Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

Sima Lihou's face turned pale, and he looked away guiltily.

Seeing her appearance, Yin Ting's expression changed.

"Yes...is it you?"

His throat trembled violently.

Sima Lihou lowered his head, avoiding the shocked gaze, tears kept falling down like beads with a broken thread.

With her appearance, what else do you not understand?

Yin Ting's mind exploded with a "hum" and he looked at her sadly, and said angrily and disappointedly: "Ah Hou, how could you do such a thing!"

"I……"

Star pupils filled with tears.

"Xiao Li loves you like his own sister, how can you do this to him!"

Sima Lihou couldn't bear it anymore, fell to his knees at Yin Ting's feet with a "plop", and burst into tears.

"Brother Yin Ting, beat me and scold me! I am the one who is sorry for Brother Jing. I have been living with guilt all these years. I am really...really in pain..."

Yin Ting looked at the woman on the ground covering her face and weeping bitterly, her chest hurt as if she had been punched hard, and thousands of words were stuck in her throat.

But he couldn't say a word.

The Adam's apple wriggled with difficulty for a while, and with a hoarse voice, he only said: "Why... why?"

Sima Lihou bit her lips again and again, her eyes were red, and she said softly in a sad tone like moths flying to a flame: "I...I like brother Huang, I really like him...but at that time He doesn't see me at all."

Yin Ting held back the pain, and gritted his teeth: "So you use this method to separate Xiaoli and His Majesty? Do you know that you ruined the four of us..."

"Brother Yin Ting...it was Yu'er's mistake..."

The woman on the ground was already weeping.

Seeing her like this, Yin Ting felt uncomfortable, thinking

He stepped forward to help her, then stopped suddenly, and retracted his hand that was frozen in mid-air in pain and desolation.

After a long silence, he closed his eyes painfully.

"The imperial concubine...you can do it yourself..."

Sima Liwan looked at the retreating figure, his eyes were full of bitterness.

After Luo Mingxuan finished dealing with Liumu's case, he rushed back to the General's Mansion, hoping to tell the General that Deputy General Liumu had been acquitted as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the general's mansion, the servants in the mansion said that the general was called into the palace by the Holy Majesty, but he was not in the mansion.

It just so happened that news came from Luo Zixuan asking him to come over.

He went to Luozixuan.

When he left Luozixuan and returned to the General's Mansion, the sky had already fallen.

When dismounting, Luo Mingxuan handed the whip to the boy and asked, "Has the general ever returned to the residence?"

"Back to the military division, the general has returned to the mansion."

The young man hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The general seems to be in a bad mood. After returning from the palace, he drank alone in the pear garden. He has been drinking since evening."

Luo Mingxuan pondered for a moment, then asked: "But because of Vice General Liumu?"

The boy shook his head, "The general already knows the news that Deputy General Liumu was released without charge, so he shouldn't worry about it anymore."

Luo Mingxuan nodded, let's go on after finishing his sentence, and then walked towards Liyuan.

When I came to the pear garden with bare and sloping branches, I saw that handsome and extraordinary man sitting in the shadow of the half-bright and half-dark lights in the garden, drinking alone in loneliness.

Empty wine jars rolled around at the feet.

Luo Mingxuan frowned, walked over, and sat down opposite Yin Ting.

When Yin Ting heard the movement, he raised his drunken face, and saw a face with red lips and white teeth in his drunken eyes.

"Ah...Ah Xuan...you are here...come to drink with me."

"General, are you worried?"

Yin Ting laughed out loud after hearing this.

"How can I have something on my mind...hahaha...it's hi

thing……"

He laughed wantonly and freely, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, his handsome face was reflected in the half-bright and half-dark lights of Liyuan, and it was indescribably gloomy and lonely.

Luo Mingxuan saw his unrestrained appearance, his heart tightened, and he said worriedly: "General, what happened?"

Yin Ting shook his head, drunkenly pointed at Luo Mingxuan.

"Something happened, but it's just a happy event. This general, I... am going to marry a wife... haha..."

Luo Mingxuan raised his eyes and looked at him in shock, his heart was overwhelmed, but he refused to show any signs on his face.

Trying to calm down, he asked calmly, "Is the general going to marry that girl named 'A Hou'?"

"Ah Hou..."

Yin Ting was startled for a moment, raised his head, and looked at the pear groves with intertwined branches all around with his drunken eyes.

Under the moonlight, the pear forest is endless, with many branches and shadows.

