Your Majesty, I'll Not Be With You

He frowned and drank.

Time will erase all the scars, will also heal all the sadness.

Since the death of Qin Wan, he has never been moved.

Qinling seems to be the whole of his life.

When Zhao Yuqin opened the manuscript of the poem, the voice and smile of Qinling Mountain seemed to be printed on it, slightly, and the mouth was like a curve.

Qinling is like his own brother. No, he is more intimate than his brother.

He watched the growth of Qinling step by step, with his participation step by step.

After Qin Wan left, only Qinling has been with him in his world. He cares about him silently every day. It is because of such a sunshine that he does not fall into darkness completely.

It's a pity that God will deprive him of his last hope.

Qinling's talent is well known far and wide, and is sought after by many people because of his good handwriting.

In that year's Lantern Festival, Qinling wrote a poem, attached to the lantern.

It was this lantern that made Qinling know Liu Ruyun. It was also because of this lantern that he lost the man full of sunshine.

What a careless man he is.

At that time, Qinling said to himself that he was in love with a girl.

He stood by the desk, lenglengleng thought for a long time, it turns out that Qinling has also reached the age of love.

Suddenly, he found that he had not thought about Qin Wan for a long time.

He looked at Qinling every day with tender eyes, looking at the girl, secretly sent her home. Every day, Qinling would pick and choose some books with special patterns. He would write a love poem seriously and repeatedly. After careful consideration, he would choose the most satisfactory one for his beloved girl.

He looked at Qinling full of passion every day, and was really happy for him, but at the same time, he had an indescribable feeling.

Just at this time, Zhao Yusheng proposed to go out of the house to have a rest. Of course, Zhao Fu and Zhao's mother agreed unconditionally. He also cleaned up the feeling that he was not clear about the road and went out with Zhao Yusheng.

Zhao Yusheng seldom goes out of the house, walking on the street, people come and go, inexplicably some resistance.

He looked at his younger brother's appearance, did not know why, thought of Qinling.

Why? Would they be so different?

They strolled to a small road where there were not too many people. Zhao Yusheng did not often have the opportunity to go out, let alone go so far. Therefore, even though he had a gloomy face, he could still see that his eyes were shining with light. Compared with the dead spirit in peacetime, his eyes were more popular.

"Ha ha ha." A group of women's tender laughter from afar.

They fixed their eyes on a look, far away, there are a group of red wearing green girls, Qiao smile Yan ran slowly came.

In order to avoid trouble, they quietly hid behind the trees.

When the girls left, they turned around and went home.

After a few days, the heaven entangled them together

"brother, I want to marry her." Zhao Yusheng, holding a portrait, pointed to the man on it and said to him. Because he was seriously ill, his younger brother, who always had no spirit, seemed excited at the moment.

"Who?" He was also a little curious about who it was? The younger brother such a character, unexpectedly can have like the girl, who can be?

"It's Liu Ruyun, a girl from the Liu family."

How could it be her!

When he heard his brother's reply, he was naturally shocked. Because, Qinling, like this Miss Liu family, Liu Ruyun.

Then he remembered that, that day, among those girls, there was this Miss Liu. It turned out that this was the meeting.

He has some selfish thoughts. If this girl is willing to be with Qinling, he will even fail his brother and help them to get married.

The younger brother's body is more and more weak, the doctor did not say anything after diagnosis, just explain, prepare for the future.

He went to see his brother, who was already lying in bed and unable to move.

The younger brother has been thin, if cutting bones, lying on the bed, feeling that the next moment will stop breathing in general.

He also remembers that his brother stares at him with almost paranoid eyes: "brother, I want to marry her, even if I die, I want to marry her."

Zhao's father and mother had no choice but to satisfy his youngest son's last wish.

Because his brother's body is not convenient to go out, and because he and his brother are very similar, so Zhao's father and Zhao's mother begged him to go to the Liu's house instead of his brother.

He thought that if Liu Ruyun disliked the poor and loved the rich and chose to marry his younger brother, it would be regarded as fulfilling his brother's wish.

Such snobbish women are not necessarily suitable for the Qinling Mountains.

So he agreed.

So, in the end, he lost Qinling.

In the countless days and nights after Qin Ling's death, Zhao Yuqu hardly knew how he insisted on. Every night, when he was lying on the bed, he would always think of the sunny boy and the way he called his brother with a smile. Every time he didn't wait for him to touch the boy, he would turn into a swollen body covered with mud and blisters, his eyes wide open and full of fear.He always thought, when the teenager was dying, would he hate him and hope he could save him.

There was a time when he couldn't sleep at all. He was afraid to see the boy in his dream, and even more afraid of his sister scolding him.

When the young man's sister entrusted him to him before his death, he swore that he would protect the boy for the rest of his life.

But now what he has done, he can only watch the boy's body was salvaged, and then he can only watch the body, at a loss.

He not only failed Qin Wan, but also Qinling.

Every night when he closed his eyes, his mind always kept thinking of Qin Wan and Qinling. Sometimes when they were young, or when they were in their prime, the most painful thing for him was that he would think of Qin Wan when he was dying, and what he looked like after Qin Ling's death. If he didn't fill that time with hatred, he thought he might

"Young master, here comes tea." A servant carefully knocked on the door and said.

Zhao Yuquan cleaned up the things on the table, calmed down his mood, walked to the door, Shua, opened the door.

Tea kneeling on the ground, heard the door was opened after the sound, can not help but shrink a body. The hands on the ground were shaking, and they didn't dare to lift their heads.

"Take her to the house over there." Zhao Yuqin stares at the tea sleeve for a while, his eyes are gloomy.

"Yes." The servant takes orders, drags the tea sleeve to one side of the small black room to walk.