you are my tomorrow

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..."

Meng Qinghuan stayed in the yard for a while before returning to his room, and checked the things he had packed during the day. After confirming that there were not many things left, he waited until the sky was a little brighter, and Han Qing hadn't woken up yet. When it was time to leave, he took out the letter he wrote to Han Qing during the day, read it twice before putting it back in the envelope, and then put it on the table, and cleaned the house again, as if no one had ever lived in it. After everything was settled, it was already dawning. Meng Qinghuan took his luggage, walked to the door, looked around the room, and finally landed on the envelope on the table. Left without returning.

When passing by Han Qing's room, Meng Qinghuan paused again, looked at the closed door, stepped forward, leaned his hands and forehead on the door silently for a while, and then muttered in his heart——

Goodbye, Han Qing.

never see again.

Then Meng Qinghuan left Hezheng Palace, left the palace——

This gave him a period of pain and happiness, and it will be remembered in his heart for a lifetime.

Without looking back.

The next morning, when Han Qing woke up, the seat around him was already empty, and the temperature had long since disappeared. He quickly got up, and Meng Qinghuan's clothes were gone. He ran out of the bedroom barefoot, and went to the study. There was no one there, and then ran to Meng Qinghuan's room. The room was cleaned up spotlessly. Han Qing opened the closet again. There were no clothes in it. It was just an empty closet. Han Qing's heart sank, and he vaguely understood ——

Meng Qinghuan had already left.

Han Qing's heart was instantly empty. He wanted to leave Meng Qinghuan's room and ask the maid. When he got up and passed the table, he saw a white envelope on it with the words "Received by the Emperor". Han Qing remembered that Meng Qinghuan had written in the study yesterday. He picked up the envelope and hesitated whether to open it. He was afraid that if he opened it, it would prove that Meng Qinghuan had left. After hesitating, Han Qing still opened the envelope, sat on the bed and read it slowly——

Han Qing,

Please allow and forgive me for calling you that last time.

When you read this letter, I should have already left, because I don't want you to watch my back and leave, that will only increase our sadness.

During the time in the palace, at the beginning, I felt that it was my honor to treat you, but later, especially after we were "together", I felt that it was my responsibility to treat you , I have an obligation to make the people I love healthy.Your illness is getting better day by day, which makes me feel very gratified.

I used to really selfishly think about staying in the palace forever, but after what happened to His Royal Highness Comet and General Zhao, especially the passing of old General Zhao and his wife, I felt that there was a big stone pressing there, and it became heavier and heavier , I also feel that my selfish thoughts are getting more and more stupid.

You are the emperor, and I am just a charlatan, and we are all men, so how can we get what others say is forever?Separation may be the right choice for both of us. I don't belong to the palace, but you belong to our entire country. How can I be a selfish person?

As I said, you belong to our country, and of course I belong to you, and I, even if I am not with you, will always belong to you, so even if we are separated, it does not mean that we are really "separated" now, isn't it?

From entering the palace to leaving the palace, I only regret two things. One is that I didn't tell General Zhao the real illness of his parents, and the other is that I never said "I love you" to you.

Han Qing, I will always love you.

Meng Qinghuan

At the end, Han Qing's tears also wet Meng Qinghuan's letter. He read it several times, then carefully folded it and put it back in the envelope, stuffed it into his arms, and looked around at the house where Meng Qinghuan lived. There is the breath of his life, although tears flow from the corners of the eyes, but the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

Yes, even if we are separated, it doesn't mean that we are really "separated". Isn't our heart still together?

Qinghuan, I also have regrets, I seem to have never said "I love you" to you.

Qinghuan, I will always love you too.

After Meng Qinghuan left the palace, he returned home at dawn. The housekeeper who had just woken up was a little surprised at Meng Qinghuan's sudden return. Meng Qinghuan still had luggage on his back, which was almost the same as when he left, but he was much thinner.

"Master, why didn't someone tell me when you came back? I'll pick you up at the gate of the palace." The housekeeper took the luggage naturally, and Meng Qinghuan smiled faintly. It was the same as when we left. The housekeeper cleaned every day, and I was looking forward to Meng Qinghuan's return. All kinds of flowers in the garden had already sprouted, and some of them had already grown flower buds. The flower bone was quietly waiting to open, Meng Qinghuan's mind immediately came to the appearance of Comet and Zhao Rongzhen, and he sighed softly.

