marry a noble wife

Chapter 514: Qingyan Chapter, This Feeling Is Lost (2)
He is not good at comforting people, he hopes she can be strong and take care of herself.

He walked forward heavily and slowly, the sky was blue, the wind was blowing gently beside him, everything was clear, but it couldn't overcome the infinite confusion in his heart.After a while, there was no movement behind him. In the past, no matter how he left her behind, she would always chase after her, but now...

He suddenly remembered that last winter, in order to avoid her, he went deep into the mountains and walked through the snow, but she was still chasing after her. As a result, she met two wolves that came out to look for food, and almost tore her apart. If he hadn't heard the wolf howling and felt something was wrong and returned, she would have fed the wild wolf.

This time it won't be the same... He suddenly turned around and strode to the peach blossom tree where they stayed before. He didn't see Su Ying. He looked around, but saw many passers-by gathered around, pointing at something on the ground. give pointers.He suddenly had a bad premonition, and immediately walked out of the crowd, and he saw a girl in a fiery red body comatose by the roadside.

He couldn't help sighing, it seemed that it was impossible to get rid of her and go to Dayan right now, and he could only wait until she was fine.

Su Ying was ill, had a high fever, and often talked nonsense, and the names she called indiscriminately were all Jiulang, and Jiulang didn't dare to leave her alone when she was sick.

He took care of her day and night with his clothes undressed, stretched out his hands when he needed clothes, and opened his mouth when he came to eat, accompanied by gentle words. This was happiness that Su Ying had never imagined.

So her illness has not improved all the time, she always said softly that she is dying, if she wants to eat this or see that, Jiulang agrees one by one.As long as she is good, she will be whatever she says, and he will not refuse.

Such procrastination, but it was spring and autumn. By the time Su Ying's illness was completely cured, it was already the end of September when the ground was full of fallen leaves.

Su Ying no longer had any excuses to delay his determination to see Queen Dayan, and at the beginning of October, she finally came to Dayantai City with him - a newly established capital.

Taicheng is full of prosperity, there are no beggars along the street, but all the children will go to and from school happily with their schoolbags on their backs. It seems that the new emperor attaches great importance to the education of the common people.

"Jiulang, since she is a queen, it will be very difficult for us to meet her. How about I post in my father's name to see if I can be received by Emperor Yan?" Standing in the center of the city, Su Ying frowned. He frowned and discussed.

Jiulang stared at the bustling capital, his Wen Lang eyes gradually became gloomy, would he be familiar with this Queen Dayan?Are they relatives, or lovers with a past?He was apprehensive.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Su Ying had no choice but to make up her own mind, first she found an inn to stay, then wrote a post and sent it to the palace gate herself.

"Hurry up, hurry up, today is Mr. Song's arithmetic class, and I only saw such an opportunity in January, so you can't miss it, otherwise you will learn less, and you will regret it for life."

"You don't need to rush, we all know. Mr. Song's class, I don't know how many people want to listen to it now. I'm afraid there will be no place to stand if we go late. Aren't we up early in the morning and rushing there?"

After Su Ying left, Jiulang was about to go out for a casual stroll, when he saw several thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys walking forward, he couldn't help pulling one of the boy's sleeves curiously and asking: "Mr. Song's class is so important. Is it? If you hear it late, you will feel lifelong regrets?"

The young man was a little impatient at being held by him, and he rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, is this your first time in Taicheng? Mr. Song is the most knowledgeable and youngest gentleman in our Taicheng. He teaches arithmetic and all the gentlemen The teaching is different, and the calculation is quick and simple. When you are proficient, you don’t even need to use the abacus. Therefore, students in Taicheng and even the surrounding areas, as long as they hear that it is Mr. Song’s class, they will travel all the way or catch up on time. Well, it's a pity that Mr. Song can only teach one class a month, so everyone cherishes it... such a famous thing, this big brother doesn't know about it, it's really rare."

The boy glared at him like an idiot, turned around and went after his partner.Jiulang smiled, since there is nothing left and right, why not follow them to see the legendary Mr. Song.

He followed the students into a college, and when he entered the big classroom, the lectures inside had already begun.Standing in front of the stage was a young man with a clear face in a lotus green beard and a green gauze hat.The young man had clear eyebrows and a smile on the corner of his mouth. Using a chalk marker, he was writing strange numbers he didn't know on a black board while explaining in his mouth.

At this moment, he felt that the whole world was silent, he couldn't hear any sounds around him, and in his eyes, there was only that clear and beautiful young face.

He stared at the young man for a moment, this face, he couldn't help but feel so familiar, it was clearly the face he wanted to see clearly in his dreams countless times but didn't see clearly, his whole heart almost mentioned it throat, if it wasn't suppressed by reason, he almost couldn't help questioning the boy in public—does he know him?
When the young man on the stage saw him, he was also taken aback, and at the same time, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he smiled and nodded at him, and began to give lectures wholeheartedly.

Jiulang didn't know how the time of this class passed, he just watched the boy quietly, until the class was over, he still watched him quietly, feeling that he would never get tired of watching him thousands of times .

The boy walked up to him with a book in his arms, smiled, raised his face, and called softly, "Brother."

Jiulang rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and said in surprise, "Mr. Song?"

The young man shook his head, "It's not Mr. Song, it's Song Jiuya. Don't you know me? I always suspected that my brother is not dead. It turns out that God is really kind. My brother is still alive. Jiuya is very happy..."

Jiulang was shocked, this was the first time in more than a year that someone said he knew him.With trembling hands, he took out the piece of black jade and spread it in his palm, "Is this yours?"

Seeing the piece of black jade, Jiuya's eyes were clouded with mist, and she took the black jade in her hand, "So big brother still kept it, thank you big brother for not throwing it away..."

Jiulang grabbed her hand and said eagerly: "Then who am I? Why...why do I feel so familiar when I see you? Tell me, why?"

(End of this chapter)