Royal rice bug, worm worm!

Wei Yu coughed lightly: "If I remember correctly, it was a father-in-law who was called 'Grandpa' last time without relatives or reasons."

"No, no, I don't dare to compare Shaoqing with that. What I mean is that the boy and Wei Shaoqing can be regarded as 'related and related'." Fig winked, connoting Li Xi.

On Qushui Terrace, Li Xi's "Daddy" yelled that the city was full of wind and rain, even a saint knew it.

Li Xi kicked him angrily, "Hurry up and deliver the painting!"

"Here!" Fig smiled flatteringly at Wei Yu, got on the little donkey and ran away.

After running to the intersection, he turned his head and said to Wei Yu, "My family, A-Lang, has asked his grandfather to take care of him. He hasn't eaten yet..."

What responded to him was Li Xi's small riding whip with a silver handle.

"Isn't this habit of throwing things casually learned from a sage!" Fig put the little silver whip into his arms, and shouted shyly, "Thank you, Alang."

"roll!"

"Hey~"

Li Xi had a tender face and didn't even look at Wei Yu, obviously still angry about what happened last time.

Wei Shaoqing's refusal was clearly justified, and he didn't mean not to help.However, it doesn't affect the millet bug's temper.

Wei Shaoqing finally helped, and successfully cleared the grievance for Fig.It still doesn't affect the millet bug's temper.

Don't ask him why he is so narrow-minded and self-willed, the favored one is so fearless.

Wei Shaoqing is willing to indulge.

Li Xi rode forward on the horse, and he stepped forward, following without haste.

"My lord left just like that?"

The horseshoe rattled, Li Xi ignored him.

"Hey, Mr. Wei still owes the prince a drink, it seems that today is not enough."

Da da da, still ignore.

"I wanted to tell the prince how to get Yang Huai to make a confession, but it seems that no one listened."

Li Xi finally turned her head, "Are you irritating me?"

Wei Yu smiled, "Did I succeed?"

"Become the tail hair of a bear!"

Xiao Fu Wang will never admit defeat!

Although he really wanted to hear the story, but for the sake of face, the young prince Li Xi gritted his teeth and decided to stay away from this black-bellied young minister.

Suddenly, a scent of ink wafted over, and a warm and firm embrace came from behind.

Li Xi stared blankly at Wei Yu as he landed on the horse's back, and stretched out his two arms to circle him!

"You, you don't know how to behave!" Xiao Fu Wang was stern.

"Wei just wants to treat the prince to a drink." Wei Shaoqing was gentle and calm.

"I don't have money to buy wine? I don't want to eat yours!"

"Then tell a story about how the Shaoqing of Dali Temple wittily interrogated the leader of the thief and rescued his loyal companion for the little prince."

Li Xi paused, "That...what is the little prince like?"

"Intelligent, kind, and quick-witted."

"He is obviously brave, invincible, suave, and the most beautiful man in Chang'an!"

Wei Yu smiled, "It's true."

Xiao Fu Wang raised the corner of his mouth, "Actually, I'm not interested at all, you begged me to listen."

"Well, Wei begs the prince."

"Then I'll try to make it harder to hear."

Really brave, invincible, suave, and the most beautiful man in Chang'an, Wei Shaoqing, lightly clamped the horse's belly, circled Xiao Fu Wang, and headed towards the West Market.

Changle Palace.

Mrs. Yang sat at the bottom, guarding a small charcoal stove, and cooked pears for the Queen Mother.

These are late-ripening pears harvested in autumn last year. They have been sealed in an earthen kiln, and somehow they have been preserved for several months.Two days ago, today, the Lord ordered people to bring out two baskets, one basket was divided among the palaces, and the other basket was sent to the Queen Mother, which is considered a rarity.

Yang could not hold her breath for a long time, but the queen mother kept rambling, and she didn't dare to interrupt.

I don't know why, but the Empress Dowager always greets people with a smile on her face, she is especially kind to the juniors, she has never even lost her temper, Yang is just afraid of her.

Especially, something like Yang Xixi happened again.

In just a few days, the rumor spread all over the city.

Now, even a three-year-old child knows that the cousin girl of Fu Wang's mansion has grown up, and in order to compete with Fu Wang and the county magistrate, she actually tampers with the saddle. She is really a white-eyed wolf!

Yang Xixi has been pretending all these years, isn't she just trying to gain a good reputation?So far, not only has his reputation been ruined, but he has also tossed himself into Dali Temple.

The serious crime of murdering the emperor's heir should have been tattooed on the face, but it was avoided because of the empress dowager's pleading.

Seeing Yang's absent-minded appearance, the Empress Dowager finally got down to business: "The child is still locked up in Dali Temple. If you want to go see it, you can use my palace card. Two days later, you will enter the Ye Court. I can't see you anymore."

