Suddenly, Zhubuhui's big lazy eyes looked towards Wuyazi——
"Yeah... Yeah..."
His small hands waved to his son, and Qiluo followed his brother's eyes curiously.
It turned out that Wu Yazi was holding a shining silver dagger in his hand. This dagger was left to Qi Luo by the deceased Emperor Zhuli. Now, Qi Luo placed it with Wu Ya.
Zhubuhui was staring at Wuya's dagger with great interest. He wanted this dagger, not the rattle.
Those are things only children play with!
"No regrets, do you like weapons? Don't you like sister's rattle?"
Qiluo asked with her big watery eyes open.
Zhubu regretted hearing this and blinked his eyes.
Wuyazi walked over, put the dagger into his chest, and said to Qiluo——
"He doesn't like weapons, he likes me."
After hearing this, Qiluo immediately put her hands away, hugged Zhu Buhui tightly, and said unconvinced, "You are so beautiful, my brother naturally likes me, how could he like you? Humph, Buhui, you said so.
no?"
"If you don't believe me, why don't you put the little prince in the cradle and see who he wants to hold him?" Cold and Wuya silently became sinister, but Qiluo didn't know anything about it.
"Okay! Just bet."
After hearing this, Qiluo did not doubt that he was there, and immediately put Zhubuhui back in the cradle.
Then he and Wu Yazi opened their hands toward him.
Liusu smiled and watched the interaction between the two children.
Time flies so fast. The former cold-faced Yama Zhuminglie died and rested under the peach blossom tree. The former general Wang Zhuyetong is now the eldest prince respected by everyone in his country. Even the little book boy Wu Yazi has grown up without knowing it.
He has grown up, from an eight-year-old child to an eleven-year-old boy. Between his eyebrows, he has a heroic spirit, and we can already see what kind of powerful person he will be in the future.
Things are different and people are not the same.
Only Qin Liusu kept a three-year agreement alone, waiting silently, watching the passage of time, flowers blooming and falling, and clouds rolling and relaxing in the ebb and flow of the tide, the sunrise and moonset.
"No regrets, no regrets, come to sister! Come quickly!"
Qiluo bent down and clapped her hands, trying to attract Zhubuhui's attention. Wuyazi just held his hands and watched from the side.
No matter how Qiluo coaxed him, Zhubuhui only looked at the dagger on his chest and paid no attention to the two people in front of him.
"No regrets! You're trying to give me credit for my sister. Why do you just listen to me?"
Qiluo was so angry that she stamped her feet and beat Wuyazi's chest hard, making a loud bang. Wuyazi grabbed her violent hand and said -
"Look, the young prince doesn't need you anymore, let's go."
Wuyazi took Qiluo's hand, bowed to Liusu, and then walked out.
"Oh, please let me go. I don't regret being attracted by the dagger and ignoring me now, but after a while, he will need me."
Qiluo struggled to free herself from Wu Yazi's hand, while frequently looking back at Zhu Buhui.
"I need you too."
Suddenly, Wuyazi said.
"Huh?" Qiluo suddenly stopped after hearing this, with a weird smile on her face, "You...what do you mean?"
"Come with me to the study to look at the march map." He said, his tone still childish and domineering.
Zhu Qiluo had always belonged to him alone, but now that he had become redundant, he felt very satisfied.
He didn't take Nan Wuchu to heart because Qiluo ignored him at all, but Zhu Bugui was different. Qiluo loved him so much that every three sentences must include the word "bu regret".
Although he knew that Zhu Buhui was Zhu Qiluo's biological brother, he...he was not calm anymore.
"You go by yourself. It's not like you don't know the way. I want to play with Buhui. Otherwise, you can ask Sister Yu from Uncle Wu's family to go with you. I don't have time, I really don't have time."
After hearing Wuyazi's words, Qiluo stopped repeatedly and turned around to run away.
But Wuya tightened his grip on her and asked, "Didn't you not allow me to talk to other girls before? Why do you ask other people to accompany me again and again now?"
Before Zhu Buhui, Zhu Qiluo would cling to him day and night, controlling him, not allowing him to do this or that.
But now, she just ignored him and planned to hand him over to someone else and let someone else accompany him to see the marching map.
"Now that I have grown up and you have grown up too, we should have our own new friends. Don't you think so?"
