Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 874 Sorry, I'm late.

Chapter 874 Sorry, I'm late.

Jun Qingchen didn't expect the consequences to be more serious than imagined.

Shen Qingyi ignored herself and closed the windows tightly every day, it was not easy to climb through the windows.

But who is he, as long as he can marry her in, what is shamelessness, no need.

Squatting on the big tree in her yard every night, when she fell asleep, then sneaked in.

Sitting in front of the bed, looking at those red eyes from crying, swollen like small walnuts, how can I not feel distressed.

In the middle of the night, I have to run to find ice cubes to help reduce the swelling quietly.

Every day I was busy until the early hours of the morning, and then I would stick to the edge of the bed and be with her, and it seemed like a night.

During that time, he always slept during the day and haunted at night, turning himself into a night owl, and the dark circles under his eyes were much worse than hers.

It was like this until the day when the imperial decree came down.

When he climbed the window, he was still a little nervous, and he didn't know if she slept well tonight, but he still couldn't sleep anyway.

As a result, when he turned his head, he saw a pair of sparkling eyes.

She is not asleep!

But what happened to that face?His nose was blue and his face was swollen, which was scary.

Jun Qingchen has never been so nervous and scared at any moment, he ran over in two or three steps, held her face and looked up and down, full of pity.

"Qingqing, why is your face swollen?"

Shen Qingyi pouted her lips, and stared at him unblinkingly with her round glazed eyes.

"Aren't you here to be a flower picker every night while I'm asleep?"

Jun Qingchen was about to die of grievance, he really climbed the window every night, and he did it to see the flowers, but he never dared to pick them.

"No, I didn't. At most, I kissed the forehead secretly."

Shen Qingyi didn't seem to believe it, and stared intently with her messy little face.

Jun Qingchen faltered instantly, grabbed her little hand, and stroked it twice.

"I couldn't hold back once and kissed my lips."

Shen Qingyi showed such an expression, she was still angry.

Jun Qingchen felt hot all over from being stared at, and quickly turned around to look for Yulu ointment, then sat back and carefully helped her apply the medicine.

"Qingqing, does it hurt?"

Shen Qingyi didn't calm down so easily, she pushed his hand away, and suddenly reached under the pillow, took out a letter, and threw it on his face.

"Aren't you amazing? Don't you want to see me? It's really embarrassing for you. For this reason, you even wrote me a farewell letter."

The letter was impartial, it was thrown on the bridge of his handsome nose, and fell into his hand again.

Jun Qingchen frowned and looked at it, as if he just remembered this.

At the beginning, Shen Qingyi was so angry, not to mention listening to him, she wished to bite him twice when she saw him.

There was no other way, I racked my brains, thought of the swan geese passing on the letter, and thought it was very romantic, but now it turned out to be iron-proof evidence.

Jun Qingchen held the letter in his hand and felt that it weighed a thousand catties. Suddenly, he had an idea, and he wanted to stuff the letter in his hand into his mouth.

Destroying corpses and eradicating traces is the most important thing.

Seeing his childish appearance, Shen Qingyi wanted to laugh in her heart, but her face was very serious.

"Since you like to eat it, then take a few more bites. I have copied several copies. After eating this one, there will be another one."

The voice was still delicate, but it made one's heart chill, as if a strong wind had blown by.

Jun Qingchen: ...

The little wife is too smart, what should I do?
Just leave a proof and make a backup.

Jun Qingchen unfolded the letter brought to his mouth again, and rubbed it several times.

Shen Qingyi took the envelope from his hand, pulled out the letter paper inside, and handed it to him in person.

"His Royal Highness Prince Ning is brilliant in writing, amazingly talented, even the farewell book is so amazingly written, come on, read it, or it will be wasted."

Jun Qingchen squeezed the letter, his ears became more and more red, he raised his head and peeked at her, and suddenly coughed, and the cough became more and more severe, it felt like if he continued to cough like this, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys would be vomited out.

Shen Qingyi always knew that he was not in good health, so in order to reassure the emperor, she tossed herself into a sick child.

Maybe he came to climb the window every night and caught typhoid fever?

She couldn't care less about getting angry, her heart ached so much, she hurriedly hugged him into her arms, and patted him on the back softly.

