Introduction
"Yu Heng, New Year's Eve is approaching, so I wish you peace and prosperity."
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A sweet article with glass shards.
Gentle and upright, sick and weak, vs. Straightforward and loyal, Dog Nian is attacked
The moment Snowball let go, He Qingan knew that he was finished. The snowball hit the little prince's robe in the pavilion without any bias, and the cold snow water melted, causing Chu Ziyu to cough suddenly.
The blood all over his body went cold instantly. Anyone who hit a noble person on the street would have their hands and feet broken. Without any hesitation, he ran straight over and knelt down, his forehead resting on the cold ground, his eyebrows furrowed, and what sounded in his ears was his adoptive father's instructions when he left.
But what awaited was not punishment. A pair of hands with cold fingertips helped him up, "It doesn't matter," Chu Ziyu coughed lightly, ".... Snowball fight, is it fun?"
When he was young, He Qing'an was his schoolmate and his protective guard. After he ascended the throne, he was Chu Ziyu's loyal minister and the short sword in his hand that was finally sharpened.
He Qing'an had an instinct that he didn't want to see Chu Ziyu cold. When Chu Ziyu coughed, his heart hurt; when Chu Ziyu's fingertips became cold, his palms felt hot.
"We are destined," Chu Ziyu sat by the tea stove, sipping tea leisurely, "When I saw you, I felt like old friends at first sight. I couldn't describe how cordial you are." He turned his head to look at He Qing'an, smiling with his eyebrows creasing, "I can't tell, our fate was set thousands of years ago."
The peach core planted when I was young has grown into a peach tree, and He Qing'an's paper kite is stuck on it.
"No," Chu Ziyu said, his voice as soft as a sigh, "There is only one peach tree in this area... Just let the kite stay on the tree to accompany him, okay?"
He Qing'an turned to look at him, and saw His Majesty holding his hands warm, looking up at him quietly under the tree. The wind passed through the branches and leaves, and also brushed His Majesty's smiling eyelashes. ——At that moment, General He suddenly felt that it would be great if he were this paper kite and could hang here, year after year, year after year.
Intention: I wish to win the heart of one person and stay together forever