"Thank you for your hard work during my absence." In the end, the two of them sat in the living room, and the housekeeper boiled water and made tea for them.

"Isn't this what I should do? How is it? What's the palace like? What's the emperor like? Has he recovered from his illness?" The steward asked curiously about the situation in the palace, and Meng Qinghuan showed a wry smile.

Afraid to mention anyone, who will appear.

"Well, the illness is cured. Although the palace is luxurious, it is still not as good as home." Meng Qinghuan said softly, then raised the teacup to his lips, and drank the tea slowly. The housekeeper saw that Meng Qinghuan was unwilling More to say, although there were still many things I was curious about, but I didn't ask any more, "I won't stay long this time." After drinking a cup of tea, Meng Qinghuan put down the teacup, and the butler poured him another cup.

"Do you want to go up the mountain? It's time to visit the abbot. You haven't been there for a long time." The housekeeper thought about it. On weekdays, Meng Qinghuan didn't have any special places to go except to see patients.

"Well, this house will be left to you. I will take a small part of the family's money to make incense money, and leave the rest to you." The housekeeper was stunned, but Meng Qinghuan's expression was flat, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

"Master, how long are you going to go up? Why did you leave everything to me!"

"Of course I won't come back, otherwise why would I leave everything to you?" At this moment, the housekeeper seemed to have become a strange person, and Meng Qinghuan looked at the housekeeper with a little amused expression.

The butler looked at Meng Qinghuan in confusion, and shook his head in confusion, "Master, are you going to become a monk?"

Meng Qinghuan still smiled tepidly, "I have been with the abbot since I was 10 years old. He raised me and taught me how to be a man. I should honor him."

"There are many ways to show filial piety. Like before, you often went up the mountain to see him, and you donated incense money to the temple. You don't have to be a monk..."

"Who said I want to be a monk? It's just... that I'm not going out of the mountain." Meng Qinghuan looked out of the curtain in the living room, and his eyes stopped on the manjusawa, "You are not too old, strictly speaking, you are still my brother Well, I should get married too. It just so happens that this house and money are left to you. You need a shelter from the wind and rain to get married. You have taken care of my daily life for the past few years. There is no credit or hard work. There's nothing I can give you, if you don't dislike it, just accept it." Meng Qinghuan turned his gaze and thanked the housekeeper, but the housekeeper looked at him with a complicated expression.

"I know your temper. You won't listen to anything I advise you. I don't know what kind of setback you have encountered outside. You have to avoid it in this way. Anyway, if you want to leave, I will wait for you here Come back, when will you come back, when will I get married, your house will still be your house, and the money will still be your money, and I don’t need your house and money to get married.” I have been with Meng Qinghuan for five years, and the housekeeper is the first He didn't use honorific words with him this time, so he dropped his glass and left the living room.

"elder brother……"

It was also the first time in five years that Meng Qinghuan called the butler "Brother". The butler paused for a moment, but without looking back, he still left the living room on his own.

Three days later, in the morning.

Before the housekeeper woke up, Meng Qinghuan took a little money and left the house. For the past three days, because the housekeeper was angry with him, although he still took care of him, he didn't say a word to him. Meng Qinghuan thought about it, that's fine. To avoid saying goodbye to him, I just left a text message to the housekeeper in the living room and left.

The letter said--

elder brother,

Really, don't wait for me, you should have your life too.No matter what happened to me outside, you have always been someone I trust. This house and the rest of the money will be regarded as a congratulatory gift for you when you get married. I only have so much.Thank you for taking care of me all the time.

When Meng Qinghuan waited for the butler to read the letter, Meng Qinghuan had already left, and the butler could only talk deeply.

At this time, Meng Qinghuan had already arrived in the temple, dressed in monk's clothes, folded his hands, and knelt in front of the Buddha statue to pray devoutly. Although he wanted to be ordained, the abbot did not agree, because when he saw Meng Qinghuan who came back, the man he had seen since childhood The grown-up child's eyes no longer had the indifference before, and there was an unforgettable love there, which he would never forget. He also knew that Meng Qinghuan would never return to the Meng Qinghuan before entering the palace.

