Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

Overnight, what happened at the Oiran Banquet was heard all over the city.

The sons of kings and grandchildren and famous prostitutes in brothels have always been the topics of conversation that ordinary people like to talk about after dinner.

For example, people may not remember Song Huizong's merits and demerits, but they will never forget his flirtatious affair with Li Shishi.

Since ancient times, the romantic affair has been together, and there is no need to worry about no one passing it on.

Poets use this as a material, and they have to write some sour poems.There is no telling how many versions of the story about the two have been circulated among the people.

The storyteller in the tea shed stopped talking about Man Jianghong, and talked about how the two of them made love with brocade handkerchiefs and how they fell in love with concubines.Such a vivid appearance, as if he witnessed it with his own eyes.

An old woman was fascinated by what she heard, she silently wiped away her tears with her sleeves, and when she looked up again, she only heard a knock on the gavel on the chopping board, and the storyteller said, "If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to explain it."

Everyone dispersed in dismay.

Ah San stood in the study, and taught Lan Ziqing the stories she had heard in the tea shed.

"The old storyteller was just talking about the third prince's engagement with Mrs. Huakui, so he stopped talking. It's really boring."

Just as Ah San was listening, the story suddenly stopped abruptly, which made him depressed for a while.

No one spoke for a long time, Ah San turned her head to look, Lan Ziqing was concentrating on writing something.

"Prime Minister"

no answer

"Prime Minister?"

Ah San raised her voice once.

Lan Ziqing frowned, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

Ah San said it was all right, thinking in his heart that what he said just now was for nothing.

The prime minister seems to have something on his mind recently.

A few days ago, when he came back from outside, he was stunned for a while at the basket of dates that the third prince gave him.

Last night was even more outrageous. He, who never drank alcohol, came home drunk. You must know that the prime minister has had stomach problems for a long time. The prime minister's face was as white as paper, and his forehead and hair were full of cold sweat. He was half frightened.

To die, he went to help the prime minister back to his room, and after tossing for half a night, the prime minister fell asleep in a daze.

The prime minister, before and after, all looked indifferent, as if they knew everything in their hearts, and they seemed to never take everything to heart.

It was the first time in three years that he lost his composure like yesterday.

He really couldn't figure out what kind of reason could make the always calm and calm prime minister get drunk regardless of himself.

Outside the door, there was a sudden notification.

"Prime Minister, the Third Highness is here to visit."

Lan Ziqing's hand holding the pen froze.

"Just say that the truth is busy with business and has no time to see guests."

"Yes"

As the attendants backed away, Lan Ziqing felt disturbed, and the densely packed small characters were like flies, which gave him a headache.

Then he put down the pen, dried the ink, and put it in his palm.

"Add tea."

Ah San was startled by Lan Ziqing's attitude just now, she was thinking to herself, when she heard an order, she even picked up the warm pot on the stove and stepped forward

Add tea.

What's the matter with the prime minister? Normally, when the third prince comes, the prime minister has a calm appearance, but the corners of his lips are always pulled up unconsciously, but today he refuses to see him with such an excuse.

On the second day, I heard another report that the Third Highness came to visit.

Lan Ziqing sent her away with the same reason.

Unexpectedly, on the third day, Su Danchen came to the door again.

Lan Ziqing couldn't help but think of half a year ago, when he said he was sick and disappeared, that person also came to the door for three days in a row.

After three things, that person never came again.

Lan Ziqing sighed softly and refused again.

Sure enough, on the fourth day, there was no news for a long time. Lan Ziqing looked at the warm smoke rising from the room, with a wry smile on his lips.

Now, that person should give up, and he should give up too.

Outside the court, the hurried footsteps of the attendants sounded.

"What to report"

Lan Ziqing's eyes lit up.

"Prime Minister, the National Teacher invites you to visit the residence."

Lan Ziqing's eyes dimmed, and he said lightly, "Understood, prepare the sedan chair."

After picking up the person in the Zijin official sedan chair, he left slowly.

Behind the sedan chair, a pair of wet peach blossom eyes are condensed.

When Lan Ziqing came out from Wei Mansion, it was already dark.

He bid farewell to the green silk that sent him off politely, turned around and stepped into the sedan chair.

With a sound of "get up the sedan chair", the Zijin official sedan chair left slowly.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Lan Ziqing raised his hand and raised the curtain on the sedan chair wall. It was dark outside the sedan chair, and a house hidden in the darkness could be faintly seen.

In such a dark night, the moonlight is clear.

Just like that night, the moonlight shining in the Merlin.

If he had refused to see him when he came to hold dates that night, the two of them would not have any further involvement.

Today, he wouldn't be heartbroken to this point.

Perhaps earlier, when he first came to visit half a year ago, he should have refused to see him.

Lan Ziqing looked bitter, and murmured: "Lan Ziqing, Lan Ziqing, you are so stupid, you stumbled once, and you still don't behave well."

The sedan chair slowly descended, and the sound of followers came from outside the sedan chair.

"Prime Minister, we're here."

Lan Ziqing opened the car curtain and stepped out.

"Ziqing, you, you are back."

Lan Ziqing was startled, and looked up to find Su Danchen standing under the eaves of her house.

