MTL - Don’t Wait for Your Boyfriend in the Crematorium-Chapter 84 end tomorrow

The prince opened early, and Jiang Qingyue was sent to the palace as a companion at the age of four.

"Don't be rude." But Xiao Ren Shuhan was very protective, and no one would kiss him.

Jiang Qingyue was annoyed by being kissed, so she hid behind Ren Shuhan.

"Why are you so domineering?" Lu Yan's brother-in-law was ten years older than Lu Yan, and he was already able to tease his younger brother. dear?"

Xiao Ren Shuhan nodded slowly.

Jiang Qingyue also said in a milky voice: "I have a marriage contract with the Second Highness, and he can only kiss him alone."

Everyone laughed at him.

Originally, the doll was supposed to talk about it casually, but seeing that the two children were so attached, the queen settled on this matter: "Qingyue will hold Yan'er when she catches Zhou, and wait. In the future, Yan'er will be crowned Wang Jianfu, so let's make Lu Yan'er the little princess."

Jiang Qingyue bowed her head shyly, and Ren Shuhan held his little hand tightly.

Jiang Zhe's original wife was still alive at that time. Although she kept Jiang Qingyue by her side, she would naturally alienate Jiang Qingyue a lot compared to her own children. The same is true, and he loves Lu Yan's brother even more.

The two children became the closest people to each other.

Ren Shuhan leads him wherever he goes, and sleeps together during lunch breaks. When the schoolwork is heavy, Jiang Qingyue also lives in the palace, rises and sleeps with him.

When I was twelve or thirteen years old, during the Mid-Yuan Festival, Ren Shuhan secretly took Jiang Qingyue out of the palace to see the lanterns, turned around to buy a candy man, and bumped into the prodigal son flirting with Jiang Qingyue, The question is, "Which little lady is disguised as a man?"

Ren Shuhan took Jiang Qingyue for a walk to an unoccupied bridge, ran very embarrassed, a strand of hair fell on his forehead, his clothes were a little messy, and he comforted him hard Little Book Boy: "It was not discovered by the guards in the palace."

Jiang Qingyue was happy when she saw him standing up for herself, and lowered her head and snickered.

Ren Shuhan, who was raised in the deep palace since he was a child, is very disciplined, a little reserved, and only asks him stupidly: "Did it hurt you?"

"No." Jiang Qingyue tapped her shoulder with her finger, "He pushed me here."

Ren Shuhan stretched out his hand awkwardly and wiped his clothes: "Is it not dirty?"

Jiang Qingyue shook her head, originally worried that he would dislike being touched by someone, but now she is completely relieved, but the place he touched became inexplicably hot.

That year Jiang Qingyue thought: He likes me.

Afterwards, they went out of the palace a few times to play together, heard a lot of stories, watched a lot of scenery, and gave each other a bunch of gadgets.

Compared with Ren Shuhan, who was proclaimed king and left the palace in fifteen Find yourself.

Gentlemen don't ask much for an idle prince. Jiang Qingyue, as a companion, is generally only responsible for covering Ren Shuhan who is dozing off.

On the contrary, the homework that Jiang Qingyue was not good at, such as shooting and fighting, was taught by Ren Shuhan, and used these excuses to take him out for outings, boating and polo.

Jiang Qingyue doesn't like the games he likes very much, but she likes to watch him play.

Young people are like jade trees facing the wind, fresh clothes and angry horses, attracting attention wherever they go. Because I was too shy to buy flowers for him myself, I could only pretend that I didn't want them before throwing them to him.

Occasionally Jiang Qingyue summoned the courage and mixed her own handkerchiefs. Chase it over, grab it, and put it in your arms.

"What is given to me is mine." Ren Shuhan said solemnly.

Jiang Qingyue turned her head blushing, thinking: When can I give him myself?

In this way, I finally waited until the age to marry, but unfortunately I caught up with the national filial piety twice, and soon Ren Shuhan became the regent, Jiang Qingyue heard something not very good the sound of.

"A concubine in Jiang's house, can he be the princess of Qin?"

"The side room is fine."

Such rumors were subverted by Ren Shuhan's several visits.

And the longer he looks the better.

The body is tall and straight, the chest is broad, and the appearance is getting better and better, Jiang Qingyue no longer dares to peep all the time, afraid that she can't help it, and there is a little pride in her heart: such a person, how like me.

Until one day two years ago, Jiang Qingci accidentally appeared in front of Ren Shuhan.

