It was still lively outside. Even if something happened in the hall, it was kept strictly and was not aware of it. It still had to be looked down upon. The fireworks were still set off at the agreed time, and the music did not stop. There was only a white lantern in front of the Taiqing Palace. The lights were also subtle. Even the guards guarding at the door drank, and they were so drunk that they were dizzy.

Qiao Yu asked the guard for the key, but he really gave it to him. He opened the door directly, crawled in regardless of the situation, and closed the door tightly, blocking the lively sound of firecrackers outside, as if he had a little sense of security, and his body slowly slid down the door.

Jing Yan stood not far away, walked over, picked up Qiao Yu, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "What happened today? Why are you back now?"

In fact, since six years ago, Defu Dequan used a post to add Qiao Yu, he arranged someone next to Qiao Yu, but he just gave a death order. Unless Qiao Yu was in danger of life, he could not help him. The Taiqing Palace was strictly supervised, and the identity of the secret guard was different from Xiao Shisi. He only reported what Qiao Yu had encountered outside regularly.

Over the years, Qiao Yu has not been bullied. The most powerful time, he fought with a few eunuchs on the road, which was very unusual. Qiao Yu was timid and indulgent. When he was a child, he was weak. When others called him bullying him, he pretended to have no hearing. That time, Qiao Yu went to the eunuchs to do business and met a group of eunuchs chatting under the tree. They were younger than Qiao Yu and had never even left the eunuchs. They were ignorant and talked about the unpopular concubines in the palace. Somehow they talked about Jing Yan. They all wanted to curse Jing Xu and Concubine Feng. When they cursed behind their backs, they were afraid that they would fall behind and scold Jing Yan to no avail and all the dirty things were put on him. Qiao Yu was so angry that he rushed in and asked them to apologize.

Of course, those little eunuchs refused and scolded even more.

Qiao Yu had never been so angry and fought with the group of young eunuchs. He had never fought and could not fight, but the group of young eunuchs had only lip service and had no chance to fight. They just relied on the number of people. Qiao Yu had completely fought for his life to defeat the group of people. In the end, he was pulled away by the officials and almost got beaten by the board. Because of his satisfactory relationship, he was spared a disaster.

After hearing the news, he took him back. Qiao Yu was stern and shed tears on the chair next to the corner of the wall pitifully, secretly wiping it while shedding, and even peeling an orange to eat.

He really laughed at him.

When he brought the young eunuch Liangyu back, Qiao was still proud and refused to admit his mistakes. He asked him with satisfaction, "How old is he? He still learns to fight. Did he cry when he hits people?"

Qiao Yu stopped talking because she was embarrassed and she really cried.

When he went back, Jing Yan asked him what was wrong. Qiao Yu said dryly: "No, there are a group of small eunuchs bullied me, and I knocked them all down."

Although he was telling a lie and being beaten to the top, Qiao Yu couldn't help but feel complacent.

He felt like a great hero in the text, protecting his prince.

Jing Yan only found out how many days later.

Qiao Yu has been like this since she was a child, stupid and innocent, but she only has the person in front of her.

But today's things are different from usual, Qiao Yu still knows the importance of it. She hugged in Jing Yan's arms, was carried to the bed, took off her ill-fitting coat, and stretched her body. From this morning's trip to the imperial kitchen to what she had just happened, she told Jing Yan bit by bit.

Jing Hong's play was made by Jing Yan, and he knew it clearly, but Qiao Yu's was an accident.

But it doesn’t matter. It’s all this time, one step away from Taiqing Palace.

Qiao Yu was a little scared, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she fell heavily. Her voice was very light and she trembled slightly. She asked, "What should I do? Did my aunt recognize me? She recognized me, and said she kept looking at me. I didn't know."

Jing Yan hugged him tighter and carefully approached Qiao Yu's thin red eyes.

Qiao Yu grabbed Jing Yan's sleeve and became more and more nervous as he spoke, his palms were covered with sticky sweat. What he was afraid of was another thing. He was afraid that Concubine Feng would use this incident to frame Jing Yan because he was not a eunuch, but Qiao Yu.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and tried hard to open it wider. From this angle, he could see the outline of Jing Yan's side face, a small piece of thin lips, and a very gentle look. He was comforting himself softly.

Jing Yan paused, and had a rare moment of hesitation, "It doesn't matter. You see it and you will see it. There will be no big deal."

But I didn't say how to solve it.

Qiao Yu pursed her lips, her face almost pale, and she didn't say anything. He thought to himself that the prince was so smart that he would not have thought about the consequences of this matter, but he didn't say anything.

He thought for a long time and finally put a word in his mouth. Unfortunately, he had exhausted all his courage and did not even dare to raise his head. He stumbled and said, "Don't worry, I have thought about it. If she really recognizes it, I will tell His Majesty that she sent me to let me watch His Highness."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. It was a very abrupt silence. A needle fell down and breathed a little more. You could hear it clearly. Qiao Yu lowered his head and focused on twisting his fingers. His fingertips were light powder and very round. They were cut by Jingyan for him and were well trimmed.