"I have met His Highness the Third Highness."

Lan Ziqing knelt down and put her head on the ground.

The voice was indifferent without any emotion.

Su Danchen hurriedly stepped forward to pick him up, and said with deep panic, "Ziqing, why did you give me such a big gift."

Lan Ziqing asked indifferently with her soft face, "Your Highness, what can I teach you?"

Su Danchen choked for a while.

In the past few days, he has been coming to the prime minister's mansion for several days, and what he always gets is that sentence.

"The prime minister is busy with business and has no time to meet guests. I hope the third prince will forgive me."

Busy work?

Su Danchen's nose twitched, and he thought bitterly, it was just an excuse.

Before dawn today, he had already arrived at the Prime Minister's mansion, but he refused to see him for several days, which made him dare not knock on the door for a long time.

Just standing outside the mansion like that, I don't know how long I stood there, before I heard movement from inside the door.

But he felt guilty like a thief, and quickly found a place to hide.

When he came out again, Ziqing had already driven away in a sedan chair.

He was supposed to go back to his residence and visit him tomorrow, but for some reason, his legs seemed to be rooted, making it difficult to move.

Simply stand here and wait for Ziqing to come back.

He has a stomach full of questions he wants to ask him.

He left suddenly that day, but he did something wrong, refused to see him for three days, and what was the reason.

Now that people are right in front of him, hearing him say "what can I teach you", Su Danchen felt that thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

After not seeing Su Danchen speak for a long time, Lan Ziqing slightly raised his eyes, and saw that he lowered his head and pursed his lips, looking aggrieved like a big abandoned dog.

"come in"

Lan Ziqing turned her eyes and said finally.

In the study, Ah San put down two cups of tea.

Su Danchen looked at the person sitting opposite him through the misty tea scent, thought for a while, and then asked.

"Ziqing, you came to see me that day and left suddenly, but what did I do wrong to make you unhappy?"

Lan Ziqing's lips turned pale, and she stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

In the midst of the steaming tea, Su Danchen's eyes looked bright and confused.

Lan Ziqing finally smiled wryly.

For the first time, he felt how cruel it was to be looked at by such a pair of wet and innocent eyes like a young deer.

It is said that there is nothing wrong with Lan Xiang's argument, and his tongue is full of flowers.Who would have expected that there would be a day when he, Lan Ziqing, would be left speechless by questions.

What else can he say, that he is unhappy because he bought the oiran's first night?

The memory of that day came back, and there was a dull pain in the epigastric cavity again, so I had to crush it with my fingers to suppress the pain.

ridiculous!

The oiran could blame him for being heartless, but what right did he, Lan Ziqing, have to question him.

I really can't blame this person for getting the land today.

Everything is just his own sentimentality.

"His Royal Highness did nothing wrong. The minister left only because he was busy with official duties and it was inconvenient to stay longer."

Being busy with official duties is really a good excuse, and now he can only use this to preserve his dignity.

There was a trace of mockery in Lan Ziqing's eyes.

"Why did Ziqing refuse to see me so long?"

Su Danchen held Lan Ziqing's hand on the table.

Lan Ziqing withdrew her hand calmly, and said indifferently: "I don't intend to avoid it, but I have official duties, and I really can't get away. I hope His Highness will make amends."

As he spoke, he kowtowed his head.

Su Danchen hurriedly stopped him, and panicked: "Ziqing, what's wrong with you, you kowtow to me every now and then. How could I blame you for that?"

Lan Ziqing pushed him away: "Your Highness has made an atonement, I'm going to rest."

"It's my fault. I interrupted Ziqing's rest. I'll go now and come to see you some other day." As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a faint voice behind me: "Your Highness, I have an unfeeling request. I hope His Highness will grant you."

Su Danchen hurriedly laughed and said, "Just say what Ziqing says, I will definitely do it for Ziqing."

After a long period of silence, the indifferent voice sounded slowly: "Please don't come to Xiangfu again, Your Highness."

The smile on Su Danchen's face froze, almost unbelievable, his eyes widened.

Lan Ziqing was standing behind her, her face was calm, her eyes were calm, and her whole body was calm.

He was so indifferent that it was hard to imagine that it was he who said that sentence just now.

"Ziqing...hates me."

It almost sounded like crying out of grievance.

Lan Ziqing turned his head, a shadow enveloped his face.

"The Holy Majesty has always hated princes forming cliques for personal gain, and His Highness will inevitably lose people's tongues when he runs long-distance to the prime minister's house."

The high-sounding reason is irrefutable.

"If Ziqing is afraid of this, it's easy to handle. I'll invite an imperial decree to let Ziqing be my tutor, so that no one will dare to gossip."

Su Danchen gasped, her voice was low, a little begging, but also flattering: "Ziqing, this is good."

This person was obviously born in the royal family, and he was obviously the number one romantic in Xunyang, yet he had such a simple mind.

Lan Ziqing closed her eyes, not wanting to embarrass him anymore.

"Your Highness, let's go first"

Su Danchen saw that he breathed a sigh of relief, so he didn't dare to say anything more, he just told him to take a rest earlier, and then went out.

After he left, Lan Ziqing stood where he was, silent for a long time.