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"Then what should we do?" Cen Ling spun around anxiously: "The original drawing was drawn by Ah Jin...Although it is a coincidence, if it is discovered..."

Xu Fengjin said, "Where are there so many coincidences?"

Cen Ling was terrified: "Ah Jin means...someone, someone deliberately targeted you?"

Xu Fengjin raised his eyebrows: "If I'm not mistaken, I guess in a few days, I will become the descendant of the witch from the previous dynasty."

"Ah...then what should we do? Still, let's talk to the prince. We can't do this and wait for others to come and arrest us."

Seeing him turn pale with fright, Xu Fengjin washed the pen and put it aside, saying, "Don't panic, you can go to shopkeeper Wu tomorrow and see how my painting is mounted."

Zhao Yu came back at night, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Xu Fengjin sitting at a stone table in the yard enjoying the shade. On the table was an altar of Huangduchun, which he found somewhere. He poured himself a cup and drank it into his mouth with a "gudong gudong". He wanted to taste the taste of the fine wine in the imperial city, but who would have imagined that just as soon as he took it into his throat, a violent spicy feeling hit his forehead, he coughed repeatedly, and held it The herbal teapot was about to rinse its mouth, only to hear a chuckle from behind, then turned around with a blushing face, grinned and asked, "Why is this wine so spicy?"

Zhao Yu took the teapot he raised into his hand, poured water into the cup and handed it over, Xu Fengjin hurriedly took a sip to rinse his mouth, and said calmly, "Your Highness, have you eaten?"

Zhao Yu sat opposite him and nodded: "After eating, why does the princess think of sitting in the yard stealing wine?"

Xu Fengjin said, "My lord is so boring, how can this be stealing wine?" He pointed to the night sky and said, "I obviously brought the fine wine and bright moon to invite the lord to toast." He glanced at Cen Ling, who was always standing behind him, and told him Pull Cheng Qiao away.

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "The wine is good, but it's too strong." Just as he was about to ask Cheng Qiao to change to another jar, Xu Fengjin said, "Don't bother, I'm not drinking, but watching the moon with the prince."

At this time, the sky is full of flowers, the bright moon is in the sky, the shadows of the mother-in-law trees are swaying with the breeze, and occasionally there is a faint fragrance of jasmine mixed with the strong smell of wine in Huangduchun.

The pungent energy in Xu Fengjin's throat hadn't dissipated yet, he looked up at the moon and fanned it with his hands, and said, "It's rare to sit down and watch the moon like this, no wonder people in the past loved to write poems on the moon, it's really beautiful." Then he said: " But there are many legends about the moon, I have heard many before I was young, the most common ones are Chang'e and Yuelao, but there is only one moon, who will live in them?"

Zhao Yu didn't drink tea today, but poured himself a cup from Huangduchun. The wine was so strong that Xu Fengjin wanted to jump up, but Prince Zhao could drink it without changing his face. He said, "It's just a legend. It's up to the princess to decide whether to live there or not."

"Hey." Xu Fengjin laughed, "Then I'm willing to let Yuelao live there, so that I can talk to the moon every day, so that the prince's heart will belong to me as soon as possible, and then I beg him to tie a few more red threads on us. Tie one, we have to tie ten, and no one can cut it off."

Zhao Yujing listened to his nonsense, but smiled and said nothing.

Xu Fengjin asked, "Will the lord think that I am overestimated?"

"Ok?"

Xu Fengjin's eyes twinkled, and he looked at him with his chin: "With my background, even if I'm not a lowly young lady, I'm still a villager. Even if my mother grows up to be a fairy, she's at most a village fairy in Liudian Village. There is a huge difference between the lords, but before I overestimated my ability to compete with the lord, and then I fell in love with the lord, I liked him without knowing it, and I was so shameless that I wanted the lord to like me too."

Zhao Yu poured another glass for himself, his face was hidden under the shadow of the lamp, but Xu Fengjin seemed to be waiting for him to speak, and after waiting for a long while, he said again: "I am a prince who doesn't know how to drink, but it's a thousand cups Are you not drunk?"

Zhao Yu said: "I'm afraid there are many things that the princess doesn't know."

Xu Fengjin said cheekily, "Then, can I know now?"

Zhao Yu asked: "What kind of person does the princess think this king is?"

Xu Fengjin said bluntly, "Not all of them are good people."

Zhao Yu asked again: "I'm not a good person, why does the princess still like me?"

Xu Fengjin said: "Because no one is perfect, there are no pure and good people in this world, and things are not all black and white, the prince is at most thinking about himself, others can be righteous, but the matter has nothing to do with him. "

Zhao Yu paused for a while and said, "I heard that the princess delivered a letter to Lin'an a few days ago?"

Xu Fengjin suddenly opened his eyes: "My lord, did you dismantle it for me?"

Zhao Yu put down his wine glass and said innocently, "Can't this king take it apart?"

Xu Fengjin hurriedly stood up: "Of course not, how can someone open someone's mail casually?"

Seeing that he was rarely flustered, Zhao Yu stood up and walked in front of him, saying, "This time it's my fault, it's just the matter in the letter... don't rush it for a while."

Xu Fengjin didn't feel ashamed, and wrapped his arms around his neck: "Why don't you rush, I think about it every day."

Zhao Yu said: "It's all my fault that the king doesn't understand these things, it's hard for the princess to deliver letters from thousands of miles away."

"Understand?" Xu Fengjin asked in surprise, "How could the lord not understand?"

Zhao Yu blinked: "This king is indeed..."

As soon as the words finished, Xu Fengjin raised his eyebrows and smirked: "The prince taught me all those poems, how could I not understand?"

Zhao Wangye was stunned, he was caught in the trick, and said with a smile: "The concubine is getting worse and worse." Zhao Yu couldn't tell what was wrong today, but Xu Fengjin felt that he was preoccupied, and his eyes were full of indecision, but Zhao Wangye didn't want to Said, no one can guess, he asked again: "Why did the princess send Yu Sanniang the Book of Songs?"

Xu Fengjin said proudly, "Naturally, I want to show off to her."

"She can read?"

"She is also literate."

Zhao Yu nodded, and gave him an idea: "This king thinks that it's better to go back to Lin'an and read a few songs about you in front of her..." Before he finished speaking, Xu Fengjin had already stepped on him slightly Lips with a rich aroma of wine.

Kissing and lingering have long been familiar with the road, lips and teeth are entangled with a hint of drunkenness, more intoxicating than usual, Xu Fengjin rubbed Zhao Yu's tongue, then moved to his ear and whispered: "My lord, don't always coax me back to Lin'an, if there is something You can tell me, no matter what you ask me to do, I am willing to do it for you?" Before the words finished, I felt my shoulders sink

Xu Fengjin hugged him and shook him a few times: "My lord? My lord?" Zhao Wang fell unconscious on Xu Fengjin's shoulder, and fell asleep on Xu Fengjin's shoulder.

"What's so hard to do? Are you drinking to drown your sorrows?" Xu Fengjin put Zhao Yu on the bed with great effort, and then brought a cotton cloth to wipe his face. Before he left, he saw Prince Zhao The corner of his mouth moved slightly, Xu Fengjin hurriedly leaned over to eavesdrop, only to hear Zhao Yu call Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Qiao? !

Xu Fengjin's jealousy welled up: There are many wonders in the world, and there is love between master and servant. Besides, Cheng Qiao is not ugly, although he is not a star and a half worse than me, but he can't stand to take care of Zhao Yu for many years!Just as he was about to stand up and go to Cheng Qiao's room to talk, he heard Zhao Yu say vaguely again: "Let Wu Heng...burn the painting..."