Lang Jun is coming

Pei Lian came in the middle of the night.As a result, Song Yiqing couldn't help but put on the outer robe that he had just taken off.When he got closer, he sniffed and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

But as soon as the words fell, Song Yiqing consciously asked the question.How can you not drink at the court meeting in the palace and the official banquet?

Only an hour ago, my father came back from the palace.I don't know how much I drank, but I just spat vigorously into the spittoon.He and his mother took care of him until now.

"Not much."

Pei Lian took off her court attire, and changed into the ivory-white eight-day casual attire.Drunkenness was raging, and his face turned red, so he still did not forget to respond to Song Yiqing's words in a warm voice.

Pushing a cup of hot tea in front of him to hangover for a while, Song Yiqing shook his finger and asked again: "How much is this?"

He intended to test whether Pei Lianzui was drunk, for fear that this person would not leave tonight.

Unexpectedly, Pei Lian propped his head up, suddenly held his hand to warm it in his palm, and uncharacteristically reproached softly with a nasal voice: "Ah Chi, don't make trouble."

Song Yiqing's hands are even more delicate like a scholar's, with an excellent touch.Pei Lian rubbed and played with her fingertips lightly, not feeling tired at all.

He couldn't touch the ground with his heels after several days of busy work, his eyes were slightly darkened, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked extremely tired.

Song Yiqing, who subconsciously wanted to break free, saw Pei Lian's appearance, and felt soft-hearted for a moment, so she followed his will for the first time.

Just this time.

he thinks.

After a while, Pei Lian fell asleep with his head propped up like this.Song Yiqing put a white fox fur cape on him that she often wears.Only then did he sit on the soft couch, looking at him wantonly by the candlelight.

On weekdays, Pei Lian always had a playful smile on his face.And because of hearing about him kicking off the legs of a corrupt Jiangnan official, in Song Yiqing's impression, this person is naturally strong.

But now, the plain clothes of the man opposite made his face pale.His usual smiling face also lost his charm due to his deep sleep.All these things made Pei Lian restrain his usual aggressive aura for no reason, making him look like a weak gentleman.

"That's it."

Temporarily suppress the faint throbbing in my heart.Song Yiqing shook her head helplessly, and found that Pei Lian, who showed a completely unknown side in private, seemed to be more able to arouse the desire to get close than before.

One hand was still held.I had to awkwardly take the book with the other hand to pass the time.

Although he closed his eyes, the slight sound of flipping a book came to his ears clearly.Pei Lian felt the warmth of her palm, as if all the treacherous turmoil that had haunted her for the past few days could be dissipated, turning them all into a pool of sparkling spring water.

He thought: The place where the heart is at ease is probably the case.

The cloak has a faint woody fragrance, as if left by Song Yiqing for a long time.The woody fragrance smelled comfortable and soft, and after a while, Pei Lian really fell asleep.

It was cold and windy outside, and it was snowing heavily.The banners on Qiaolou in Huaijing City rustled.The lights and flying snow reflected by thousands of households form a world of their own, like countless flying fireflies among reed flowers in spring.

In the Duxing post, the envoy of Daxing wrapped the warm wine in the copper pot with sheepskin, and then handed it to the person sitting by the brazier with the golden crown of lotus leaves on his head.

Jiang Ye reached out to take the jug, the calluses on his palms and fingertips were faintly visible in the candlelight.

He raised his head and took a sip of the wine, his whole body seemed to warm up instantly.In a blink of an eye, he saw the Heng Dynasty soldiers who were still guarding the door.It was freezing cold, and those people had chilblains on their faces and hands.

"Go, share the rest of the wine with them."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Ye threw the jug to his subordinates again, and raised his jaw before rushing to the door.

"Prince, do you really want to give it to them?"

The subordinate was very reluctant to hold the flagon.

The emperor said he was taking care of the daily life, but in fact he sent troops to guard them.Besides, the Heng Dynasty has a vast land and abundant resources, and there are all kinds of drinks.They have always scorned Daxing.I'm afraid they won't be able to please, but they will be ridiculed for the poor quality of the drinks.

Jiang Ye recalled the taste of wine in his mouth, rubbed the gold decoration on his waist, squinted his eyes and said: "Go. Daxing men dare to act bravely, no matter what, it is our fault."

"But that was clearly an accident! It's just that a woman died, why..."

"That's it!"

The subordinate was about to argue, but Jiang Ye interrupted him abruptly, and caught a glimpse of his master's wolf-like eyes, and finally stopped talking.

The charcoal fire in the basin "snapped", but it failed to wake up the sanity of the person sitting in front of it.

It was Jiang Ye's first time stepping into the Central Plains, and the Heng Dynasty's grand dynasty would be grand and magnificent, and it would be a lie to say it wasn't shocking.

But the most noteworthy thing is the noise made by Nan Fan at the banquet.As a dog of the Heng Dynasty, he was beaten with honey by the emperor for a long time.

People in Daxing always go straight and straight, but Ruo Hengchao likes to beat around the bush.Except for him, it took a long time for the others to come back.

The emperor beat his own dog for outsiders to see.

The poor Nanfan envoy is still proud of his country title of "Hening", but he doesn't know that he was once used as a knife by his master.

Thinking of the end, Jiang Ye's mind suddenly popped up the face he saw in the hall during the day.

They have a big saying.The more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are.