After being bound by the eating and broadcasting system, I became a heartthrob

It was probably because he hadn't been exposed to light for a long time. Jiang Xing just opened his eyes and felt dry and uncomfortable. He blinked and tears fell down. In order not to worry the person in front of him, he wiped it with his sleeve in a panic.

After wiping off the tears, the blurred scene in front of me gradually became clear. The light changed from dark to bright, and the room changed from dark to bright. The light seemed to illuminate the whole room at that moment.

The person who always wanted to see was sitting in front of him, looking at him with gentle and worried eyes.

In a trance, he didn't react until the person in front of him called him, stretched out his finger and touched his cheek, only to realize that at some point, his face was covered with cold tears.

Originally, he wanted to make a good impression on the person in front of him, but now he wiped his face helplessly, and said, "Sorry, I'm just not used to it."

He didn't care about the red marks left on his face by the rough fabric, because he hadn't been given a chance to pay attention to those things at this time.

A soft veil touched his cheek with warm body temperature, carefully wiped away his tears, and the other hand grabbed the wrist he was wiping indiscriminately.

Chu Yu frowned and looked at him worriedly, "Are your eyes okay?"

Jiang Xing turned his head to the side, looking at Chu Yu's hand holding his wrist, his cheeks were a little red, and he didn't know if it was just wiped off with his sleeve.

Chu Yu let go of his hand, stuffed the handkerchief into his hand, and looked at him curiously.

Jiang Xing was a little embarrassed, he turned his head, just as he met Chu Yu's gaze, he turned away in a panic.

Chu Yu looked at the boy's eagerness to bury his head in the ground, and thought he was shy and introverted, so he laughed dumbly, "What's wrong? Don't you want to see me now?"

Jiang Xing hurriedly stammered and explained, "No, no."

He couldn't say that it was because he didn't dare to look directly at Chu Yu.

He once thought that he didn't care what his benefactor looked like. If he wanted to come to such a gentle and kind person, he wouldn't be ugly. Who knew that not only was he not ugly, he was also very

He couldn't find the words to describe it for a while, he just felt that it would be profane to look at it more.

Originally, he yearned for such a warm person and wanted to get closer to him, but seeing his appearance now, he was so ashamed that he dared not look at him and talk to him.

Chu Yu just had a quick glance, and he probably knew the reason why the boy wanted to cover his eyes.

"Is your father a foreigner?"

The reason for saying this is that Jiang Xing's eyes are not like people from the Central Plains, most of them are black eyes, but his eyes are dark blue, as clear as a pool of spring water.

Chu Yu also met many court musicians with blue eyes and blond hair in the palace. They are also foreigners, so they have long been familiar with them.

Jiang Xing looked at the handkerchief in his hand, nodded sullenly, "My mother said that when she sees my eyes, she will think of my father, and she will feel sick when she sees them. Said that I was a monster and threw stones into our yard, so I thought it would be more convenient to cover my eyes."

No need to be pointed at.

The town they lived in before was extremely secluded. Although foreigners often lived there, they rarely saw foreigners. The people there had never seen it before, so naturally they couldn't accept it in their consciousness.

Chu Yu pursed her lips, feeling a little sympathetic to what happened to him, but she didn't know where to comfort him.

Jiang Xing didn't seem to care about these things, his tone was calm, without any loss, and he seemed relieved after he finished speaking.

But after a while, he asked nervously again, "Do you mind?"

He was afraid that Chu Yu would also think that he was a monster.

It is said that people who are not of our race must have a different heart, and even some locals will have a strange hostility to foreigners, let alone foreigners.

"How could it be?" Chu Yu quickly comforted, "Your eyes are beautiful."

"Really?" Jiang Xing's eyelids trembled a few times, he mustered up his courage, raised his head and glanced at Chu Yu, but quickly lowered his head again.

"Really," Chu Yu rolled his eyes.

Jiang Xing slowly raised his head, met Chu Yu's gaze, and was taken aback. The blush on his face climbed from his cheeks to his earlobe, completely red.

In order to prove that he was not lying, Chu Yu kept looking at him firmly and directly, which made him a little overwhelmed.

Although Chu Yu also had some intentions to coax him, most of them were not lying. Jiang Xing was born to be good-looking, with thick eyelashes like a crow, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and the blue eyes seemed to contain water.

