Shuangjiao

A hundred days after the crown prince passed away, the emperor ordered Qin Tianjian to choose an auspicious day and make the emperor's grandson Liu Xiancong his grandson.

When the imperial decree was issued, the court was in an uproar.

Although he knows that the Son of Heaven is not a wise king, as long as he is in power, the princes and kings below will not dare to act rashly.

"The empress of Wei is here, if the king of Wei has any concerns, the heir of the king of Wei will not be able to pass," Wen Wulang analyzed, shaking his fan. "Similarly, with your majesty here, King Li and Zhao Wang will not mess around as brothers. Got it. ?"

Wen Liulang nodded half-understood, turned to look at Wen Xueqing next to him: "Sister, do you understand?"

"The fifth brother is talking to you!" Wen Xueqing knocked on Wen Liulang, pretending to be majestic, "Listen attentively, watch what I do, and ask the fifth brother if you don't understand."

Wen Liulang hummed: "My head hurts from being shaken by the fifth brother's fan, I can't listen to it."

Wen Wulang was so angry that his teeth hurt, he closed the folding fan: "What do you know, I don't appreciate it if I took the time to explain it to you!"

Wen Liulang ran up behind Wen Xueqing: "Fifth Brother hit someone again! He's so irritable, he's not like before."

"I'm not angry with you!"

The two ran around Wen Xueqing for a few laps, only Wen Xueqing in the middle finished the rest of the tea break calmly, clapped her hands to stop Wen Liulang, and waved to Wen Wulang: "I'll take Liulang away, fifth brother keep busy .”

She led Wen Liulang out the door, and after walking a few steps, she squatted down and pinched his nose: "It's quite capable, even the fifth brother dares to say it."

"Brother Wu's face is almost like a horse recently," Wen Liulang raised his head and asked Wen Xueqing, "Why don't everyone think His Royal Highness can't do well?"

"Feel it."

Wen Xueqing recalled her previous contact with Liu Xiancong many times, not that this person has no talent and drive, but that he is not capable enough, and there are all kinds of people around him with different goals.If His Majesty can last another ten or twenty years, maybe Liu Xiancong will be able to do it with more experience.

Your Majesty is ill and has not been to court for many days. Liu Xiancong has already begun to regard himself as a real grandson, taking over the power of the court and fighting against King Li.

Wen Xueqing brought Wen Wulang to Ling Rou.

In recent days, Princess Li and King Li are also very busy. Princess Li is concerned about her relationship with Ling Rou, so she sends Liu Qiong over.

Wen Xueqing was invited by Lingrou.

Although there was a faint smell of swords and guns in the air, it was spring in Luoyang after a hundred days of the crown prince, and the comfortable spring breeze blew through the willows and warblers, the streets were bustling, and the bustling streets returned to the usual.

As the emperor's grandson, Liu Qiong has a lower sense of existence than Liu Xiancong. Many times, the emperor didn't even think that he had such a grandson.

This is normal, King Li does not receive much attention from the emperor, and the main battle is not liked by the emperor who just wants to live in peace, so he is able to have today, which is completely earned by himself.

Now that the war has ceased, King Li has less room to play. Now that the son of King Wei is not here, the emperor probably wants to settle down quickly.

Lingrou had heard Princess Li complain angrily before, that the truce was what King Li insisted on to King Wei, but now she has smashed her own foot.

The truce shows that King Li and Wei's father and son still have some brains. If the fight continues and the public outrages, maybe others will turn against them.

Ling Rou pursed her lips, lowered her head and listened silently.

But Liu Qiong, who has been following Princess Li, grabbed Princess Li and served her tea: "Mother drinks tea. The truce is what father wants. Father loves the people like a son, which is also what the people of the world think. Mother said so, and put father in the same place." where."

His voice was not loud, and he was unhurried, but Lingrou suddenly heard a chill from his words.

Quite unexpectedly, she raised her head and glanced at Liu Qiong quickly.

It's not that Liu's descendants are lacking in talent and courage, but they always seem to be a little short, or they are easily worn out.

Liu Xiancong also received a lot of praise when he was young, and the emperor was also very energetic when he was young, and he was deeply loved by the late emperor.

Calculated in this way, it seems that only King Li and King Zhao still maintain their fighting spirit.

Maybe it was never available?

Ling Rou shook her head amusedly, there was no use in thinking too much, she couldn't interfere with these things, now the only thing she could catch was the person in front of her—Wen Xueqing.

She raised her eyes and looked Wen Xueqing carefully from head to toe.

Wen Xueqing: "You, what are you looking at?"

Lingrou's gaze still has substance.

Princess Lekang felt sorry for her that she spent the New Year together with Wen Wulang. Wen Wulang was so flirtatious and loved to replace it with new ones, so she still used last year's style.As soon as she arrived, she changed Wen Xueqing into new clothes and jewelry, for fear that she would be compared to other noble girls.

The spring is bright and beautiful, Wen Xueqing puts on a newly made gauze skirt and newly made shiny jewelry, making her look even more radiant.

"You look good." Ling Ju said.

Wen Xueqing suddenly froze.

When Lingrou spoke, she lowered her head slightly, raised one sleeve and covered her mouth with a smile, Yuanshan Meidai's eyes were bent into crescent moons.It was obviously a very normal movement, but Wen Xueqing felt numb and hot all over, and even forgot what to do.

"Sister?" Wen Liulang asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"

Before Wen Xueqing could react, Lingrou acted first: "Liu Lang, good boy, go over there and play with A Qiong, okay, I have something to do with your sister."

Not far away, Liu Qiong heard Ling Rou's voice and quickly ran over to pull Wen Liulang away.

The two were about the same age, and Liu Qiong had no airs, so they soon got together.

