many worries

That's it.

Qiao Yu spent several days in the study in order to get a calligraphy for Jing Yan, flipped through a lot of books, and wrote down the words he thought were good, and finally accumulated a few sheets of paper.

Neither can be chosen.There are so many good names in this world, most of them wish for a happy future, good morals, and rich knowledge after being crowned.

Qiao Yu lay on the bed, put her pointed chin against the pen, and circled the characters she liked one by one. She sighed and became even more distressed.He was always careless in doing things, and his cheeks were inadvertently scratched by the pen tip stained with cinnabar, staining a touch of red, which contrasted with the snow-white flesh, like flowers blooming in spring.

In this world, the hopes and expectations for a person are endless.His Highness is already very good, it couldn't be better, but everyone expects him to be better.

That's tiring.

Qiao Yu thought for a long time, and finally straightened up, picked up a few pieces of paper, opened the glass lampshade, turned on the fire, and it was all burned to ashes.

On the fourth night, when Jing Yan came back from outside, he took off his blue-gray cloak, shook off the cold air all over his body, and walked into the house.

Qiao Yu was drawing lines on the table beside her, when she heard the movement, she raised her head, and ran to Jing Yan's side in two or three steps, without saying a word, she handed Jing Yan the note with the letter written on it.He was a little shy, and before he left, he willfully said, "This is my name for His Highness. I have been thinking about it for a long time, but Your Highness, please don't dismantle it in front of me. If you dismantle it, don't talk to me after it is dismantled."

As soon as the words fell, he jumped from the side and jumped to the other side of the bedroom, never looking at Jing Yan again.

He burned all the good words, and only wanted to give his ah Ci the most unburdened hope. That word was neither precious nor literary, and it was very straightforward.Qiao Yu had thought it all over, if Jing Yan didn't understand, he would explain it clearly to the other party, if he still didn't like it, he would go to the study for another night and come up with a good name.

But this can't be said to Jing Yan now.

Jing Yan unfolded the note and teased him, "Do you regret that you were too playful and read less when you were young, should you regret it now?"

He was just joking, in fact, as long as it was written by Qiao Yu, no matter what it was, Jing Yan would like it, and would praise his Xiaoyu the moment he saw the name.

The light was dim, barely illuminating the clear and meaningful words on the note - "Congxin"

Jing Yan was startled, the hand holding the note was hanging in the air, the shadow fell on the ground, the rice paper was half-transparent, the shadow falling on the ground was like a clear lake, just like Qiao Yu's wet eyes.

Qiao Yu was thinking that in her heart, but she was still very nervous. She hoped that Jing Yan would like this word and understand her hidden intentions.He couldn't hear the movement over there, so he agreed not to look at it, but still secretly turned his head and glanced at Jing Yan from the corner of his eye.

He saw Jing Yan staying in the distance, only his wrists trembled, his hands were well-boned, slender and well-defined, the bones on the wrist were slightly protruding, and it seemed that he didn't have much strength, but Qiao Yu knew, That is the dual ability to easily raise their hands.

Jing Yan lowered his brows, he didn't seem to want to laugh, but he still didn't hold back, covered his eyes with his arms, brushed the two words lightly, and whispered with a smile: "Ci, Love also, from the heart."

Qiao Yu turned her head, looked at Jing Yan from a distance, and only listened to what he said next.

Jing Yan paused, raised his eyes, and met Qiao Yu's gaze, "Others expect me to be successful, to rule the world, and to be powerful. They all think so, only my Xiaoyu, who hopes that I can be unrestrained , do whatever you want, don’t you?”

That sentence should have been a question sentence, but he just said it in an affirmative tone.

Because he knew that Qiao Yu thought so.

Qiao Yu didn't expect that Jing Yan could fully understand what she wanted just by looking at it without even thinking about it, so she suddenly smiled, two small dimples were faintly revealed on her cheeks, the inside of her head seemed to be filled with sugar water, There is a lot of light.

He didn't hide in the distance, and if he had any worries, he threw himself into Jing Yan's arms regardless, raised his nose, and proudly told Jing Yan what he thought at the time, "I saved a lot of words at that time. I don’t like these good names with profound meanings. My grandmother once told me that the words on the crown represent the lifelong hope of the celebrity for the crowned person, and it is also a lifelong pursuit. I don’t want to use those, because Your Highness is enough. Well, that’s enough, I’ve never seen anyone better than Ah Ci, and I don’t want you to go after those desperately.”

Jing Yan raised his hand, and carefully traced Qiao Yu's temples, auricles, and finally landed on the earlobe.

Qiao Yu was afraid of itches, so she couldn't help but dodge it. She gave Jing Yan a bold look, and said, "So, I just hope that His Highness can do whatever he wants, and nothing else. This life is my own business." , How can you live with the heavy expectations of others?"

Jing Yan half-closed his eyes, and all his eyes were focused on Qiao Yu's delicate neck. He had to restrain himself and said, "There is no other reason? Why do I feel that you haven't finished talking yet."

Qiao Yu flinched as soon as he heard this, and immediately retorted dryly, "How could that be! I've finished talking, how could it be that you think that you didn't finish talking, it's so unreasonable."

Jing Yan didn't believe his explanation, and continued to brush his fingertips over his earlobe, cheeks, and a small piece of sensitive skin on his chin. Qiao Yu was so forced by him that his face was completely red, so he could only open his mouth, but his voice was The more she talked, the lower she got, and finally she pursed her lips, "Well, although... I am a little selfish. Also, from the heart to be kind, His Highness's nickname is A Ci. At that time, everyone in the world will know His Highness's name It's Congxin, but only I know it's my Aci."

So intimate, so different.

Qiao Yu didn't want to understand why he always wanted to be different from others in Jing Yan's heart.

Before Jing Yan had time to speak, Qiao Yu nervously excused himself, all the guilt just now disappeared, and he was very righteous, "What's wrong with me being a little selfish? I've named so many names so seriously, and because His Highness Burned, it took so much hard work, can't it be a little selfish!"

Now he is following Jing Yan, he is very good at putting on a show, only the trembling eyelashes reveal the true thoughts in his heart.

Jing Yan clenched his fists, and smiled very clearly, without any concealment, "Well, I know, Xiaoyu doesn't care about my selfishness."

His hand slowly slid upwards, and finally landed on the corner of Qiao Yu's lips, with an ambiguous gesture that no one else could see, "My wish, my heart's desire..."

It's all about you.

The palace was all busy with Jing Yan's coronation ceremony, before the time came, Xin Xin suddenly came back from Southern Xinjiang.He was supposed to wait until the end of the year, but Emperor Yuande really couldn't do without him, and recently there were more things about Jing Yan and Jingxu, which added to the trouble. He always felt that the other eunuchs were not serving him well, and Nan The news reported by Jiang was that Xia Xueqing was very quiet, so she was anxious for a while and called Xinxin back.

When she went to court that day, it was the first time that Xin saw Jing Yan with her own eyes.

He was more afraid of this abandoned prince than Emperor Yuande.