At this time, Chu Yu's figure was reflected in those crystal bead-like eyes, giving Chu Yu the illusion that he was looking in a mirror.

Jiang Xing wanted to look at Chu Yu again, but was embarrassed to look at him. He was torn for a moment, seeing that Chu Yu didn't notice his eyes, he used his eyes to describe his face without any scruples.

He has not met many people since he was a child, and Chu Yu is the prettiest. When he was a child, he heard someone praise the neighbor's little girl for being beautiful. He also sneaked up on the wall and peeked at it. At that time, he felt disappointed. Looking at it now, those People probably haven't seen Chu Yu before.

Thinking of this, he inexplicably felt a strange sense of honor.

He had never thought about Chu Yu's origin, but when he saw him, he knew that this was the person he would look up to and believe in all his life.

Chu Yu raised his eyes, and waved his hand in front of Jiang Xing strangely, "What's wrong? Why are you in a daze?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Xing woke up suddenly, and smiled awkwardly.

Unfortunately, he is leaving soon.

Chu Yu hesitated for a moment, then looked at him, "Zhenzhou is prosperous and rich, many foreigners live here, and the locals have long been familiar with it, you won't meet people like before here, so"

Jiang Xing nodded, "Uncle came to see me last night and talked with me about the eyes, so I won't wear blindfolds from now on."

Chu Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

He was very afraid that Jiang Xing would leave a shadow because of what happened when he was a child.

Both Jiang Xing and Chu Yu fell silent.

After finishing talking, Chu Yu should go.

Jiang Xing took the jade pendant from his waist to recognize his relative, and handed it to Chu Yu, "Although it's not a valuable thing, this is for you."

Chu Yu remembered that it was left to him by his mother, hesitated for a moment, "This"

Jiang Xing smiled slightly, "This will be our token, we will meet again one day, then you can give it back to me, okay?"

Chu Yu lowered his eyes.

He was afraid that they would not have a chance to see each other again.

He was afraid to raise his eyes and see the expectation and hope in Jiang Xing's eyes, which he could not respond to.

After a while, Jiang Xing saw that he didn't speak, and the light in his eyes dimmed a lot. He raised his hand and silently stuffed the jade into Chu Yu's hand.

"Although I don't know where you are from and where you are going, I hope you will remember me when you see this piece of jade, is that okay?"

He asked so carefully that Chu Yu couldn't bear to refuse.

Chu Yu clenched the jade pendant in her hand, and after a while, she nodded slightly.

Jiang Xing's face paled, he let out a breath, stood up, and pretended to be relaxed, "Let's go, I'll take you to the door, the carriage is already waiting at the door."

Chu Yu stood up and carefully hung the jade pendant he gave her around her waist.

The sapphire collided with the red jade he had been wearing all along, making a lingering sound.

Jiang Xing took a glance, then looked away, and walked out with him.

At this time, Jiang Dazhuang was standing anxiously at the door, turning around like ants on a hot pot. When he saw them coming out, he was relieved and rushed to Chu Yu, "Little brother, when are we leaving?"

Chu Yu nodded at him reassuringly, "Let's go now."

Liu Dazhuang glanced hesitantly at Jiang Xing who was next to him, and then he saw Jiang Xing's eyes clearly, his eyes widened in shock, and cursed in slang that Chu Yu couldn't understand, "So you are not blind!"

Chu Yu said helplessly, "Brother Zhuang."

Liu Dazhuang rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly, and seemed to know that his words were a bit offensive, "I'm sorry, I'm a rough man, I speak straight to the point, don't worry about it."

After speaking, he felt a little strange.

Only then did he notice that Jiang Xing didn't even give him a look.

Jiang Xing's eyes fell on Chu Yu from the beginning to the end, as if he felt that he would lose sight soon, so why not take a few more glances now, as if he wanted to engrave all his facial features on his heart.

Liu Dazhuang groaned secretly in his heart, thinking that the younger brother Meng was being watched as soon as his front foot left, and he was afraid that he would be abducted one day in the future.

As if Chu Yu didn't feel it, she walked to the door with them, and the Patriarch was also there, standing at the door to see them off.

