The Drunkenness of the White Fox Lying in the Arms of Two Kings

When they went back, Ling Xuan didn't ride a horse, but sat in the carriage with Yuhu. Seeing Yuhu casually eating snacks, Ling Xuan thought that he didn't like the taste and said, "If you don't like it, don't insist on it."

"Ah..." Yuhu looked at Ling Xuan inexplicably, thinking that Ling Xuan knew about the matter between himself and Wan Yanjing, he was startled, blinked, and said: "What do I like or not? Not willingly."

"What are you talking about? I told you not to eat that snack if you don't like it." Ling Xuan frowned slightly and looked at Yuhu, who lowered his head, and said, "Did something happen to you last night? Did someone force you to eat it?" what you do?"

"Ah?! Of course not!" Yuhu shook his hands and said, denying it immediately, wondering why this guy is smarter than a monkey.

"Really?" Ling Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously not very convinced by the answer.

"You still don't believe my words!" Yuhu said with wide-eyed eyes, clapped the crumbs of the dim sum on his hands, changed the subject, and said, "What's the name of this yellow dim sum? no the same."

"Short cake? I don't know where Yuhu eats it?" Ling Xuan raised an eyebrow and asked Yuhu. After hearing Ling Xuan's question, Yuhu knew that this time was over for him. It was like throwing himself into a trap. Is there a fox dumber than him? !Oh my god... You can knock me out with a big thunder, or you can knock out the guy opposite me...

Yuhu was full of grief in his heart, and wished he could slap him twice, but the matter had already come to this point, and it was impossible not to say anything.

"Ah...hehe, Crown Prince Wanyan chatted with me a few days ago, saying that the butter cake in my hometown is delicious, and I said I hadn't tried it before, so he sent someone to bring some over." Yuhu was very calm on the surface, but If someone puts his hand on his chest at this time, he will understand one sentence deeply, that is, "little deer bumping around". Unfortunately, his "crashing" is not because of heartbeat, but because of guilty conscience.

"Well, it seems that the two of you are quite familiar with each other." Ling Xuan said, picking up the teacup on the small table.

"Also... not very familiar, just met a few times." Yuhu suddenly felt a guilty conscience, coughed lightly and said.

As soon as Yuhu finished speaking, he felt his chin being lifted, and then his lips were sucked in his mouth.

"Hmm..." Yuhu felt that Ling Xuan was pressing on him, wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, and reached into his robe with the other.

"No... woo..." Yuhu pushed Ling Xuan away and said, "What are you doing?" After speaking, he wiped the saliva on his lips with his robe.

"Keep warm." Ling Xuan teased, propping his head on one hand, while Yuhu retaliated with a slap in the eye, but the person involved didn't seem to care.

ten days later

Yuhu stayed in his palace obediently these few days, looking at the books on the shelf from time to time. He heard that the emperor's birthday will be in a few days. There is no wrong treatment, so Yuhu wanted to perform something at the birthday banquet, but he didn't have much ink in his stomach. If he wanted to write poems and lyrics, it seemed that he was close to it. After deliberation, Yuhu decided to let the cabinet scholar Write a birthday poem for yourself, and then send it with flowers and Buddha.

Yuhu thought so and rushed to the cabinet hall. The scholar hurriedly saluted Yuhu when he saw Yuhu. Hearing Yuhu's request, he immediately agreed and asked Yuhu to wait for a while before writing by himself. Yuhu waited for less than a moment Then I saw the great scholar came out with four or five pieces of paper, and said: "These are all birthday greetings written by a humble official. Your Highness will choose a favorite song and copy it to the emperor."

"Thank you very much." Yuhu nodded, flipped through it casually, and walked back to his palace with the stack of papers.

After going back, Yuhu was a little sleepy, so he put the poem on the table beside him, and lay down on the soft couch to rest.

After a while, the maids outside the door saw Ling Xuan walking towards this side, and after the two court ladies saluted, Ling Xuan sent them away.

When Ling Xuan walked in, he saw Yuhu lying on the soft couch under the window, the sunlight shone on Yuhu's body through the window paper, the brightness was slightly hazy.

Ling Xuan put the blanket on Yuhu's body, looked sideways and saw a few poems on the table next to him, wondering when this lazy Yuhu started writing poems, so he got up and walked to the desk.

Ling Xuan picked up the stack of poems and looked at them. They were all birthday poems, clichéd and nothing new, and even if the poems were changed, they would remain the same.

When Ling Xuan looked up, he saw that Yuhu was taking a nap, so he picked up a brush to smear ink on it, pressed the paper with a paperweight, and wrote: "In the middle of the night, in Taichung, the spring night is rich in gold."

A dash of romance makes gentleness, and the spring color is strong at this moment.

The beauty of the country and the city, and the intoxication of all living beings.

The song stage and dance pavilion are full of affection, and the long night will be with you. '

Ling Xuan wrote a poem casually, put the brush on the edge of the inkstone, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking at Yuhu who was beside him, he felt that the poem was really lifelike.

Ling Xuan really wanted to see Yuhu's expression when he saw this poem, but he still had classes in the afternoon, so he couldn't delay for a long time. Ling Xuan removed the paperweight, blew on the ink on it and put it back on the table.

Ling Xuan walked back to the soft couch, pulled up the quilt, and said, "I'm off to practice martial arts, and I'll see you next time." After speaking, he turned and left Yuhu's bedroom.

(I want to leave a message...motivation...sisters, please give me strength...sweat!)