Zhan Yin likes plum cakes, but not pea cakes, but was stuffed into her mouth. Under the cold eyes of her brother, she didn't dare to say anything.
Xian Sheng tried to see something from Zhan Zhen's face, but when he was staring at Zhan Zhen, the latter stared at Zhan Yin for an instant. He had to withdraw his gaze, and Zhan Zhen also closed his gaze back.
Zhan Yin, who was let go, weakly threw the pea cake aside, replaced it with plum cake, and took a peek at that special crisp spot by the way.
Xian Sheng frowned and realized that it was the reason for the crispness. He tried to piece together the complete words in Zhan Yin's mouth—
flat… ? Ping what
But in any case, I can't figure out what this "ping" and crisp point can be related to.
He stood up, under Zhan Yin's gaze, picked up the distinctive crispy dish, first handed it to Zhan Yin, and said gently: "I wonder if the queen mother has kept it for you."
Zhan Yin blushed, and silently stretched out a hand and squeezed a piece. Zhan Jin on one side tightened his fingers on the table slightly, and then slowly left the table, but it was still unavoidable to pass. In front of her: "A Jin?"
He looked embarrassed, and slowly said, "The queen also kept a portion for me, so I won't eat it anymore."
On one side, Zhan Yin covered her mouth to hide the surprise and unstoppable smile, Xian Sheng calmly put the crisp points back, he stroked his cuffs, sat down on the chair, and said, "It turns out that A Jin also has "His Royal Highness said that this thing is for replenishing the body, I thought it was my sick child alone."
Zhan Jin: "..."
His expression was a little guilty, and Xian Sheng took everything into his eyes and confirmed the problem in his heart, but he was originally a man, even if he was a woman again, it was impossible for someone to tell him about the physiology of a woman. For a while, he still didn’t. The exact answer.
The two-pot soup on the table gradually made a gurgling sound, and Xian Sheng put vegetables in it first, actively breaking the weird atmosphere. Soon, Zhan Yin began to chat about things in the palace.
Zhanhua is already sober, but because he is too close, he has received too much impact, and has many fractures on his body. It will take at least half a year to fully recover. This also means that it is impossible for him to go hunting in the spring. There were a few wrinkles in this worry. Her two sons died in battle, and now only Zhanhua is left. She still counts on him to get ahead. If he is really hurt, he will not be reused by Emperor Jin in this life. How can he not? worry.
Qing Rong’s hand is completely not healed. She was originally left-handed, but this time Qin Yi directly abolished her left hand. For the past two days, she has been washing her face with tears, and even ran to Emperor Jin to cry, requesting that Qin Yi be treated as soon as possible. Capture her and avenge her.
Speaking of Qing Rong, Zhan Yin's face was still a bit tangled, apparently taking the other party's words in her heart. Zhan Zhen ignored her emotions and only reminded lightly: "Be careful with the knife in her hand."
Zhan Jin eats quietly throughout the whole process, looks calm, rarely talks, and only responds occasionally when asked.
The Xiansheng who was eating on the pottery was warm and sweaty. He couldn't resist even taking a few mouthfuls of hot pot, his cheeks and lips were red, and the sickly face appeared a little hibiscus-like color. , Zhan Zhen almost couldn't hold back her look. She glanced at her sister from the corner of her eyes and didn't control her expression, so she stuffed her mouth with a big mouthful of pepper.
Halfway through the meal, Jiang Qin suddenly came over and said that he had something to report to Zhan Zhen.
There is no custom for men and women to avoid suspicion in the North. Zhan Zhen directly called him in to have a meal. Jiang Qin raised the curtain and entered, and when he saw Zhan Yin and Zhan Jin, he condemned him.
Zhan Zhen said: "I have dinner first, warm up, and talk about other things later."
Jiang Qin ran outside for a day, but he really didn't have a meal. The maid added the tableware, and he thanked him again. Zhan Zhen suddenly looked sideways and joked: "What's the matter today? I suddenly became cautious?"
"Isn't this, is there a female family member?" Jiang Qin couldn't help but floated towards the wound on Zhanjin's forehead, and said casually: "Is the injury of the sixth princess better?"
