Invincible drunk

It was already afternoon when Huan Lan woke up, she moved her body, but felt a pair of warm arms encircling her, she was startled, turned her head with effort, but saw the face of His Royal Highness Ding Wang who was very close at hand.

It has to be said that this His Highness's appearance is excellent: his features are handsome and free-spirited, and the gloom caused by years of lingering sickness has also subsided a lot.

As if disturbed by Huan Lan's actions, Jing He frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and blinked in a daze when he saw Huan Lan, and then broke into a faint smile.

Huan Lan originally wanted to ask why she was on His Royal Highness King Ding's bed, but when she saw Jing He's smile, she held her breath subconsciously. For a moment, she felt her face was hot, and the doubts in her heart were forgotten.

He had been living in the mountains with his master since he was a child, and Ji Ya himself was cold and indifferent. Although he did his best to teach this apprentice, he never taught him love in the world, so Huan Lan faced him. The throbbing of this moment is extremely panicky.

Hastily pushing away the arms around her body, Huan Lan lowered her head, very upset, but didn't know how to speak.

"Did you get enough sleep?" Seeing his flustered appearance, Jing He approached him jokingly and asked.

"Yeah." After a while, Huan Lan regained his composure, and said softly: "The grass people have exceeded the rules."

Seeing his appearance, Jinghe's eyes were more molestable, but it was rare to see the little doctor in distress, so he let him go.

Luluo, who was guarding the outside room, had already heard the movement, but Jinghe didn't give orders, so she never came in. Now hearing Jinghe's voice, she brought in the clothes of the two of them and waited for them to change.

Huan Lan was never used to this, so she tidied up her clothes and retreated.

Jinghe looked at his back, and the smile on his lips grew stronger...

On the other side, in General Dingguo's mansion, there was an uproar.

General Dingguo sat on the chair, with a dignified expression and a cold face, as if he had been angry.

In the lobby, Qin Zheng knelt straight, his face clearly showing reluctance and sadness, and he whispered, "Sending troops to Xiliang is a matter of time, Dad really doesn't have to..."

"Enough!" A cup of tea was thrown straight down, and Qin Zheng didn't dodge, letting the tea flow all over his body.

"Father!" It was Qin Zheng's younger brother, Qin Feng, who walked out of the door. Seeing this situation, he hurried forward and said, "It's useless to blame brother at this time, let's sit down and talk about how to fight." Getting back to Xiliang is the top priority!"

"Huh!" The old general snorted heavily, and said in a toneless way: "Everyone will only help this little bastard!" Even so, he indirectly forgave Qin Zheng's behavior.

"Brother, get up quickly! Dad forgives you!" Qin Feng immediately turned his head and said to Qin Zheng when he heard the softening in the old man's words.

"Thank you Dad!" Qin Zheng stood up, his words were a little sour: "Thank you... Dad for your understanding."

"Bastard!" The old general glared at him, but still shook his head: "Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, go here, be careful in everything."

"Yes!" Qin Zheng raised his eyes, the firm outline, bright eyes, and tall and straight body all made the old general sigh silently.

Sure enough... time makes people grow old!

Let these young people do the things of expanding the territory.

In the dark night, Emperor Ming stood on the steps, overlooking the shivering man kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently: "I asked you to calculate the marriage of the prince, but you calculated this for me!"

"Crack!" Zhezi fell from a high place to the ground, and Si Ming glanced at Zhezi tremblingly, and finally closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Reporting to the Holy Majesty, what I deduced is exactly this result!"

"Forget it," the tall emperor lowered his eyes, "step back."

Si Ming retreated tremblingly, layers of official uniform already drenched in cold sweat.

The candles in the palace were brightly lit, and the chief steward who was serving Emperor Ming came in cautiously, picked up the folder on the ground and said, "It's late at night, Lord Long Live, please rest early."

He kept his head down, so naturally he didn't see the sentimentality and loneliness that flashed across the face of the unattainable and incompetent king...

After all, the heights are too cold...

It is true that he believes in the destiny, but after all, he has been an emperor for so many years, and he has seen a lot of people's hearts, and he is somewhat clear about his son's refusal to marry a wife, but it is clear, but When I think of my child joining forces with others to deceive me, I still feel a bit of depression in my heart.

Su Jinse, Su Jinhuan... This pair of sisters, since they were brought into the palace, they have been imprisoned in disguise. The pair of women laughing and running in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, one of them died unexpectedly, and even the child who stayed behind was killed by him. It can only be preserved by such unbearable means, and the other one seems to have lost all popularity on the day his sister died. Although he is still talking and laughing at him, but he knows that in her heart, there is always... There is resentment...

A trace of exhaustion emerged in his heart, and Emperor Ming ordered to the steward: "Let's drive, go back to Panlong Palace."

The Panlong Palace is the place where the monarch rests daily, the steward didn't say much, and after a promise, he went and prepared not to mention it.

Inside the Panlong Hall, Dequan carefully dimmed the candlelight, and went out lightly.

On the wide dragon bed, the figure of the emperor was so lonely.

Emperor Ming was lying on the bed, but there was no sleepiness in his mind, and the past scenes passed by like a revolving lantern.

Under the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, two girls held an oil-paper umbrella together, shyly and timidly folded off a peach blossom and sniffed lightly, revealing a wrist as white as snow, and the silver bracelet on their hands jingled...

In the long pavilion, one girl was making tea quietly, while the other was leaning on the railing and playing the pipa. Since then, a song of "Nanke Meng" has entered my ears, and the ripples in my heart gradually appear...

On the boat back home, the two girls cuddled quietly, not saying a word, as if they were out of the way of everything that happened...

In the cold palace, there are always two women by my side, silently grinding out a cup of ink with the right shade, and pouring out a cup of tea with the right temperature...

And then, there was blood all over the place, the dying child, and the hopeless expression of the beautiful woman holding the child...

From then on, all the warmth went away from him, and there was no such thing as "Jing Zhaoyan" in the world, only one, the unattainable Emperor Ming who was restrained by many forces.

Emperor Ming smiled wryly, but remembered the words "not suitable for marrying a wife" on today's brochure, and sighed softly, he must have done his own crimes, the sage will not deceive me!