you are my tomorrow

After the beginning of spring, nearly a month had passed since the end of the Zhao couple's funeral. Comet and Zhao Rongzhen did not see each other after the funeral, because Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei did not come to court before the month of mourning.Comet changed his usual habit and asked the servants to take off all the red decorations in the Ming and Qing palaces, and let them hang them up again for the time being. However, his daily clothes were either white, gray, or black. Everyone knows that Zhao Rongzhen's parents have returned to the west, but his master seems to be living in mourning every day, neither crying nor laughing, and eating very little, very vegetarian, although the relationship between the two of them is somewhat different. It's a bit of speculation, but without real evidence, no one dares to conclude anything, and dare not say a word, otherwise it will be a death penalty if it is spread.

A few days after the beginning of spring, Zhongyi also came back from outside the palace. After he returned to the Ming and Qing palaces in a hurry, he suddenly felt that he had gone to the wrong palace. There was no red decoration in the palace, and Zhongyi even went to the palace on purpose. Outside, the plaque on the palace gate did say "Ming and Qing Palace". The maid who was about to go out saw that Zhongyi had returned, and stared blankly at the plaque on the palace gate.

"Master, are you back? Why don't you go in?"

"What's wrong in the palace? Why have the decorations changed?" Zhongyi lowered his head and asked the maid.

The maid sighed, "General Zhao's parents passed away, and His Highness asked him to remove all the decorations in the palace after returning from the funeral, and it became like this."

Zhongyi has heard about Zhao Rongzhen's escape from marriage and the sudden death of Zhao's couple, because his father is still ill, so even though he received the funeral invitation from Zhao Rongzhen, Zhongyi did not go. Someone sent him a personal letter, which was also a comforting content.

Zhongyi knew that Zhao Rongzhen's escape from marriage must have something to do with Comet, but the death of the Zhao couple did shock Zhongyi a bit.

I don't know if the amulet given by the abbot played a role. After several "dangerous situations", my father's body recovered little by little. Zhongyi saw that his father's condition had improved, so he came back to the palace.

Hearing from the maid that Comet was in the study, Zhongyi put down his luggage and went to the study without changing his clothes. He didn't ask the maid to inform Comet, but just wanted to give him a surprise.

Indeed, as soon as Zhongyi appeared in the study, Comet showed a trace of surprise on his face. He got up from his seat and dragged Zhongyi around several times before he was really sure that Zhongyi had really returned.But what surprised Zhongyi even more was that the red dress on Comet was replaced by a blue-gray dress. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and the clothes hung loosely on his body. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the turquoise still hanging around .

"Your Highness...how do you..." When Comet stopped, Zhongyi still couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Comet, even the red decorations in the study were no longer there.

"What's wrong with me?" The smiling comet pulled Zhongyi to sit down on the couch, and called the maid to serve hot water.

Zhongyi, who sat down, looked left and right, really not used to the red contrast between the comet and the room, although the smile of the comet was warm, but it was very empty, without any real content.

Loyalty's gaze returned to Comet, "Your Highness, why did you change the layout of the Ming and Qing Palaces?"

"How is Lord Li's health? Are you feeling better?" Comet directly skipped the question of loyalty while making tea.

"It's getting better, the abbot's amulet is really good...but Your Highness..."

"That's good... That's good... I knew that the abbot's amulet is so effective..." Comet seemed to be talking to Zhongyi, and also seemed to be talking to himself, the movement of making tea in his hand also stopped, and then his eyes Staring blankly at the teapot, Zhongyi cautiously looked at the comet.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, what's the matter with you?" Zhongyi shook his hand in front of Comet, calling Comet's attention, Comet "woke up" and continued to pour out the tea, smiling embarrassedly at Zhongyi.

"Loyalty, I'm sorry, I'm a little tired, I want to go to sleep for a while, this tea... you can drink it slowly." After finishing speaking, Comet got off the bed and walked out of the study.

"Your Highness..." Zhongyi could only mumble.

Come back this time, the comet has changed too much, I don't know... Is there something wrong with Zhao Rongzhen?