It’s too hot in summer, and the windows are covered with empty spaces. Locust branches are penetrated through the window frame, wrapped in the night wind and moonlight, accompanying the endless silence.

Qiao Yu leaned there, and the green branches fell beside his cheeks, and he could almost smell the smell of soil.

Jing Yan's eyes were pitch black, like a lake in the dark night, with no trace of light deep in sight, no matter what it was thrown into, it was calm and calm in a blink of an eye.

Qiao Yu couldn't help but glanced at him secretly, and was prompted by Jing Yan.

Jing Yan let go of his arm and moved Qiao Yu to the edge of the bed, directly opposite him. The weather was very hot, and the two of them seemed to have a fire burning on their bodies. When they hugged each other, they were covered in sweat.

But Qiao Yu just couldn't bear to let it go, and no matter how hard he tried, he always liked to get close to Jing Yan. Qiao Yu was stunned and said this very carefully and seriously, and planned to do it seriously.

Because he was very scared, he was afraid that Jing Yan would be worried, sad, and unable to sleep well. In fact, Qiao Yu had already thought of this method on the road to deal with Concubine Feng, but he didn't want to say it. But now he thought the prince had no choice but to wait for the result like this, so he clumsily wanted to comfort Jing Yan and let him know that this difficulty could be overcome.

Qiao Yu didn't know what the consequences would be, because there was no lesson in the past, but it could be roughly guessed that he would die, and his aunt wouldn't.

The more he thought about it, the more he became sad. He was all involved, feeling that tomorrow Concubine Feng would lead someone to rush in and arrest him, and then complain in front of Emperor Yuande, he would bravely stand up and bravely tell the lies he had made up. Qiao Yu thought that if he had to die, he hoped that he could die more easily and not be so difficult.

This is Qiao Yu’s only wish, or he wants to add another one now, that is, he hopes that the prince can hug him more, after all, he will never be there again when he gets underground.

Maybe he was too immersed in the play. Qiao Yu was crying himself. He thought that since there was no future, he didn't have to face him. He crawled to pull Jing Yan's sleeves completely according to his wishes, so he often wanted to get into his arms. Jing Yan avoided him coldly, and even got up and got out of bed.

Qiao Yu looked at Jing Yan pitifully, the round deer's eyes were covered with wet, as if tears were about to fall out the next moment.

It's so pitiful.

Jing Yan half-closed his eyes and looked at him with his eyes down. There was an emotion that no one could see through. He was silent for a long time, then slowly rolled up his wide sleeves, raised Qiao Yu's chin, forcing him to look straight in his eyes. He used a lot of effort, and the veins on the back of his hand were raised a little. Qiao Yu only felt that his chin was being pinched tightly, and the pain was so severe that he seemed to have a little rapid breathing.

His eyelashes were shaking violently, and he knew that the prince was angry.

Jing Yan rarely gets so angry. He doesn’t have any emotional fluctuations. Whether it’s angry or angry, it’s useless and unnecessary.

But these are useless in Qiao Yu.

He stood condescendingly in front of Qiao Yu, looking at the little fool in front of him with a very cold and distant look. He was so stupid and innocent, but he tasted sweet and his favorite taste.

Jing Yan pinched his cheek again, and the meat in that place became more and more forceful.

Qiao Yu still had tears in his eyes, and he didn't cry.

A gust of wind blew by, and the faint candlelight swayed, almost blurring the faces of the two. The next moment, Jing Yan finally said the first sentence.

"Well? I'm growing up, I don't want to die anymore. Should I say that? Do you want my life if you say this?"

Jing Yan's voice gradually weakened. By the time of the last sentence, even Qiao Yu could not hear it clearly except himself.

Probably, I am used to putting important things in my heart, not saying them out loud.

He deliberately wanted Qiao Yu to cry and said softly: "Qiao Yu, have you never known that nothing is more important than your life? For me, and for yourself, it should be like this. Can those things be compared with you?"

Qiao Yu was stunned and struggled to escape, but could not break away from Jing Yan's hand.

Jing Yan bent down, and the phoenix eyes were entangled with sinisterness and tenderness, and his voice was a little more rapid than before. "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid of them. Everything is fine, we will go out from here soon."

In the past, Jing Yan was reluctant to do anything to him, but most of them were just teasing him, but this time it was very different. He deliberately wanted Qiao Yu to hurt him and wanted him to remember it.

Qiao Yu was sad, her cheeks and chin was also painful, and the two were mixed together. I don’t know which one made him even more sad. Tears slid from his eyes and slammed on the back of his hand. It was cold and seemed to be sour, but he stubbornly refused to erase it.

He cried so hard that he covered his eyes and shrank into a ball, "You are bad, I don't tell me anything, I don't know..."

Jing Yan let go of his hand and finally fulfilled Qiao Yu's wish. He held him in his arms, carefully coaxed him, rubbed his cheeks, and responded, "Yes, okay, I'm bad."