"Brother Qingchen, are you okay? You don't want to scare me? But you have a cold?"

Jun Qingchen embraced her, put his head on her shoulder, carried the letter behind his back, and secretly stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Qingqing, I stay on the pear tree in your yard every night, the cold wind blows for too long, it's just typhoid, it's fine."

When he said this, Shen Qingyi felt even more distressed, and felt a little guilty.

In order to marry himself, he tossed himself like this, and he also suffered from mental pressure and the white eyes from her.

Thinking about it this way, it became more and more out of control, and I didn't even have time to wear shoes, so I had to go out and let people boil medicine.

Jun Qingchen didn't expect her to react so strongly, so he quickly put his arms around her and pulled her back.

"Qingqing, it's so late, don't bother me anymore, I'm really fine, I'll be fine after a night of sleep, besides..."

Before she finished the following words, something suddenly fell out of her sleeve while she was tugging.

"What is this? How..."

Shen Qingyi looked down, her scalp exploded, and she moved quickly, about to grab the little cloth man on the bed.

It's a pity that Jun Qingchen was quicker than her eyes and hands. He held her waist with one hand, fixed it, not letting her move, and picked up the little cloth figure on the bed with the other hand.

Perhaps her embroidery skills are so superb that she embroiders the little man so lifelike that it looks like a miniature version of him.

The little man's face was pasted with embroidered cloth, stuffed with cotton, and propped up bulgingly.

The little man's clothes are also the scarlet color he likes to wear most on weekdays, but they have been shrunk down a lot.

Jun Qingchen held the miniature version of herself and was stunned for a long time, seeing her face flushed, she asked uncertainly.

"Qingqing, you won't just prick me with needles every day, will you?"

Shen Qingyi let the two red clouds hit her cheeks, but her neck was stiff and she refused to admit it.

"I didn't, I didn't do it, don't talk nonsense."

When Jun Qingchen looked at her face, she looked guilty, and moved closer, with her thin lips against her ears.

"Really do not have?"

Shen Qingyi raised her hand to push him away, only feeling itchy where his breath hit.

"I really haven't pricked it, at most it's just... punched twice with my fist."

Jun Qingchen stuffed the little person into his arms, went to bed immediately, pressed her under him, and hit her lightly twice.

"Baby, no wonder my heart hurts so much when I don't see you every day. It turns out that you beat me secretly."

Shen Qingyi's face turned even redder, like a cooked shrimp, and she raised her hand to push his chest.

"Who told you to lie to me, who told you to write me a farewell letter, we are even."

Afraid that he would make another move, he quickly added another sentence.

"My face is still swollen. For you, it's the first time I fight with someone. You can't hit me again."

Jun Qingchen pressed down and hugged her completely into his arms, his voice was hoarse, as if he was bewitching.

"Fool, you are my darling, I can't bear to beat you before I kiss you."

Shen Qingyi was still begging for mercy just now, but now she is pampering her instead.

"But you just spanked my ass..."

The two of them didn't know what to say again, and rolled together.

When he was tired, he just hugged her and slept all night. It was the deepest sleep he had in the past six months.

Thinking of that past event, Jun Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and took out a jade box from the drawer under the table.

Open the small lock on the door and find out a little person.

It was a miniature version of himself, with staring eyes, looking aggrieved, as if begging for mercy.

Jun Qingchen imagined it, and every time she looked at this little man's expression of beating back and forth, she couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Qingchen, what are you doing? So focused? You didn't even hear my footsteps."

Jun Qingchen was lost in memory when a delicate voice suddenly came from in front of him.

In a trance, he thought that he was still in a dream, and that delicate flower-like person was talking to him.

He raised his head suddenly and saw Dugu Xuejiao walking towards her. Although her face was different from the dream, her eyes were exactly the same.

There is cunning in the clarity.

Jun Qingchen reacted very quickly, and immediately put the little man back into the jade box and stuffed it into the drawer.

"Qingqing, why are you here?"

Dugu Xuejiao clearly saw that he hid something, and thought it was some confidential document that she was not allowed to see, so she didn't pursue it.

How could she not come, suddenly found that she had misunderstood him for five full years, and it was difficult to calm down.