Zhan Jin was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, the little general, for caring, I'm much better."
Jiang’s family has been famous for generations. Jiang Qin’s father is the well-known Wu’an General. But now that he is old, Jiangshan has been entrusted to the younger generation. Jiang Qin is his old son and has been very favored since he was a child. Zhanzhen is just a lieutenant, but everyone is used to calling him a little general.
Jiang Qin nodded, Zhan Yin frowned suddenly and said strangely: "When have you become familiar with A Jin?"
As soon as Jiang Qin was about to say something, Zhan Jin first explained: "I was injured and fainted two days ago. It was the doctor the little general took me to see."
"Ah, yes..."
"I respect the little general." Zhan Jin interrupted him again, raised a glass with a smile, Jiang Qin was taken aback, and had to drink.
Jiang Qin was also a wandering son. He spoke humorously and made Zhan Yin giggled. Xian Sheng was in poor health and was inconvenient to drink, so he drank a few more cups of tea.
When the dinner was over, Zhan Zhen took Jiang Qin to the study to talk, and Xian Sheng sent Zhan Yin and Zhan Jin out of the house. He noticed that Zhan Jin seemed a little bit hesitant and stopped, but after all, he didn’t say anything. Zhan Yin left together.
In this room, Zhan Zhen suddenly asked Jiang Qin after talking about official business: "A Jin didn't follow you to see the doctor that day?"
"This..." Jiang Qin hesitated, as if he was struggling with something.
Zhan Zhen saw it through and said: "A Jin never liked doctors. He knows some medical skills and has minor illnesses and pains. He is treated by himself. If he didn't let you see it, it would be reasonable."
"That's it." Jiang Qin did not continue to hide, saying: "At that time, she woke up not long after you left. She knew that I was going to take her to see the doctor, so she said no. I had to send her back to the palace before going in. Also told me not to tell anyone."
"His habit is very strange."
Jiang Qin didn't quite understand either, but he had already reported the matter, so he handed over: "Subordinates have retired."
"Snowy roads are slippery, be careful."
Zhan Zhen watched him leave, got up and walked back to the room. Just entering the inner room, he saw Xian Sheng sitting coldly at the table with the plate of'Yu Nu Feng's Milk Pastry' placed on the table.
"Everyone is gone. Your Royal Highness should be able to tell me the true effect of this crisp."
Zhan Zhen walked in slowly, sat down in front of him, raised his hand on his cheek, and praised: "The princess has become more and more beautiful these past few days."
Xian Sheng didn't want him at all, he said coolly: "I heard that the dignitaries in the north have a custom of banqueting for your wives after newlyweds. When you put this pastry on it, someone will naturally tell me what it is."
"... You will be ridiculed like that."
"Are you going to tell me?" Zhan Zhen was like a fire, and he was always upset when he opened his mouth.
Zhan Zhen had to put away his joking attitude, twisting the cup with his fingers, and slowly said in a low voice: "Yuelu Furushu."
"?" Xian Sheng said, "Are your teeth leaking?"
Zhan Zhen glanced at his chest, always feeling that it would make him embarrassed to say it, but if Xian Sheng really ran to feast on Mrs. Shang Jinggui, it would be even more embarrassing. He weighed it for a moment and had to tell him reluctantly. : "Yu Nv's rich milk crisps."
Xian Sheng heard it clearly, but didn't understand the effect for a while. After reacting for a while, he suddenly recovered. His face was instantly pale and pale, and he was extremely beautiful.
It turned out not to be suspicious, but actually...
He was a little bit shy, a little annoyed, and a little overwhelmed.
Zhanzhen observed his expression and tentatively said: "I knew that the princess had been ill since childhood, and was forbidden to eat meat, so she was shriveled. This is the secret system of the Northern Jin imperial palace. If the mother said it, it will be effective in seven days."
Xian Sheng bit his lip. No wonder Zhan Zhen kept his eyes longing when he ate some crisps for the past two days. Xian Sheng always felt weird. Only now, when he recalled, he realized that it was just the look in the eyes of a pig eating feed. As for why he longed for it. , Because he was waiting for a bite of fatty braised pork!
