Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 244 Guilt
When Jing Chun returned to Prince Li's Mansion, it was already dark. The moment she stepped onto the threshold of Prince Li's Mansion, her steps became much heavier.

She stepped hard on the bluestone beneath her feet.

The surrounding candlelight was soft and bright. Jing Chun subconsciously looked at his own shadow. The blurry outline projected by the candlelight was like a tombstone.

Jing Chun found Zhu Hong first, and after avoiding a crowd of people, he handed the envelope in his bag to Zhu Hong.

This letter was written by Aunt Lan to Jing Chun. She had already checked it today. The letter paper did not look like ordinary letter paper. It had a slight light blue color. It looked more like official Xie paper produced in Yizhou.

"What orders do you have, Madam?"

"I remember there are several shops owned by Yizhou people on South Street. You go there tomorrow and then go to a few shops selling pens and paper. Can you help me ask if this letter paper is official paper made in Yizhou?"

"Okay," Zhu Hong accepted the letter, "I will leave tomorrow."

"Wait a minute," Jing Chun felt a little worried and handed over a few taels of silver to Zhu Hong. "If anyone asks you, just say you will buy peach cakes on South Street for me."

Zhu Hong patted his chest and said, "I know that this letter cannot be told to anyone else."

Jing Chun smiled knowingly. Perhaps Zhu Hong was one of the few things that Jing Chun didn't have to worry about today.

After Zhu Hong left, Jing Chun thought for a while and walked towards the flower garden in the backyard.

Sure enough, Jiang Hejin was still there. He was sitting sideways on the long wooden chair of the pavilion, with one hand on the railing and propping up his chin. His handsome face and serious thinking expression would indeed make people look at him more.

Jiang Hejin had a lot of quiet moments like this, but he couldn't help but covet them.

Perhaps hearing the sound, Jiang Hejin turned around, only to see Jing Chun walking towards him. He always felt that Jing Chun's steps today were very heavy.

"I am back."

Jiang Hejin frowned slightly, "It's very late now."

In order to wait for Jing Chun to come back for dinner, he had not eaten anything since afternoon, but this was never what Jing Chun cared about.

Jing Chun was very calm, "I know, I forgot the time, so I apologize to you now."

"You brought a stranger to the palace today."

"I'm not a stranger," Jing Chun corrected, "I worked with Mr. Zhang in Jingzhao Mansion, and you have seen him too."

Jiang Hejin looked at Jing Chun, "I have seen him before, but I don't understand why Mr. Xi brought him to the palace?"

"Today, His Highness Prince Yu came to Jingzhao Mansion to look for me. Of course, His Highness will also know about this matter in the near future."

"so what?"

Jiang Hejin was not too concerned about Jiang Zhe's search for Jing Chun. He was obsessed with asking for the answer.

"My original intention was to tell Zhang Gong the truth and let His Highness meet my friend."

friend?

It wasn't contempt, or there was doubt in Jiang Hejin's mind. He was wondering whether Jing Chun knew the definition of a friend.

Jiang Hejin didn't show any contempt in his expression, but just looked at Jing Chun lightly. Jing Chun's hair was neatly tied up in a neat bun, and the hairpin she used was not flashy.

The night wind became cooler, which brought together Jiang Hejin's loose thoughts and questions. He wanted to ask Jing Chun, was she not afraid of losing her identity as a painter by doing this? But then he thought about it, Jing Chun felt a little out of his control by doing this, as if he, Jiang Hejin, could no longer threaten her.

The chaotic thoughts gradually dispersed, and he felt the burden of fatigue and couldn't bring up any interest.

The breeze blew by, the moonlight cast a bluish-white glow, and the candlelight in the lantern flickered, as if an extremely dull breath was struggling to break free from its cage at a certain moment.

At that moment, a chill came over him, and Jing Chun wanted to ask Jiang Hejin whether what Jiang Zhe said was true, and whether Jiang Hejin really used Jing Chun to get rid of Liu Kemian.