In the afternoon, Zhongyi inquired with the people in the Ming and Qing palaces, and probably knew that Zhao Rongzhen came to the palace after escaping from marriage, his knee was injured and he lived in the Ming and Qing palaces for more than two months. He also knew that Comet came back from the funeral. , has been depressed, and although he is still writing music scores every day, he no longer teaches the children to play the piano, saying that he is too tired. Many ministers also complain about this, but they just dare not speak out.

At dinner time, if Zhongyi hadn’t called Comet, Comet would not have eaten dinner, so Zhongyi dragged Comet out of the bedroom because of a good deal. Before dinner, Zhongyi asked the imperial dining room to make some of Comet’s favorite food, but Comet only ate a few He said he had no appetite and left, Zhongyi had no choice but to ask the maid to clean up a table of food that hadn't been moved much.

After the beginning of spring, the weather got better and better, but the Ming and Qing palaces were still as deserted as winter.Because Han Qing has been busy with the border dispute with the Kingdom of Jin these days, he is so busy that he has nothing to do, and he has never been to the Ming and Qing Palaces. Before that, Han Qing came to the Ming and Qing Palaces from time to time, and would bring some outside things, but Han Qing did not Come on, the Ming and Qing Palaces seem to be isolated from the world, and there is no news from outside.

Later, Zhong Yi came back for a few days, Comet seemed not very interested, and Zhao Rongzhen didn't come as often as before, or in other words - never came at all.Zhongyi seemed to know where the problem was, so after lunch one day, Zhongyi followed Comet to the study.

Comet sat at the table writing the music score, Zhongyi didn't bother him, just helped him grind ink, but Comet seemed to sense that Zhongyi seemed to have something to say, so he stopped without writing much.

"Aren't you going to write anymore?" Comet's stop made Zhong Yi a little strange.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Comet raised his head and looked at Zhongyi with some doubts.

"...Yes." Zhongyi made up his mind and agreed.

Comet also seemed to know what Zhongyi wanted to ask, so before Zhongyi could ask, he told all the things that happened between him and Zhao Rongzhen during Zhongyi's departure. The process was very simple, but the memory was deep enough.

"...Am I a very bad person? For me, Rong Zhen didn't even see his parents for the last time..." There was a pitiful smile on the corner of Comet's mouth, but tears that were more pitiful than that smile fell from the corner of his eyes.

"Your Highness, although it is not very good to say this, but if it is true as Mr. Meng said, you and General Zhao are fate, then General Zhao and his wife are also destiny choices... You don't need to blame yourself too much, loyalty from 9 I have followed you since the age of [-], Zhongyi knows best what kind of person you are, you and General Zhao are unintentional, you... just want the eternal life that belongs only to you..."

Zhong Yi listened to Comet's life after he left, and could only lament that life is impermanent, just over three months, to Comet and Zhao Rongzhen, it seems like a few years have passed, maybe, a few years will not meet these days. I have experienced many things.

The days passed faster than turning the pages of a book, and soon, it was May, the season when the grass grows and the birds fly. Zhao Rongzhen, who had just passed the mourning period, did not spend more time in the mansion, and was about to start fighting with Zhang Wei again, because Jin Guo’s letter of war has already arrived, and Han Qing knows that this time it’s not just about the border issue. The letter of war also mentions General Ren Qiang who was shot to death by Zhao Rongzhen. This time, it’s a new one. Let's count the old hatred together.

The spies sent by Han Qing to the Kingdom of Jin came back and reported that the general who commanded the army of the Kingdom of Jin in this battle was a man named Chen Yuan. He and Ren Qiang grew up together and were trained together. On par, even stronger than Ren Qiang in some respects, has always been Jin Guo's "secret weapon", this time Jin Guo sent him to send troops, it is a gauntlet with the mentality of winning.

On the day of the expedition, Han Qing still sent Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei off. Zhao Rongzhen, who hadn’t seen the comet for two months, tried to find the red figure in the crowd. He can also understand why there is no news about Comet in the past two months. Perhaps, he is the same as himself in his heart.

