"The snowflakes are like palms and cannot cover your eyes, and the wind is as powerful as a knife, which keeps me worried."
Jie Jiming sighed and felt sincerely by the window.
Kong Changhui heard the sadness in his words, and stepped forward to comfort him: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
After listening to Kong Changhui's words, Shi Zhongfei slapped the table: "Well said! Changhui, have you found out what's wrong with that letter of collaboration with the enemy?"
Kong Changhui's expression was startled, and then he looked ashamed and said, "No, Su Qianle insisted that he found it in the young master's room. I really don't know where to start."
Xie Jiming was initially comforted by his impassioned words, but then after listening to his words, he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Shi Zhongfei, who was originally full of enthusiasm and high spirits, suddenly dropped his head and stopped playing. Jiao Shi kicked him under the table and looked at him with resentment, complaining that he didn't open a certain pot.
"Hey, Master Xie, don't just shake your head. If you have any other ideas, please give me some advice." Kong Changhui pulled Xie Jiming back to the table and sat down.
"I've been very busy these days, you'd better figure it out on your own." Jie Jiming held his head against a headache.
He was not trying to shirk it. As the Minister of Rites, the fifth prince of the Mongolian tribe was about to arrive in Beijing. Although the emperor had said that there was no need to stay in another place, he still needed to prepare for the reception.
In addition, Prince Yu will also get married soon, and there are many things going on.
It was already very difficult for him to find time to come here today.
Kong Changhui had also received some rumors and knew that Xie Jiming was too busy taking care of himself.
It seems that Haikou, who had been so righteous in the morning court, could only kneel down and think of a solution. He sighed to Xie Jiming: "His Royal Highness King Yu is already so popular now. When the fifth prince comes to Beijing, His Royal Highness King Yu is getting married to a Mongolian princess, which is not bad, even if the emperor doesn’t want to appoint him, how long can he delay it.”
The other three people all had heavy expressions and remained silent, just when the atmosphere was extremely dull.
The door was suddenly pushed open gently, and Bingwen stood outside the house. Behind him was Feng Tao Xue Bao, but his face was calm and calm.
The four of them felt overjoyed when they saw him. Jiao Shi quickly invited him in, closed the door, poured him a cup of tea and handed it over, then stood beside him.
Bingwen turned to look at him and smiled warmly: "Now you are also the boss of Ming Sa Garden, so sit down."
Jiao Shi was still hesitant, so Shi Zhongfei pulled him to sit next to him and asked Bingwen, "Are you awake?"
Bingwen rolled his eyes at him: "No, you asked me nonsense."
When Shi Zhongfei was teased like this, his face showed a look of pleasure.
This was the Bingwen he was familiar with, strategizing and calm. The desperate look last night was really too scary.
Bingwen looked at Kong Changhui and continued what he heard when he pushed the door open: "Whether Prince Yu can take the position of crown prince depends on whether His Highness Prince Mo agrees."
"But..." Kong Changhui looked at the remaining three people. Apart from him and Bingwen, no one in the room knew that Xiao Mubai had quietly returned to Beijing.
Xiao Mubai didn't show up last night, and Kong Changhui was very disappointed with him. When Bingwen mentioned it, he was naturally hesitant to speak.
"Master Jie should also know that His Highness King Mo will return to Beijing soon." Bingwen looked at Jie Jiming.
Xie Jiming nodded: "The Ministry of Rites has also received the notice that His Highness King Mo will return to the capital. Judging by the time, he is almost the same as the fifth prince."
Kong Changhui curled his lips: "Why did you go so early? By the time he comes back, the young master will have already left the capital."
Bingwen's eyes darkened. This was the only thing he was dissatisfied with Xiao Mubai about.
Jie Jiming didn't know the inside story, so he glanced at Kong Changhui and said angrily: "His Royal Highness King Mo rushed back from Chongqing City. He can do it as quickly as he wants, and he can still predict whether it will happen or not."
Kong Changhui's heart froze as he teased him, and he felt a breath stuck in his chest, making him breathless and very uncomfortable.
"Chang Hui just thinks that if His Highness Prince Mo can return to Beijing as soon as possible, he may be able to reverse the young master's situation yesterday. Don't blame him too harshly." Seeing this, Shi Zhongfei tried to smooth things over and persuaded Xie Jiming, saying Wan also gave Kong Changhui a hard time and asked him, "Really?"
Kong Changhui twitched the corner of his mouth and hummed reluctantly.
Bingwen turned the tea cup in his hand thoughtfully. After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about whether His Highness King Mo will come back sooner or later. Anyway, after he comes back..."
When everyone saw him starting to explain things with a solemn expression, they all moved their heads towards him.
The wind and snow outside seemed to be getting stronger again, the branches were shaking wildly, and the snow was falling...
Only a few of the children of the aristocratic families in Mingxiang Garden were still cooking wine and enjoying the snow.
In the originally dimly lit market, the vendors had closed their stalls early tonight, leaving only a few pedestrians on the road with hurried expressions, hands in their sleeves, and hurried steps against the wind and snow.
At this time, the well-dressed Bian Ding was standing at the door of the wine shop. He bought two jars of hot shabu knives, turned around, held them in his arms and rushed towards Sinan's mansion.
He returned to his watching position in the tree and handed a jar to Xian Li: "I asked the store to cook it, but this wine is too strong. Are you sure you are used to it?"
Xian Li took the jar of wine and drank half of it. His face was still as white as snow, without a trace of blush.
The weather in the twelfth lunar month of winter was so cold that even though Bian Ding had rushed back quickly, the originally scalding hot wine was only slightly warm in his hands.
Only when it reached my stomach did I feel a hint of warmth.
Bian Ding saw that she drank the whole jar in two gulps without changing her expression, then hung the jug on the tree, thought about it and asked: "That night in the Huanyue Room of Yixiang Tower, you and Young Master Bingwen drank all night, The two of them are indeed very drunk, but the girl is pretending to be drunk, right?"
The night Bian Dingwen asked was the time when Xia Chu was carried back by the raven, and Su Qianle happened to catch him and wanted to change his clothes and wipe them.
Xian Li frowned slightly, that night, she was indeed pretending to be drunk.
Her drinking ability was developed in the army. In those years, in the military camp of Liang State, in order to avoid being humiliated, getting the soldiers drunk was the simplest and fastest way.
She has been practicing dancing since she was a child, and she learned martial arts from all kinds of soldiers.
She has never been drunk since she followed Xiao Mubai.
She endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden to survive, just so that she could see her brother again one day and avenge her family's bloodshed.
Only then would she have the dignity to leave this broken body and go underground to meet her parents.
But, that night.
Drunk Bingwen, with flushed cheeks and affectionate eyes, asked her for the first time: "Xianli, are you willing to be with me for the rest of your life..."
(End of chapter)