Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

The next day, the beggar was waiting for Han Fei at the agreed place as promised. From the time the cock crowed until this afternoon, the longer he waited, the more anxious he became. He was afraid that Han Fei's promise to him last night was just a joke.Just when he was disheartened, Han Fei walked towards him slowly, followed by a slightly fat middle-aged woman. Seeing Han Fei's figure, the beggar immediately knelt down in front of him and kowtowed to him reverently. With one head, "Little man Gao He, pay homage to the young master."

Seeing this, Han Fei stretched out his hand to slightly hold the beggar's forearm to help him up, and said to him gently: "So your name is Gao He, you can go to Han's house to work in the future, and you don't have to be polite when you see me. This is Aunt Sun from the Han family, you will follow her from now on."

Aunt Sun quickly said to Han Fei: "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely settle him down." Seeing that Han Fei was still wearing a purple dress that was not too thick, Aunt Sun frowned, and said, "Master Tianliang also You should wear more clothes and take good care of your body, why don't you see Yunyi waiting by your side, so I need someone to remind you."

"Hahaha, I don't mind doing things naturally." Han Fei was told by her like a guilty child, "Yunyi has something to do, so I have to say goodbye first." After finishing speaking, she ran away quickly, Only Aunt Sun and Gao He were left looking at each other.

Walking on the road, Han Fei rubbed his left hand, which was a little purple from the cold, with his right hand. It's a bit cold today, so he should drink some warm wine.Han Fei immediately turned around and went to "Must stop".Don't stop drinking, it's the best place to drink in the capital, with all kinds of fine wines available.Not long after, Han Fei arrived at Cup Moding, and the bleak autumn wind blew the thin purple hairband behind Han Fei's head, gorgeous and unassuming, like a peony in a summer garden.

Xiao Er didn't dare to neglect this person who looked like a banished immortal, so he walked quickly to Han Fei and said respectfully, "Guest officer, what kind of wine do you want?"

Han Fei touched his fair chin, thought for a moment, "Warm me a pot of Hantan incense."

Xiaoer suddenly felt troubled, and apologized to Han Fei: "I'm really sorry, guest officer, the last pot of Hantan incense has been reserved by a young master, he said he will come to pick it up later, please change it One kind."

After hearing this, Han Fei sighed, waved his hands to Xiao Er helplessly and said, "Then warm a pot of clear springs for me."

Served with a few plates of delicious side dishes, drinking the warm spring, listening to the little song sung by the young lady in the shop, I felt a little drunk, closed my eyes and tapped the time with my white fingers on the table. , looks so happy!The resentment of not drinking the cold pool incense before was swept away.

Just as Han Fei was intoxicated in the little song, he suddenly heard a very pleasant voice, just like the night wind from Zishan Mountain, "I'm here to fetch the incense from the cold pond." He seemed to be familiar with this voice, and Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes. He opened his eyes and saw a person he was more familiar with - Ying Zheng.The drunkenness disappeared immediately, and he was the one who had been trying to grab the cold pool incense from him for a long time.

Ying Zheng sensed the gaze beside him, turned his head and saw that Han Fei was looking at him with a slight smile, took the wine handed over by Xiao Er, walked to Han Fei, and saw that there was a bit of confusion in his eyes Feeling emotional, he was about to ask Han Fei why he was here, but before he could open his mouth, Han Fei asked him first: "It turns out that you are the one who robbed me of Hantan incense." It's a child who was robbed of candy, and it seems that I feel pity for it.

Ying Zheng looked amused, although this person was amazing, but sometimes he was really like a child, "When did I snatch it from my husband, this wine was originally given to him." Ying Zheng put the wine on the table, Looking at Han Fei's eyes immediately became bright after hearing this, and said to Han Fei with a serious face: "But now, Mr. is drunk, so let's drink this Hantan incense another day."

When Han Fei heard this, his mouth shrugged, and he reached out to grab the Hantan incense on the table. Before he could reach the wine jar, he was held down by a pair of big hands with sharp bones. Han Fei tried hard to pull out his hand, Nai He's strength was no match for Ying Zheng, and he lost his strength after struggling a few times. He looked at Ying Zheng with an aggrieved face, and heard the man say, "Mr. is drunk and should go home. I'll take him back."

Before Han Fei could react, Ying Zheng left the money and pulled Han Fei up and out of the wine house.Ying Zheng's warm hand was still holding Han Fei, Han Fei's hand was soft and cool, and seeing Han Fei's thin purple clothes, he frowned imperceptibly, "Sir, you should take care of your body." Ying Zheng then He took off his cloak and wrapped it around Han Fei carefully.

The cloak with Ying Zheng's warm body temperature cut off the harsh autumn wind, like a pair of warm arms tightly locking him, making Han Fei feel warmer in an instant.But right now, Han Fei's eyes were still blurred. While Ying Zheng was helping him tidy up his cloak with one hand, he snatched the wine jar in Ying Zheng's other hand, unpreparedly opened the wine cork, raised his head and drank it He had half a jar of wine, and the excess flowed down his snow-white and slender neck, and he wiped away the water marks on his chin with his long sleeves. This wild style was done by him, which only made people feel extremely elegant, without reducing his elegance.

