Under Yan Yuanheng's stunned gaze, Shi Tingyun said indifferently: "You are twenty years old. Isn't it unusual to have a side concubine?"
Seeing Shi Tingyun so calm, Yan Yuanheng had to force his composure: "You are older than me. Why are you..."
Shi Tingyun touched a flat stone in his hand, and slanted a string of water floats on the water: "I'm not like you."
Yan Yuanheng paused, thinking of what Shi Tingyun had said to him, and was at a loss for words.
He turned his head away, his expression slightly darkened.
Seeing the stalemate in the atmosphere, Shi Tingyun tried to reconcile and said, "I don't know how the Southern Border Princess looks like."
Yan Yuanheng frowned: "...I don't know."
Shi Tingyun simply turned to business affairs: "After the war was decided, Qixian near Cangjiang sent hundreds of jars of old wine. My father said that tonight, the generals will be drunk."
Yan Yuanheng: "Well."
Shi Ting Yun smiled: "You don't know how to drink, so I told you, and I'll be happy."
Yan Yuanheng: "... um."
Shi Tingyun never minds Yan Yuanheng's one-word answer. He has been serious since he was a child, and the reason why he is silent is nothing more than thinking or listening.
When Shi Tingyun was about to speak again, Yan Yuanheng actually spoke first.
"I won't marry her." Yan Yuanheng said sullenly, "I don't want to marry someone I don't know."
"That's the end." Shi Tingyun smiled, "Many of the daughters of everyone in Wangcheng are raised in the boudoir. Of those unmarried daughters that we are familiar with, who love to write poetry and play ball, which one is not going to Yuan Zhao? "
He looked at Yan Yuanzhao, who was fighting a group of geese not far away, and said with a smile: "…If I were born a woman, I would love Yuanzhao too. Most of the girls in the virginity don't love him and think he is frivolous. Zhao has an interesting temperament, knows how to advance and retreat, has a stable position, and seeks a single-minded person, so he can be regarded as a good match."
Yan Yuanheng bowed his head, and he didn't even have the sense of "um" and falsely answering the story.
Shi Tingyun seemed to remember something, and said "Huh?" with great interest, and continued: "Yuan Heng, you are talking about Qiu Ying, the daughter of Prime Minister Qiu? You have seen each other since you were young. But she is also a classmate with us, with the same status and age... I must be her."
Yan Yuanheng had this assumption long before he went to the border, but when Shi Tingyun said it, he still said it in a joking tone, making him feel like a fire.
His voice sank: "I never knew, I never knew, I have always been so sympathetic and cherishing jade, and I am so dear to Wangcheng women."
Shi Tingyun: "Isn't this for you?"
Yan Yuanheng said in a fit of anger, "Nanjiang Princess, Qiu Xiang's daughter, I don't want any of them."
Shi Tingyun: "Then what do you want?"
Yan Yuanheng: "I..."
He stopped.
What does Yan Yuanheng want
His eyes were slightly warm, his eyelashes drooped, thinking of his mother who was still living hard in another palace, thinking of his ambitions - the kind of ambition that every prince secretly has.
Yan Yuanheng was originally envied by the emperor. He was so old that he had not left the palace to build a mansion, but stayed in the palace to raise up. , is standing at an unprecedented height.
It is difficult for any prince to look back at him.
He should marry Qiu Xiang's daughter. That is a first-class daughter, and with the acquiescence of the father and the king, it should be the most suitable for him. If you include the princess of Nanjiang, in the next year, there should be a child who is alive and kicking.
The father had expectations, and the mother hoped that she would ascend to the throne of Jiuxiao, as well as her lifelong ambition, the dream of her family and country.
These things are indeed heavy, but compared to usual...
… but why compare with the usual
What does he, Yan Yuanheng, think of his best friend who grew up with him since he was a child
He was always waiting for his response, but he was fantasizing about spending a lifetime with him in the military camp in the frontier land
Yan Yuanheng's tongue gradually became sour.
In the past few days, he has been taking care of his own thoughts, but now, stimulated by a woman who has never met and who has forgotten what she looks like, he suddenly realizes that his feelings for Su Chang don't seem right.
However, how can it be.