Turning around, I couldn't let go of the suffocation in my heart, so I had to come here in person.

Speaking of which, this was the first time she entered the Prince Regent's Mansion after she came to Liangjing.

Once, she was trapped in Yong'an Courtyard for five years. She was in great pain and tortured. She thought that she would never step into the palace again.

But now, it's ridiculous to know that those five years were just being cheated.

Dugu Xuejiao didn't tell Jun Qingchen about this, and if she did, it would only make him feel uncomfortable, and she must be blaming herself.

She walked behind him and gently kneaded his shoulders.

"I miss you, so come and have a look."

miss you……

Just three words, but like a huge stone thrown into the heart lake.

Jun Qingchen was so excited that she almost couldn't believe that these words came from her mouth.

In fact, he also knew that even if Qingqing had been reborn, to her, the Prince Regent's Mansion was the place where she was killed after all.

Maybe she never comes.

From Dugu Xuejiao to Liangjing, he had people send things to her every now and then, whether it was land deeds or phoenix gauze, not only to please her, but also to hope that one day she would come to see him in person.

Although sometimes not sent out.

When the two revealed their identities in Daliushu Village, Qingqing said she forgave him.

But he could still see the complex look in her eyes, and he knew that she hadn't completely let go.

Jun Qingchen wouldn't blame her, he changed places, if he was the one who died in the first place, maybe he would be more decisive than her.

So, the only thing he can do is wait.

Wait for her to completely let go of her grudges, wait for her to completely open her heart, wait for her to bid farewell to her previous life, and wait for her to re-enter the palace one day.

Jun Qingchen once thought about changing his residence, he had another house in Liangjing, but he was reluctant.

Those past were the happiest times.

By the lotus pond, the two used to feed the fish hand in hand, and they also went boating on the lake in midsummer.

There is a swing in the garden that he made for her by himself. She sits on the swing and he pushes her behind.

In the gazebo, he once made tea for her, and she once danced for herself there.

……

Every plant, every tree, every brick and every tile in the palace seemed to hold her and his memories.

If they moved away like this, would they bury their memories?

Jun Qingchen thought about that, but finally gave up.

He wanted to wait for her to come back here, in the place where the two had lived sweetly.

Just like this palace, which is quietly waiting for the mistress, he is also anxiously waiting for his wife.

He thought it would be a long time, but on the day he remembered that the two were married, she appeared so unexpectedly.

This may be God's will.

Jun Qingchen stood up suddenly, and swept all the things in front of the case on the ground with a flick of his sleeves. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone, together with the memorial and the residence newspaper, were all scattered on the ground, making a mess everywhere.

He hugged Dugu Xuejiao's waist, put her on the table, and kissed her lightly on her cloudy hair, like a dragonfly passing by the tip of a small lotus, fleeting.

"Thank you, Qingqing."

A sentence that couldn't be more ordinary, said so affectionately, so tenderly that people can't forget it, and the eyes are sore.

Dugu Xuejiao knew what he was thinking, and her heart was sore, she raised her arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and clung to him tightly.

"Sorry, I am late."

Jun Qingchen was stunned for a moment, but was soon replaced by excitement. The joy in his heart was magnified, layer upon layer, and exploded in his mind like fireworks, releasing countless brilliance.

He raised her face, his eyes met, they only had each other in their eyes, and their thin lips fell on hers.

The bamboo-like fingers involuntarily inserted into her soft hair, tearing and tangling.

"Qingqing, as long as you can come, it's never too late, no matter when you come, I will wait for you here.

If you don't come for a day, I'll wait for a day, if you don't come for a year, I'll wait for a year, if you don't come for ten years, I'll wait for ten years.

As long as I am still alive, I will wait forever, so no matter when you come, it is never too late. "

His words fell into his ears, and his whole heart was filled with a strange soreness in the bottom of his heart, as if soaked in honey water, or stepped on a cloud.

Dugu Xuejiao raised her head, her watery eyes were blurred, and there were flickering candle shadows in front of her eyes.

Fortunately, we did not go very far, we are still very close.

Stop and go, twists and turns, people who are destined to be together, even if they turn around, they will meet again.

Fortunately, in the beautiful years, you appeared in my life.

(End of this chapter)