debt repayment

Song Hui'an was not in the mood to answer the conversation, so he naturally had no interest in talking to him. He just joked with Shiwu and looked at Song Hui'an from time to time.

The water is so light, and the night wind is gentle.The prince put on the beaded crown in advance, his face was as clean as jade.

Right now he is wearing a spring robe embroidered with gold thread, because of the red lining, the skin is actually a little whiter than the jade beads on his head.The candlelight on the boat swayed and swayed, and the shadow on Song Hui'an's face also swayed slightly, his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips were all covered with an unreal night mist under the moonlight.

The moonlight, the golden lights, are not as good as the autumn water in his eyes.

It's a pity that the beauty has no intention of talking, her eyes are on the water, and she doesn't want to look at the person in front of her.

"Fifteenth, after the eldest brother left the palace, I realized that most of the common people have the custom of writing notes in the lamps to ask for blessings. Since we are on Fangmin Street tonight, why not try the folks on the fifteenth day?" how to play?"

"Okay, but is there a pen and paper on board?"

Of course there is.For the sake of the royal family, writing poems and painting, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are prepared on board.

Song Huiming took the pen and paper and handed it to Fifteen, but Song Huian said in distaste: "This Yunsixuan is not a good paper. Even if you write blessings, you will be rejected by the gods. Fifteen, don't be ashamed."

This is nonsense.

The cloud silk is thin and soft, and the pulp is added with shredded grass leaves unique to the place of origin, forming countless delicate and long fine textures, hence the name "cloud silk".Yunsixuan is so precious, and the production of a county in a year is only more than ten feet long.On the Empress Dowager's [-]th birthday, the roll of cloud silk Xuan presented by Song Huiming is a national treasure in itself.

Such a valuable thing is still out of the prince's eyes. It is unlikely to be because of the paper itself, but because of the people who used the paper.

Song Huiming laughed dumbfounded.It's been so long, I didn't expect the prince to remember it so clearly.

Fifteen said blankly, "But, brother, this is the only paper on board."

Song Hui'an took off a silk handkerchief with dragon pattern from his body.

"Isn't it easier to catch the eyes of gods with this writing than rotten paper?"

Fifteen nodded, then took the pen and ink, and wrote a few lines of small characters on the handkerchief.Under the supervision of his husband, he has been able to write good handwriting since he was a child. The two elder brothers watched him write attentively, "May God bless Changming and be healthy, and let the elder brother of the prince play with Shiwu every day. Brother Dahuang Bring food to Fifteen every day."

The corner of Song Hui'an's mouth twitched, his face turned reddish, and Song Huiming laughed loudly.Fifteen anxiously said: "What's the matter, Brother Dahuang, Brother Prince, did Fifteen write it wrong?"

Before Song Hui'an could speak, Song Huiming said, "No, no, fifteen's wish is sincere and lovely, and God will definitely make fifteen's wish come true."

Fifteen smiled, and wrote "Song Fifteen" on the silk handkerchief again.

Song Hui'an patted him on the head: "What Song Shiwu? What kind of name is this?"

"Brother, Brother Dahuang, didn't you say that you are imitating the folk way of playing? If that's the case, of course you can't write your real name."

Fifteen folded the handkerchief and handed it to Song Huiming together with the lamp: "Brother Emperor, help me put a lamp."

Song Huiming put the handkerchief between the petals of the lotus lamp and sent the lamp back into the water.Soon, the lotus lantern rushed into a sea of ​​lights along with the water, and flowed downstream together, and it was no longer possible to tell which one was right.

"Brother, Big Brother, don't you all make a wish?"

"Xu," Song Huiming smiled, "Just write that I hope Xiao Shiwu won't have rotten teeth. Your Royal Highness, what do you want to write?"

Song Hui'an remained silent, and took another piece of silk to inscribe on.By candlelight, Song Huiming vaguely saw that he had written the word "Ping An".It is the most simple wish in the world.

Unexpectedly, Song Hui'an had a difficulty in writing the pen at the end, and frowned slightly, but he didn't know what name to end it with.

Fifteen said: "Brother, you haven't figured out what your name is? Why don't you call me Song Si."

"Nonsense, is King Jian called Song Da?"

Song Huiming continued: "Your Highness, the signature of the minister is Song Yi."

Song Hui'an sneered: "King Jian is simple and honest, with good sentiments."

