time. The small mole under his eye was reflected in the mirror, which was extremely ironic.
He is so stupid.
She treated him as a substitute, and he took the initiative to move forward.
He threw the paper away and walked quickly towards the inner room. The eldest princess was awakened by him, sat up from the couch and asked him what was wrong.
Even though his eyes were wet, he still couldn't say anything harsh when he saw her.
He just asked Yu Huan in a hoarse and low voice, "Is it okay if I go to the study to find some books to read?"
Yu Huan was visibly stunned for a moment, and asked evasively, "What book? I'll ask someone to find it for you."
"Can I, go in?" he repeated, his eyes dark and stubborn.
"Why do you have to go in..."
"Why?! Because you don't want me to tarnish the memories between you?" He shouted loudly, step by step, and walked towards the couch.
"You obviously can't forget him, why are you still looking for me?"
"When you look at me, are you looking at me or him?"
"When you called 'Ayan', were you calling me or him?"
"That day, when you were drunk, were you thinking about me or him?"
"And more." He was overcome with emotion, his chest heaving. "July 7th, Qiqiao Festival. Who was it that came to your mind when you wrote that poem? Do you dare to tell me?"
Every word he said was a question, his tone was full of resentment, and he almost bit his gums to bleed, but his face was wet with tears.
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