The prince is very fierce

The setting sun sank beneath the majestic city wall. In the back house of Prince Su's Mansion, Xu Buling put on clean clothes and stood in the corridor waiting quietly.

We just fell into the water. Men's families don't pay that much attention. It's just a matter of changing clothes, but women's families obviously have a lot more trouble.

Most of Mrs. Lu's skirt was wet, and her hair and make-up were too wet. She had to change her inside and outside. Because of the cold weather, she had to take a hot shower to avoid catching a cold.

Yue Nu ran back to get the winter skirt, and a group of maids also came over. There were several trays filled with bathing items. The big pot that was set up came in handy, and a large pot of hot water was reheated. The maids came in and out of the west wing, serving Mrs. Lu to bathe, change clothes, put on makeup and comb her hair.

Etiquette begins with formal dress. Women from aristocratic families are the most particular about their dress and appearance. It only takes a few hours to get one set. In winter, the days are short and the sky is gradually getting dark. After Yue Nu asked, she took the two maids to the kitchen of the back house to prepare the evening meal.

In the past, as long as Xu Bu Ling was around, Mrs. Lu would keep talking to her heart even while taking a bath. But today, after falling into the water, she didn't say another word, and she didn't even make much splashing sound while taking a bath. , gentle and quiet, a bit strange.

Xu Buling couldn't help but run to the bathtub to ask, so he had to wait in the corridor obediently, occasionally raising his hand to rub it a few times, which seemed incomprehensible.

Wow—

The sound of splashing water sounded from the west wing.

Xu Buling looked sideways, and the woman's silhouette was reflected on the window paper illuminated by the lights. Just after getting out of the bathtub, the maid wiped it with a towel. The beautiful peaks and mountains appeared and disappeared, and the red cherry trees stood on the top of the mountain. The shadow on the window paper was faint. After shaking twice, gravity seemed to have lost its effect.

Xu Bu Ling quickly turned away his eyes and muttered a few words to himself, 'Don't look at anything inappropriate...'.

After a while, the door opened with a creaking sound.

Mrs. Lu was wearing a long silk dress with a warm-colored shawl on her shoulders. She had just come out of the bath. Her cheeks were still moist, plump as warm jade, and she was as moving as the hibiscus emerging from the water. Her long, wet hair had not yet been tied up, and was spread on her back. The cool night wind in winter swept by her, and her lightly swept eyebrows could not help but frown slightly.

Xu Buling walked up quickly, blocked the night wind with his tall body, and chuckled:

"Aunt Lu, it's cold outside. Be careful of catching a cold. Come inside."

"Hmm~"

Mrs. Lu's expression was dignified and peaceful. She glanced at Xu Buling, tightened the shawl on her shoulders, and walked slowly towards the room where the stove was burning.

After the episode of "stewing yourself in an iron pot", Mrs. Lu seemed to have lost her temper. The resentment between her brows disappeared, and she was as gentle as before. She said softly as she walked:

"No, I don't mean to blame you. This time there is no way to remedy it. Fortunately, it's just two poems and it won't affect the overall situation. You have to be careful in the future..."

"Don't worry, Aunt Lu, I..."

"What should I worry about?"

Mrs. Lu became angry when she heard this, and gave Xu Buling a look that seemed resentful and angry: "You just know your own right. If you act recklessly again, one day I won't be able to protect you anymore, so you run in front of me." There's no point crying, we'll just die together in Chang'an City."

Xu Bu Ling smiled coquettishly: "As long as Aunt Lu is here, it doesn't matter whether we go back to Suzhou City or not."

Happy but not serious.

Mrs. Lu glared angrily, but her expression became much warmer, and she stopped lecturing Xu Buling.

The two entered the warm room. Mrs. Lu sat down at the table and raised her hand to hold up a bunch of hair: "No, bring me the comb."

Xu Buling took a wooden comb from the house, sat directly behind Mrs. Lu, and raised his hand to comb her wet long hair.

"Eh-..."

Mrs. Lu's body stiffened, and she straightened up a little without moving. She wanted to speak to stop her, but her red lips slightly opened, so she finally stopped and sat upright on the stool.