The fragrance of pear blossoms can be faintly smelled in the air.

Only vaguely.

Most of the pear branches could not survive the severe cold and had turned into dead wood.

Yin Ting stared blankly for a while, the lights flickering and changing in his eyes, as if trapped in a distant memory, he didn't know what he thought of, suddenly laughed, and murmured word by word as if he was half drunk and half awake: It's not the time to plant pear blossoms...why bother to make the same mistakes again and again."

Luo Mingxuan didn't know why, so he frowned and asked, "General?"

Yin Ting came back to his senses, poured a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all, and said: "Ah Xuan misunderstood, I don't want to marry her."

Luo Mingxuan was quite surprised when he heard him say that, General

He has always seen his affection for that Ahou girl, and it is precisely because of this that he has not... expressed his feelings for so long.

Staring at him, he asked, "Since it's not that woman, who is the general going to marry as his wife?"

Yin Ting clenched the wine glass in his hand, "In the land of Xunyang, there are always beautiful women to look forward to."

When Luo Mingxuan heard this, his eyes turned cold, "It turns out that the general hasn't even found a marriage partner. If that's the case, why is the general so eager to get married?"

Yin Ting's hand that was pouring the wine stiffened, his eyes dimmed, but he soon returned to his usual playful smile, and said with a smile: "I'm in my thirties, I'm not too young, if I don't get married, no one will want me."

When he said this, although he was still joking and joking, but if you study carefully, it is not difficult to find out that his behavior tonight is particularly abnormal.

For example, if you really want to get married, why drink here alone.

For another example, why did the general want to get married all of a sudden when he was deeply in love with that girl, Ahou?

It's a pity that Luo Mingxuan was overwhelmed by all kinds of emotions intertwined with anger, fear, and panic at this moment, and he no longer had the calmness and wisdom of the past.

"The general did this, did you miss me?"

"what?"

Yin Ting looked at him with a puzzled expression, seeing his gloomy face and his thin lips tightly pursed, Monk Zhang Er was really puzzled.

"Ah Xuan is worried that I will forget my friends after seeing sex and treat you badly after getting married. Who do you think I am? We are good brothers."

Yin Ting smiled heartily.

"brother?"

Luo Mingxuan's black and bright pupils suddenly shrank, and he let out a cold "hum".

"General, back then I devoted myself to becoming an official, but do you know why I became a military adviser in your account in the end?"

"This……"

Yin Ting looked at him in bewilderment.

This is what has always puzzled him.

At that time, he met Luo Mingxuan who was only sixteen years old in Luozixuan. At that time, although Ah Xuan was young and arrogant, he devoted himself to becoming an official.

He knew that Ah Xuan had great ambitions, so he respected him with wine.

Unexpectedly, later, when he heard that he was going to the frontier soon, Ah Xuan did not hesitate to give up his fame and followed him to the frontier, becoming his military advisor.

This is completely different from Ah Xuan's ambition, and he tried to persuade him, but Ah Xuan said that it is better to call soldiers on the battlefield than to sit in the temple.

Luo Mingxuan looked at Yingrong, whom he had been infatuated with for a long time, and said seriously: "General, I did this for you."

Yin Ting was taken aback for a moment, but then he came to his senses, laughed and said, "As expected, he is indeed my good brother."

"Come on, brother, let me toast you."

As he spoke, he wanted to pour wine.

Luo Mingxuan saw that he was so dull, his brows drooped, and he pursed his thin lips tightly. After a while, as if he had made some important decision, he broke the boat and said word by word: "General, I like you."

Yin Ting's hand holding the wine froze.

He grinned with difficulty, revealing a smile uglier than crying.

"Ah Xuan...don't be joking..."

Luo Mingxuan shook his head, "The general should know that Luo Mingxuan never jokes."

"Back then, the reason why I was willing to give up my official career and become an unknown military adviser was entirely because..." His face softened, and he looked at him with full eyes. There was a tenderness like water in his dark eyes that had never been seen before. Said softly, "I like you."

Yin Ting was stunned.

Seeing his appearance, Luo Mingxuan tightly pursed his thin lips, got up and walked over, looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were full of tenderness, and said softly: "General, I have liked you for ten whole years, you really didn't notice it at all." ..."

Leaning over and approaching, nose to nose, staring at him complicatedly for a while, he paused in his heart, closed his eyes almost obsessively, and pressed his soft lips that he had been thinking about day and night for nearly ten years.

Yin Ting, who was suddenly awakened, pushed away.