Qiao Yu added unwillingly, "Aci Ke is so bad. I bully me every day, and I don't want my life anymore."

He was so sad that he thought about how to protect his prince along the way, but he had already made plans.

Jing Yan pampered him and had no bottom line when he coaxed him, but he set his strength tightly and was not willing to go beyond it at all.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and gently kissed Qiao Yu's long hair. He smiled gently in a place where no one could see it, "I'm useless? I can't protect myself well, and I have to fight for my life to protect me."

He paused, covered Qiao Yu's mouth with his palm, which he was sobbing and trying to speak, and continued calmly, "But when Xiaoyu said he wanted to protect me with his life, I was very happy. Perhaps no one has ever spoken like this, and I have tasted this kind of taste, which makes me very happy."

He rarely explains his thoughts, and he can't even treat Queen Chen, because that's all unnecessary things. Others don't care what he thinks, nor do they have to care. Jing Yan can only stand up straight and hold on to those responsibilities that have been borne by his shoulders.

But Qiao Yu is different.

The warmth that surged up in that moment was enough to make Jing Yan's hard heart soft, and to make him greedy and want more.

But Qiao Yu has already given him his life, is there anything else he hasn't gotten?

Jing Yan ignored the unusual feeling, stroked Qiao Yu's wet eyelashes, and said seriously: "For so many years, I have been well protected by Xiaoyu and feel at ease. So from now on, I will protect Xiaoyu well. We have made an agreement, right?"

Qiao Yu snorted softly, wiped tears on Jing Yan's body, and said proudly: "Yes! I have always been very careful in protecting the prince, and I have done what I said!"

But he was a little sad and sighed a little.

He has grown up, and there are more beauties in the Qiao family and Feng family. Qiao Yusheng is good, and his eyebrows, eyes and facial features are inherited from beauty, which is very moving. His skin is very white, almost transparent under the glimmer of light, and the green veins inside are very obvious. There are still tears on his cheeks, his eyelashes are thick and slender, and the tears on his head have not yet shaken off. That is a very fragile posture.

Jing Yan's mind seemed to sway slightly with his flashing deer eyes. He asked him in a low voice, "Don't Xiaoyu want to leave here, do you leave Taiqing Palace?"

Qiao Yu was exposed by him, but he did not dare to admit it, and said dryly: "Where is it? No!"

But my neck became a little red, probably because of a lie.

He really didn't want to leave Taiqing Palace. The palace was too chaotic. Even if Qiao Yu was not very familiar with human affairs, he could see that the play was wrong today. Let's not talk about who is right or wrong. However, Jingxu, Jinghong and Concubine Feng were biological mother and son brothers, but they made a fuss about the right to the throne, and they wanted to kill each other. Qiao Yu stayed in the palace for a long time and saw too many things. The lowly ones wanted to please the superiors, and the high ones wanted to go further. Those people were blinded by endless desires and could not take care of anything.

Although the Taiqing Palace was a little hard, they were only two of them, and the ups and downs outside could not disturb them.

For Qiao Yu, no matter how much wealth or honor is, he is not as good as this. He is a little scared. There are so many people and so many things outside. Can he and A Ci still be like this now? But Qiao Yu knows that Jing Yan cannot go out. The dragon swims in shallow water and the tiger falls in the flat sun. Those things cannot trap the prince for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, he knew there was nothing he could do, but he couldn't help but feel sad. He rolled the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "I'm so tired today. I'm going to sleep. Your Highness will go to bed too."

Jing Yan got up and blew the candlelight, closed the window, and then went to the edge of the bed, touched Qiao Yu's long hair, "I'll sleep with you, I'll leave."

I heard that people with soft hair are also soft, and Qiao Yu's hair is so soft, Jing Yan guessed that his heart might be made of sugar water, which makes it soft and sweet.

Qiao Yu tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He didn't want to turn over and wanted to fall asleep early. Jing Yan could also go to rest, but the more anxious he was, the harder he was to fall asleep.

Jing Yan reached in, and the palms of the two of them were pressed together. Qiao Yu retreated back, but he was reluctant to do so. He went back and grabbed Jing Yan's hand tightly and took his fingers to hook Qiao Yu.

That seemed to be a comfort, but it seemed not, just wanted to do that.

Jing Yan's hand froze, and he turned over to the bed and lay on his side beside Qiao Yu.

After a long time, a sound came from the thin quilt. It was Qiao Yu's voice, filled with sweet nasal sounds, and it was very firm: "Actually, there is no difference, so there is nothing to be afraid of. No matter what is happening outside, Aci and I will never change."

Jing Yan smiled in the darkness and said "um" softly.

It's light and soft, and it sounds sweet.

After Qiao Yu fell into deep sleep with this sentence, Jing Yan, driven by instinct, stood up for no reason and kissed Qiao Yu's small skin on the temples.

Sweeter than the last time.

I also want people to swallow it even more.

All of this should have been silent, but was taken into view by Xiao Shisi, who was guarding outside.
Chapter completed!