She wanted to get a clear answer from Jiang Hejin. Jing Chun hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and sat next to Jiang Hejin, thinking about how to speak without arousing Jiang Hejin's suspicion.

Jing Chun still didn't ask. She probably knew the result. She had speculated on this truth thousands of times on the way back.

The wind is mixed with the fragrance of Jingchun's hair. The smell is like the warm sunshine in the spring afternoon, containing a light but vigorous atmosphere.

Embrace……

Jiang Hejin had a desire to hug. He said thoughtfully, "Come back for dinner next time, otherwise, it would be a pity..."

"What a pity?" Jing Chun was a little surprised. She thought that people like Jiang Hejin would also think about wasting food?
Jiang Hejin said calmly: "We don't have enough time to eat together...don't come back so late."

The regret Jiang Hejin mentioned was the time he could spend with Jing Chun.

Jing Chun was stunned and looked at Jiang Hejin with a look of disbelief. Faced with Jiang Hejin's inexplicable concern and confession, she even felt that her emotions were a little too heartless and incomprehensible.

Jiang Hejin asked: "Is it cold?"

"Ah..." Jing Chun came back to his senses, "A little bit."

Jiang and Jin were silent for a long time, staring into Jing Chun's eyes, slowly opening their arms and hugging Jing Chun.

Jing Chun was a little frightened, "How..."

"Maybe it's me, Jing Chun, who's cold." Jiang Hejin buried his head on Jing Chun's shoulder, absorbing some warmth similar to the sun.

Jing Chun lowered her hands, both rationality and sensibility told her not to push Jiang Hejin away, "Jiang Hejin, when you use me, do you feel guilty about me?"

Jiang and Jin didn't speak. They just hugged Jing Chun even tighter. It took a long time before they said two words, "More than..."

"Then why...?"

Why use Jing Chun?
"It's just this move..." Jiang Hejin said quietly, "I am also among them."

so what?

Just because you Jiang Hejin entered the situation, do you have to drag Jing Chun into the water? What if Jing Chun is really dead?
The leaves swayed with the wind. In this season, the yellow leaves would be scattered all over the ground. But in this dim light, Jing Chun could not see clearly the color of the fallen leaves. He could only rely on his familiarity with the backyard garden to recall the scene of the falling leaves. , and Jiang Hejin’s current expression of seeking stability.

Jing Chuncai realized the passage of time, just like fallen leaves indicating the change of seasons, and the possible guilt in Jiang Hejin's heart. She asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will retaliate against you? Or will you underestimate my resentment towards you?" "

Jiang Hejin shook his head, admiration for the person in his arms surged in his heart, and the slight friction made Jing Chun's neck itch.

"No, I always feel that if I treat you well in the future, I may be able to eliminate some resentment. Of course, it may not be eliminated, but I still want to treat you well."

"Will you be happy in the future?"

"Ha..." Jiang Hejin chuckled. He was feeling the hard-won warmth in his life at this moment, but Jing Chun was like a combination of a child and an old man, asking him some childish yet profound questions.

Even so, even though Jing Chun was so clear and clear in his temptation, even though Jing Chun was filled with resentment, Jiang Hejin still didn't want to let go of his embrace of Jing Chun. He smelled the scent of Jing Chun carefully, and the heat that surged in his heart was warm and meaningful. peaceful.

Jiang Hejin didn't have many quiet moments like this, so he couldn't help but crave them.

In this way, will you be happy in the future?

Jiang Hejin thought about what Jing Chun had just asked and said calmly: "No..."

To be precise, everything he did was for the happiness of others and had nothing to do with himself.

Jiang Hejin stared at the dark and deep colors accumulated in the trees, and showed a pitiful smile on his lips, "Maybe I will never be as happy as I am now."

It turns out that Jiang Hejin also knows that he is unbearable...