Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

The sky in September is always bright and early.

Early in the morning, the camp heard the voices of soldiers talking at the top of their voices.The discussion among the people was in full swing, of course, the taste of the cream cake that Song Qingyuan gave them last night.

Because of the large number of soldiers, even if the cake bakers had been busy for a whole day from morning to night, what each of them got was only the size of a child's palm.

The food intake of these Mobei warriors is much larger than that of ordinary people, and yesterday's cake is enough for them to taste.Therefore, as soon as they woke up this morning, everyone began to miss the soft and sweet taste of cream cake.

"I wonder when His Highness will treat us to another cake?" In the barracks, a man was wearing a belt, smashing his mouth and remembering the taste of the cake.

"You should stop thinking about it." The fellow next to him turned his head and glanced at him, "Do you know how the layer of "cream" on the cakes you ate yesterday came from? "

Seeing his eloquent words, the crowd hurriedly gathered around him, leaning towards him and said, "Do you know how to do it? Tell us quickly!"

The man shook his head, pretending to be deep and said: "I heard about it from one of His Highness's stewards. This cream needs to be left to stand for half a day with milk, then the topmost essence is taken, and then honey is added." and fruit puree, and it is finally obtained by whipping a hundred times."

"So complicated?" One person was surprised.

"That's right!" The man nodded and continued: "The cakes we ate yesterday were made with all the milk of the Muhe tribe. It would be nice for you to taste such precious things." , How can I eat it every day on weekdays?"

After hearing what he said, everyone was busy lamenting that the preparation method of the cream cake is complicated and the materials used are expensive, no wonder it is so sweet.

For a time, the taste in memory becomes even more nostalgic.

In the camp in the distance, the soldiers continued to make various sounds, a scene of people cheering and horses shouting.

The main tent on the other side is much quieter.

Don't look at Song Qingyuan's resolute back when he left yesterday, but he was just pretending to be calm.

When lying down on the couch, his heartbeat was no slower than that of Lian Ti who was holding a cake outside.

Song Qingyuan slowly picked up a chopstick of cold shredded chicken, and looked up at the unexpected visitor opposite.

Lian mentioned that he came to Song Qingyuan's tent early in the morning, saying that they would have breakfast together.However, all the dishes were served, and he didn't move his chopsticks. He only raised his eyes and secretly looked at Song Qingyuan who looked normal.

Song Qingyuan just pretended not to notice, and drank the porridge slowly.After a long time, he cleared his throat and said, "Isn't the king here for breakfast? Why don't you move your chopsticks?"

Lianti let out an "oh" in a trance, and took a bite out of the mustache on the side.

Seeing his appearance, Song Qingyuan sighed, put down his spoon and said, "If you want to ask the king, just ask."

Hearing this, Lian Ti hesitated for a long time before asking: "What did His Highness say yesterday... what does it mean?"

Song Qingyuan pursed his lips, and said deliberately: "I'm joking with the king, what's wrong?"

Lian Ti looked at the person in front of him, saw that his expression was calm and did not seem to be fake, his heart sank, and he nodded slowly.

The two sat straight like this, and neither of them took the lead in breaking the situation.

Although it had been covered up, the loss of Lian Ti still fell into Song Qingyuan's eyes, and Song Qingyuan showed a bit of hesitation on his always moody face.

During this period of time, he clearly noticed that his feelings for Lian Ti were unusual.But no matter in the previous life or now, he has never been tempted by anyone, and he really doesn't know whether his feelings for Lian Ti count as liking.

With a cautious attitude, Song Qingyuan originally planned to give an answer after a few days of consideration, but never thought...

Forget it, in the end it was me who was impulsive and deliberately teased others without thinking clearly.Song Qingyuan coughed lightly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Lian Ti's voice resounding in the big tent: "Your Highness, do you want milk tea?"

Song Qingyuan: "..."

Well, let me think about it for a few more days.

After being stunned for a moment, he asked, "Is it the one I drank when I was in the king's palace?"

Lian Ti nodded, his face had returned to its original appearance.

Song Qingyuan still remembered the taste of that milk tea.Previously, every morning, he would go to the Lianti Palace to discuss important matters, and Sahe would bring out a pot of fragrant milk tea after the matter was over.

It was precisely because of it that Song Qingyuan started his life of going to the Lianti Palace for food from time to time.

But he remembered that there was no Sahe beside Lian Ti on this trip.The reason why the milk tea has a unique flavor is because the production method and raw materials are difficult to reproduce. Now that Sahe is not around, who can cook that flavor?

Song Qingyuan asked his doubts, and Lian Tiwen explained in a warm voice: "The milk tea that His Highness drank before was all cooked by me."

Before he came, he made the milk tea and kept it warm on the stove, and let Sahe serve it after the discussion was over...

Song Qingyuan's face froze, for some reason, his heart was sore and soft.

He nodded and said softly: "Since the king left the royal court, I haven't had a drink for several months..."

After a while, the milk teapot on the small charcoal stove made a sound of "gurgling", and the familiar aroma of milk tea lingered on the tip of Song Qingyuan's nose.

Lian Ti handed over a cup of light brown milk tea, and reminded in a warm voice: "Your Highness, be careful."

