When they mentioned this, both Qinghe and Qingsheng became sad, sighing and looking quietly outside the hall.
At this moment, a figure walking quickly towards Qinghe Hall attracted the attention of the two people.
As soon as Qingsheng saw that person, she couldn't help but sigh, "Sister Huang, I sympathize with you!"
Then he patted her shoulder, got up and walked out, then turned back when he reached the entrance of the palace, and took away the plate of barley with a mean smile.
When passing by someone, he snorted with his nostrils raised to the sky.
When Qinghe saw it, he shook his head slightly in amusement, stood up and went out to greet him, looking at him with a smile that was neither enthusiastic nor alienated, "Today is the day when Lian Yu ascends the throne. Why aren't you waiting in front of the palace?"
Coming?"
And this person was none other than Zhang Quling, whom the two of them talked about.
Zhang Quling smiled at her, as harmless as a human or animal, stepped forward and gently held her hand, and walked into the palace, "The emperor and the crown prince of Xiliang were reminiscing in Yuxiu Palace, so I took the time to come over.
Look at you."
"Oh." Qinghe glanced at his hand holding hers, then quickly looked away, looking at him with a slight smile and said, "You should tell Qingsheng just now about the news that Brother Ting is here, to scare her!
"
Zhang Quling laughed and turned to look at her, with undisguised love in his eyes, "Bad girl!"
Bad girl...
Qinghe's expression changed slightly. In her memory, someone also said this to her.
After blinking, Qinghe took a breath, calmly withdrew his hand, walked to the piano table, sat down, looked up at him, "I really want to play you the song you wrote for me right now."
Zhang Quling shook the hand that had just held hers, his eyes flickered, and he said, "Can't wait to marry me?"
"..." Qinghe just smiled and said nothing.
Zhang Quling's eyes darkened, he sat down next to her, tilted his head and looked at her, "Actually, it's me, I can't wait to marry you!"
Qinghe's face froze slightly and he smiled, "What? Are you afraid that I will run away?"
Zhang Quling said nothing, only stared at her quietly with a pair of black eyes.
Qinghe's eyes flashed, it was obvious that they were of the same age, but whenever he looked at her with such quiet and deep eyes, she always felt that even her soul was invisible under his gaze.
It was as if no matter what she was thinking, she could see it through his eyes.
After swallowing, Qinghe opened his eyes slightly, lowered his head and stared at Guqin, "Don't worry, my roots are here, where else can I go?"
Zhang Quling lowered his eyebrows and looked a little lonely, "He'er, no matter where you run, I will look for you. So, I'm not afraid of you running away, but I'm a little afraid that I won't be able to catch up with you."
"..." Qinghe felt slightly sad and raised her eyes to look at him.
Seeing him raising his head slightly at this moment, looking at her deeply, those eyes could easily see into her heart.
He reached over and held her hand slightly.
Qinghe didn't break away or hold him back, but there was a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
She frowned and gently leaned her head on his shoulder, just touching it lightly, as if it didn't really fall down, as if this shoulder was not hers, and she couldn't rest assuredly leaning on it.
"Qu Ling, you don't have to chase me, because I won't run.
Our marriage was decided ten years ago, and over the years, I have only had you by my side."
Zhang Quling lowered his head to look at her, but could only see her long eyelashes. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he put his hand lightly on her shoulders. "Speaking of ten years ago, didn't you hate me at that time? Why did you agree?
Your and my marriage.”
Qinghe closed his eyes and did not answer his question directly, "I also remember that you were afraid of me at that time, but why did you ask Lord Shangshu to ask my father for a marriage?
Moreover, you were only seven years old at the time, haha..."
As she said this, she laughed softly, "Now every time I see Tingdi and Qingsheng getting along, I can't help but think of you.
Even though I don’t understand anything, I still keep claiming that you are my fiancée.”
"Who says I don't understand?" Zhang Quling narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
Qinghe shook his head, smiled and said nothing.
Zhang Quling raised his eyebrows, "Do you still remember that day when I was ordered by your mother to supervise your study? After class, I asked you to recite what Master taught today?"