As a prince, can he publicly marry Shi Tingyun as his wife? Can you give Shi Tingyun the white head promise that he can only have one person in his life
At this point, he is not as good as the Sixth Emperor.
The Shi family has had a good reputation for several generations, and if Shi Tingyun has an affair with himself, he will end up with a ruined reputation. A hundred generations later, when people mentioned Shi Tingyun again, they would not talk about his merits, but would only talk about the affair between a major general and the prince, talk about his appearance, and talk about his "fascination".
But if it is not public, do you want him to live in secrecy for the rest of his life
Yan Yuanheng's heart and eyes were chilled by Jiang Feng.
Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Shi Tingyun asked again, "Dare to ask the Thirteenth Prince, what do you want?"
Yan Yuanheng lowered his eyes for a while, then raised his head and looked up to the sky.
Shi Tingyun followed his gaze, only to see long clouds like scales, marching with the wind, with myriad shapes, competing in the sky.
"Remember the poems we recited when we were kids," he said.
"Whatever is there in the mountains, there are many white clouds on the ridges. You can only be happy, and you can't afford to give it to you."
Shi Tingyun: "Yes. Tao Hongjing's poems."
Yan Yuanheng called him: "When the cloud stops."
Time stopped and raised his eyes.
Yan Yuanheng: "I'm just thinking, there are thousands of people in the world, and I'm not the one who deserves to stay."
Before Shi Tingyun returned to his senses, Yan Yuanheng stood up, bowed, and turned away.
With every step he took, his heart ached.
Perhaps, when Tingyun finds the person he likes, his heart will die on that day.
Yan Yuanheng walked faster and faster, and at the same time reached into his arms, took out the laurel-carved jug, and held it to his chest.
It was Shi Tingyun, and after drinking it himself, he threw the jug to the soldier and forgot to take it back.
Yan Yuanheng originally wanted Shi Tingyun to come and ask him for it, but as soon as he let it go, it was today.
He also didn't know what his plan was to bring this jug with him today to find the time and stop the clouds.
But I couldn't send it out, so what's the point of thinking about it.
… He couldn't even give away a jug.
Holding the jug, Yan Yuanheng fell into deep self-loathing.
—His escape, in the final analysis, has nothing to do with those speculations.
Shi Tingyun might not like him at all.
If Tingyun really likes him, what can he do
Yan Yuanheng fled all the way back to the camp, entered the tent, sat on the side of the couch, took out the wine jug, and rubbed it in the palm of his hand for a while, but he did not know where the courage came from. The lid of the jug, closed his eyes, and poured it into the mouth of the jug.
The two little black turtles he raised seemed to have a feeling, two small round heads emerged from the small pool, looked at him for a while, and crawled back into the pool again.
Shi Tingyun looked at Yan Yuanheng's back and was speechless.
While he was contemplating, Yan Yuanzhao came back in goose feathers, carrying a large goose's neck in his hand, and his fang-covered beak and palms were tied with a belt by him.
... He really caught one and came back.
Yan Yuanzhao's long hair was messed up, so he simply let it go and draped it on his shoulders: "It's just a goose, do you think your sixth master can't catch it?"
Shi Tingyun: "Aren't there two agreed?"
Yan Yuanzhao spat at him: "Fuck you, uncle, you say it easily, go and catch two."
Time stopped laughing.
As soon as Yan Yuanzhao released the goose tied with five flowers, the water began to flood again: "When I go back, I will raise a flock of geese in the backyard, and then trick Jinrou to tell her to catch the geese."
He paused, then said, "But I have to accompany her. Otherwise, she will be bitten and cried."
Shi Tingyun wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, thinking, sure enough.
This is probably Yan Yuanzhao's love.
Yuan Zhao looked at the turbulence, but yearned for stability in his heart.
He had seen Jin Rou again, and knew that she was not a tacky woman, and could have feelings for Yuan Zhao anywhere.
But I don't know when Yuan Zhao will be able to recognize his own mind.
When Yan Yuan was in the Zhaohe period, Tingyun picked up the goose feathers on his body together.
He lowered his head and brushed his knees and said, "Yesterday, Yuan Heng managed a few soldiers who borrowed the local smoke."
