Xie Wangzhi was stunned, and then her eyelashes trembled. Li Qishen's fingertips were still touching her lips. She didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of sucking his fingertips into her lips. She could only whisper, "What, what's wrong?"
“…Nothing.” Li Qishen was also stunned for a moment, then quickly withdrew his hand, turned his palm over, and showed her his fingertips.
"Ah... it's stained." Xie Wangzhi saw the sugar grains on the top and a light red streak underneath, probably stained by lip balm. She immediately wanted to get a handkerchief to wipe Li Qishen's hands, but she tucked one in before she went out, and also wrapped the silver for Hu Zi. When she looked up at him again, she felt a little embarrassed, "Hey, I only brought a handkerchief."
"It's okay." Li Qishen lowered his hands and rolled them himself. The sugar grains went down, but the fingertips seemed to still have the touch of before.
Soft and warm, like a freshly peeled lychee.
He swallowed and said, "It's okay if we don't go to Zhenwei Pavilion. Is there any other place you want to go?"
Xie Wangzhi didn't like to go shopping, but she felt happy when she went out with Li Qishen. Without a destination, anywhere was fine. She stood up and said, "Let's just walk around."
Li Qishen responded, hooked Zhao Ye's bridle, and walked towards the street first.
The two of them walked aimlessly along the long street. There were many shops on both sides, but Li Qishen didn't have any particular preferences. Xie Wangzhi did, but all the things she liked were bought by Xie Yunzhi and ordered from the store. There was no need to buy them at this time.
Xie Wangzhi was wearing embroidered shoes today. The soles were soft, but they were not suitable for long walks. After walking for a while, she began to feel uncomfortable under her feet. She didn't act pretentiously and said to Li Qishen directly, "Let's go back. It's almost time, and my feet are not very comfortable."
Li Qishen glanced at the embroidered shoes under the skirt, understood, and took Xie Wangzhi to a more secluded place, intending to help her mount the horse.
He stretched out his hand first, and Xie Wangzhi naturally raised his hand and placed it on his arm. Through his clothes, he could feel the taut muscle lines underneath, which were just the right height and depth, making him look powerful but not exaggerated. Xie Wangzhi was so confused for no reason that he even forgot to step on the stirrups.
Li Qishen didn't know what she was thinking, so he teased her deliberately: "Why, after walking around, did you forget how to get on the horse?"
“… No, I didn’t.” Xie Wangzhi turned her head and glanced at him. This look was a bit like a temper tantrum, with a hint of coquettishness, but she got on the horse very neatly with the help of Li Qishen’s strength. If it weren’t for the gorgeous clothes on her body, she would have looked like a little chivalrous woman.
She sat on the horse and looked down at Li Qishen, "Look, did I forget?"
"I haven't forgotten." Li Qishen smiled, stepped on the stirrup, climbed onto the horse, still sitting behind her, and pulled the reins. "Are you leaving?"
Xie Wangzhi responded and grabbed the saddle: "Let's go."
Having been with Li Qishen for five years, Zhaoye knew him very well. As soon as the reins moved the bridle, he would trot out immediately, running all the way back to Anxingfang towards the setting sun.
Li Qishen controlled the speed and didn't let it run too fast. When they arrived at Xie's house, there were still about 25 minutes before curfew. Xie Wangzhi was afraid that he would not be able to make it back in time. He paused for a moment when he got off the horse and did not even let Li Qishen help him. He got off the horse in a hurry: "It's almost time. You should go back quickly. There is no inn in Anxingfang. It will be troublesome if you get stuck."
"I know." With Zhao Ye here, as long as he is willing to pay the fine, there is no way he can't get back. Li Qishen was not panicked at all, and nodded with a smile, "Go back."
Xie Wangzhi nodded, lifted her skirt slightly and walked towards Xie Mansion. Her back looked quite graceful and elegant.
After she entered the door, Li Qishen retracted his gaze and stroked the horse's mane. He just lowered his head and saw something on the saddle.
It was a purse, empty inside, with a tight opening and bright colors, obviously newly embroidered. The base color of the purse was indigo, and the embroidery was of freehand flying birds, much better than the ones Xie Wangzhi had embroidered when he was young. At first glance, it had the feel of ink and wash, and looked like a small painting casually drawn.
No wonder he paused when he got off the horse just now and walked so hurriedly.
Li Qishen sighed softly, picked up the purse, pressed his fingertips over the undulating embroidery on it, and smiled: "You're being so secretive when giving a gift. You're really going backwards as you grow older."
He said it lightly, but he treasured it with his hands. He carefully put the purse into his arms, right next to his heart, and patted it to make sure it wouldn't fall before removing his hand. Li Qishen held the reins with one hand, and patted Zhao Ye's horse mane with the other hand, saying in a light tone: "Let's go back."
Zhaoye couldn't understand human language, but it understood the command. It tapped its hooves on the ground and ran forward.
The sun was about to set, and the golden-red light coated the young general and his warhorse, like a painting outlined in gold. Li Qishen controlled his horse and ran towards the place where the sun was setting. His light amber eyes stared directly at the setting sun and the large swathes of flaming clouds. The golden and red in his eyes interlaced like a pool of molten gold.
**
Posthouse.
At the beginning of this year, Li Chengjing listened to An Guangxing's advice and ordered the governors of various places to come to Beijing. The governors were located in places far and near, and half of them arrived at the end of February. But even if they were half of them, each of them brought their own soldiers, so where to stay was also a problem. Of course, the Daming Palace could not be vacated, so they stayed in various places and finally moved to the post station.
