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Chapter 853: Startling Heart Mingyu 65

"What a reckless person." Kangxi's voice was full of doting. He reached out and gently patted Mingyu's hair, as if he was comforting a frightened deer.

"Your Majesty, I'm fine. I was just distracted by the little bugs in the grass..." Mingyu raised her eyes a little embarrassedly, and a few ripples flashed in her clear eyes.

Yinreng looked at this gentle and moving scene, and the pain in his chest was like a raging fire, burning him so hard that he couldn't breathe. He subconsciously tightened the reins, but he didn't know that the restrained action had already exposed his emotions.

However, the shadows of certain memories emerged uncontrollably in Yinreng's mind.

In fact, his acquaintance with Mingyu did not begin when Mingyu entered the palace, nor did it begin at his eighth brother's house, but when they were both young.

Once the floodgates of memory are opened, they pour out like a flood.

That year, Yinreng was just an adult. He had been brought up by his father since he was young and grew up in the palace.

He slipped into the depths of the imperial garden alone, kicking pebbles out of boredom, when suddenly he heard a clear laugh, as sweet as a silver bell.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a pretty little girl chasing butterflies and running happily in a secluded corner of the imperial garden.

The girl was wearing a yellow Chinese dress, looking very cute. The sunlight shone on her face, reflecting her fair skin and rosy lips. Her big eyes were clear and bright, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Yinreng had never seen such a lively and smart girl, and he was stunned for a moment.

The girl ran too fast in pursuit and accidentally tripped over a stone. She screamed and fell heavily to the ground.

Yinreng's heart tightened and he ran over quickly to help her up.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern, with a hint of tension in his voice.

The girl raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes, her little mouth pursed, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

"It hurts..." she said aggrievedly, stretching out her tender little white hand and pointing at the wound on her knee.

Only then did Yinreng notice that the girl's knee was scratched by the stone and blood was oozing out.

"Don't cry, let me help you." Yinreng comforted her clumsily, carefully checking her wound.

He pulled out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the blood off the girl's knees, his movements gentle and careful, fearing to hurt her.

The girl gradually stopped crying and looked at the boy in front of her curiously.

"Who are you?" she asked, blinking her big eyes.

"I am... Baocheng." Yinreng hesitated for a moment, but still said his name. Although he was the crown prince, at this moment, he just wanted to get along with her as an ordinary boy.

"Brother Baocheng." The girl called sweetly with a bright smile.

This smile, like the warm sunshine in winter, instantly melted the ice and snow in Yinreng's heart.

"My name is Mingyu." The girl continued, "You can call me Sister Mingyu from now on."

Yinreng's mouth corners lifted up unconsciously, and an inexplicable joy surged in his heart. He had never thought that he would meet such a lovely girl outside the Great Wall, and he never thought that she would call him "brother" so affectionately.

Since that day they parted in the Imperial Garden, Yinreng had tried countless times to meet the girl named Mingyu again in the palace, but he never succeeded.

That year the flowers were in full bloom and her smile was as beautiful as spring, but now only a vague shadow remains in his memory, like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water, which he can't reach even if he stretches out his hand.

Time passed like flowing water, and Yinreng kept his youthful thoughts very secret and did not mention them to anyone. Now he is the crown prince, in a high position, bearing the glory and responsibility that comes with his status alone.

But whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, that childish face would always break into his dreams for no reason, waking him up frequently, leaving him feeling melancholy but unable to vent.

It was not until several years later, when she caught a glimpse of him at her eighth brother's house, that she felt he was very familiar.

Later, a piece of news came from the palace that the emperor had appointed a concubine after not entering the harem for many years. Since then, that concubine has been the only one favored by the emperor, but that concubine's name is Guo Luoluo Mingyu.

Yinreng felt a dull pain in his heart, as if he had suddenly fallen into an uncontrollable whirlpool - she was back. The name that he had hidden in his heart for a long time now pierced his calm heart like a sharp arrow.

Later, Yinreng stood in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden and saw the light yellow figure from afar. His heart suddenly stopped. The little girl who was a child many years ago has now grown into a graceful young lady, with a gentle and moving halo between her eyebrows. However, that smile was not for him.

Kangxi's figure was like a dazzling sun, easily attracting Mingyu's attention among the crowd. He walked slowly towards her, his eyes full of affection, his tone revealing the calm majesty that an emperor is accustomed to, but with a hint of subtle tenderness.

The conversation between the two was as if no one else was around, and suddenly, everyone became a foil. Seeing this scene, Yinreng was almost overwhelmed by the bitterness in his heart. He clenched his fists, his knuckles slightly white, and the familiar feeling of loss once again crushed him.

The wind from the grassland, carrying the scent of grass and soil, blew across Yinreng's face, pulling him out of the whirlpool of memories.

He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the emotions surging in his heart. He understood that Mingyu was already Huang's woman, and he was no longer qualified to have her.

But the resentment in his heart grew like weeds. He could not bear to see his beloved woman fall into the arms of another man, even if that man was his royal father.

This feeling of powerlessness made him feel suffocated. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

The wind from the grassland blew softly, and Mingyu, holding up her light green skirt, was chasing a white rabbit not far away. Her silver bell-like laughter echoed in the empty sky and earth, and she laughed without restraint, like the sunshine in midsummer.

Kangxi stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes following the vivid figure. She danced with the flowers on the grassland, coexisting with the blue sky and white clouds. She looked like an elf bestowed by the grassland, so lively that it made people nostalgic.

"Mingyu, if you run any further, I won't chase you." Kangxi's voice sounded behind him with a hint of doting helplessness.

Mingyu turned around after hearing this, stood still with a smile, raised her chin and looked at him: "Your Majesty is afraid of being tired now."

The dimples are slightly visible, making her look particularly playful.

Kangxi shook his head and laughed, walking towards her with steady steps, his eyes as gentle as water. He did not answer, but leaned over and picked up a small wild flower as he approached, his movements revealing the emperor's rare casualness.

Kangxi pinned the wildflower in Mingyu's hair, fixed his eyes on her face, and whispered, "I'm not afraid of getting tired, but I'm afraid that you're so naughty that I can't keep you down all the time."