He felt ridiculous and absurd in his heart, and gradually he felt humiliated again, and his anger rose again, "You...cough cough cough!"
Zhan Zhen immediately came around and stroked his back, but was pushed away by him, "Stay away from me!"
Zhan Zhen pulled a stool and sat beside the screen, and waited for him to relax before saying, "Why are you angry?"
Xian Sheng was rightly confident: "Who asked you to make up your mind to make up for me... Did you make up there?!"
"You have been reluctant to have the same room with loneliness, and the princess is thinking about it. The princess has a low self-esteem, so as not to hurt your self-esteem, so..."
Xian Sheng couldn't bear it: "You and you are just like Mapingchuan, and you are inferior!"
Zhanzhen looked at his chest in silence, then looked at him, Xian Sheng subconsciously protected him with one hand, and turned to feel more and more absurd. He held back for a while, and angrily accused, "You, what are you showing off?"
Zhan Zhen took the opportunity to coax him: "If you make good breasts, you can show off to loneliness before March."
Xiansheng fried hair: "Slightly Zhan!"
"My name is Zhan Zhen."
"Slightly Zhan, slightly Zhan, slightly Zhan, slightly Zhan slightly!"
"..." This title was heard to Zhan Zhen in the past. It was mocking him for being beaten by Qin Tao and abandoning the city, and almost lost his life. That battle was a scar in Zhan Zhen's heart, a newborn calf heaven. Not afraid, not afraid, but as soon as he entered the battlefield, he was slapped with a resounding slap and directly shot him from Nanliang back to the Northern Jin Dynasty, full of humiliation.
But at this moment Xian Sheng shouted provocatively, and he suddenly felt a little cute.
Is it because I can't find anything to curse, so I can only stab him with this nickname
Zhan Zhen said: "You say it again and try again."
Xian Sheng was fierce: "Zhan slightly!"
"..." Zhan Zhen suddenly pulled the chair and moved it in front of him. Xian Sheng reflexively pulled the chair back, but he suddenly grabbed the chair that had just been pulled out. Zhan Zhen directly brought him in front of him, and then hugged him. Kissed hard.
Xian Sheng was kissed by him for about half a cup of tea. He was out of breath, and his heartbeat almost stopped beating before he was finally let go. The waist of his hand hadn't left yet, Zhan Zhen deliberately said: "I have to force it. Gag your mouth alone."
"you this… "
Zhan Zhen patiently waited for what new ideas he could curse—
"Slightly smelly! You deserve to lose so badly back then!"
The corner of Zhan Zhen’s mouth raised and the palms pressed hard, Xian Sheng’s waist was lifted by him, and he sat directly on his lap, and gave him a kiss on his cheek: "In the future, if you call out a little bit, the gu will default. You think Go kiss."
"..." Xian Sheng covered his face, stared at him for a while, Zhan Zhen kissed him again, and said, "Hey, don't be angry, I'm wrong."
Xian Sheng covered his other face with his hand again, and Zhan Zhen kissed his forehead again. He couldn't finish covering it, so he could only continue to stare at him.
Zhan Zhen petted his nose and said, "You all admit your mistakes, are you still angry?"
Xian Sheng insisted: "Emotions are not controlled by reason."
Zhan Zhen held him in his arms with both hands, and Xian Sheng couldn't push him away, so he had to let him hug him. He felt that he was like some kind of clingy large animal—a very annoying one!
He covered his face and frowned. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had been affected by Zhan Zhen recently. He didn't like to lose his temper before and couldn't lift the energy for anything, but Zhan Zhen could just give it a word. He is refreshing and refreshing, making him'energetic'.
He gradually calmed down in Zhanzhen’s arms, thinking that this would never be the case. He had to please Zhanzhen rather than lose his temper to ensure that before being discovered, Zhanzhen had a good affection for him and could be in the near future. Before he died, listen to him say a few words and let Nanliang make a living.
He calmed down, lowered his voice, and said: "I'm not angry anymore, you let me go."
Zhan Zhen asked: "Really?"
Xian Sheng told himself to be calm, and answered, "Really."
Zhan Zhen relieved his heart and said immediately: "Then have some more crispy pieces."
