Invincible drunk

After going down the court, Jing Heng glanced at Qin Zheng lightly, and the other party evoked a smirk after receiving the hint.

Looking at his appearance, Jingheng's depressed mood improved a bit.

Sitting on the carriage waiting outside the palace gate, playing with the white porcelain vase in his hand, knowing that the other party may be surrounded by a group of ministers and unable to get away, he was not in a hurry, so he lit the small purple sand stove and started to cook tea.

The blue color was tumbling, overflowing with a light tea fragrance, Jingheng listened to the movement outside, and poured two cups of tea.

The curtain of the carriage was pulled up, and the familiar face of the man came into view, and the voice was as strong and powerful as ever: "Sorry, I'm late."

"Nothing." Jing Heng pushed the white jade cup over: "Try it?"

Qin Zheng sat down and kept rubbing the cup with his fingers, but he didn't drink it.

"I don't like it." Jing Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No," Qin Zheng chuckled, "I just don't want to."

As for what they are reluctant to part with, the two of them know it well.

"If you don't want to, why go?"

Qin Zheng smiled bitterly: "Because I can't let go."

I can't let go...

Yes, how can I let go?

There are eight winds and five sufferings in life. Knowing that you can’t get it, you ask for it, you know you know you can’t do it, but you do it, love is parted, and you can’t ask for it.

"Heh," Qin Zheng laughed softly, "Qin Zheng is a martial artist, there is only so much he can do..."

Jingheng lowered his eyes for a long while, his palms ached from being pinched by nails, but his voice was calm and calm: "Then I will stay in this Yandu, waiting for your triumphant return!"

Speechless all the way.

At this time in Prince Ding's Mansion, Jing He also heard the news that Qin Zheng was about to lead an army, lay on the couch with a faint smile and said, "How long are these two people going to be entangled?"

Obviously not ruthless, but he insisted on pestering her for more than ten years without any results.

Just as he was sighing, a young and clear voice suddenly came from the door: "My lord, it's time to drink the medicine."

Jing He immediately changed his appearance, and said with a smile: "You could have avoided doing these things."

"It doesn't matter." Huan Lan was wearing moon-white clothes today, and the corners of the clothes were embroidered with silk threads of the same color. He was already handsome, but wearing this way made him look even more tall and handsome.

Seeing that his clothes were no longer as thin as before, Jing He nodded in satisfaction, took the medicine and drank it in one gulp.

The candied fruit that was handed to his lips well suppressed the bitterness overflowing from his throat, and let Jing and Ben's brows that were frowned because of bitterness relax.

A few days ago, some fresh fruits and vegetables were sent to the Zhuangzi. Seeing the baskets of fruits, Huan Lan took some and made some preserves. The fruits pickled in honey were sweet and delicious, and Jinghe liked them very much.

Seeing that he drank the medicine, Huan Lan took his pulse habitually, feeling that His Royal Highness Prince Ding's pulse was much more stable, and his complexion was a little more bloody, so he couldn't help feeling at ease.

Different from the previous idea of ​​just curing the prince and returning safely, Huan Lan sincerely hopes that the prince can live a long life after getting along for a period of time.

"How?" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Jing He asked.

"It's much better." Huan Lan smiled, and there was a sense of relief between his brows, "With time, the prince's body will fully recover."

"That's good." Jinghe looked at the sky, and told Luluo beside him, "Let's prepare lunch."

"Yes." After Lu Luo agreed, she quietly retreated, and after a while, maids filed in, and the table was quickly filled with food.

After the two sat down, Jinghe looked at the dishes on the table, and raised his eyebrows calmly.

"I've boiled this pigeon soup for two hours. Don't you want to try it?" Huan Lan looked at the dazzling array of dishes on the table, and took a spoonful of the soup into the Jinghe bowl. It nourishes qi and blood, clears heat and detoxifies, and it is most suitable to drink in autumn."

Jing He raised his eyebrows again when he heard the words "replenishing the liver and strengthening the kidneys", but he didn't say anything, and quietly drank the soup.

Yam, fungus, wolfberry, red dates and various mushrooms are added to this soup, which is very light but has a lingering aftertaste.

Seeing Jinghe finished drinking a bowl, Huan Lan gave him another stir-fried fresh bamboo shoots with chopsticks.

Jing He still ate silently, and at the same time returned a piece of vinegar fish to the other party's bowl.

Huan Lan looked at the vinegar fish, the sauce was thick and mellow, the fish meat was pure white, the mouth was smooth and tender, and the fish bones were crispy. It was indeed delicious in the world, and he squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Seeing him like this, Jinghe just found it novel and interesting, so he couldn't help but pick up a few more chopsticks for him.

The lunch time was so pleasant and relaxed.

After the meal, Jinghe stood by the table and practiced calligraphy for a while, while Huan Lan nestled on the couch to read medical books.

Originally, Jinghe didn't have the habit of taking a nap, he just slept when he was tired, and it was only after Huan Lan set a daily sleep time that he got the habit of taking a nap.

But for some reason, Jinghe was exhausted throughout the day, but he felt much more energetic after setting a schedule for work and rest.

In Huan Lan's words, it's actually a matter of being free.

Jinghe, who had finished writing two large characters, was about to call Luluo in to take a nap for him, but when he saw someone who was lying on the couch reading a book fell asleep at some point, he couldn't help but smile, walked over to hug Huanlan, and hugged him Lu Luo, who came in time, shook her head slightly, and put her on the bed.

Huan Lan rolled around on the bed, hugged the quilt, rubbed it, and then fell asleep again.

Seeing that he looked interesting, Jinghe waved to Luluo to signal her to back off, and he took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.

Facing the sleeping face of the other party, he fell asleep unconsciously.

This sleep is an afternoon.

Under the warm eyes of the afternoon, the two embraced and slept together, and the scene was warm and quiet.