Yan Lingbin was a little afraid to look at Li Hong, who was sitting next to her. She looked at the famous painting on the wall in front of her, which flickered on both sides from time to time. A thick and violent aura filled the tip of her nose at some point, and a wave of From fear at first, to getting used to it, and then finding it pleasant to smell, within a few breaths, Yan Lingbin got used to the man next to him.
A small part of the lotus root-like jade was exposed. The warm Li Zheng Hall was in sharp contrast with the cold night outside. Feeling the man sitting next to him, Yan Lingbin tried hard to adjust his mood and force himself to pay attention. Li fell into memories and thought for a while before saying: "I have met him once before and talked about poetry with him in Huancai Pavilion."
"So what do you think of him?"
A strange feeling made Yan Lingbin feel a trembling throbbing in his heart. From the Dantian of his lower abdomen, like vitality, it began to swim in his limbs, and his whole delicate body became a little hot and weak.
Trying to focus his attention not on the hand that seemed to be able to master magic, he tried his best to keep his voice steady and said: "He is arrogant, relies on his talents, and despises the world. He is ambitious, talented, and... He longs for fame and hopes to use his talents to help the world, but..."
Yan Lingbin began to feel a little panicked, and looked at the invisible door of the study around the corner from time to time. She was afraid that if Xiaoxue or any of the others came in at this time, it would be embarrassing to see her lying limply in the prince's arms.
"You go on."
"Well, it's..." Yan Lingbin was so flustered by Li Hong's hand that he forgot what he wanted to say.
"You just mentioned some of his advantages, does he have no shortcomings?" Li Hong reminded him in time, smelling the fragrance in his hair, and said lightly.
"Yes, Wang Bo hopes to be able to use his talents to help the world, but... I have only met him once. I am afraid that my view is not accurate. I just think that he... is careless and lacks strategy. Although now a scholar in Chang'an or a scholar in the world The reputation of the Four Heroes of the Tang Dynasty was spread among the people, and he was ranked first, but... The slave thought that it was about his talents. As for how he dealt with people and treated people, the slave thought that he could not compare with the other three. , as if he didn't understand the world." Yan Lingbin relaxed himself completely and tilted his head to sort out his views on Wang Bo.
"You are right. Although Wang Fuchou is just a small Huazhou Sigong who joined the army, he is in charge of officials, examinations, rituals and music, schools, etc. It can be said that he is not a powerful person. If he is raised in such a family, I am afraid that he will When it comes to dealing with people, it's a bit worse." Li Hong held a strand of Yan Lingbin's hair in his hand and played with it.
"Wang Fuchou?" Yan Lingbin turned her head strangely and looked at the prince who was very close to her cheek.
"Yes, Wang Fuchou is Wang Bo's father. He himself is ordinary, but his whole life's efforts and aspirations have been pinned on Wang Bo, hoping that he can honor his ancestors and be promoted to a noble rank."
Yan Lingbin nodded understandingly. She admired Wang Bo's talent very much. When she went out to greet him, it was because this man was so talented that no one could keep up with his thinking and talent. So she was forced to go out and deal with it. But even so, I could only barely talk to him on the road of poetry and poetry, and the discussions were all empty talk and delusions.
But this person is far inferior to others in terms of how he behaves. Perhaps because of his so-called talent, people ignore his other shortcomings and think that this is what a man of letters should be like.
"How many times have you seen him?" Li Hong asked suddenly.
Yan Lingbin, who was immersed in the past, lay obediently in Li Hong's arms. He also held a strand of Li Hong's hair and twisted it around his fingertips. He subconsciously said: "I have only met this person once. His poetry is so talented." It is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people. I am afraid that only King Luo Bin, Lu Zhaolin, Yang Jiong, and Your Highness can compete. That's not right. Even King Luo Bin and the three of them are less arrogant than Wang Bo. That's it. Once this happens, only you can beat him."
Li Hong smiled. Wang Bo was too utilitarian. When he helped Li Xian write the cockfighting essay, it already showed that he was too utilitarian. However, this person was not a man of power, and he also had the pride and pride of a literary fanatic. Integrity is like a double-edged sword, hurting others and yourself, ruining your own career and cheating your father.
In the faint silence, Yan Lingbin, who had completely relaxed, was looking lovingly at Li Hong's bright eyes, which glowed charmingly under the light.
"Your Highness... lamp..."
"Um… ."
"This is in His Highness's study. My beautiful body is lying on the desk where His Highness usually works."
"This is the place where His Highness the Crown Prince handles political affairs. When His Highness the Crown Prince handles political affairs tomorrow, he will also remember that I once lay here at his disposal."
"Nothing can be lost about this desk from now on. I will think of you every day when I look at it."
"Well… ."
"My servant Xiaoxue has met Miss Yan and bowed to her."
"You...ah."
"Why don't you sleep a little longer? The noise from the stairs last night sounded..."
"Damn Xiaoxue, you still said... look at me..."
In the back garden of the East Palace, Bai Chun unexpectedly appeared next to Li Hong. Someone whose body and hair were still steaming in the cold morning took the fur that Bai Chun gently put on his shoulders and said, "Last night Li Yan Lingbin is sleeping in the East Palace."
"Yes." Bai Chun responded lightly, thought for a moment and said: "Yang Yu stayed at Pei Wanying's house very late last night before going back. This morning, when Hua Meng and Jingzhe were waiting for Wanying, the servants of Yang Sijian's house Just peeking from the side."
"Isn't there any good news? How is your father's arrangement going? Where are the others?" Li Hong gasped and asked calmly.
"Good news... I have sent them back to Kucha. As for how to resettle them, how about they be arranged in the army?"
"In the military? Are they willing? What on earth are you thinking? It's not that serious. You have to ask them to die on the battlefield one by one? Don't you know that even if they have military exploits and you are here, they can't be there? He has gained a place in the army." Li Hong stopped and said anxiously.
This guy is still angry with herself, stuck in the horns of a bull and unable to pull it out. Why does she have to let her half-brothers die before she can stop
"If it weren't for their coercion, my father would never have thought about reviving the country at such an old age. Now that my father is dead, revenge will naturally have to be avenged! It is already a mercy not to bury them with him." Bai Chun had a beautiful face , a bit colder than this cold morning.
"You have to take care of this matter yourself, but this is the only time. You will never act on your own initiative in the future. This East Palace doesn't have an owner yet, and there are already people who are fighting overtly and secretly. You have to be more in control and suppress it in the future. "There can't be any problems in the East Palace." Li Hong looked at the stubborn Bai Chun and knew that if she didn't agree, it would be difficult for her brothers to return to Qiuci alive. As long as she became stubborn, she would not give up.
What's more, with the Jingwei she controlled, it was simply too easy to let those people die.
"I am a slave, in charge of the Crown Princess and other concubines in the East Palace?"
"Then give yourself an official position."
"No… ."
(End of chapter)