This delicious crisp was handed to him again, Xian Sheng watched quietly, quietly...
Then suddenly he stretched out his hand and knocked it off fiercely: "You give me out! Don't touch me! Don't hold me! Get out, get out!!!"
The dried fruit on the plate was scattered all over the floor, Xian Sheng grabbed the wooden compote and beat him out, then closed the door hard, panting and sitting at the table, covering his lips and coughing.
Something in his throat seems to be scratching underneath. This is the reason why his vocalization is too strong. His voice is usually very soft, because of lung disease, his voice is slightly mute, and it is very comfortable when he speaks in a low voice. The loud voice is a little hoarse, and even some syllables can't be produced due to shortness of breath.
Zhan Zhen also found that he was teasing his head too much. After being kicked out, he didn't dare to come back to provoke him. Yuehua and Ruyi stood outside, both bowing their heads.
His Royal Highness, facing people other than Princess Xian Sheng, even smiling, gave people a very ruthless feeling.
It took Xian Sheng too much effort to drive Zhan Zhen away, and he leaned on the table, his brain groggy.
No matter what, he will never eat that crisp bite anymore. In case it is not useful to eat a little bit by then, Zhan Zhen will definitely doubt whether something is wrong. After all, it is necessary to find out the truth. possible.
He was lying motionless, and suddenly there was a knock from the window. Something hit the window and the sound of wings flapping. Xian Sheng looked sideways and raised his ears. It was quiet for a while, and the window was knocked again. the sound of.
Is it a bird that can't find food in winter
Xian Sheng dragged his weak body, slowly climbed up, walked to the window, lifted his hands away, but he saw a snow dove, white all over, made of snow, and his mouth was a sharp piece of wood. His eyes were dark, and he actually used cinnabar to dot two red balls on his cheeks. Because there were no feet, he looked like he was squatting on the window lattice.
Suddenly there was a gurgling sound in my ear, and the voice said: "Princess Princess, are you still angry?"
Xian Sheng said: "Yes."
"Zhan Zhen is actually for your own good. For my beauty, can you forgive him?"
Xian Sheng's gaze fell on the self-proclaimed beautiful snow dove, and said mercilessly: "What are you, dare you to influence my decision?"
The pigeon was dumb for a while, and then said: "In fact, Zhan Zhen's move is also for the princess's sake. I am worried that you will feel inferior."
"I don't feel inferior."
"Then can you have sex with Zhanzhen tonight?"
"Have his dream of spring and autumn." Xian Sheng reached out and took the pigeon into the house, then closed the window.
He put the pigeon on the fruit plate and said: "You speak again."
The'pigeon' was silent.
Xian Sheng snorted. After undressing, he crawled onto the bed and rolled up the quilt to wrap himself around. After a while, he turned to look at the pigeon in the fruit bowl. He suddenly couldn't help but smiled. After the laugh, he felt inexplicable. He was obviously angry. , Why are you suddenly happy
Reason makes him straighten his face.
The temperature inside the house quickly caused the snow pigeons to melt. Xian Sheng looked at it for a while, but regretted it again.
Although Zhan Lue is not a good thing, but the craftsmanship is really good, and I don't know which ice sculpture master learned the craft.
He pushed open the window again, and at the same time climbed up to Xiaochu, leaned out his neck and looked left and right. He made sure that Zhan Zhen was not hiding on one side. The mouth of the pigeon that had fallen was put back.
Unfortunately, it is not as good as Zhan Zhen's dexterity, no matter how to put it, I feel ugly.
Xian Sheng looked left and right, just as he wanted to do that, the pigeon's eyes fell off. He paused, lightly sighed against the palm of his hand, then pinched his eyeballs and pressed them back awkwardly.
On one side of the wall, Zhan Zhen's head poked out, just to get a panoramic view of his movements, his hands wrapped around his chest, and his heart said: Duplicity.
In this compartment, Xian Sheng just let go, and the other eyeball fell off. He finally retracted his frozen hand, let out a sigh of relief, and watched the lifelike pigeons turn into a plate of'pigeon soup'.
"He tossed me, and you tossed me." Xian Sheng complained, unable to hold it up, so he raised his hand to close the window and got into the bed again with the stove in his arms.
