Huai Liang X Huai Jing | Regent X Emperor | 1v1 he | Pure love | New Year
Huai Jing ascended the throne at the age of eleven. He was afraid of facing the civil and military forces of the dynasty, but the regent held his hand, that uncle of the emperor who was not related by blood, and said: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, I am here."
Huai Jing clutched the corner of his clothes and felt that the golden palace was no longer so cold.
At the palace banquet when Huai Jing was sixteen, the peach blossom wine was too strong, so Huai Jing held Huai Liang's face and said, "I like you so much."
Huai Liang kissed him and said, "I am the same."
That was the brightest day of his life.
When he was seventeen years old, Huai Jing saw the unsent letter - "When your Majesty grows up, I will ask you to become a vassal."
From then on, he hid his love in hate. He refuted it in public in the court, and exchanged harsh words in the palace. Every time, Huai Liang turned pale with anger. He is just afraid. I'm afraid that person will really leave.
At the age of twenty-three, when Shen Qing's case was committed, Huai Jing smashed the vase into pieces. He squatted on the ground for three hours to pick up the pieces. It's not the vase that's crying, it's the sixteen years old that he can't go back to.
The next day, Huai Liang handed over ten thousand words: the medicine for asthma is in a secret box, migraines should be avoided on rainy days, ears plugged with jade plugs if people are afraid of thunder, peach blossoms are brewed under the third peach tree in the palace...
"I have invited you to become a vassal." There are only these five words on the last page.
Huai Jing hugged Zhezi and cried all night. Was Huai Liang really going to leave him this time?
The peach blossoms outside the window were blooming as grandly as they were when he was sixteen.
"Your Majesty, I am here - this promise has no time limit."
When the peach blossoms are scorching in the deep spring, the breeze blows away the youthful things.
Why ask when love arises? I don't know where spring is.
Intention: Love is not about never being broken, but after being broken, anyone is willing to lean over and pick it up.