With a smile, he handed the remaining half of the jug to Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng didn't say much, took the jug and drained the wine in one gulp.Looking up again, both of them looked at each other and laughed.

Ying Zheng looked at the darkening sky. The sky was as cold as water at night. He quickly got on his horse, held Han Fei's right arm with his left hand, and suddenly exerted force. Holding him in his arms, he wrapped his arms around him tightly, and with a low shout, the black horse picked up the wind, and instantly accelerated and galloped.

Ying Zheng hugged Han Fei and galloped on the road for a while, Han Fei leaned on Ying Zheng's chest obediently, his beautiful eyes were closed tightly as if he was asleep, the bleak autumn wind whizzed past his body, feeling the warmth, Han Fei couldn't bear it She shrank into Ying Zheng's arms.Ying Zheng froze, watching the person in his arms move like a kitten greedy for warmth, his thin lips could not help but rise up, the usual frost in his eyes melted a little, he couldn't help but increase his speed, and stretched out his hand to help Han He adjusted the cloak so that it could cover Han Fei from head to toe and protect him from the cold of the autumn wind.

The sky suddenly began to drizzle. Ying Zheng was afraid that Han Fei would get sick after getting drunk, so in order to get back to the small building in the middle of the lake as soon as possible, Ying Zheng turned his horse around and galloped down a narrow path instead of continuing to follow the official path.A carriage was driving towards him, and the path was narrow, so Ying Zheng drove his horse to the side to avoid it. After the carriage passed, Ying Zheng immediately accelerated with all his might.

When Ying Zheng ran away, the driver of the carriage said in a low voice, "Your Highness, I didn't expect to meet His Highness Seventh here. I don't know what he is holding in his arms..."

The blue veins on the forehead of the fifth prince Yinghu were faintly bulging, and he said angrily: "Drive your car well!" Just now through the gap in the car window, Yinghu was sure that the purple clothes in Yingzheng's arms definitely belonged to Han Fei, although The cloak covered his unparalleled handsome face, but Ying Hu recognized it was Han Fei's gown at a glance.Since the farewell at the palace banquet, that purple color has always lingered in my heart, and I will never admit my mistake.Unable to suppress the resentment in his heart, he gritted his teeth secretly and clenched his hands into fists until he heard the sound of bones cracking...

The surface of the lake is as calm as a mirror, and the drizzle makes the surface of the lake more lingering in autumn.Ying Zhengheng picked up Han Fei and walked to the inner room of the small building in the middle of the lake. He gently put him on the bed and touched Han Fei's dry clothes. Ying Zheng sat by the bed and reached out to caress Han Fei's cheeks. The forehead and palm temperature were normal, and I felt relieved. I pulled the quilt and wrapped Han Fei tightly. After thinking about it, I decided to make a bowl of hangover soup for Han Fei.

Ignoring my still wet clothes, I hurried to the kitchen.When he walked to the kitchen, Ying Zheng was a little helpless. Looking at Han Fei's outfit, he was definitely a son of a rich family, but looking at the "uncrackable" kitchen in front of him, except for a few pairs of bowls and chopsticks, he didn't even have the most basic salt. Do you really eat wine as a meal?So don't take care of yourself.

Ying Zheng reluctantly returned to Han Fei's room, but saw Han Fei get off the bed and sit on the ground. Ying Zheng immediately stepped forward to pull Han Fei up, but Han Fei didn't get up, and kept mumbling, wanting to Drinking in the moonlight... Ying Zheng softly advised him: "Sir, you're already drunk like this, so don't drink any more." Ying Zheng looked into the pair of peach blossom eyes without hesitation, and the warm and dim candlelight in the room cast pieces of brilliance , Yingzheng's dark eyes looked like black glass. He looked at Han Fei for a long time. These peach blossom eyes seemed to capture all the prosperity of the world. They could be as clear and pure as a spring in a mountain, and as vast and deep as the sea and sky of the universe. .Ying Zheng lowered his eyelids slowly, and a real, warm smile gradually bloomed on his face. Only then did he realize that he actually liked looking at Han Fei's eyes like this.

Han Fei blinked, his consciousness was fuzzy, and he felt that the expression of the person in front of him was too gentle, so gentle...it shouldn't be facing Han Fei.

By coincidence, Ying Zheng raised his hand and gently stroked Han Fei's cheeks that were slightly flushed from drunkenness.Ying Zheng's calloused hands gently stroked the soft skin, as if it was a unparalleled treasure in the world, and the next moment, the unparalleled treasure fell into his arms, and Han Fei rested on his broad shoulders, Warm breath caressed his neck, and the faint aroma of wine on Han Fei's body lingered around him, gradually entangled with each other's breath.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath suddenly, calmed down, and worried that he would do something terrible if he continued.Gently picked up Han Fei, put him on the wide bed, blew out the candle, walked out of the room lightly, and went to another bedroom.