He didn't care about where Zhan Zhen went to sleep, he was always in the Prince's Mansion, and he would definitely not be able to freeze.
He fell asleep peacefully, and in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt someone pushing him, "Princess?"
It was Yuehua's voice, Xian Sheng couldn't open his sleepy eyelids, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"His Royal Highness is still standing at the door. The winter in the North is not as good as Nanliang. What if it freezes out?"
"Why is he standing..."
"He said the princess would not allow him to enter the door." Yuehua said, "We are in the Northern Jin Dynasty, the princess... let him in first."
Xian Sheng frowned, his head gradually clear. Yuehua’s difficulty is because this matter is a private matter of a husband and wife, she may not be easy to manage, but anyway, this is the Northern Jin Dynasty, he is a princess of Liang, who shut the Northern Jin prince out in the middle of the night, and understands that it is a small couple's trouble. If he is awkward and incomprehensible, it may be said that he is arrogant and arrogant, so she still has to remind her.
This Zhan Zhen...
Xian Sheng was so sleepy that he couldn't express his temper, and said helplessly, "Let him come in."
Ruyi hurried to invite him, and after a while, he came back to report: "His Royal Highness said that the princess beat him out... I must hear the princess say let in."
"..." Xian Sheng was paralyzed for a while, had to put on his clothes and get out of bed. As soon as he walked to the door, he was suddenly picked up and walked back like a child. Zhan Zhen said, "Go out."
Ruyi and Yuehua did not dare to disobey their orders, bowed back and closed the door.
Xian Sheng was put back on the bed, but frowned: "You still carry the incense from the house, so you haven't been waiting outside at all."
Zhan Zhen doesn't think that's a big deal at all: "The lonely go out and stand for a while?"
"never mind."
Does it matter how long he stands? The important thing is how the outsiders will spread it. Xian Sheng took off his shirt, shrank back into the quilt, and said, "I'm going to sleep, you must not make trouble."
Zhan Zhen obediently said: "Okay."
Xian Sheng closed his eyes, and after a while, opened them again: "Don't look at me."
"The lone has to admit his mistake."
"Your confession is that you give me milk sour cream while making a mistake." Xian Sheng was still angry: "I said no."
"Then you go to sleep." Zhan Zhen was afraid that he would be angry again, and said warmly: "I just sit and never move."
Xian Sheng closed his eyes twice and opened them again.
Zhan Zhen looked at him and said thoughtfully: "Your reaction is really strange."
Xian Sheng's heart beat, and he was surprised for a while, and said coldly, "Why is it strange?"
As Zhan Zhen thought, he replied, "Everything is strange."
Xian Sheng grabbed the quilt and thought for a while. He also felt that he refused to eat the milk cake a little bit like a woman. He lowered his eyelashes, raised it weakly, and spoke again, and his voice softened: "Xiang Gong."
Zhan Zhen's brain, which was quickly organizing information, gave him a stop. He subconsciously looked at Xian Sheng and asked in a voice softer than him: "What's wrong?"
"Can't you... accept the real me?" Xian Sheng endured the shame and slowly said, "Why do I have to eat that? Big... Am I going to have to bear a lot of weight for no reason?"
At first glance, it makes sense.
Zhan Zhen paused, but insisted: "... Lady, it's getting more and more weird."
Xian Sheng looked at him and suddenly hooked his finger.
Zhan Zhen: "?"
"You, come here a little bit."
Zhan Zhen bent over the bed, pursing her lips, her long eyelashes were as dark as crow's wings, casting a shadow on her eyelids.
There is a saying that it is more beautiful to look at beauties under the light, and the hazy beauty is more fascinating.
He said, "Come here a little bit more."
Zhan Zhen leaned closer, staring at his face, and the next second, Xian Sheng got up and kissed his cheek.
He stopped and looked at his long black hair. His slender neck was slightly stretched as he supported his head to kiss himself, showing a sharp and skinny beauty. After lying down, he converged back and became Pale and fragile—
Subconsciously, he touched the tip of his tongue to the place where he had kissed on the cheek.
Hearing his low and soft voice sounded like nature: "Tell me, where am I strange to you?"