"What is Zhenzhen thinking?" Lingrou asked with a smile.

Wen Xueqing froze her neck and dodged her eyes: "No... I didn't think about anything, but suddenly thought of something else."

"Oh?" Ling Rou's eyes flashed, Wen Xueqing used to be nervous and avoided mostly rhetorical questions and a long paragraph, but now she was inconsistent, showing that even her thoughts were messed up.

"Okay, I see, Zhen Zhen didn't think about anything." Ling Rou deliberately only answered the first half of Wen Xueqing's sentence.

Wen Xueqing: "..."

She didn't dare to make a big move, she turned her head slightly, her eyes were still watching Ling Rou: "Why are you talking so... so strange recently, it sounds so nice."

In fact, Wen Xueqing wanted to replace the word "strange" with "intimate".

During these days in Luoyang, they did not fight against each other like they did in Linzhou, but were in harmony.

Tasting tea and playing chess together, admiring flowers and listening to music... This is a scene that Wen Xueqing would never have imagined would happen before.

She and Ling Rou are quite different from before.

Wen Xueqing felt very deeply.

"Does Zhenzhen like it?"

"Who doesn't like nice words."

Ling Rou laughed even harder, her sleeves could no longer hide the corners of her mouth, and Wen Xueqing could even see the water in her eyes clearly.

"Are you so happy?"

Wen Xueqing was puzzled, she didn't say anything, but she also laughed in her heart for some reason.

"Zhenzhen, you are laughing, do you know that?"

Ling Rou laughed enough, looked at Wen Xueqing and said suddenly.

Wen Xueqing paused.She was laughing, showing it, why didn't she feel it herself?

Ling Rou didn't say anything else, but quietly put the two white porcelain cups side by side in front of Wen Xueqing, picked up the teapot, and poured two cups of tea with graceful movements.

The scent of tea permeates along with the smoke.

"Please drink tea, Zhenzhen." Ling Ju said.

Wen Xueqing didn't move, just looked at her.

"you……"

Before Wen Xueqing finished speaking, Ling Rou picked up one of the cups, drank it in one gulp, leaned over, and held Wen Xueqing down.

"...I'll drink tea!" Wen Xueqing's heart palpitated for a while, and the place Ling Rou pressed was burning and numb.

Lingrou stopped moving, raised her eyes and smiled at Wen Xueqing: "It's late, Zhenzhen. There must be a limit to self-deception."

At this moment of lightning and flint, Wen Xueqing's mind finally stopped holding her back, picked up another cup on the table and drank half of it, and put the remaining half on Lingrou's lips.

"I'll buy you a drink too."

After finishing speaking, Wen Xueqing lifted the cup up, lowered her head, and stretched out her other hand to embrace Ling Rou.

The two drank the remaining half cup of tea together.

"The tea is delicious, thank you, sister."

The lips are just wet, they are rosy and shiny, Wen Xueqing's skin is fair, and the facial features are bright and colorful, and it is even more thrilling to look closely.

Even though she just drank a cup and a half of tea, Ling Rou still felt her throat was full of fire.

Ling Rou narrowed her eyes: "Wen Xueqing, do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know." Wen Xueqing didn't back down at all, "Qiniang also knows?"

Ling Rou suddenly picked up the teapot and poured water vigorously, the tea overflowed and spilled out from the mouth of the cup onto the table.

She didn't care about these things, and drank several large cups one after another to calm down.

When she came back to her senses, the room was silent.

——Wen Xueqing has already left.

Of course she knew that when the solar eclipse came and the boundless darkness enveloped her, she suddenly understood what she wanted.

It's not just about going back to Linzhou together.

Compared with Wen Xueqing's ignorance, Ling Rou understood this earlier in the complex Ling family.

The high-ranking gentry who moved from afar from Luoyang still retain the extravagance of Luoyang, eating, drinking and having fun, and they are extremely proficient in everything.

How could she not understand what those moments when her heartbeat was so loud that no one else could hear it?

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Wen Xueqing left while Ling Rou hadn't regained her senses, what she thought in her heart was one thing, but she still felt ashamed when she did it.

"Sister, your face is so red, and you are still running so fast. Did you do something bad to make the Ling family sister angry?" Suddenly being dragged away by Wen Xueqing, Wen Liulang was not angry, and said a few words After Liu Qiong said goodbye, he obediently followed Wen Xueqing.

"No!" Wen Xueqing glared at him, "Don't talk nonsense, kid!"

Wen Liulang stuck out his tongue, and saw that Wen Xueqing ignored him, so he played on his own.

That night, Wen Xueqing returned to the Shangsi Banquet.

She sneaked underwater and quietly followed Lingrou on the surface.Slowly approach, jump out of the water and drag her down when she is not looking.

The swaying blue silk is more entangled than water plants, completely wrapping them together.

Ling Rou lay in her arms in a panic and helpless, letting her move.

Wen Xueqing saw that her red eyes were completely her own, and she grabbed the back of Lingrou's neck with one hand.

The necks of the two intertwined, like two slender and graceful white jade bottles.

The soft and ruddy lips were plugged together, and breaths were exchanged.

In the dead of night, Wen Xueqing sat up from the bed.

Changing out of her sweaty clothes with a calm expression, Wen Xueqing held up a candle and looked at herself in the bronze mirror.The woman in the mirror had completely shed her childishness, the bright candlelight reflected on half of her face, her complexion was like snow, the corners of her eyes were still a little rosy, her long eyelashes were raised, and her eyes were like waves.

Wen Xueqing stretched out her finger, nodded towards the person in the mirror, licked her lips, smiled slightly, and filled the room with brilliance.

How could she possibly lose?