Ren Shuhan just came back from Mobei that day and brought some things to the prime minister's residence. Just as Jiang Qingci went to a nearby temple to pray for blessings, and just entered the door, the two called at the door. face to face.

Ren Shuhan was stunned, and Jiang Qingyue, who ran out as soon as she heard him, was also stunned.

This is what I like.

Jiang Qingyue said in her heart, it turns out that he treated me well before, but it was just like treating a younger brother.

He quietly retreated to his room, feeling a pain in his chest.

Jiang Qingyue didn't want to believe it, she always told herself that maybe he just came here often, but he had never seen it before, so he looked at Jiang Qingci more, but for some reason, This picture is like a nail, which has been driven into his heart, and he has to admit that he does not love him.

The script only belongs to the real two male protagonists, and here they lay the foreshadowing without hesitation.

Two years later, the King of Qin suddenly became seriously ill.

Chongxi, saying that it is the son of the first son is more decent, and Longyan is very happy.

Jiang Qingyue nodded, not knowing what was going on.

He was anxious, distressed, and wanted to cry, but he couldn't speak, and couldn't shed tears.

The person he loves is there, and a person suffers, even if he does not love him?

He wants to go to his side to accompany him, take care of him, and tell him it's okay, you are still as good-looking as before, I still like you as before, we will be together forever, I marry You, you take off the hood, it doesn't matter if you can't move, I hold your hand, just like you held my hand and taught me to shoot arrows when I was a child, I will be willing to do it all my life, I can also chew up the food to feed you and wipe it for you As you massage, for your hair.

But his lips were sealed by fate, and he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Qingyue has fantasized countless times, wearing a red wedding dress, marrying him, kissing his lips, and hugging him tightly, but now she can only watch others sit in a sedan chair go out.

Can my brother take care of you? Jiang Qingyue wanted to ask her childhood sweetheart, you like him, but does he like you?

My brother has always been indifferent to everything, and has some cleanliness, will he dislike him who can't move? Jiang Qingyue thought anxiously in her heart, if his brother unintentionally showed disgust and fear, would it hurt his self-esteem? If the food is not cooked well, will there be people in the house who can use it? Will he not eat well or wear warm clothes?

Please, no matter who it is, Jiang Qingyue thought in her heart, as long as I can say what I want to say.

Even if I could see him one last time.

No one responded.

In fact, he even wanted to shed a tear for his beloved, it became a luxury.

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Although the memory during this period was only set, it was so dark that when the arrival of the system flooded into my mind, Jiang Qingyue could not help but collapsed on the quilt, covered his chest, only My fingers are sore from heartache.

The memories of previous lives gradually eased this pain, and gradually, only the sadness remained.

None of this is true. He let out a long breath.

It's true that he likes me.

He came to marry me, that's true.

"Baby," on the night of the bridal chamber, the man he had admired since he was a child took out the red hijab from behind. Although it was something that some women in this world might use when they got married, he jokingly covered it. On his head, he lifted a corner childishly, knelt halfway in front of him, looked at him from the bottom up, and said, "I'm here to marry you."

He laughed, but Jiang Qingyue cried.

Ren Shuhan was at a loss for a moment, and threw off his hijab: "Baby, what's the matter? Is it uncomfortable?"

Jiang Qingyue hugged his neck tightly with her arms and pressed against him, but couldn't help sobbing.

It took him a long time to utter a vague complaint.

"You promised to marry me."

Ren Shuhan immediately pleaded guilty and begged for mercy, kissing the tears on his cheek: "I'm late, baby, it's my fault."

"It's not your fault," Jiang Qingyue shook her head, "I shouldn't take it seriously."

Ren Shuhan was stunned and anxious, wrinkling the clothes of the baby in his arms: "What shouldn't be taken seriously? It must be taken seriously!"

Jiang Qingyue held his face and looked at him with distress: "Do you know that life is just a play, you are the hero, but I am just a supporting role ."

"I know, but I don't care." Ren Shuhan smiled and wiped away his tears.

Jiang Qingyue's tears were still rolling down her face silently, and she asked him softly: "Why, why are you so kind to me?"

Ren Shuhan looked very distressed and wanted to make him smaller and put him on the top of his heart, but smiled helplessly: "I just married a peerless beauty that I like, why is it right? How are you? Are you too easily satisfied?"

Jiang Qingyue still shook her head, raised a small face like a pear blossom with rain, and said with a twitch: "I'm talking about the original world, you said it a long, long, long time ago You are going to marry me, you have been very good to me, very good."