This matter was settled.

In order to get the words "六" for Jing Yan, Qiao Yu spent several days in the study. She flipped through a lot of books and wrote down any words if she thought they were good. In the end, she accumulated a few pieces of paper.

No one can be chosen. There are so many good names in this world, most of which are wishing that you can have a happy future, good virtue, and rich knowledge after winning the championship.

Qiao Yu leaned on the bed, her pointed chin against the pen, circled out the words she liked one by one, sighed, and became even more distressed. He was always careless in doing things, and his cheeks were accidentally scratched by the tip of the pen stained with cinnabar, dyed with a touch of redness, which contrasted with the snow-white flesh, like flowers blooming in spring.

In this world, the hopes and expectations for a person are endless. His Highness is already very good, but it is not bad, but everyone hopes that he will be better.

That's too tiring.

Qiao Yu thought for a long time, finally stood up, picked up a few pieces of paper, opened the glass lampshade, and fired it all to ashes.

On the fourth night, Jing Yan came back from outside. He took off his blue-gray cloak, dusted off his cold air, and walked into the room.

Qiao Yu was hooking lines on the table beside him. When he heard the movement, he raised his head and ran to Jing Yan in a few steps. Without saying a word, he stuffed the note with the words "There is a note for Your Highness. I have been thinking about it for a long time, but Your Highness should not be dismantled in front of me, and should not talk to me after it is dismantled."

As soon as he finished speaking, he drilled from the side and jumped to the other side of the bedroom, never going to see Jingyan again.

He burned all the good words, and only wanted to give him Aci the most unbearable hope. The word was neither expensive nor literary, and it was very straightforward. Qiao Yu had thought about it. If Jing Yan didn't understand, he would explain it clearly to the other party. If he still didn't like this, he would go to the study room for a night and give a good name.

But this cannot be said to Jing Yan now.

While unfolding the note, Jing Yan joked, "Do you regret that you were too playful when you were a child and read less books. Now you should regret it?"

He was just a joke. In fact, as long as the word "Qiao Yu" is called, Jing Yan would like it no matter what it is, and would praise his Xiaoyu the next moment he saw the name.

The lights are subtle, barely reflecting the two clear words on the note - "From the Heart"

Jing Yan was stunned, his hand holding the note was hanging in the air, and the shadow fell on the ground, and the rice paper was half-transmitted through the light. The shadow on the ground was like a clear lake water, like Qiao Yu's wet eyes.

Qiao Yu was thinking so in her heart, but she was still very nervous. She hoped that Jing Yan would like this word and understand his hidden thoughts. He couldn't hear the movements there, and he agreed not to look at it. He turned his head secretly and glanced at Jing Yan from the corner of his eyes.

When he saw Jing Yan staying in the distance, his wrists were shaking. His hand bones were very good, slender and distinctive. The bones on the wrist were slightly raised, and they didn't seem to have much strength, but Qiao Yu knew that it was a double-minded ability to easily lift his hand.

Jing Yan's eyebrows were low, and he seemed to not want to laugh, but he still couldn't help it. He covered his arms in front of him, gently brushed the two words, and whispered with a smile: "Love, love, from the heart."

Qiao Yu turned her head and looked at Jing Yan from afar, listening to his next words.

Jing Yan paused, raised his eyes and touched Qiao Yu's eyes, "Others hoped that I could become successful, take control of the world, and be powerful. They all thought so, only my Xiaoyu, I hope I could be free from anything and do whatever I want, right?"

That sentence should have been a question, but he just said it in a sure tone.

Because he knew that Qiao Yu thought so.

Qiao Yu didn't expect that Jing Yan could fully understand his feelings after just taking a look, without even thinking. Then he smiled suddenly, and two small diapers appeared on his cheeks, as if they were filled with sugar water, with a scent of light.

I didn't hide in the distance, and I had any worries. I threw myself into Jing Yan's arms regardless of the slightest, raised my nose, and told Jing Yan proudly what I thought at that time, "I saved up a lot of words at that time, all of them are good names with profound meanings, but I don't like them. My grandmother once told me that the words "Preface" when I was crowned represent the hope of a celebrity for the life of a person who was crowned, and it was also what I wanted for a lifetime. I don't want to use those, because Your Highness is already good enough and powerful enough. I have never seen anyone better than Aci, and I don't want you to pursue those things again."

Jing Yan raised his hand and carefully described Qiao Yu's temples and ears, and finally landed on the earlobe.

Qiao Yu was afraid of itch and couldn't help but hide. She glared at Jing Yan with courage and then said, "So, I hope that Your Highness can do whatever he wants and achieve everything he wants and nothing else. Life is his own business, how can he live with the heavy expectations of others?"

Jing Yan half-closed her eyes, all her eyes gathered in one place, landing on Qiao Yu's delicate neck, and had to restrain herself and said, "There is no other reason? Why do I feel that you haven't finished speaking yet."

When Qiao Yu heard this, she shrank her body and immediately retorted dryly, "How could it be! I've finished saying it, how could it be that you didn't finish saying it before you finished saying it, it's too unreasonable."

Jing Yan didn't believe his explanation, and continued to brush his fingertips across his earlobe, cheek, and a small piece of sensitive skin on his chin. Qiao Yu was so fucked by him that he could not help, and his face turned red, so he had to open his mouth, but his voice became lower and lower. Finally, he pursed his lips, "Okay, although... I'm a little selfish. Also, Consin is ci, and His Highness's nickname is A Ci. At that time, everyone in the world knows that His Highness's pronunciation is Cheng Xin, but only I know that it is my A Ci."

So intimate and unique.

Qiao Yu didn't understand why he always wanted to be different from others in Jingyan's heart.

Before Jing Yan could speak, Qiao Yu nervously extricated herself. All the guilty feelings disappeared, and she was very righteous. "What's wrong with me? I've all named so many names so seriously. I've burned all the highness and tried so much. Isn't it okay to have some selfishness?"

He is following behind Jing Yan now, and he is very good at pretending, only his trembling eyelashes reveal his true thoughts.

Jing Yan clenched his fists and smiled particularly clearly, without any concealment. "Well, I know, Xiaoyu has no selfishness towards me."

His hand slowly slid upwards, and finally fell to the corner of Qiao Yu's lips. His posture was an ambiguity that others could no longer see. "My wish, my will do whatever I want..."

It's all you.

The palace was busy with Jing Yan's crown ceremony. Before the time came, Shuixin suddenly came back from Nanjiang. He should have waited until the end of the year, but Emperor Yuande really couldn't live without him. Recently, there was more Jing Yan and Jingxu's affairs, which made him feel that other eunuchs were not satisfied with him. In addition, Xia Xueqing was very at ease in the news reported from Nanjiang, so he was anxious and called Shuixin back.

When I went to court that day, I was satisfied that I saw Jingyan with my own eyes.

He was even more afraid of the deposed prince than Emperor Yuande.
Chapter completed!