The Lord of Fujia County brought Qiao Yu back to the inner city's house. Although she was originally Feng Cheng's wife and the mistress of the Feng family, she had been worshipping Buddha for many years and had never participated in these things. What's more, she was originally a royal family member and Qiao Yu's grandmother. Jing Yan not only did not blame her, but also arranged another house for her in the inner city. She cut off relations with the Feng family and her name was incorporated into the royal family's ancestral genealogy.

Although I haven't come back for a long time, someone has been cleaning it, very clean and can move in immediately. The Fujia County Lord asked a table of dishes in the kitchen, and asked the doctor to come to see Qiao Yu's health. But Qiao Yu was too tired and couldn't cheer up. The Fujia County Lord had to give up and let him go back to the house early and told him to rest more.

Qiao Yu took a shower for himself and New Year's Eve, wearing a plain and smooth silk dress, looking at himself in the mirror. His skin was very white in the past, but now it is almost the same as New Year's Eve. A little black cat, a little black man, is very different from before.

After all, it has been half a year after all.

Qiao Yu thought endlessly for a long time. That night was particularly long. He leaned against the window and could see the light emitted from the imperial palace in the middle of the inner city. It could not be covered by high walls and green tiles.

He looked at the light and measured in his heart the distance between this place and the palace was not far away.

One step, two steps, not many steps.

Qiao Yu touched the New Year's Eve when he was asleep. His belly was very warm. When he was walking outside in winter, they often hugged each other like this. He thought to himself that he had walked tens of millions of steps, and the remaining roads were only so close that he could not go, so he just waited for his Aci to come.

He was assured as ever that his Highness and his sweetheart would come.

Perhaps because he hadn't slept with such soft bedding for too long, Qiao Yu was not very adaptable, and tossed and turned, almost sleepless. He woke up very early, and most of the sky was still white, and only the small piece near the ground was dyed with red clouds. Qiao Yu half-opened her eyes and vaguely saw a fireball falling on the branches outside the window. It was the distant sun, which seemed to be close to her, but could not be touched.

He lay down for a while, and there was no sound at all around him.

After a long time, the Fujia County Lord pushed the door open. She wore a precious and complicated gem face, and shone brightly under the sun because she had just handed the note in the palace. The Fujia County Lord did not see Jing Yan, but was received by Sheng Hai. Sheng Hai is now the eunuch in charge of Jing Yan, and is very proud. Even if the court does not hold him, he will never offend him easily. He is very polite to the Fujia County Lord. After hearing about the purpose of Fujia County Lord, he promised several words, saying that he would submit it immediately after Jing Yan's morning court, or ask the Fujia County Lord to stay for a while and talk to Jing Yan about this matter in person.

The Fujia County Lord was unwilling to stay. She wanted to go back to see Qiao Yu earlier. She walked to Qiao Yu and asked, "You have walked so many roads and are so tired that you should have had a little longer sleep. Should you use some breakfast first?"

They only had two grandparents and grandchildren, but they served a table full of pastries and desserts. Qiao Yu's belly rolled away. Looking at the dark and dirty self reflected in the milk porridge, he always felt a little sad. He asked, "Grandma, am I too dark now, not as good as before, before?"

He knew that the Fujia County Lord had handed the note on it, and was always worried that Jing Yan would break into the door next moment. If he looked around, he didn't recognize himself...

The Fujia County Lord smiled and saw Qiao Yu's little thoughts at a glance. He scooped a bowl of sweet soup for him and said kindly: "How can we, Xiaoyu, are so elegant and handsome, no one can say a word of slander. Besides, those who like to cherish you will not care about your appearance, but only care about whether you live well."

Qiao Yu was stunned and smiled with a pursed lips.

He knows, of course he should know.

After using breakfast, the Fujia County Lord went outside for something. Qiao Yu's identity did not cross Minglu, and he could not appear now, so he stayed in his house. Perhaps because he had enough food and drink, and the words of Fujia County Lord, he didn't sleep well yesterday. Qiao Yu only felt sleepy and could no longer hold on, and fell asleep by the window where he could see the imperial city.

The tip of his ears moved on New Year's Eve, as if he could sense Qiao Yu's calm breathing. It jumped gently onto the soft couch, lay at Qiao Yu's unwrapped feet, and curled up and fell asleep.

A few rays of spring breeze blew into the half-closed window, and Qiao Yu and the shadow of the tall trees outside reunited, shaking, and became a blur.

In the palace.

Jing Yan was still the regent. In order not to be dissatisfied, he did not bring the eunuch to court. After he came out of the main hall, Sheng Hai hurriedly came forward and handed over the remarks of the Fujia County Lord, while saying, "This morning, the Fujia County Lord came to the palace and said that he had packed up a few old items from Mr. Qiao at home. If your highness is interested, you can go and take a look."

Qiao Yu has lived for almost twenty years, and most of her life has been with Jing Yan. Before she was eight years old, Qiao Yu grew up in Longnan. After his family passed away, the old house in his family was taken over by the clan. After so many years, there were no traces of Qiao Yu's life when she was young, and even Jing Yan sent people to find it.