Luo Mingxuan stared at him coldly.

Yin Ting felt uncomfortable being looked at by him, and smiled dryly, trying to put on a relaxed look.

"Ha... Ah Xuan, stop joking... Both of us are men..."

"I know, Ah Xuan, you must have come to make fun of me...haha...I'm about to fall for your tricks..."

"I'm going to get married in a few days... When the time comes, Ah Xuan, you must come to have a glass of wedding wine... We are good brothers... Ha, ha ha..."

Talking becomes upside down, the smile on the face is bigger than

Crying is even uglier, and the laughter seems to be forced out of the throat.

Where is the usual unrestrained and unrestrained appearance.

Luo Mingxuan's face lost all color, and his hands and feet were cold when he heard him say these words unnaturally.

Hearing the word "brother", my numb heart was stabbed again.

Under the shadow of the lights in Liyuan, the person in front of him was still trying to talk to himself funnyly, laughing and laughing dryly.

what.

Really ridiculous.

It has been ten years since they met in Luo Zixuan when they were young.

Ten years of... bro.

brother.

Luo Mingxuan felt a severe pain in his back, his heart was churning with blood, and blood gushed out of his throat, and he couldn't help coughing out his breath and throat.

Hearing the sound, Yin Ting quickly raised his eyes to look at him, saw him coughing up a mouthful of blood, was startled, and hurriedly jumped to his side.

"Ah Xuan, what's wrong with you, what's wrong..."

Luo Mingxuan's pale and thin lips were stained scarlet with blood, and it seemed that there was a broken and treacherous beauty. He looked at Yin Ting coldly without saying a word.

Being stared at by him like this, Yin Ting gradually came to his senses, lowered his head and remained silent.

Luo Mingxuan tensed his back and clenched his teeth.

One is waiting.

One is at large.

The two faced each other in silence.

The cold wind howled in the night, blowing Luo Mingxuan's white robe into motion.

After an unknown amount of time, a low, guilty voice sounded from the pear garden that exudes the faint fragrance of pear blossoms.

"Ah Xuan, I'm sorry..."

Luo Mingxuan stood stiffly in the cold wind for a while, his lips were pale and scarlet, his slender hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands were throbbing violently.

"We are still...brothers..."

Luo Mingxuan's face turned pale instantly, as if his heart and lungs had been pierced by a long needle.

He looked sadly at the person who bowed his head and dared not look at him.

With no strength left in his body, he loosened his fist weakly and tiredly.

Finally, he hooked his lips mockingly.

In the end, there is still no escape from the word brother.

How could a proud man like him allow his dignity to be trampled on over and over again.

Without saying a word, she turned and left silently, disappearing into the pear forest in the vast night.

Against the backdrop of the amiable night, the white shadow was lonely and deserted.

The night is too long.

Yin Ting, who had suffered too much stimulation that night, hugged the wine jar and thought endlessly.

"Xiao Li... Ah Hou... Ah Xuan..."

"Ah Xuan..."

There are more and more empty wine jars around me.

Ah Xuan... Ah Xuan said he likes him...

absurd……

Ah Xuan coughed up so much blood...is he sick...

Consciousness is no longer clear.

Luo Mingxuan's shadow seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

Yin Ting's eyes lit up, and he rushed over to grab the shadow.

"Ah Xuan..."

"General, my concubine is like water."

The voice sounded gentle and soft.

Yin Ting saw the woman in the yellow skirt in front of him clearly, let go of his hand in frustration, and sat back unsteadily.

"General, you are drunk."

Yin Ting was already unconscious, and didn't hear a single word that Si Shui said. He just shook the flagon in his hand and said bewilderedly: "There is no more wine..."

Wen Rong lowered her eyebrows, hiding the deep light in her almond eyes.

"Greetings, general, this concubine fetches wine as a general."

Get up and go to the kitchen.

Soon, he returned to the pear garden with a jug of wine, stopped in front of the bare pear branches, and saw Yin Ting lying on his back under the starry sky through the gaps between the branches, his handsome face stained by the half-bright lights. The score is in a trance.

Wen Rong withdrew his gaze, and his lowered eyes were silent for a while.

He took out a small suet-colored bottle from his bosom, uncorked the cork, tapped the jug lightly, and sprinkled the fine white powder into the sake in the jug.

Put away the suet vial and shake the wine jug lightly.

After the medicine powder and wine were mixed together, he walked out from behind the pear branches with the jug in hand, and walked towards the person lying on his back in the pear garden.