The long hair is extremely smooth and has a light and dark fragrance.

Xu Buling combed his hair seriously: "There has been too much wind recently, so I just stayed in the Imperial College and waited until the wind passed before going out..."

Mrs. Lu gave a faint 'hmm', and after thinking about it for a while, her voice was filled with some thoughts: "I feel relieved that Miss Song is with me in the Imperial College..."

Why did it start again!

Xu Buling had a headache for a while, but he didn't dare to speak too harshly. He just shook his head and chuckled: "Song Yufu and I are gentlemen. If I have any thoughts about her, I would bring her over first and let Aunt Lu give her advice. How could I hide it from Lu?" Aunt……"

Mrs. Lu was dubious. She glanced at the table and then at the two wine jars above: "This wine is good. Did you buy it at Sun's shop?"

He asked knowingly that the silk wrapping the wine jar was a tribute from Jiangnan and could only be used by the royal family. How could it be bought at Sun's shop.

Naturally, Xu Buling was not fooled and answered honestly: "The Queen Mother invited me to the palace for dinner last night. The Queen Mother gave it to me before she left."

Mrs. Lu said "Oh~": "How many people were there at dinner last night?"

Xu Bu Ling's mind changed quickly and he said with a smile: "Just the Queen Mother and a few palace maids, the stir-fried dishes are average, not as delicious as those cooked by Aunt Lu..."

Mrs. Lu pursed her lips and smiled, raised her hand to take a wine jar and smelled it, her voice was soft and gentle:

"Sending such a fine wine, the Queen Mother would like to come and have a pleasant chat with you, right?"

Xu Buling held up her hair and shook her head helplessly: "The Queen Mother asked me if I could write poetry. With Aunt Lu's instructions, I certainly can't write. I only eat and don't talk..."

Mrs. Lu narrowed her eyes slightly: "When the Queen Mother entered the palace, she prepared a total of three jars of good wine. One jar was taken away by Xiao Ting and wasted. The remaining two jars of wine were given to you. If you didn't say anything, it would be really embarrassing. That’s generous enough.”

Xu Buling frowned slightly: "Really? I really don't know this, but I really didn't say anything last night. The Queen Mother insisted on giving it before leaving. I couldn't refuse, so I accepted it. Alas... said Well, I can’t write poetry, but this happened. I have to return these two jars of wine at some time..."

"Why?"

When Mrs. Lu heard this, she immediately became unhappy: "When I got married, I didn't even see her give this as a gift. She gave it all away. She has no courage at all, and she still treats her as an elder."

Xu Buling's face froze: "I said I couldn't write poetry, so I deserve this wine..."

"Since you deserve it, why did you accept it last night?"

"..."

Xu Buling was speechless, and he was a drunkard. He accepted it calmly because he really couldn't write poetry. Who knew that Song Yufu changed hands and sold him.

When Mrs. Lu saw that Xu Buling was speechless, she snorted lightly: "The Queen Mother doesn't know how to drink. It would be a waste to hide it. If you take it all away, and then return it, wouldn't it mean that you lied to her? What's more, you lied to her." Just lied, what else can she do to you..."

Xu Buling's face turned bitter: "If the Queen Mother comes to find me..."

"You caused the trouble yourself, so you have to think of a solution yourself. Anyway, you are not allowed to return the wine. There is really nothing you can do. Just hide from the Queen Mother. She can't send people to arrest you and bring you into the palace... When you leave Beijing smoothly in two years, she There is nothing we can do.”

"...Two years..."

"What? You still want to run to the palace. Isn't there anything fun in there?"

"No, a bunch of harried women are like she-wolves. They feel uncomfortable when they go in..."

"How can you say something bad about the Queen Mother like that... Just talk to me, but don't tell outsiders..."

"……Um."

You come and go, chatting as usual.

Mrs. Lu's expression slowly returned to her usual appearance. After tying her hair, she sat down at the table.

Yue Nu and the maid brought various dishes into the house and put them on the table. Then they went out and closed the doors and windows to prevent the cold air from penetrating into the house.

Xu Buling was indeed a little hungry. He took two wine glasses and put them on the table. He didn't feel bad about the fine wine that the Queen Mother had hidden for ten years. He opened the bottle and filled up the wine glasses for Mrs. Lu.