Jing Yan stopped and thought for a moment, "He came to the capital when he was three years old and met the Fujia County Lord once, and it must have been left behind at that time."

He had Qiao Yu in his heart. Even the grass and trees used by the little fool were precious. He didn't read the memorials, and even the Lord of Fujia County did not inform him. He left the palace and went to the mansion.

The Lord of Fujia did not expect to see him at this time. She heard that His Highness, the Regent, worked diligently day and night, and could not even sleep for a few hours, but she came over just after the morning court.

Because of that memorial, only the old things that were Qiao Yu were mentioned.

She sighed secretly in her heart, feeling that there was nothing to stop her. She had never seen her many times in her life with such sincere feelings.

The Lord of Fujia County bowed to Jing Yanfu, and still remained calm and said softly: "I cleaned up the things I moved out of Feng's family a while ago. There were old things from Xiaoyu when she was young. Your Highness will go by yourself, and those things will be placed in the room at the end of the backyard."

Jing Yan frowned, without saying a word, vaguely feeling something was wrong, but when he thought deeper, he didn't dare.

He grew up so old that he would do everything he had thought about, which was the only thing he dare not think about.

The road was very long and the end was too far. Finally, under the cover of the lush trees, Jing Yan quickly found the room. Before he could open the door, he saw a lame black cat jumping off the windowsill, tilted his head and glanced at him, and jumped down.

Jing Yan closed his eyes, held his breath, and whispered: "You stay here and go in alone."

What will be behind this door?

Qiao Yu had many dreams, those wild dreams were intertwined with reality, and they passed by his eyes like a lantern. He looked at him blankly, feeling a little sad.

He couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion, but there were all Jingyan inside and outside.

That was the last dream.

Qiao Yu always felt unable to breathe and struggled to wake up. She seemed to be about to fall down in the air, but suddenly she was caught strongly.

He opened his eyes and wanted to rub his eyes, but found that he had hugged someone and raised his head, but because he was too close, he only saw half of his side face.

Very familiar, Qiao Yu knew it was Jing Yan.

In fact, he has not cried much recently, nor has he been sad or sad. However, when he saw Jing Yan, the grievances and sadness in his heart seemed to be awakened in an instant. His tears fell down, not only soaking his cheeks, but even Jing Yan's cheeks were wet.

Jing Yan's arm froze. From morning to near dusk, he had been holding Qiao Yu for most of the day and didn't move. At this time, he finally saw a lively, open-eyed Qiao Yu, who could shed tears, so he changed his position, leaned down, kissed Qiao Yu's eyes, which were full of tears, "My little jade is back."

Qiao Yu is back, traveling thousands of mountains and rivers, just for Jing Yan, and returned here.

And Jing Yan's light, his life, and his soul also returned to his body at this moment.

Qiao Yu cried even harder, and even the more swearing sound was drowned. He was very thin now, curled up in Jing Yan's arms and cried with tears, which was extremely pitiful. Jing Yan didn't know how to coax him, but he seemed to suddenly not be able to speak.

He had been waiting for Qiao Yu to wake up here, and had never asked who how Qiao Yu came back. Because Jing Yan knew that no matter what, it was a difficult journey. Qiao Yu suffered a lot before returning here and by his side.

Jing Yan didn't care about pain, he only cared about Qiao Yu. Those fine, tolerant, and deep into the bones were just temporarily suppressed by the reunion.

It was still dormant there, reminding Jing Yan that this was lost and regained, and they were once thousands of miles apart.

Jing Yan could only kiss Qiao Yu's forehead, eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, lips and dimples little by little, so that he could feel exactly how Qiao Yu was beside him and in his arms.

But those are all salty, the smell of tears.

Jing Yan's voice was still hoarse, and he leaned into Qiao Yu's ear and said, "My sweet jade has become salty."

Qiao Yu burped and heard this, looking up at Jing Yan through her tears.

Jing Yan smiled in his eyes and looked at himself as usual.

It was only after looking at the whole face like this that he realized that he was much thinner.

Qiao Yu was stunned. He had never seen Jing Yan so thin, even his voice was so hoarse, and he felt very sad.

He looked at Jing Yan for a long time, and even forgot his tears. He saw that Jing Yan's hair was a little messed up because of his troubles just now. He wanted to sort out for him, but then he raised his hand to touch his temples. He saw a thin layer of black hair pressing against his head, which were all deliberately hidden.

He is less than twenty-five years old and is already young and white.

Qiao Yu's breathing was suffocated and he couldn't breathe. His hand suddenly lost its strength and fell down as if it was broken.

Although he was wronged and sad, the journey was difficult, he was very firm in his heart and knew that Jing Yan was waiting for him here.

The one who is left in its original place is the most painful, because you don’t know anything, you don’t know life or death, everything is empty, there is only endless waiting.

Qiao Yu tried hard to support his body, and his back was thin and long, with an extremely charming shape.

He pressed against Jing Yan's temples and kissed the hidden white hair bit by bit. His lips were wet and soft, and silent tears wet the top of Jing Yan's head.

Qiao Yu had no strength, and her upper body shook, but she still tried hard to hold on and said firmly: "Don't be sad, I'm here, Xiaoyu is here, Aci is not sad."
Chapter completed!