Shi Tingyun hummed.
"You talked about it when you were eating yesterday. There are always birds chirping these days, and it's so noisy that you can't sleep." Yan Yuanzhao said, "He played the flute not far from your tent yesterday, playing all night, and using Long pole to chase birds."
He continued: "That smoke is very strong. You know, he lives and rests at fixed times every day, and he can only rely on smoking that thing to refresh himself."
Shi Tingyun said, "What are you talking about?"
"It's alright, let's talk about it as a joke." Yan Yuanzhao shrugged lightly, "He's just a fool, Li Yeshu was transferred to his side by General Shi, he just had to find two other soldiers to chase the birds, no matter how bad it was, he also had some under him. A few available guards. Let them do it, so worried?"
Shi Tingyun kept silent.
Yan Yuanzhao raised one knee and said, "Liu Ye never fights for what he can't get. But I will never let go of what I can get. If I like it, it doesn't matter what other people say in the world, how can I be happy for this hundred years? It is something that fools can enjoy. After a hundred years, the root of the tongue that is chewed excessively will turn into dust after a thousand years."
Chi Xiaochi asked Tingyun, "You are so happy, what if the other party only has brotherhood for him?"
Yan Yuanzhao didn't care: "Then you have to make it clear. If you make it clear, you will be a brother for a lifetime; if you don't understand, you will be confused for the rest of your life."
It doesn't matter if Shi Ting Yunming doesn't understand, but Chi Xiaochi understands that it is indeed time to leave.
… Around him, he has almost cleaned up the physical warehouse, and even established a second spare card warehouse.
In the middle of the night, the main business is singing and dancing.
Soldiers from southern Xinjiang sang southern Xinjiang folk songs, and the Central Plains sang Huangmei Opera and Pingtan in a southern-north tune. Few of them sang well, most of them were desolate accents, but they sang delicious southern Xinjiang wine and roasted squeaks. The oily lamb meat has a unique flavor.
In the commotion, Shi Tingyun and Yan Yuanheng were nowhere to be seen.
In the cool autumn wind, Yan Yuanzhao found Shi Tingyun near the military camp.
He was walking back and forth, his boots on the wet mud making a tiny water sound.
Yan Yuanzhao was already drunk, so he reached out and pulled him: "What are you doing? Go drink."
Shi Tingyun glanced at him and took his hand, then raised his head and looked at his eyes seriously for a while, making sure that the hand was warm and there was light in his eyes, and he was relieved.
He said: "Patrol, so as not to have the enemy invade at night."
"Where did the enemy come from?" Yan Yuanzhao was angry and funny, "The southern border has surrendered, and the troops have withdrawn for a hundred miles. Besides, only the main business is celebrating, and the outer light and dark posts extend for ten miles, and there is no safety."
Yan Yuanzhao pulled him and said, "Hurry up, let's go, Yuan Heng put his horse in the evening, and I don't know where to go; all those lieutenants respect me, they are boring, and it's fun to drink with you. Let's go... "
Before he finished speaking, he reached out and touched Shi Ting Yun's palm, and felt something was wrong, and when he touched Shi Ting Yun's forehead again, his face became even more unsightly: "Are you going to die? If you burn it like this, you have to run out to blow air. ?"
Shi Tingyun's peach blossom eyes were burning with water, and he looked at him fixedly: "... Yuan Zhao."
"Zhao you are tall." Yan Yuanzhao dragged him to his tent involuntarily, "If your husband knows about this..."
Having said this, Yan Yuanzhao suddenly froze.
... "Mr. his family", who is it
Yan Yuanzhao has such a personality, he can't figure it out, so he doesn't want to.
Walking to the tent, Shi Tingyun glanced at the opened curtain.
He remembered that when his benefactor left today, he was worried about the safety of the military camp, and he lowered the curtain when he left the tent for inspection.
He pushed Yan Yuanzhao: "Just send it here, you can drink. I'm not confused, I can take care of myself."
Yan Yuanzhao said suspiciously, "You won't go to the sidewalk again, will you?"
Shi Tingyun coughed twice and said with a smile, "Then are you going to take me to bed?"
