debt repayment

Song Huiming said with a smile: "Rouge, powder and daisy, beauties ask for it, and when the fragrance and powder are exhausted, will the beauties regret it? The gentleman still wears the autumn orchid, and the grass withers, does the gentleman regret it? Your Highness is with me and Lanzhi. I am lucky to have it. Why do you regret it?"

Song Hui'an was speechless.

"Furthermore, Your Highness is the king of tomorrow, and your ministers will be your ministers after all. Serving Your Highness has nothing to do with your pursuit of Your Highness. The people of the Li people only want to be healthy and happy. Your Highness can just give them food and safety. No one cares about getting Your Highness." With whom?"

Song Huiming's voice was soft, his eyes were like water.

"Your Highness, I like you, I don't regret it."

Song Hui'an was speechless for a long time, thinking that this enemy could not be chased away, nor could he be killed, if he really wanted to treat him well, and if he could understand that it was probably not a mistake, it would be better to just let him go.

He just didn't want to admit it, he was obviously moved by the love, because of this bad relationship that shouldn't have happened, but was forced out by this enemy.

He whispered: "In the future, when there is no one else, call me Azhu."

Song Huiming was taken aback.

The compromise he had dreamed of for a long time had really come.

"You call me like this, there is nothing I don't want to hear, but it makes me feel better."

Song Hui knew that he couldn't let go of the principles of ethics, but he was eventually moved by the taboo and secret innocence. He was not allowed to call him a brother of the monarch and his ministers, because he wanted to reduce the burden on his conscience.

In other words, Song Hui'an responded to him.

Song Hui'an was so ashamed that he didn't want to look at him, but gently stroked the blister on his hand and said, "Are you always so courteous to everyone you meet?"

Song Huiming smiled: "It's a special courtesy for you."

Thousands of fireworks fell in the sky in the distance, and a tail of light reflected on the ice, just like flames jumping in the eyes of the man.

Song Huiming was about to bow his head to kiss him, but suddenly let him go, and shouted to the shadows in the street: "Who?! Come out!"

Song Hui'an's mind suddenly buzzed, and his face changed drastically.

was seen.

Song Huiming had the privilege of entering the inner palace to wield a knife, so he immediately stepped forward with the knife, and said coldly: "Come out."

The person in the shadow shrank, revealing an immature white face.

It's a new-faced little palace lady, with simple clothes, she should be doing labor.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

The little palace lady kept kowtowing: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, I'm blind and can't see anything, Your Highness, please forgive me, Your Highness, please forgive me!"

She originally came out to look for the wild cats that were usually raised in the small courtyard, but she didn't want to bump into something she shouldn't see, and her face was ashen.

Song Huiming held the saber and cut off his neck with the back of the saber.Little Gong'e passed out immediately.

Song Hui'an also said that he killed people in the inner palace, and his face turned pale immediately: "You killed her?!"

"Of course not," Song Huiming was unusually calm, "This man saw something he shouldn't have seen. I need to ask Zhang Tianshui for help. Azhu, you should go back first, it's cold outside."

Song Hui'an asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

He had clearly seen the violent killing intent in the man's eyes just now.

"Don't worry. Be good, go back first."

Song Hui'an was in a dilemma, and his conscience was condemned. After taking a moment, he could only answer: "Yes."

"You hurry up."

On New Year's Eve, Zhang Tianshui was left in the imperial Taoist temple, drinking tea on a reclining chair. Seeing Song Huiming dragging someone in, he wondered, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Song Huiming said coldly: "This little hoof has seen something that shouldn't be seen. After all, he is a palace man. This king is not easy to do it, so I ask the fairy master for help."

"What's so difficult about this?" Zhang Tianshui mentioned the Gong'e, turned around and disappeared from the view, and returned after a while.It was a blizzard time, and when he came back, Qingsi was already covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

"The matter that His Highness handed over to Pindao has been completed. Today's New Year's Eve is a day to reunite with family members. Your Highness, please go back quickly."

Song Huiming said: "I don't know where the fairy master took that Gong'e?"

"After Pindao's broken view in the mountains, is there an abandoned well?"

Song Huiming laughed and said, "My teacher knows me first!"

"It's just a trivial matter, nothing to worry about," Zhang Tianshui said calmly as he sipped his tea seeing the ferocity in his brows, "His Highness's purple air has darkened a bit."

"What's the matter?"

Song Huiming waved his hand and said, "Master Immortal, this disciple is going back first."

Zhang Tianshui smiled lightly: "Your Highness, let's go, it's snowing on the road, be careful of slippery roads."

About half an hour later, there was a blizzard outside, and Song Huiming came back covered in a layer of frost.

Today's palace ban has passed, but the royal family has a family banquet on New Year's Eve, which is special. Song Hui'an also said that he had gone back to the mansion. Seeing Song Huiming came to see him, he was not happy, and couldn't help asking: "What about Gong'e?"

"fine."

Song Hui'an was still in shock, and said anxiously: "I can't do this in the future, I'm scared to death, you...you stay away from me, I'm afraid."

"Your Highness, don't be afraid."

Song Hui'an said angrily: "It's not your fault! If you didn't insist on doing unethical things and dragged me into the water, why should I be tortured like this? Do you think I am happy?"

A sneer.

"Who asked me to call him 'Azhu' not long ago? If Your Highness still has some etiquette in his heart, how could he recognize me as his lover? Could it be that I know two beauties who look the same?"

