we can't stop

Xie Jiahang slept until late at night.

There was just a snowfall outside, and the bamboo joints were broken by the snow, and there were popping sounds from time to time.

He sat up from the dragon bed, and vaguely heard Han Xiu talking to someone in the outer hall.A court lady waited respectfully outside the door and saluted him: "Mr. Xie, the trolley is ready, do you still need it this time?"

Han Xiu heard the movement from a distance, and turned his head to look at him with a half-smile.

Xie Jiahang: "..."

Old official Xun tactfully closed his mouth and lowered his head, acting as a wallflower in place.

To be honest, he can be regarded as a faithful witness of the whole process of Xie Jiahang's life from the trough of his relegation to the cold palace to his rise to prosperity.Before retiring, we must record all of Han Xiu's micro-expressions and micro-movements on Xie Jiahang's related matters and pass them on to the successor officials for the benefit of the successors.

Han Xiu knew that Xie Jiahang liked to live with the group of people in Lenggong, so he didn't force him to keep them. He put a cloak on him and tied the tie with his own hands: "It's cold in the night, let's use a small cart like before."

"..." Push your head.

It is a man who has to walk back with his own legs once.

However, Xie Jiahang misjudged his physical condition, and within ten steps, he limped back, slumped on the small cart, and said to the maid, "Please."

Palace Maid: "..."

There is a nest of snakes and rats living in the Lenggong of the Great Wei. They all have extraordinary backgrounds, but they live and work here in peace and contentment.

The dilapidated courtyard, the desolate courtyard, I wonder if Fudi swept the snow in the courtyard tonight...

The trolley passed a magnificent and rich gate, Xie Jiahang glanced at the bright red lantern on the gate, and then looked away.

The cart stopped.

Xie Jiahang asked: "Why don't you leave?"

The maid stretched out her hand to help him: "Young Master Xie, we have already reached the cold palace."

"Clam?"

……

Xie Jiahang almost suspected that he had heard wrong.The palace lady knocked the door knocker lightly, and the little girl ran out happily: "Master Xie, you are back! Do you want to eat first, take a bath first, or eat me first..."

Xie Jiahang taught her this Japanese wife-style conversation, "Just eat you, I'm afraid Huang Shu will kill me."

"I... Wotou?"

"..." Good guy, I will draw inferences by myself.

The cold palace changed drastically in a day.

Xie Jiahang walked into the yard, only to realize that not only the front yard was renovated for a face-saving project, but also the hardware facilities were closely followed.

The roof of the cloister has been completely new, all the furniture in the house has been replaced with new ones, and the walls are shining brightly, especially his room facing the water room, where green plants are neatly arranged, and an ink screen changes shape and shadow, visually The upper space has more than doubled.

A vanity mirror was added beside the bed, and Xie Jiahang twitched his lips: "Does this mean that I want to be woken up by myself every day?"

The expansion of the water room has not been completed, and the small kitchen, which was too cramped for two people to squeeze in before, is spacious enough to accommodate seven or eight people to make dumplings in it at the same time.

Lu Xinyu wiped white face on Shao Jinqi's face, and was caught by Shao Jinqi and rubbed his head instead. Yin Zhengqi was wrapped in bandages, leaning on a new recliner, following Yang Gongjin's figure with his eyes.

Li Rui and Liang Qi were stirring the minced meat together, while Yang Shuhui and Shen Cheyuan chatted with each other, the latter sprinkled a handful of green onions into the minced meat from time to time, and had to push aside the dishonest mimosa with his feet.

With water in his hands, Huang Shu bumped Xie Jiahang with his shoulder: "Okay buddy, I didn't expect you to really fly on a branch and become a phoenix."

Fudi glared at Huang Shu, reminding him not to say such things in front of Shen Cheyuan.Xie Jiahang also didn't want to continue this topic: "How did you make the dumplings? There is still half a month before the Chinese New Year..."

Fudi whispered: "His Royal Highness is going back to Xiliang for the New Year. The customs of Xiliang and Wei are quite different, so we simply go through the process in advance."

She pointed to Xie Jiahang with her fingers one by one, "The noodles were given by the people in the imperial dining room to curry favor with us today. Tanggua, tofu and meat slaves and Young Master Huang will go out of the palace tomorrow to buy them. Mr. Shao borrowed ten brooms. Mr. Liang Bring several boxes of fireworks, make dough the day after tomorrow, knead steamed buns, stay up late in the morning to worship the stove. Let’s not sacrifice the stove, just stay up late to play cards with the prince, and cook a pot of Laba porridge by the way..."