Yan Yuanzhao was so disgusted that he couldn't help himself, and pushed him on the back: "Go on, go in. Sixth Master sees you go."
Shi Tingyun took a deep breath, leaned into the tent, and lowered the curtain.
He didn't light the candle, and took two steps to the position of the bed in his memory, and his hot body fell into a bosom full of the aroma of wine.
The embrace came from behind and wrapped around him very hard.
He heard a familiar voice, but not a familiar tone: "Is it normal?"
Shi Tingyun's heart softened slightly: "The Thirteenth Prince."
After a while, he called again, "Yuanheng."
The high fever caused pain all over his body, and he had no strength to use. Therefore, after realizing that Yan Yuanheng was drunk, he was picked up and placed on the couch.
Yan Yuanheng was not abrupt. After he put him on the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared straight at him, his eyes burning hot.
Shi Tingyun: "Yuanheng, you are drunk."
Yan Yuanheng took out the empty jug from his arms and stuffed it in Shi Tingyun's hand: "No. I've drunk so much, but I'm not drunk."
Shi Tingyun turned to his side weakly and smiled at him: "Well. Thirteen princes are massive."
Yan Yuanheng was obedient and looked a little frustrated: "No, I only drank half a pot."
Shi Tingyun's throat was sore, but he couldn't help but smile.
Yan Yuanheng said seriously: "Don't laugh. I have something for you."
Shi Tingyun lay on his arm: "Is there any gift, let General Shi take a look at it."
Yan Yuanheng pointed at the empty jug.
Shi Tingyun was curious, took the wine jug, put it against his ear and shook it, and found that there was nothing in it except a little residual water sound.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he couldn't help thinking that the book Yan Yuanheng gave him after being drunk last time also contained a small flower whose whereabouts were unknown.
Shi Tingyun asked Yan Yuanheng in a hoarse voice, "What gift is it?"
Yan Yuanheng knelt down beside him and said, "I went to the top of Baiyun Mountain and packed a pot of Xingyun."
Shi Tingyun's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at him.
Yan Yuanheng said, "Xingyun stopped and was caught by me. So, can you listen to me?"
Shi Tingyun reluctantly propped up half of his body and smiled lightly: "Well. You say, it's listening."
Yan Yuanheng looked at him, blinked his eyes, and blushed.
Blinking his eyes again, the circles of his eyes are also a little red.
Yan Yuanheng said, "I had a dream before."
Shi Tingyun: "Well."
Yan Yuanheng: "In my dream, I have reached the age of my ears."
Shi Tingyun couldn't help laughing: "Well, the thirteenth prince has a long life."
Yan Yuanheng had a star in his eyes and said word by word: "In my dream, at that time, I had you by my side."
Shi Tingyun stopped talking and looked straight into his eyes.
A drunk man, a man with a high fever, has water mist in his eyes.
Looking at the flowers through the fog, each has its own beauty.
After a long time, Shi Tingyun said again: "The thirteenth prince is really greedy. It is not enough to occupy Shi Tingyun for ten years. How long do I have to be a companion?"
Yan Yuanheng grabbed the corner of his clothes and shook it lightly: "When I read it, I read it when I read it. Yan Yuanheng has something I don't understand, can I ask for help?"
Shi Tingyun looked at the rare boyish Yan Yuanheng with tears in his eyes: "Please speak."
Yan Yuanheng cried a little and asked: "...how can I love you, you will like it."
Neither of the two knew who kissed the other first.
The layers of the belt were undone and fell to the ground with a rustling sound.
The hot bodies were pressed against each other, and it was impossible to tell who was having a fever.
Shi Tingyun opened his mouth, bit the right sleeve of Yan Yuanheng's underwear, pulled it down along the outline of his shoulder, and dropped a kiss on the exposed right arm.
Shi Tingyun said softly: "Yuanheng, Yuanheng, do you know that after a person dies, you can really hear what other people are saying and doing."
Yan Yuanheng put his hands on the side of Shi Tingyun's ears and stared at him, a little helpless and a little confused, just following his instinct, he kissed his bulging Adam's apple.
"So I know." Shi Tingyun clasped his fingers and said, "... Yan Shisan likes Shi Suchang, and Shisu Chang knows."