Song Hui'an was like a firecracker that was being ignited, and he laughed back in anger: "Well, what are you talking about, Pizhi Qiulan, isn't it just because of my appearance? There are thousands of beauties, you can find anyone, I want to save face, I will You don't want to give me face!"

He is a majestic prince, he shouldn't and can't respond to this evil fate. If Song Huiming hadn't used his deep affection to fascinate him so much that he could ignore etiquette, how could he agree to him?

He hesitated for a few times, and finally fell into a quagmire, willing to accompany this disciple to become a madman, but to be accused by this bastard with courtesy, he was really blind, so he was willing to let others humiliate him.

"You bastard bijian brother, talking about shit etiquette, you don't want me, right? Then get out!"

He was afraid that his words would be heard by the palace people outside, so he stared at Song Huiming with red eyes, tried his best to suppress his voice, but couldn't suppress the grievance in his heart.

"What are you still standing there for? Get out of here. This is the East Palace. You don't want to see me. Maybe I should get out? You..."

"Okay, Your Highness only thinks that this kind of beast's prostitution is done by the minister alone, and when the thunder strikes, it only hits the adulterer, Your Highness thinks so, does he feel more comfortable?" Song Huiming felt distressed when he saw him like this, and hurriedly Taking off his cloak, he hugged him, "...I didn't mean that just now, don't be angry. I want yours, and it took me so long to get you, how could I not want you."

Song Hui'an hummed softly, tears brimming with tears.His gaffe was all forced by Song Huiming, but this bastard really seemed to have played a trick on him. As soon as he coaxed him with nice words, he felt better.

The two hugged each other for a moment, and Song Huiming said in a low voice, "Azhu, where was the gift my husband gave you last time?"

He asked abruptly, making Song Hui'an's face flushed: "I've taken it to the Treasure Pavilion."

Naturally, he would put away such a shameful thing.The Treasure Pavilion is a treasure place he used for leisure, those hidden compartments have no orders from others, and the palace people are not allowed to enter, so naturally they can't see those things.

"I don't know if Your Highness can honor me and have a long talk with my ministers all night, discussing the affairs of the country and the country together?"

"……Please."

As winter passed and spring came, the willow colors became new again, and at the end of the summer solstice, the colors in the palace changed again and again. When Song Huiming was in Beijing, he often found excuses to come to see him.

After all, the two are brothers and sisters on the bright side, and they will talk about the country and the country behind closed doors. Song Hui'an is reserved, and Song Huiming doesn't tell the truth.

After he has tied this person by his side completely, is there anything he wants to play with?

The future is long, don't be impatient.

Let's say that Song Huiming's birthday is in late summer and early autumn, that is, a few days later.The prince who has left the palace to build a mansion does not have the privilege to hold a banquet in the palace, but there are countless dignitaries visiting on that day, Song Huiming cannot withdraw into the palace.

But Song Hui'an was weak and did not leave the palace.

Song Hui'an had expected this early and felt regretful.

Liansheng knocked on the door and said, "Your Highness, King Jian is here."

"Let him in."

The handsome and handsome man walked into the room and knelt down according to the etiquette: "I see His Royal Highness the Prince."

This person has a smile on his face these days, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

Song Hui'an couldn't help but "tsk": "Get up, no one is staring at you."

"My minister obeys."

Song Huiming stood up with a chuckle and came to him.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, does Ah Zhu miss your husband?"

Song Hui'an casually tossed something on the desk to him: "Take it well, this is my birthday present for you."

"Your Highness, isn't this spice?" Song Huiming didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Song Hui'an played with the silver sachet, and said leisurely: "I reward you for changing the spices for this palace in the next year, don't you want to thank you?"

"Yes, yes, thank you Your Highness."

Looking at the drawings on Song Hui'an's case, Song Huiming said: "What kind of picture is your Highness drawing? Grandma's birthday has passed, and the birthday of the father and queen mother is still early. Which noble person deserves you to draw the drawings yourself? "

Song Hui'an hummed softly.

This apprentice, when he spoke, he was obviously pleased with knowing what he was asking.

He was so sweet in his heart, pretending to be angry, he raised his hand and was about to tear off the paper: "It's too late this year, I'll prepare it for next year, and if there are blind people who don't want to receive it, I won't give it to you." It's a courtesy, so that someone won't get cheap and act like a good boy."

Before he finished speaking, he was picked up by Song Huiming, loosened his hand, and the ink-stained pen fell to the ground, staining the elegant and clean blanket.

"Then His Highness will send himself over. The minister accepted this gift in advance!"

"Be careful, don't step on the ink."

Song Huiming simply hugged him and walked towards a familiar place: "In this way, Your Highness won't be able to step on it."

"I'm talking about you!" Song Hui'an sighed, shook his head and said, "Forget it, you bastard, I don't care about you."

Seeing the other party's duplicity, Song Huiming also smiled and said, "A Zhu misses her husband so much, and my husband is very moved."

Song Hui'an sneered: "It's not that you are shameless."

After half a year of being unclear with this person, he had to admit that he knew the taste of the marrow. Besides, Song Huiming was very busy and didn't go to the palace every day. Cheating is an occasional adjustment of taste.

As for Song Huiming's disrespect to him, when he gets real power in the future, he will be punished.

When he was kissing the man, he thought, if this bastard can serve him well, he can let him go a little bit.