Mrs. Lu didn't drink much on weekdays, but there were too many things that happened today, which inevitably made her a little uneasy. In addition, the wine had an extraordinary origin, so she didn't refuse it.

The wine is as cool as a spring, and the rich aroma is like a charming beauty, refreshing the heart and mind.

Mrs. Lu picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The Duan Yushao was very soft in the mouth, and only after it entered the abdomen could one feel the strong force like a burning knife, which penetrated all the limbs and bones.

"Woo-"

Mrs. Lu swallowed a little hastily, covering her lips with her sleeves, and her cheeks soon became flushed. She frowned and took two breaths, obviously choking and feeling uncomfortable.

Xu Buling definitely didn't dare to make fun of him, so he quickly picked up a chopstick of winter bamboo shoots and brought it to Mrs. Lu's lips: "I can't bear the strong wine. Let's take a bite and drink it down."

Mrs. Lu's eyes were misty. She looked at the chopsticks in front of her and glanced left and right. When no one was around, she opened her mouth and took the winter bamboo shoots in her mouth, chewing them carefully.

Xu Bu Ling refilled the wine glass and then drank and ate food by himself.

Children of aristocratic families have been taught since they were young that they should eat without talking or sleep with each other. It is impossible for each other to clink glasses at the table and engage in family affairs.

Mrs. Lu ate very gracefully, her eyes always on Xu Buling, and occasionally she would put two chopsticks of vegetables into Xu Buling's bowl.

As the night got darker, a large table of dishes was gradually wiped out by Xu Bu Ling.

Mrs. Lu was too drunk and was afraid that Xu Bu would be bored drinking alone, so she drank several glasses of wine.

Duan Yu Shao is not an ordinary low-alcohol rice wine. It has great stamina. By the time Mrs. Lu noticed it, she was already dizzy and couldn't hold it anymore. She lay on the table quietly, her cheeks flushed and her breathing steady. fell asleep.

After Xu Buling finished eating, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, turned his head to look at it for a few times, and raised his hand to shake Mrs. Lu's shoulder:

"Aunt Lu?..."

"……Um……"

Ruoyouruowu whispered, not waking up, but just tightening the shawl.

Xu Buling shook his head and smiled, then bent his arms to pass through Mrs. Lu's legs, supported her back with one hand, and hugged Mrs. Lu horizontally with a little force. The hem of the skirt is hanging down, and the embroidered shoes are dangling.

"Woo——"

Mrs. Lu leaned on Xu Buling's arm, seemingly awake but not awake. She glanced at him with half-squinted eyes. When she saw that it was Xu Buling, she closed them again. She held Xu Buling's skirt with her hand and fell asleep again.

With Nephrite in his arms, Xu Bu Ling weighed it subconsciously. The flesh was growing where it should be, and he didn't look fat. Only when he held it could he feel some weight.

Xu Buling walked softly to the curtain, laid Mrs. Lu down on her back, half-crouched, held the palace shoes embroidered with petals and gently took them off, and then pulled off the white socks.

"Hmm~"

Mrs. Lu did not wake up, but her delicate and white insteps visibly bowed, and she slightly bent her knees, as if she wanted to retract her feet under her skirt.

Xu Bu Ling followed the same example, took off the other embroidered shoe and placed it neatly on the ground. He stood up and reached out to the tie of his coat skirt, but he immediately realized what he was doing and stopped his hand in mid-air.

"..."

Xu Buling blinked and looked down at the sleeping and unsuspecting Aunt Lu, with a trace of confusion clearly flashing in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, there was a knock on the door:

"lady?"

Xu Buling retracted his hand with a guilty conscience and patted his face: "I'm so frustrated..." Then he pulled back the quilt, covered Mrs. Lu tightly, put the quilt under her arms, and walked out quickly...

It's quiet at night.

I don’t know how long it took, but the maid took away the tableware and the room became completely quiet.

Mrs. Lu woke up faintly between the curtains, turned over, and faced inward. With the faint moonlight, she spread out a piece of rice paper in her arms and looked at the words on it, absorbed in her study...