If the days go on like this, the two of them may not hear from each other for a lifetime.

Until Han Qing sent the two of them out of the palace, Zhao Rongzhen did not see the comet, but Zhao Rongzhen would never know that a man in a gray coat hid behind a pillar in Hezheng Hall and watched him all morning, knowing that he was leaving the palace It's gone, until I can't see it anymore...

After Zhao Rongzhen left the palace and arrived at the camp three days later, Han Qing waited for a letter from Zhao Rongzhen from the camp, saying that he and his troops had arrived at the camp and started to prepare for the battle. Han Qing could only pray silently in his heart Zhao Rongzhen can triumph this time.

After Han Qing finished reading the letter, he folded it and put it aside. Meng Qinghuan brought a bowl of decoction. After watching Han Qing drink it, Meng Qinghuan cleaned up the bowl and asked the maid to carry it down. He was still standing by Han Qing's table. , lowered his head slightly.Han Qing took a look at Meng Qinghuan. Perhaps because of self-blame, Meng Qinghuan had become much quieter and thinner in the past two months. He stood by the table and told Han Qing that he had something to say. .

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Meng Qinghuan was silent, Han Qing asked.

"... Your Majesty, Qing Huan wants to go home." After a long time, Meng Qinghuan slowly raised his head and looked at Han Qing calmly, just like when he was kneeling on the ground looking at Han Qing with clear eyes when he just entered the palace.

Han Qing stood there in a daze, at a loss.

"Why... so suddenly?" Han Qing felt very sudden about Meng Qinghuan's decision, even though Meng Qinghuan had known for a long time that he would leave the palace.

"... Your Majesty, I'm sorry... Qing Huan is being selfish..." Meng Qinghuan lowered his head, knelt down on the ground slowly, and kowtowed to Han Qing

Han Qing sat in his seat without moving, his heart felt like a knife was twisted.

Since Meng Qinghuan entered the palace, Meng Qinghuan only kowtowed to him the first time he saw him, and this was the second time because Han Qing granted him permission not to be like others.

"When do you want to leave?" Han Qing asked as calmly as possible when Meng Qinghuan stood up.

"...The day after tomorrow, can you?" Meng Qinghuan raised her teary eyes, but pulled the corners of her mouth as far as she could.

"...as you like."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Meng Qinghuan bowed, exited Han Qing's study without looking back, and closed the door.

Han Qing sat paralyzed on the chair, recalling all the things he had with Meng Qinghuan, Meng Qinghuan who was reading quietly, Meng Qinghuan who was serious about medical treatment, Meng Qinghuan who was smiling calmly, Meng Qinghuan who felt guilty and blamed himself, Meng Qinghuan who was sleeping quietly...

All kinds of Meng Qinghuan appeared in his mind, and the corners of Han Qing's mouth couldn't help but twitched, but in the end he couldn't resist the invasion of tears, and he covered his mouth vigorously and sobbed.

At this time, Meng Qinghuan was standing outside the door, hearing occasional crying in the room, and finally, also covered his face and left.

In the evening, Han Qing and Meng Qinghuan were still eating together, but neither of them asked why the other's eyes were red. The two of them were so quiet that only the sound of bowls and chopsticks was heard.

"Your majesty... your illness is almost cured. When I'm not around, you must eat and sleep on time, and take the medicine I prescribed regularly, so as to ensure that the headache will not recur." Meng Qing happily finished eating Only then did he open his mouth, as if he was just going out of the palace and would come back again.

"Then what should I do if I relapse? Where can I go to find you?" Han Qing looked at Meng Qinghuan, saw Meng Qinghuan lowered his head, and continued to eat, but his attention was on Meng Qinghuan.

"As long as the emperor does what I say, there will be no relapse."

Han Qing paused for a moment, and finally threw down the last half bowl of rice, got up and left. After walking a few steps, Meng Qinghuan stopped him again.

"The emperor still has to keep his promise to me..." Han Qing turned his head, but Meng Qinghuan didn't have the courage to continue.