The abbot didn't agree, and Meng Qinghuan knew that the abbot probably guessed his true thoughts nine times out of ten, so Meng Qinghuan also obeyed the abbot.

Meng Qinghuan admitted that he had selfish thoughts when he returned to the temple, but maybe only in this way can he slowly return to the track of his previous life, but only he knows whether he can go back.

A few days after Meng Qinghuan left, Han Qing was almost breathless in the tedious political affairs. Letters from Zhao Rongzhen about the recent battles came frequently from the front line. The adjective "on par" is not particularly accurate, "more than that" is correct.

General Chen Yuan's combat methods are vigorous and vigorous, and he seems to always be able to attack the relatively weak links of Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei. He is also proficient in the application of military tactics, unlike a legendary man who is only 25 years old, and seems to be fighting with two people. It's the same, don't leave a retreat for the two of you, and don't leave a retreat for yourself. Although the front line will not be defeated, the pressure from the enemy has slowly invaded the hearts of Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei, making them feel a little powerless , the soldiers under him were also killed and injured, Zhao Rongzhen had no choice but to ask Han Qing for support.

Although there are still reserves of troops in the country, Han Qing suffers from the fact that no one can bring support troops to the front line. Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei can't come back, and he can't lead the troops himself. Most of the old generals who are still in the court have already retired. Returning home, their physical condition does not allow them to travel far. After thinking about it for a few days, Han Qing couldn't figure out who to lead the troops to the expedition, and the latest letter asking for support in the morning was not written by Zhao Rongzhen himself, but Zhang Wei wrote it on behalf of him. of.

Because in the latest battle, Zhao Rongzhen suffered a knife wound on his arm and was unable to write.

Thinking of all kinds of pressure on the front line, Han Qing suffered another headache.

In the midst of busy state affairs, Meng Qinghuan's appearance will appear in Han Qing's mind from time to time. Every night when the people are quiet and Han Qing can't sleep all night because of a headache, he will infinitely wonder if Meng Qinghuan is still there. Well, even if you don't do anything, you can sleep peacefully.

When Han Qing was at his wit's end, Comet and Zhongyi hadn't come to the Hezheng Palace for a while, and Han Qing also wanted to relax, maybe after relaxing, he would think of a more suitable candidate.

But seeing Comet not wearing red, Han Qing was really not used to it.

Comet brought tea from the Ming and Qing Palaces. Seeing the pile of memorials piled up on the table in Han Qing's study, he didn't have a good look with Han Qing. Comet could only look at Han Qing worriedly, but Han Qing looked at it with a comforting smile. Xiang Huixing patted his shoulder, "I'm fine, I can hold on." But the next second, Han Qing rubbed his sore forehead involuntarily, but Comet couldn't see Han Qing's forced smile.

"Didn't Mr. Meng help you?" Comet looked at Han Qing a little strangely. Han Qing didn't tell anyone about Meng Qinghuan's departure, and only the people in the Hezheng Palace knew about it. Han Qing smiled awkwardly for an instant He lowered his head and hands, and after a long time raised his head, looking at the comet waiting for his answer, there seemed to be something flickering in his eyes.

"He left the palace."

Comet and Zhongyi looked at Han Qing in surprise, but Han Qing looked at them comfortingly, "Don't be so surprised, he will leave sooner or later, Comet, didn't you say that he doesn't belong to the palace. "

"Brother Emperor..." Comet felt a little guilty towards Meng Qinghuan in his heart. He regretted that since Zhao Rongzhen's parents passed away, he had treated Meng Qinghuan a little coldly. Although he helped Zhao Rongzhen heal his leg, Comet felt resentful about Zhao Rongzhen's parents , he didn't know what attitude to use to face Meng Qinghuan, so he could only treat Meng Qinghuan indifferently.

"Don't talk about him, let's drink tea." Han Qing pointed to Comet's cup, then raised the cup and drank his tea in one gulp.

"Brother Huang, if there is anything I can help, just say so." Comet understood Han Qing's bitterness, but he didn't know how to comfort him, and the hurt in his heart would only get bigger and bigger.

Comet knows.

In fact, Comet came here this time not only to see Han Qing, but also to know the situation on the front line. Although he told himself many times not to think about things with Zhao Rongzhen, but many times, he couldn't help himself.