After all, he was a prince in the outer court and a general in the army. Li Qishen was assigned a solitary room in the inn, so at least he didn't have to sleep on a large bunk bed and squeeze together with the non-commissioned officers.
But he didn't care, sleeping anywhere was fine, even sleeping on the street. After taking a bath, Li Qishen sat on the ground, casually draped a large sleeve on his shoulders, with the sleeves and hem spread out on the ground, against the curly long hair, like a roll of flowing clouds.
He lit the lamp and looked through the two purses on the table.
Xie Wangzhi embroidered a lot of purses for him, but in the end he only got three. The one with the whole body of the coal ball embroidered on it was lost in the chaos of the army. After the war, Li Qishen returned to the desert and searched for it several times, but he still couldn't find it. Grassland girls don't know how to make delicate things like purses. Li Shutan doesn't like to embroider, and Li Qishen certainly doesn't accept the embroidery of Liang Zhenlian. The one he has been using for so many years is the one that Xie Wangzhi embroidered at the beginning.
But now there is one more available. Li Qishen smiled and officially announced the retirement of the coal ball. He put it in the box, leaving the one with the flying bird pattern.
He had just put away his purse when there was a knock on the door, not too loud or too light, but exactly three times, and Li Rongjin's voice came through: "I'm coming in?"
"Come in." Li Qishen quickly pulled off the sleeves on his shoulders and put them into his outer shirt with his hands.
When Li Rongjin entered the room, he saw his nephew hurriedly putting on his coat. He sighed, "What are you doing? She's not a young lady, and she's not naked. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I am not well-groomed, and it is not good to meet guests." Li Qishen touched the tip of his nose and tightened the belt of his coat. He usually wore a round-necked robe or light armor, which was elegant and neat, but now he was wearing a big sleeve and long hair, which made him look a bit gentle and romantic.
Li Rongjin shook his head, without commenting, and sat down next to him: "What were you doing just now?"
"I didn't do anything." Li Qishen instinctively didn't want his uncle to know about the purse, so he covered it up with a casual, "I was just in a daze."
Chang'an's ups and downs, so many lies he told over the years, almost became instinctive, he could tell them at will, and his eyes were so sincere that Li Rongjin couldn't see it. He looked at his nephew for a while, feeling powerless, but he could only continue to say: "What are you staring at?"
Li Qishen really didn't expect Li Rongjin to respond to this. He was stunned for a moment and said what he was thinking just now without paying attention: "I was wondering if a girl's lip balm is sweet."
Li Rongjin: “…”
"Where the hell have you been, you bastard?!" He was so frightened that if he hadn't brought a whip with him, he would have whipped him.
After being yelled at, Li Qishen came back to his senses and did not hide his words: "I went to meet someone."
"The one who gave you the purse?"
Li Qishen was inexplicably surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. He just nodded and said, "Yes."
"It looks like it's your little lover," Li Rongjin breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of joking, "The young lady you gave the betrothal gift to?"
After he said that, Li Qishen remembered that there was such a thing. It was one thing to talk nonsense in Fengzhou, and it was another thing in Chang'an City. But at that time, the situation was forced to do so in order to evade the matter of Liang Zhenlian. If he changed his words now, when he returned to Fengzhou, Li Rongjin could really stuff Liang Zhenlian into his account.
He could only apologize to Xie Wangzhi in his heart and go along with the answer: "Yes."
"Then if you return to Beijing now, do you want to discuss the marriage?" Li Rongjin was quite interested. "Take the young lady to Fengzhou?"
Li Qishen really thought about it and thought that if he dared to take Xie Wangzhi to Fengzhou, he would be killed by Xie Yunzhi thousands of miles away. He shook his head and said vaguely: "It's too early."
"What do you mean by early? You may think it's early, but others may not. You will become someone else's by tomorrow. You need to find out clearly whether she is engaged or not, whether she has set her eyes on someone else, and what her parents think." Li Rongjin didn't have to marry Liang Zhenlian to Li Qishen. It was a pity, but if his nephew really liked another girl, he would be willing to pay attention to her. "Besides, I am your uncle after all. I have to meet this girl and see how she is better than Miaoxin. She has seduced you so much."
"Goodbye." Li Qishen said casually, "I'm afraid of scaring her."
"Scared?" Li Rongjin laughed, "The only one who can subdue you is probably a tiger. Can I scare a tiger?"
Li Qishen was stunned, looked at Li Rongjin, and suddenly smiled. The light was warm yellow, falling on him, highlighting his long black hair, and the movement of his eyelashes was the scenery of the whole city.
"No, it's not a tiger." He said softly, "It's a peach fairy."
Li Rongjin felt a pain in his teeth, stood up, patted his hem and said, "I don't understand you young people, I'm leaving now."
"Uncle, take care." Li Qishen said politely, but he just sat there with no intention of getting up.
Fortunately, Li Rongjin didn't care. He went out and was about to close the door when he suddenly leaned out halfway and said jokingly, "By the way, nephew, since your lover is a peach blossom fairy, don't think about whether the things on her lips are sweet or bitter. Just go up and taste them, and you will know after you taste them!"
He left without waiting for Li Qishen to reply. With a bang, the door slammed shut, and the room became quiet again, except for the sound of candle flames popping.
The army is full of men, and there are many vulgar and obscene words. Li Qishen himself doesn't say them, but at least he is 19 years old, so it is impossible for him not to understand. Li Rongjin's words are not too vulgar, but the meaning behind them is tempting.
Li Qishen suddenly thought of the flower scent on Xie Wangzhi's lips in the East Market. He raised his hand and licked the tip of his index finger for no reason, which happened to be the place where Xie Wangzhi's lips had been touched before.
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