Holding the slightly hot milk tea in his hand, Song Qingyuan suddenly said, "I may not be in Mobei for a while."

Hearing this, he stopped holding the hand holding the teapot, turned around and asked, "Is Your Highness going back to Yanyun?"

"Yeah." Song Qingyuan nodded, and explained: "When I set off for Huijing, I was in a hurry, and I didn't handle many things well..."

Yanyun is Song Qingyuan's home, even if he wants to go back, it's normal, he shouldn't stop him.

Lian Ti said silently in his heart, but he pinched his own palm so as not to change his expression.

"I went to Yanyun this time to deal with these matters."

As soon as Song Qingyuan finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head.

When talking about Yan Yun just now, Song Qingyuan used "go" instead of "return". Does this mean that he will come back after dealing with Yan Yun?

Although he knew that it might just be Song Qingyuan's casual remarks, there was still hope in Lian Ti's heart, and he whispered: "Your Highness, will you return to the royal court after finishing the matter?"

Compared with usual, Lian Ti's tone was obviously a little anxious, and his speaking speed was much faster than usual.

"Of course." Song Qingyuan looked blank, not knowing why Lian Ti would ask such a question.

He thought it was because there were a lot of things in Mobei recently, and he was afraid that no one would deal with it, so he explained: "The tea trees in the tea house will go through winter, and I have to come back before winter. The time is a bit urgent. Returning to Mobei, there will be many things to do in the future, I guess I can't spare time to deal with Yanyun's affairs, so I can only choose now..."

Following Song Qingyuan's explanation, Lian Ti's tense body relaxed.

Seeing that the smile on Lian Ti's face was getting deeper and deeper, Song Qingyuan finally realized that he was worried that he would not come back after going to Yanyun?

He turned his head away, his face was hot.

Lian Ti's eyes were burning, and he said to himself: "Should I send an army to escort His Highness? When His Highness comes back, which way should I go, and I will meet His Highness in advance?"

"No, it's better for me to lead the army to station in Yanshan. I can receive any news in time..."

Song Qingyuan finally looked at the other party, his heart moved, and after a long time of deliberation, he blurted out uncontrollably: "When I return to Mobei, let's... have a talk?"

Lian Ti's chattering stopped immediately.

"What does Your Highness want to talk to me about?" His heart tightened.

Suddenly, the heart that had been happy because of Song Qingyuan's long explanation and the three words "Hui Mobei" suddenly froze, and even his voice became a little flustered.

"Talk about us." Song Qingyuan said softly.

Like a prisoner waiting for the final sentence, Lian Ti stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Looking at Lian Ti, who was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands, Song Qingyuan's uneasy mood calmed down instantly. He took a sip of the milk tea at the right temperature, and then said after deliberation: "For the relationship between men and women..."

Seems like a misnomer.

"for……"

Song Qingyuan thought for a long time but couldn't think of any suitable substitute words, so he simply fooled it, "Anyway, I have never been very good at this, so now I don't want to understand what my feelings for you are, whether it is a lover's love or not. The kind of liking you see, do you understand?"

Lian Ti's heart was beating so fast that for a moment he couldn't even tell whether Song Qingyuan's words were the real reality or his imagination caused by too deep thoughts.

After a long time, Lian Ti said hoarsely: "I understand, His Highness can consider these things, I..."

"Don't talk yet." Song Qingyuan raised his hand to interrupt him, "Listen to me first."

"Okay." Lian Ti agreed quickly.

"I need some time to think about my feelings for you. It may be three or five days, but it may also take a long time..."

After all, no one can say for sure about enlightenment.Before Song Qingyuan could finish his sentence, Lianti looked at him intently, with a firm expression on his face: "Even if His Highness has not considered it clearly, my affection for His Highness will never change."

As loyal as an eagle soaring in the sky.Once you choose your lover, it will not change throughout your life.

Where his lover is, so will his broad wings fly.

Song Qingyuan replied slowly, but the tips of his ears were already slightly red.

Tsk, why did this person suddenly confess his love while talking?Can you think about the actual situation, he hasn't finished speaking yet...

The atmosphere in the tent fell into silence again, but this time no one felt uneasy, and both of them felt at ease after the hanging heart fell down.

After a long time, Lian Ti suddenly said: "If His Highness wants to confirm his mind, there is actually an easier way."

"What way?" Song Qingyuan asked without raising his head while holding the milk tea.

"Your Highness, stand up first."

Song Qingyuan didn't understand what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, but he stood up anyway.

Lian Ti took the porcelain cup in Song Qingyuan's hand with a smile, put it on the table, and before he recovered, he wrapped his arms around Song Qingyuan's waist and pulled him into his arms.

"That's it," Lian Ti whispered in Song Qingyuan's ear, "Does Your Highness feel uncomfortable?"

Lian Ti's embrace was the same as his own, aggressiveness was hidden under gentleness, but it was extraordinarily calm, making people unable to help but fall into it.

Song Qingyuan's nose brushed against Lianti's neck, and he could smell his breath, with the fragrance of milk tea.

He nodded calmly. "Okay."

Lian Ti looked at his slightly hot ear tips, didn't expose it, chuckled lightly, and asked half-bewitchingly: "Then... how about this?"

The author says:

Lian mentioned mood: big ups and downs, big ups and downs...