"I only said that I would think about it. Aren't you going to leave? You don't need to worry about the rest." That indifferent tone was something Meng Qinghuan had never heard before. After speaking, Han Qing left, leaving him alone Meng Qinghuan sighed.

Evening, bedtime.

Meng Qinghuan thought about going to Han Qing's dormitory all night. His bedding and pillows were still there. Finally, he decided to go get his things back.When he arrived at Han Qing's dormitory, the maid was helping Han Qing change his clothes. He glanced at Meng Qinghuan and said nothing, "Your Majesty, I'm here to get my pillow and bedding." When all the maids went out and there were only two of them left, Meng Qinghuan opened his mouth slowly. After finishing speaking, he walked to the bed and bent over to tidy up his quilt. Before he finished tidying up, a warm embrace wrapped his back in. Meng Qinghuan also stopped and straightened up. The person behind him rested his chin on Meng Qinghuan's right shoulder, "... Your Majesty..."

"Can't I just leave?" Han Qing, who had always been aloof, almost begged, and Meng Qinghuan's heart softened instantly.

"...Didn't the emperor let me make my own decision? Stay in the palace, I have to face His Royal Highness Comet and General Zhao, I feel ashamed of them..."

"Comets rarely come to me now, and you won't go to the Ming and Qing palaces. Rong Zhen is out fighting, and you won't see either of them..."

"Does the emperor want me to live in hiding? And one day...the emperor will also get married..."

"I won't get married if you are here..."

"Then what have I become? Will the future of the country be ruined in my hands?"

"Second brother and third brother both have children..."

"Your Majesty!" Meng Qinghuan let go of Han Qing's hands around her waist and turned around, facing Han Qing, looking seriously at the person who was looking at her tenderly, "You are the Emperor, and your blood is the country Reasons to continue! Also... can you think about it for me? After His Royal Highness Comet and General Zhao, who do you want me to bear the guilt for?" Meng Qinghuan's voice changed from a little excited to lost, In fact, Han Qing had thought about what he said, about the country, about Meng Qinghuan.

But Han Qing just wanted to be willful once, and he also wanted to gamble on whether Meng Qinghuan would stay willful as well.

Meng Qinghuan's words made Han Qing instantly understand that neither of them will be willful, one is not qualified to be willful, and the other will not give himself a chance to be willful.

They will never be Comet and Zhao Rongzhen.

"Qinghuan, it's not that I don't think about you. Comet is right. There are too many restrictions on you in this palace. You don't belong in the palace. That's why I let you choose yourself later on, and I know that, You will choose to leave here in all likelihood, I just don't want you to leave..." Han Qing looked at the surprised Meng Qinghuan with a teary smile, raised his right hand, and gently tapped Meng Qinghuan's forehead, "I Now I feel a little bit resentful towards Comet, why did he bring you here? Why not someone else..."

"Your Majesty..." Meng Qinghuan couldn't wait for Han Qing to finish, so he wrapped his arms around Han Qing's waist so tightly that neither of them could breathe.

"...You can call me 'Han Qing' instead of 'Emperor' tonight."

Meng Qinghuan raised his head and looked at the smiling Han Qing in bewilderment.

"Call me by my name, but no one has the right to do so."

"...Han Qing..." Meng Qinghuan recited the familiar name in a low voice, but when it came out of her own mouth, it felt strange.

"Ah."

Looking at Han Qing's approaching face, Meng Qinghuan did not hide, but closed his eyes, enjoying the storm and trembling, tenderness and pain that Han Qing brought to him, as well as the warmth brought by blood during passion, and the blood left behind after passion faded away. It's cool...

The next day, when Meng Qinghuan woke up, the sun was already shining high in the sky, and Han Qing had disappeared, so he should have gone to court.Meng Qinghuan lightly stroked the cooled bed beside him, which seemed to still carry the person's body temperature. Meng Qinghuan leaned his head on Han Qing's pillow and sighed deeply.

"Han Qing..."