Qinghe was stunned for a moment and looked at him blankly, "Which time?"
Zhang Quling sighed, "I know you don't remember."
Qinghe rolled his eyes, "I remembered."
"...Really?" Zhang Quling raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
Qinghe pursed his lips and agreed for a long time before nodding.
Zhang Quling lightly pressed her forehead, "Stop pretending, I know you forgot."
Qinghe smiled awkwardly, "Then tell me."
Zhang Quling shook her hand again and then said slowly, "You were really not a good student at that time. In class, you either tried to sneak away or you were lost in thought and didn't even listen to the teacher's lessons...
..”
He smiled, "At least that's what I think. But that day, you recited exactly what the Master taught in class.
Only then did I realize that you are not just a mischievous, arrogant and domineering princess, you still have merits."
"Naughty? Arrogant? Arrogant and domineering?" Qinghe clenched his fists and looked at him angrily.
Zhang Quling laughed and held her little fist, "Look at you now, your true nature has been exposed!"
"Huh!" Qinghe pretended to be angry and turned around, "This princess is angry!"
Zhang Quling squinted his eyes, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her waist, lifted her up, then turned around and pressed her slightly on the bench behind the piano table.
Hot breath came towards him, Qing He's heart tightened slightly, his hands pressed against his chest, his eyelashes flashed rapidly, "Qu Ling, what are you doing? Get up!"
Instead of getting up, Zhang Quling lowered his face slightly toward her. The fragrance on her body was beautiful, with a faint fragrance of magnolia.
After taking a slight breath, Zhang Quling covered her face with one hand.
Her face was as soft and delicate as he imagined.
Qinghe clearly saw the undercurrent flashing in his eyes and panicked.
She stopped talking and looked into his eyes. After calming down her mind, she said, "Qu Ling, it won't be good for others to see you later."
"What's wrong? You are my fiancée, and you will marry me soon. No one will say anything like this to us." Zhang Quling lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.
Qing He's heart sank, his face changed slightly, and his voice became colder, "Zhang Quling, if you keep doing this, I'm going to be angry!"
"..." Zhang Quling paused in the kiss, his black eyes were covered with a layer of black mist, and he stared at her solemnly, but a look of hurt appeared on his face, "He'er, don't you hate it?
I?"
Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then frowned and turned slightly to look at him.
The moment she turned around, Zhang Quling squinted his eyes slightly, hiding the darkness in his eyes, pursed his lips, and looked at her pitifully.
Qinghe is undoubtedly a kind-hearted girl, and he is right. The two have been engaged for ten years. He wants to get close to her, but as long as it is not too much, she seems to have no reason to refuse.
But for some reason, whenever he made an intimate move, there was always a voice in her heart that was clamoring to push him away.
She had to admit that she really didn't like him being so close.
Clenching his fingertips into his palms, Qinghe looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, I, I don't..."
After closing her eyes, Qinghe pushed him away slightly, but he didn't force her.
Sitting up, Qing He lowered her head, her black hair was slightly messy, but it could not hide her beauty and cuteness.
After a while, she slowly raised her head, her eye circles were inexplicably red, and whispered, "We will get married soon, can you wait a little longer?"
Zhang Quling's dark eyes were deep and he stared at her red eyes. His heart was filled with annoyance because of her repeated rejections, but it was replaced by a hint of heartache that was sharp but could not be ignored.
He softened his cheeks, covered her eyes with his fingertips, stared into her eyes for a while, and then smiled lightly and said, "Fool, I've been waiting for you, don't cry!"
Qinghe shook her head. On the one hand, she felt guilty for him, and on the other hand, she felt a sudden surge of pain in her heart. She was speechless and tears fell down.
Zhang Quling frowned and hugged her tightly into his arms.
The moment he held her in his arms, he realized that she was so petite and light, and he couldn't help but tighten his arms.
Qinghe didn't push him away anymore, she gently grabbed his clothes, sadness followed him like a shadow, almost burying her.
And some sadness, when you still can't find a way to suppress it, will turn into another extreme emotion...