Qiluo pouted slightly and said. She only thinks about Zhubu regret in her heart. She has no idea that the neglect and lack of attention in her words have already made this book boy who has been inseparable from him since she was five years old.
For being unhappy.
Especially her pout, Wu Yazi, who had just entered the restless period of youth, sensitively misunderstood her as expressing disgust.
"Well, what you're saying is that it's time for each of us to have our own new friends."
Wu Ya let go of Qi Luo's hand and said calmly, without the slightest hint of anything wrong.
"Then...I'm going back to Buhui's place. You go look at the march map first. I'll find you later."
Seeing that her hand was released, Qiluo ran back quickly.
Wuyazi looked at Qiluo's figure running away.
"Brother Wuya, brother Wuya..." At this moment, several young princesses ran over and stood on the lawn under the corridor, waving and shouting to Wuyazi.
"What's the matter?" Wuyazi turned around and asked expressionlessly.
Without Qiluo, he would always look cold to the end.
As a scholar, he unconsciously developed a frightening sense of indifference and alienation.
People never dare to get too close to him.
"Our kite accidentally flew into a tree and got stuck. Those useless minions tried hard for a long time but couldn't get it down. Your martial arts are so strong, can you fly up and help us get the kite down?"
One of the princesses pointed to a tree in the distance and said shyly.
Wu Yazi took a look and saw a blue kite hanging on the treetop, and several servants looking up with frowns on their faces.
"Brother Wuya, please help us get it."
The little princesses begged Wu Yazi eagerly.
Everyone in the palace knows that the mysterious book boy Wu Yazi belongs to Princess Changle. He is very indifferent to outsiders and only smiles in front of Princess Changle.
Therefore, they were not sure at all whether Wuyazi would help them.
Wuya glanced coldly at the kite on the treetop. Suddenly, he spun up. Before anyone could react, he flew up the tree, and then took down the kite without any effort——
The blue kite was held in his hand unharmed.
"Wow..." When all the little princesses saw Wu Yazi's incredible skills, they all looked envious in their eyes and clapped their hands quickly. "It's so awesome, so awesome!"
"Take it."
Wuyazi handed the kite over.
"Thanks!"
The faceless little princess who came to pick up the kite said with a blushing face.
"No need."
Wuya said.
"Brother Wuya, do you want to fly a kite with us?"
The little princesses invited.
But Wuya turned around and walked away without saying a word, leaving behind a lot of disappointed people.
*
In a blink of an eye, two years have passed.
In the past two years, the Riyao Dynasty under the leadership of Liusu has flourished, and Jiangshan Sheji has developed steadily.
For two full years, Zhuye Hitomi never returned to Yaojing, nor did she say a word to Liusu.
The people of Yaojing missed the high-spirited demeanor of their general Wang Shisan, but this cruel man no longer appeared.
The rich ladies of Fengmingxuan are not going there either. They originally went there just to chase Ye Tong, but now that the sun in Yaojing has disappeared, going there will only add to the sadness.
The pear blossom snow still happens every year. Someone in the palace said that they had seen the figure of Thirteenth Master under the pear blossom tree, but when he looked carefully again, he had disappeared again.
Therefore, it is unknown whether Hitomi Zhuye has come back to fulfill his promise in the past two years.
Liusu thought that he was probably ready to forget her. That's fine, forgetting is the only way to have the possibility of happiness, right? As long as Zhuye Hitomi is happy, she doesn't care if she becomes the forgotten person.
Moreover, the scenery in her eyes was cherry blossoms, not pear blossoms, and she knew this very clearly.
…
…
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.
The cherry blossoms in front of the Wenhua Palace bloomed and faded, and then bloomed again.
Before she knew it, Liusu had planted cherry blossoms in front of Wenhua Palace with her own hands. She stood under the cherry blossom trees every day, waiting for her beloved to return.
"One, two...three...four...one thousand and ninety-four..." Liusu counted the cherry blossom trees one by one, and her heart trembled suddenly, "Plant one more, and it will be one thousand and ninety-four..."
Ninety-five plants, when one thousand and ninety-five plants are planted, Yao will come back... Yao is really coming back."
Her tears fell silently.
These cherry blossom trees know all Liusu's joys, sorrows, joys and unforgettable thoughts.
"You finally have to wait, he will be back tomorrow."