"No, there's no need." Yang frowned, "When I think about misidentifying her all these years, I just..."

She knew that the Empress Dowager must have known about Yang Xixi's life experience, and there was no need to hide it.

The queen mother persuaded: "Even if it is not your own, at least it has been raised by your side for more than ten years, what is the difference between it and your own?"

Yang thought that the queen mother was beating her, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, mother, I will treat Xiaobao as my own. After all..."

After all, Prince Fu's Mansion still counted on him.

The Queen Mother sighed softly.

Actually, she was talking about Yang Xixi.As long as Yang Shi is willing to intercede, she doesn't mind giving up this old face to beg the saint.

However, Yang didn't even have a word of intercession, and asked instead: "Mother, do you really not know where my child is now?"

The Queen Mother avoided her gaze, looked out the window, and said: "Back then when you traded a daughter for a son, you almost exposed your secrets, and you came to beg me to deal with the aftermath when you couldn't cover it up. ?”

"That bitch Hu Ji! She must have blamed me for snatching her child, so she designed to take my daughter out of the house." Yang gritted her teeth angrily, "If I hadn't been weak after giving birth, she—"

"She's dead." The queen mother took a pat on the table, which made Yang shiver in fright.

The Empress Dowager closed her eyes and said: "The dead are the most important, the past is over. Yueniang, even for Zhiniang and Jinniang, you should live in peace."

Yang pursed her lips and answered vaguely.

The queen mother closed her eyes and said no more.

It wasn't until Yang's back disappeared at the end of the veranda that she slowly said: "At the beginning, Ah Zhen said that Yang was cool, I thought he was fascinated by Hu Ji, but now I realize that I misjudged the person."

Thinking of his son who passed away early, he couldn't help feeling sad, "At the beginning, my A Zhen couldn't count on her, but now my book... doesn't need her to hurt her."

Dou Qingtai put the soft cashmere blanket on her lap, and persuaded: "Our little prince has his own mother who loves him, and we really don't need her. Oh, by the way, there is also a saint, who also loves the little prince from the bottom of his heart. "

"He?" The queen mother curled her lips as if angry, "it depends on my permission."

……

Little Fu Wang, who was loved so much that he had to soak a piece of candied fruit in his saliva, was sitting in a small and dark tavern in Xishi, eating coarse grains and drinking light wine.

It was the Xiangfu Tavern that I visited last time.

The wine in the restaurant is all turbid wine, which is not fragrant enough, and if you drink too much, it will still be on the top.

When he came last time, Wei Yu didn't pay much attention to Li Xi, to be precise, he was a little bored, and let him drink bad wine without feeling sorry for him.

Not this time.

He prepared the wine in his private collection in advance, as well as a pair of small wine cups made of snowflake porcelain.The pale pink wine was poured in, clear and attractive, exuding a faint sweet aroma.

Li Xi's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he drank it all in one gulp, and smacked his lips: "Where can I get good wine? I've never had it from a saint!"

Wei Yu poured him another cup, "The old roots of grapes brought back by General Chai from outside the pass have been carefully cultivated for three years. Last year, they were full of vines and purple fruits. Princess Pingyang squeezed the juice by herself and made grapes Brewed, naturally the palace can’t drink it.”

Li Xi suddenly felt that it was not sweet anymore, but also a little sour, "You have a really good relationship with the Chai family."

"The Chai family is very kind to me. If it wasn't for Shen's brother, I would still be here..." Wei Yu paused and didn't continue.

Li Xi tilted her head, "What else?"

"Still feeding the pigs at the foot of the hunting mountain."

Li Xi burst out laughing.

No one in Chang'an City knows that this Wei Shaoqing was able to write poems at the age of three, and was in high school at the age of 16. His teacher was the former Taifu, a great Confucian of the Zheng family.

"Brother Wei really knows how to joke."

Wei Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, but did not explain.

Li Xi originally wanted to say stiffly, "Master Chai's wine can't be drunk", but smelling the sweet and fragrant smell, he still couldn't hold back, and took a small sip.

Then he changed his words without being too forceful: "No, it doesn't make sense for him to call you Shu Yun, I call you Brother Wei, and I want to call you Shu Yun too."

Wei Yu's eyes fell on the soft tip of his tongue, and he said in a strange way: "The wine is on the corner of his mouth."

Li Xi quickly stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it, "No!"

Wei Yu's eyes sank, "The other side."

The tip of the soft tongue protruded from the lips again, and licked the other corner of the mouth, "It's still not there!"

"At this……"

Wei Yu stretched out his hand and gently rubbed against his lips.

Li Xi stuck out his tongue subconsciously, and by coincidence, he licked his fingertips.