"The character of the minister is not as good as your highness, so it is so easy to write a pseudonym. After all, there is nothing to write about. Your highness is different. How can you use a name you choose casually? Your highness is noble, modest and simple, in line with the ideal of a gentleman. Quality, according to my subordinates, His Highness might as well change his name to Mr. Zhu, so as not to be ostentatious, nor out of the ordinary."

Song Hui'an was a little proud of his praise, and hummed: "In this case, I will meet King Jian." With a swipe of the pen, he wrote the three characters "Zhu Gongzi" on the silk.

Song Huiming held a lamp in one hand, and put the lamp with the wishes of himself and Song Hui'an back into the water.

The boat passed through the narrow mouth of the river and came to the wide lake.The boatman brought crab and balsamic vinegar again.

Song Hui'an said: "I don't want crabs."

The boatman said: "Mr. Wulang, this is the master's order. The boats on the river are all equipped with crabs, just because I am afraid that you will not be able to let them go at the family banquet."

"It's really troublesome to eat this eight-legged thing. You peel the crab, and I will row the boat?"

Song Huiming said with a smile: "These crabs are eaten when the boat stops to admire the moon. If Your Highness thinks that your servants are unclean, I will peel them off." After finishing speaking, he took eight crabs made of sterling silver, and skillfully pointed them at the golden shells. The bright fat crab is peeled and knocked.

Fifteen suddenly said: "Hey, Brother Dahuang, why are your hands blistered?"

"It's okay, I was scalded by boiling water before going out." Song Huiming did not change his face, and handed the delicious milky white crab paste to his mouth, "Open your mouth, ah—"

Although Song Hui'an had a tricky mouth, if this crab could be delivered to him, it was the best crab in Changming, and there was someone he always disliked obediently peeling and serving the crab, so why not eat it?

Forgive him for not having the guts to poison him.

His Highness the Crown Prince was fed four or five fat crabs without sticking to the smell of balsamic vinegar and crab.Crabs are cold in nature, and they can't eat more at fifteen, so he will do it for them, but Song Huiming didn't rest for a while, and he didn't eat half of his legs.

After another three quarters, Shiwu was too sleepy to keep his eyes open.Song Hui'an was comfortably served by Song Huiming's considerate service, and drank another glass of Yulu wine. At this time, he felt comfortable physically and mentally, lazy, and didn't want to move.It's just that there were no thick clothes on the boat, and he couldn't sleep on the bed at fifteen, so he ordered the songstress boatman of the neighboring boat to take him back to the shore first, and hand him over to the servants of Fengyi Palace.

He wanted to be alone for a while, so he asked the boatman of his own boat to leave, and after an hour and a half, another boat came back to pick him up.

The boat swayed slightly, and the moonlight and lamp shadows in the water were shattered by the blue waves.The breeze was blowing on his face, just to relieve the heat from the wine on his face.

"When the bright moon comes, it comforts my sorrow. When the breeze comes, it gives me joy..."

He hummed a ditty, so leisurely, and poured wine.

Looking back, I saw Song Huiming sitting behind him, smiling charmingly, just like the clear night.

"His Royal Highness."

"Why are you still here?!"

Now there were only two of them on board, Song Hui'an suppressed his anger all night and immediately climbed to the top.

"My palace just ordered me to watch the moon alone on the boat. Could it be that King Jian is not a human being, but the moon in the sky?"

Song Huiming was not annoyed, but said loudly: "Of course I am a human being. As the crown prince, Your Highness is the sun and the moon here."

Song Hui'an only felt that he was really abnormal tonight. Not only did he keep looking at him, but now he even spoke in a strange way.

"King Jian's words are so confusing, but I don't understand. Today's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Qi'er was there just now, and Bengong and you have been ordinary brothers for one night. Now that Qi'er is gone, King Jian You can speak directly if you have something to say. If King Jian doesn't speak human words, don't blame me for not being humane and talking about the difference in status."

Song Huiming smiled and said: "Your Highness is the future emperor, so I will always keep this matter in mind. It's rare for His Highness to tell me about brotherhood, and I'm really touched."

You ungrateful animal!Song Hui'an was so angry that he even trembled when he spoke: "Speak up if you have something to say."

"Your Highness, I just want to watch the moon with Your Highness," Song Huiming said, "I love to serve Your Highness, but Your Highness is in a hurry to drive me away, but His Highness hurts my heart."

