Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Lu Yeming can't come back.

He survived for half a month, and it was already the limit.

Jun Xiqing is still waiting for him to return, and it will dawn in a few hours. That is his return date.

but…

Jun Xiqing's smart eyes were hot, and her eyes were quickly filled with crystal tears, and her delicate body stepped back two steps.

"Queen." Pingpin reached out nervously to help Jun Xiqing.

Jun Xiqing stood still, and she raised her little hand to stop the movement of the bottle.

Ping Ping stiffened, looking at Jun Xiqing.

Jun Xiqing closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't let the tears fall. She was already behind him. He fell down, and she would keep his home, his country.

Moreover, he has been here for a long time ...

He has been with her for more than half a month.

Jun Xiqing opened her eyes again, and her red lips evoked a soft and sloppy smile. At this moment, the bright moonlight quietly poured in, and she wore a white gauze skirt on the ground, a touch of elegance.

"Bottle, I have two things for you."

"Yes, queen."

"First, this news must not be made known to a third person. In order to stabilize the country, it must be kept secret. Second, during my absence, I will be handed over to the Marshal Xuan Ying, the supplementary Marshal."

Pingpin stagnates, "Queen, where are you going?"

Jun Xiqing's smart eyebrows were softened, and she laughed with tears in her eyes, "I'm going to see him for the last time, and I'm going to bring him back and take us back to our home ..."

...

The western border.

Alas, Bai Ling instigated his wings and slowly landed on the ground. Jun Xiqing came thousands of miles away, dressed in a white cloak, and dusty servant, just like he was many years ago.

Vatican's eyes were red bloodshot, and he looked sadly at Jun Xiqing, "Queen."

Jun Xiqing looked at the camp in front of her, "Is Ye Ming in it?"

"The lord is here."

Jun Xiqing stepped forward and entered the camp.

In the camp, she saw a familiar figure. Lu Yeming was sitting in front of the case, holding a pen in his long fingers and writing a letter.

On such a cold night, he wore a white shirt, Ying Ting's shoulders covered with a black uniform, and the nib fell on the white paper, but he paused, not knowing what to write.

Keke.

He had a terrible cough, and Bai Juan in his hand was dyed red. It was all the blood he coughed, like a blossoming acacia rose.

Hearing the footsteps, he did not raise his eyes, but opened his mouth indifferently, "Don't you say that no one should bother me? Go out."

Jun Xiqing drew red lips, "Do you really want me out?"

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Yeming quickly looked up, and Jun Xiqing's delicate face fell to the bottom of his eyes.

She stood there and smiled softly at him.

"Qingqing."

Lu Yeming immediately got up and strode over. He stretched out his arms and hugged her into his arms.

Not a dream, she was in his arms, as soft as jade.

Lu Yeming buried Jun's face deeply in her hair, sniffing the sweet aroma emanating from her, and he hung his thin lips and slowly smiled, "Qing Qing, why are you here?"

Jun Xiqing stood in the place and hugged him. She reached out his two small hands and hugged his exquisite waist. "My husband, I miss you."

She said, husband, I miss you.

Her soft voice covered his ears, and spoke softly and coquettishly to him.

Lu Yeming closed her eyes and rubbed her soft body with her arms, trying to rub her into her bones and blood. "Me too, think about you, Qingqing my wife."

Jun Xiqing's eyes were red. She pressed her small face against his warm and broad arms, and the slender Yu Jie trembled a few times before she stopped choking.

She didn't want to cry.

Tonight, she should not cry in front of him.

"Husband, let's go home. I'll take you home, okay?"

Lu Yeming endured the sweetness of his throat and slowly released Jun Xiqing. He shook his head, "Qing Qing, I can't go back."

He was running out of time and could not return to the palace at all. He just wanted to write her the last letter, but she came without a word.

Listening to this, Jun Xiqing gently gathered down the slender Yu Jie, oh, it doesn't matter, she can't go home now, she will take him home.

"Husband, the letter you wrote to me, I read it every day. I really like the rose you sent me. I heard that the western border is a paradise for roses. Will you take me there now?"

"it is good."

...

This night, all the soldiers at the border were not asleep, the camp lights were bright, and the lights were turned on one by one.

All the soldiers were wearing armor, they were ready to go, and looked at the sea of ​​roses in front of them solemnly.

There is a sea of ​​roses in front of it. The red roses are dripping and fragrant.

Lu Yeming took Jun Xiqing's small hand and went in.

"Husband, it's so beautiful here, let's sit here for a while."

Jun Xiqing sat down and sat beside Lu Yeming, and the two sat in the sea of ​​flowers.

The world is quiet. There is no sound at all, Jun Xiqing can hear his powerful heartbeat, as always calm and reassuring.

She leaned her head on Lu Yeming's shoulders, and Lu Yeming stretched out his arms to embrace her.

The soldiers in the back can see their figures. After many years, they still clearly remember the figure of the empress, the moonlight mother-in-law, the white shadow fiber dust, and the unique style.

Brahman's eyes were red. He wanted to come forward, it was cold at night, and the Lord's body could not stand it.

At this moment a fair and beautiful big hand reached over and stopped him.

Vatican glanced sideways at Si Kongyu.

"Sikron the Doctor."

Si Kongxi shook his head lightly. "President Lu has no time. Let the couple stay for a while."

Brahman's tears "brushed" all out.

Flowers in the sea.

Lu Yeming embraced Jun Xiqing's delicate waist, and her thin, pale lips stuck to her soft forehead. Kissed and kissed, "Qing Qing, what is your wish that has not been fulfilled, I can fulfill your wish now . "

Jun Xiqing held up her small face, and the sea of ​​rose flowers was suffocating in beauty.

She lifted her red lips and burst into a dazzling smile. "No."

Lu Yeming reached out and squeezed her little face lovingly.

"Ye Ming, do you remember Xuan Yi's prediction for you that year?"

Lu Yeming closed his eyes gently, "Well?"

"The monk Xuanyi said that you will live alone forever, and you will grow old. I will not believe it, Ye Ming, I will not leave you alone, I will not leave you alone, you will never be alone."

Lu Yeming raised his thin lips and murmured in Jun Xiqing's ears, "Qing Qing, the best thing I have ever done in my life is to love you."

After that, the big palm he held on Jun Xiqing's waist slowly slipped down.