When Han Qing came back from court, Meng Qinghuan was no longer in his bedroom. He went to Meng Qinghuan's room again, but Meng Qinghuan was still not there. After asking the maid, he found out that Meng Qinghuan had gone to the study.Han Qing moved to the study room and saw Meng Qinghuan writing something seriously on the table. Meng Qinghuan raised his head when he heard someone coming in. Seeing that it was Han Qing, he hurriedly put away the paper that had already been written on the table. Tuck it into your sleeves.

"What are you writing?" Han Qing asked curiously, Meng Qinghuan stood up and shook his head bitterly.

"nothing……"

But Meng Qinghuan's eyes betrayed him, and Han Qing also understood that the words on the paper might be what Meng Qinghuan wanted to leave him, so Han Qing didn't ask any further.

After lunch, Han Qing actually wanted to stay with Meng Qinghuan for a while longer, but Zhao Rongzhen's border war had already begun, and Han Qing still needed to discuss the war with the ministers. Will you leave early?"

Meng Qinghuan shook his head, "No, I'll have dinner with you when you come back." Han Qing nodded reassuringly, and then left.

And the meeting lasted all afternoon, and Han Qing didn't have any extra time to think about Meng Qinghuan.Meng Qinghuan continued to write the letter that was not finished in the morning, and after reading it several times, he reluctantly put the letter in the envelope, and then went back to his room to pack up his few things.

When Han Qing returned to the Hezheng Palace, the last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the sky. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Meng Qinghuan sitting at the dining table waiting for him with a smile, just like every dinner before. Meng Qinghuan was not someone who was leaving here tomorrow.

As usual, the two finished dinner talking and laughing, and then spent an "ordinary" evening as usual. They didn't show their reluctance on their faces, but hid it in their hearts.

Han Qing only hoped that time would pass more slowly, and more slowly, but in the end, time still passed quietly.

Meng Qinghuan extinguished the candle and went to bed in the dark. The two still embraced each other without any desire.

"Do you have any plans when you go back?" In the darkness, Han Qing's voice sounded low, and Meng Qinghuan didn't get an answer for a long time. He thought Meng Qinghuan was asleep, so he turned his head to look at Meng Qinghuan, but Meng Qinghuan's eyes were open, Jingjing Liang looked at himself, as if he was about to stare a hole in his face, "What's wrong?"

"What do I want to do after leaving the palace, don't the emperor ask me? If I leave here, everything about me has nothing to do with this place." Meng Qinghuan turned over and turned her back to Han Qing.

"Will you go home?" Han Qing still asked without giving up.

"……maybe."

"Where else can I go if I don't go home?" Meng Qinghuan's answer made Han Qing a little annoyed. In fact, he just wanted to know Meng Qinghuan's plan. If he really missed Meng Qinghuan, Han Qing thought there would be a place to find him. Comet and Zhongyi both knew Where does he live, at least he has someone to ask.

"The sky is big and the earth is big. I can go anywhere. Your Majesty, don't ask me where I'm going, because I don't know..." It's not that Meng Qinghuan didn't think about where to go, he just didn't want Han Qing to find him again and cut off his life. Think about it, and cut off your own thoughts.

Han Qing didn't ask any more questions, but just put his hand on Meng Qinghuan's waist, tightened it, tightened it again.

"Go to sleep."

As the night deepened, Meng Qinghuan did not sleep well. After midnight, Meng Qinghuan felt that the person behind him was breathing evenly, and the strength on his arm was also light. He got out of bed, put on his own clothes, and tiptoed out of Han Qing's room.

Standing in the yard, Meng Qinghuan looked around the place where he had lived for more than half a year. There were memories of being with Han Qing everywhere, laughing, quiet, and even sad. You can rely on the memory in the palace to live on, but after a long time, the memory will always have blurred parts.

But Han Qing will always live in this place full of their memories, and those memories will be vivid and will never disappear.

Perhaps, Han Qing's future life will be more difficult than his own.

Thinking of this, Meng Qinghuan could only take a deep breath, and said silently in his heart, "Han Qing, I'm sorry..."