At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"But the people from Wudesi are almost here, and I can't find anything."

Chu Heng lay on his side on the bed, supporting his chin with one hand.

He used one hand to warm Ji Pingjun's lower abdomen, which was uncomfortable due to the Kui Shui.

Ji Pingjun hesitated for a moment and said, "Could it be that he was raised in a deep mountain?"

"If you want to raise an army, the teams that transport food and grass must be in groups."

"But there are no traces around it, and it doesn't look like it was raised deep in the mountains."

Chu Heng frowned slightly.

Could it be that he wronged the Chi family?

But according to Wu Desi's investigation, it is false that the two families of the Chi family are not at peace, but it is true that they are secretly seducing Wusun.

Based on what he and the Grand Master speculated, the Chi family and Wusun wanted to go together, so they should cooperate internally and externally.

However, there is no response inside? What a liar!

Ji Pingjun stretched out his hand and smoothed his brow.

The voice is soft and gentle. "When Wusun comes face to face, I will break up with Daliang."

"You can give that little guy a new ancestor."

Chu Heng's eyes turned warm and he smiled: "Speaking of which, in two days it will be that little guy's twelfth birthday."

"Time flies so fast. More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Chu Heng's face showed a look of reminiscence, "When I first met him, he was still a small ball."

"In two years, you can get married and have children."

Ji Pingjun shook his head, "That's not certain. Aren't the Xie brothers not married yet?"

"Too."

"When a man reaches his thirties, he is not in a hurry."

Besides, as soon as he is the emperor, it is not appropriate for him to interfere in the marriage of his ministers.

It's just that if you don't have a real wife, you can't have several concubines in secret. Who knows?

The twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Xie Yuheng's birthday arrived as scheduled.

Early in the morning, the concierge received a large number of invitations.

It's a pity that except for people who are familiar with Xie Yuheng, no one wants to take a step into the house.

The excitement of Jianglinghou Mansion has not dispersed from the daytime to the willow branches above the moon.

Some wrote poems for Xie Yuheng, some painted, and some played music.

Xie Yuheng couldn't help but feel itchy after hearing this. When he called Rong, he went to the room to get the flute.

Si Yuandao's hand pouring wine trembled, he was dead, his reputation was about to be lost...

But today is this little guy’s birthday, so it’s hard to spoil the birthday boy’s happiness.

You can only drown your sorrow with wine, and your sorrow will become even more sorrowful!

When Yang Chengwu saw this, he kicked him under the table.

"Today is your precious disciple's birthday."

"As a master, it's not appropriate for you to have a sad face, isn't it?!"

Si Yuandao glanced at him, raised his hand, and drank the wine in one gulp.

"You know nothing!"

"Hey, Si Jinzhou..."

Yang Chengwu was about to say something, but Xie Yuheng had already got the flute over there.

One play, shocking!

Chen Qiu, who was a little drunk from drinking, sat up straight with a start.

Could it be that he drank too much and had auditory hallucinations?

While he was in a daze, Xie Tingjiang put his arm on his shoulder like a normal person.

"Come on, Mr. Chen, will you go alone?"

Chen Qiu shook his head, burped, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, not anymore"

"I seem to have had a little too much to drink. I, I have to go back home first..."

Chen Qiu staggered out and walked out. This auditory hallucination made his head hurt.

It's better to go home and sleep quickly.

Xie Tingjiang saw that his footsteps were showing off, but he walked very fast as if running for his life.

He shook his head helplessly, put the wine glass aside, and personally escorted him out of the house.

Zhuang Yun, who witnessed everything: "..."

Wine does not intoxicate people, people get drunk on themselves. He also wants to go home...

Yang Chengwu murmured: "This is wrong, isn't it said that the Marquis of Jiangling is a master of music and art?"

"Is it possible that I drank too much and my ears don't work?"

Yang Chengwu was puzzled! Very puzzled!

Si Yuandao rolled his eyes, stroked his beard and smiled: "You also know my music theory."

"My Yu Heng, that's no problem."

"Listen, how beautiful the sound of this flute is!"

Si Yuandao looked obsessed with the sound, as if he was intoxicated.

Yang Chengwu:? ? ?

It seems to make sense, Si Jinzhou, this piece of shit, really has nothing to say about his piano skills.

You can't teach a disciple to play the flute, it's such a bullshit.

Not far away, Yang Bingwen's mouth twitched and he silently took the wine bottle further away.

The drinks at Jiangling Marquis Mansion are delicious, yes.

It’s just that if you drink too much, you can easily be fooled into being a fool...