Xie Jiahang couldn't help looking at Shen Cheyuan, who happened to be facing Shen Cheyuan.

Away from a few frolicking people, a few messy cooking tables, and the hustle and bustle of the room, Shen Cheyuan raised the corners of his mouth, showing a very quiet smile, with a little bit of insignificant loneliness.

The milky white mist steamed up, wrapping thousands of words in it, silently dissipating the aroma of dumplings in the room.

The first pot of dumplings is freshly baked.

Liang Qi and Li Rui brought a large round table, and everyone sat around with a bowl for each person.At the beginning of this autumn, everyone embraced their own unspoken secrets and built invisible and transparent barriers between each other.The end of the new year is approaching, and before you know it, there are already couples in the cold palace. There are no more secrets that need to be deliberately hidden, and there are no more pasts that are difficult to talk about.

When Xie Jiahang took his seat, there was only one vacant seat next to Shen Cheyuan.Yang Shuhui sat on the other side of Shen Cheyuan, holding a spoon to add soup to his bowl, "Xie Jiahang, come and sit here! This seat is occupied by Mimosa for you."

Both Lu Xinyu and Shao Jinqi followed their movements, one pretended not to be nervous, and the other had nervousness written all over his face.

With a calm expression on his face, Shen Cheyuan glanced at him lightly.

Xie Jiahang sat down and took a sip.

Shen Cheyuan pushed the sauce bowl closer, leaned over and asked him, "It's my first time making it, how is it?"

The prince looked like he was begging for compliments, and Xie Jiahang praised him very much: "It's crystal clear, and there are flowers pinched on it, it's really ingenious."

Huang Shu reminded him: "Fudi is the one who makes the dumplings..."

Fudi smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, Mr. Xie."

Xie Jiahang: "The stuffing is fresh and tender, and it's very finely chopped. Once you taste it, you will know that it's a big deal. It's different!"

"It's Li Rui who chops stuffing..."

Li Rui: "That's right, my father said that after the New Year he would teach me to disembowel people and let me practice sword skills first."

Audience: "..." Why would an old Chinese doctor disembowel someone?

Xie Jiahang asked Huang Shu in a low voice, "So what does Shen Cheyuan do?"

Huang Shu asked speechlessly: "Didn't you see him meeting when you walked in?"

did not see it.Because all Xie Jiahang's attention was on changing from the dirty food stalls on the street to the kitchen furnishings in the back of a five-star hotel, at most he just glanced at Shen Cheyuan absent-mindedly.

What's more, how can anyone praise dumplings for their skin?

Continuously flattering the horse's legs, Xie Jiahang bit the bullet and forcibly made amends: "Before, it was just to attract jade, the best part of this dumpling is of course the skin! It can be broken by blowing bombs, and the thickness is uniform. I can eat a big bowl of dry skin." !"

Shen Cheyuan stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the minced meat in his bowl: "As you wish."

Xie Jiahang: "..." What does it mean to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot?

For the first time in Xie Jiahang's life, he ate a whole bowl of noodles.The situation where he was eating the skin and eating the stuffing continued halfway through, with an innocent smile on Shen Cheyuan's face, he threw the meat stuffing to Mimosa in front of his face with great vengeance.

If it weren't for the scruples about being a high-level intellectual, Xie Jiahang would definitely snatch food from his mouth.

Fortunately, this is just the first pot of dumplings.

A total of three pots were cooked throughout the night, and everyone worked together to have enough food and clothing.As expected of Fudi's housekeeping skills, the dumplings she made were filled with big and thin skins. Master Huang Shu and Huang followed her to draw gourds, but the fillings were exposed as soon as they were boiled in boiling water, and they were firmly stuck to the bottom of the pot. .

Fudi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stayed in the kitchen by herself to scrub the pot vigorously.

Feeling guilty, Huang Shu ignored Shao Jinqi's yelling "Hey, why are you going? The Three Kingdoms killed the army and competed for seven missing one!", and insisted on getting into the kitchen to help clean up.

Shao Jinqi yelled and got no response. He turned his head angrily, and dropped the cards in his hand: "What should we do now? How can seven people play?"

Xie Jiahang smiled mysteriously: "Who said that the Three Kingdoms Killing card can only be used to play Three Kingdoms Killing? With suit points, you can play Turtle Draw." It happened that there was no need to draw the big and small kings.

Shao Jinqi: "What is smoking a turtle?"

Xie Jiahang smiled slightly.

So that night, Qingdun double-buttoned the turtle, the bullfighter stared blankly, and bowed the pig to protect the emperor.

Bloody battle till dawn.