Chu Yu got into the carriage, opened the curtain, smiled and waved with Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing stood beside the Patriarch, watching the carriage drifting away, silent.

The head of the family stood aside and said with emotion, "I have traveled far and wide, and I have seen many people. It is rare to see such an outstanding appearance. If he has no one to protect him, I am afraid he will cause trouble."

He just glanced at him and knew that the young man was not an ordinary person. If he hadn't come from a noble family, he might have been hidden by a certain powerful family long ago. How could commoners like them have the opportunity to see his dignity.

but

not always.

That child has firmness and intelligence that ordinary people don't have. If he is not willing, he will not let others manipulate him. It depends on whether he has the ability and destiny to control the situation.

He turned his head, smiled and patted Jiang Xing's shoulder, half-jokingly said, "If you regret it, you can go after him. Although I am your uncle, I respect my nephew's choice."

He had already seen Jiang Xing's nostalgia for that person at a glance.

While lamenting that time is fleeting and unforgiving, he persuaded him, fearing that Jiang would regret it after waking up.

Jiang Xing shook his head, looking at the direction the man was leaving, and murmured, "I am not qualified to shoulder shoulders with him yet."

He will become stronger until one day, he will find him and get to know him better.

The head of the family looked at Jiang Xing's focused and determined face, sighed, raised his head, and looked in that direction with him.

The capital, Daming Palace, and Qianqing Palace.

The lazy emperor was half lying on the edge, covered with a heavy blanket, with a face full of displeasure at being woken up, and he was holding a portrait in his hand at this time.

That portrait is exactly what he thinks about day and night, but he doesn't know where to go, and tortured him to the point of being a little nervous. The artist put a lot of effort into it, and the painting is vivid. It can be regarded as expressive.

I don't know what Chu Yu was doing when the artist saw him. The young man in the portrait rolled up his sleeves and exposed his slender wrists. He propped his head up, as if he was worrying about something. His lowered eyes looked a bit melancholy, and people just wanted to help him. smoothed the creases of his brow.

He knows the charm of his baby, and as long as he sees it, he will never forget it. Perhaps the painter just caught a glimpse, and after being shocked, he dared not go forward to disturb him. After returning home, he used his own brush to record the long-lasting memory. moment.

That painting had been carefully treasured at first glance, but it happened to fall into Chu Qing's hands at this time.

He lazily raised his eyes and glanced at the man kneeling under his highness, "This is what you found after searching for half a month? A painting?"

He wants people.

His Highness gritted his teeth, and explained in a weak voice, "The whereabouts of His Highness the Sixth Prince were deliberately erased by someone with a heart, and I took my men to look for the person wearing a hat, only to find that there were several people with the same figure as the Sixth Prince. People similar to His Highness confuse the public, and the incompetent officials lost them, and only found this painting in the house of a painter who was lucky enough to see His Highness the Sixth Prince's face."

Chu Qing looked away impatiently, looked up and down the painting, brushed his fingers lightly over the face of the person in the painting, and then threw it to Xiao Fuzi casually, "The painting is not bad, just put it away."

He has as many things like this as he wants.

The man knelt down, not daring to speak.

Chu Qing lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment and said, "You continue to send people to look for it, and then find people to strengthen the security at the gates of the capital for the past few days, and strictly check the flow of people coming and going."

The capital city has been particularly unsettled these days.

"Yes."

Chu Qing's eyes were deeply darkened, and he yawned lazily.

In the past few days, I have been dealing with government affairs overnight, and I finally managed to sleep, and was woken up. I thought I had found Yu'er's trace, but it turned out to be nothing but joy, which is really uncomfortable.

The people below were still kneeling, Chu Qing raised his eyebrows strangely, "Why, why don't you get out?"

The man hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Your Majesty, what about the painter who collected the paintings? He asked him about the whereabouts of His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, but he didn't know anything."

"Well," Chu Qing pondered for a moment, then said casually, "Killed."

The man paused, not daring to question Chu Qing's decision at all, and quickly said, "Yes."

Chu Qing watched the man retreat, lowered his eyes wearily, after a while, he stroked his upper lip and curled the corners of his mouth indifferently.

It's really disgusting, he hasn't seen Yu'er for more than 70 days, and that person not only saw it, but also dared to draw a portrait for Yu'er.

Damn.