"Brother Huang...how is the front line?" After sitting for a long time, Comet hesitated to ask the question he wanted to ask. Han Qing thought that Comet had stopped thinking about Zhao Rongzhen, and Zhao Rongzhen didn't mention Comet at all in his letter. Qing thought that the two of them would be like this for the rest of their lives, but he didn't expect Comet to ask about it, even though he was asking about the "front line".

Han Qing sighed, "This battle is not optimistic. The opponent's general is called 'Chen Yuan'. Looking at it now, he is a character that should not be underestimated. The front line... is a bit unstable. Recently, Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei asked me to support troops and food. I am worried that no one will bring the recruits and food to the front line..." Han Qing roughly talked about the situation on the front line, then he suddenly raised his head, looked at Comet and Zhongyi with a little research, and a thought quietly arose in his heart, But he shook his head negatively.

"...Does the emperor want us to send the recruits and food?" Comet saw Han Qing's thoughts and asked tentatively.

"No need, Zhongyi will still be the commander of my internal guards, you... don't go there, I will find a way." Han Qing shook his head and said, Comet knew why Han Qing thought of him, but denied his own thoughts.

"Brother Huang, if I can help, I am willing to help. I will come back after I send it off, and I won't stay in the barracks for too long..." Comet thought for a while, then said cautiously, and looked at Han Qing beggingly.Zhongyi, who had been standing behind Comet all the time, looked down at Comet's side face, and felt a faint feeling in his heart—although Comet said he would come back, it seemed that he would never come back after this trip.

Han Qing raised his head. He actually felt loyal, but he still wanted to take a gamble.

In fact, at that time, Comet really just sent the recruits and food to the front line before returning to the palace. After all, after the incident with Zhao Rongzhen’s parents, both he and Zhao Rongzhen understood that there was no way for the two of them to be together again, so before leaving the palace, he I have always been confident that I will return to the palace.

Before Comet took [-] elite soldiers and enough food and grass for three months to go on the road, Han Qing gave him a note and asked him to read it after he went on the road. In the three days after he promised Comet to send troops and food and grass, he After thinking about it, he wrote down the note, and when Comet got it in his hand, he looked at it blankly, and then stuffed it into his arms.

Zhongyi sent Comet to the gate of the palace, "Your Highness, come back early, Zhongyi is waiting for you." Outside the window of the carriage, Zhongyi held the window and knocked on the window. Comet looked at Zhongyi's reluctant eyes, as if sending off Like a man who travels far and never comes back.

"I'll be there soon."

Afterwards, Comet closed the window of the car, and Zhongyi told the guard, the coachman, to ensure the safety of Comet on the road, and then zoomed in on the troops to leave.

That day, Zhongyi stood outside the palace gate for a long time, and he returned to the palace only when the tail of the troops was no longer in sight.

The sky that day also seemed to be different from usual, the horizon that seemed far away but all in sight showed an inexplicable coquettish blue.

After leaving the capital, Comet remembered the note Han Qing gave him, so he took it out and opened it, and Han Qing's familiar font appeared in front of his eyes——

Comet,

As an older brother, I believe you will come back soon, and I hope you can come back, but if, I just mean if, after seeing Rong Zhen, if "suddenly" he has the idea of ​​not wanting to come back, or Zhao Rong really doesn't want you to come back, Regardless of whether you win or lose this battle, leave with Rong Zhen after the end, wherever you go, I will announce to the whole country that you died in the battle, although this will make Master Zhao and Mrs. Zhao feel sorry, but only you can Realize the eternity and the boundless sea and sky that Qinghuan and I could not achieve.

Han Qing

Comet's hand holding the note trembled slightly, and his self-confidence before leaving the palace was slowly swallowed by the note, "Together with Rong Zhen forever and the sea and the sky" tempted Comet, but the death of the Zhao couple also tore Comet's heart .

Comet began to not know how to choose.

A gust of strong wind blew open the car window, and the white note that was lightly pinched in Comet's hand escaped from Comet's hand and floated out of the car window. Comet poked his head out in the moving carriage, looking at the note like a white The butterfly is blown higher and higher by the wind, and flies farther and farther.

Comet thought, would the future of himself and Zhao Rongzhen be as erratic as the future of that note, and he didn't know where he would end up?