"Just sit here," Song Hui'an got up, picked up the wine, and wanted to go through the cabin to the stern, "The crabs on the plate are for King Jian. Don't follow me, I don't need anyone to accompany me."

He was overwhelmed with alcohol, his feet were slightly floating, he held the cabin with one hand, and took a step and a half step back on the already wobbly boat.Seeing this, Song Huiming hurriedly stepped forward to pull him: "Dian..."

Song Hui'an staggered, then fell to his knees, Song Huiming grabbed his hand to pull him up, but was pushed away by Song Hui'an.

"Go away!"

The disgusted tone, as if the person holding his hand was not a human being, but an ugly and smelly green ghost.

"I asked you not to come here! Are you deaf or are you deliberately making things difficult for me? What are you, do you think you can rely on me if you serve me for a while! Woo..."

Song Huiming stopped laughing and folded his wrist back.The prince's body is not thick, so he was thrown directly to the ground.Song Hui'an came to his senses and struggled a few times. Seeing that he couldn't break free, he was angry and frightened, furious: "Presumptuous! You still don't care about me?! Are you crazy? What are you doing, let go!" Me! It hurts!"

He doesn't practice martial arts, so his strength and wrist are not comparable to his brother who has practiced in Taoist temples. Song Huiming's hands clamping him are like steel, and the force is getting heavier and heavier, making him feel that if this continues, his wrist bones will definitely break.

"Song Huiming, what are you doing? Let me go!"

He gave a low cry and tried his best to raise his head, only to see Song Huiming's handsome face was hidden in the dark shadow with the light behind him, only his eyes were shining with a strange light.

It was hot and cold, making him feel that he was both a piece of fat being targeted by a hungry eagle, and a dead man who was about to be dismantled into bones by the hated person.

"His Royal Highness, I really just want to enjoy the moon with His Highness, so please don't panic."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Song Hui'an's mind was spinning wildly.If Song Huiming was not crazy, even if he really wanted to kill him, he would definitely not kill him here.

But he was disrespectful to himself, and he no longer took his prince's status seriously.

But Song Huiming smiled meaningfully and said: "Naturally, it is to appreciate the moon...Your Highness is my moon."

Song Hui'an only felt an electric shock hit his chin.

The man's long, callused fingers caressed his skin.

If he was struck by lightning, he almost forgot how to breathe in an instant.

[The author has something to say: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! ! !Azhu children's shoes have finally (in the modern legal sense) come of age! ! ! !

I'm very happy, after nearly two months of serialization, the number of clicks finally exceeded [-]. I am very grateful to the little angels in Xianting for their help, and also to the little fairies who saw here!

Mid-Autumn Festival limited drop theater↓↓↓There is no counterattack subject

The incident happened long after Emperor Zhenming embraced the beauty and returned.

Shen Xingjian has lived in the abyss of the demon world for a long time, surrounded by a sea of ​​blood under the dark sky, Quan Ying has been here so many times, but his nose is still suffocated by the blood.

This year, Shen Xingjian was quite considerate. He planted a laurel tree in the back of the residence and planted a piece of green bamboo.Osmanthus osmanthus is fragrant, sweet but not greasy, and immediately suppresses most of the fishy smell outside.

On the branches of the moon, people are in the forest.

The person sitting under the tree drinking wine has a black robe and a silver-patterned sachet hanging from his waist. He looks like the Prince Changming back then.

Suddenly, Quan Ying's heart rang alarm bells, fearing that she would offend Shen Xingjian, so she had such an incident during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The beauty looked at him and said in a low voice: "Sit down when you're here, why are you still standing?"

He nodded and bowed, and hurriedly sat down next to the beauty.

The devil world is filthy, and the only beautiful scenery is the one beside me.

He stared at Shen Xingjian's face bathed in the bright moonlight, and tentatively said: "Master, why are you suddenly wearing..."

Shen Xingjian said: "Didn't you always regret that the waste prince didn't wear this outfit to come with you for a while? I'm so kind, I decided to entertain you on this reunion night."

Quan Ying shook her head like a rattle: "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

Shen Xingjian smiled, and changed back to his usual black and red robe appearance.

Quan Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief: This is normal.

Who knows, Shen Xingjian took out another thing.

"Since this seat gave you face and you don't want it, this seat will punish you."

"Punish you to eat mooncakes with five kernels."]