Xie Jiahang was the champion of Doudizhu in Shanghai when he was an undergraduate. He wanted Doudizhu and other poker games to flourish in ancient times, but after thinking about it, it seems that it is not suitable.

There was no other reason. Strictly speaking, the guys who played with him all belonged to the feudal landlord class, and his boyfriend was also the largest landlord in the Wei Kingdom. Thinking about it this way, he might be...a landlord wife?

Xie Jiahang had goose bumps all over his body.

In short, it was too weird to play Landlords with these people, so he dismissed the idea.

At the end of December, sugar melons were eaten in the streets and alleys of Xuchang, and children ran around everywhere.

Shen Cheyuan returned to Xiliang.

Yin Zhengqi's injury was almost healed, Yang Gongjin thought again and again, boldly took him back to the Yang family, and told his parents that he would always be with this guy for the rest of his life.

This scene was too similar to a few years ago. Mrs. Yang, who had been waiting for her son to come home for many years but was disappointed for many years, was aroused from the pain in her heart. She took a pole and beat her son who was still not learning well.Yin Zhengqi tried his best to protect Yang Gongjin, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, old injuries and new injuries recurred, and he lay in the cold palace for five full days.

On the fifth day, Yang Gongjin, who hadn't had sex for a long time, couldn't bear it anymore, and pressed him on the bed with his hands up and down.

Yin Zhengqi's body is very cooperative, only one mouth is still weakly resisting: "Respectfully, the sky is bright..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yang Gongjin squinted at him, "You can't move me!"

Yin Zhengqi: "..."

Yang Gongjin climbed up on him and took off his clothes, he was immediately tongue-tied and couldn't utter a word soon.

This one-sided self-help and double-sided indulgence. After the incident, he remembered what he hadn't finished saying: "My mother has planted a voodoo in me, and she will know if I get hurt."

Yang Gongjin's face was full of spring, his body and mind were satisfied, and his tone became gentle: "Why? Can she still come to Wei to argue with my mother?"

Yin Zhengqi didn't dare to tell him...she really would.

But even Yin Zhengqi underestimated the Nanman saint who was born in the Five Poison Sect.

Not only did she want to control whether her son's personal safety was threatened, but she even wanted to know whether her son was seduced into bed by dubious guys in Weiguo.

... That's right, that Gu can also detect Yin Zhengqi's indescribable in real time.

Poor parents in the world.On this day, when she first found out that her son was seriously injured, and then found out that his son was indescribable, a 1080p silky-smooth movie with the theme of sex, violence, and violence immediately appeared in her mind.

She picked up the thing and broke into the Nanman palace, picked up the collar of the Nanman king and yelled: "My son's father! My son was raped and raped in Wei State!"

The Wei State team does not train at the end of the year, and the players from other places are allowed to return to their hometowns and return to Xuchang for training after the year.The Xuchang local players also took a long vacation to blend into the atmosphere of the streets.

Ever since she established a relationship with Han Xiu, the maid on duty in the bedroom ran to the cold palace all day long, wishing she could invite Xie Jiahang to sit in the palace at twelve hours a day.

Xie Jiahang put down the Three Kingdoms Killing card, and made a nondescript bow to the card players: "Sorry, let's slip first."

As soon as he arrived at Han Xiu's study, he was hugged and sat on the desk by Han Xiu, his lips crossed and his breath entangled.

Han Xiu bit down his neck and said, "I don't want to go to bed today, I'm here..."

Before Xie Jiahang could speak, a guard rushed in: "Your Majesty!"

Seeing what was going on in the hall, he immediately fell silent, his face turned pale, and he was in a dilemma.

Han Xiu dissatisfied: "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to come in to disturb you if there is no important matter?"

The guard closed his eyes and said loudly, "Your Majesty! It's a big deal!"

Han Xiu pulled Xie Jiahang's clothes, narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's the big deal?"

"Your Majesty! The Nanman has invaded! The Nanman King gathered an army of [-] troops to attack our southern border!"

"..."

Xie Jiahang was taken aback, but Han Xiu didn't care, and waved his hand: "Back off, don't come in to disturb you if there is something important."

Xie Jiahang couldn't believe how he reacted to the invasion of foreign enemies. He was afraid that he would be nailed to the pillar of shame in history along with Daji concubine Feng Xiaolian and others. deploy……"

Han Xiu opened his clothes again, calmly continued with the unfinished business, and took the time to reply: "The King of the Southern Barbarians comes here once or twice a year, and this time it must be to get his son back. Don't worry about him. You will know what to do, just leave him alone, and he will definitely retreat within seven days..."

Xie Jiahang: "..."

Dude, none of the rulers of the other two countries is a normal person.