[Youth Love and Hate × Reunion × First Year × HE × Northwest King, Nakahara Lang × Secret Love]
Gentle, calm and tolerant Northwest King × lively, simple and sassy Nakahara Lang
People say that Qianliu, the eldest grandson of the eighth prince, is informal, not trapped by worldly emotions, and is free and unrestrained.
In the thirty-fifth year of Shaosheng's reign, the northwest region sent a proton named Qingele because of its defeat.
Qingele should have been assigned to a palace with good environment and conditions because his status was considered noble in the northwest and he was young and smart.
As soon as he stepped into the temple, he saw a young man wearing red clothes lying on a tree basking in the sun with his eyes closed.
Zingele: "Did you go the wrong way?" (To the attendant)
Attendant: "No... No."
When the young man saw him, he opened his mouth and asked: "Are you from the grassland?" (I was very excited and talked a lot)
half a year later
Changsun Qianliu: "Brother Le, I'm here!" (Holding a lot of food)
Zingele: "If you eat more, you will really become a prince who can't do this or that..."
Changsun Qianliu: "Just the last time" (cute creature attack)
Zingele: "... Then... Okay" (being attacked)
Shaosheng thirty-sixth year
Qingge left a jade behind and left quietly without saying a word.
Changsun Qianliu looked at the jade pendant: "Now that you have left... Never come back again."
………
Shaosheng forty-one years
The northwest region became increasingly powerful, and the emperor sent the eighth prince to visit the northwest and guard key areas for three years.
Changsun Qianliu looked at the crown prince who was kneeling on the ground to salute him. He said nothing and let him kneel for a full quarter of an hour before he slowly said: "What is the prince's name?"
The man said: "Xia Qingele"
Changsun Qianliu smiled: "Pingshen"
Shaosheng forty-two years
Subordinate: "Prince, are you there?"
A hurried voice came from the camp, and after a while: "Come in"
The subordinates entered cautiously and found their prince and the Prince of Zhongyuan together. The eighth prince's cheeks were still red.
Subordinate: "Meet the Prince"
He looked at Changsun Qianliu again and said slowly: "Your Highness, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go down and call a doctor?"
Changsun Qianliu: "... Thank you for your concern, no need."
Qingge held back her laughter.
Intention: Even if fate is like a knife, the young man's heart will not change
