Zhao Jingyan ignited fighting spirit.
"That's right. Don't be sad and blame others. Only getting drunk can relieve your sorrow. Wanwan, would you like to get drunk with me?"
"What did you call me?" Qingguan heard clearly this time.
"What's the difference between Qingguan and Wanwan? I've been forced to marry a wife, so why can't I call you this?"
Zhao Jingyan knew that what she said was unreasonable, but she spoke very frankly like a gentleman.
Qingguan lowered his head, with a picturesque silhouette under his eyes. There seems to be a little bit of truth. Qingwan and Wanwan are no different, they are just names. Inside, there is always someone else.
In this life, who else would call her Qian Ziqi
Being drunk, Qingguan felt that something was coming out from the bottom of her heart. She didn't want it to come out, so she could only suppress it.
"Zhao Jingyan, I respect you."
"Wan Wan, I respect you."
The cups touched one place, and the man in front of him had a face as bright as the moon and eyes as deep as the abyss, and there was something strange in Qing Guan's eyes.
She laughed to herself. Under such beautiful moonlight, her heart trembled for this guy. It seemed that the wine must be too strong.
There was a strange feeling in Qingguan's heart, as unreal as flying through the clouds, "Zhao Jingyan, Gu family, I'm starting to move."
The wine glass in her hand stagnated, and Zhao Jingyan smiled enigmatically, "Oh, Wan Wan's hands are so fast, I like it."
Not only do I like your quick hands, but I also like you as a person.
On the gravel path, Jiang Hongwen walked with his hands behind his back.
When the cold wind blew, Shi Songyin was somewhat awake. She looked at the person in front of her with blurred eyes.
"Who are you?"
The man looked back, with his slanting sword-shaped brows, slender and sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, and the aura around him, cold, aloof and powerful, like an eagle in the dark night.
"Oh, I recognize you. You are Qingguan's fiancé, your name is... Jiang Hongwen."
The two maids beside him were frightened to death, and their little eyes in red hurriedly whispered: "Miss, please don't call me random names. This is Mr. Jiang Qi."
Xiao Yu, who was dressed in green, said to the busy companion, "Master Qi, please forgive me, but my young lady has a weak drinking capacity. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I had a lot of fun with Miss Six, so I drank a few more drinks."
Jiang Hongwen waved his hand to indicate that he would not argue with a drunkard. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw Shi Songyin smile softly and say something unexpected.
"You are the man who... I saw crying under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree."
The woman looked at her leisurely with a pair of bright black eyes like a young crane, and there was actually a bit of a smile in her eyes.
The fierce momentum suddenly rose, Jiang Hongwen's eyes were filled with waves, and he shot at the drunken woman like a sword.
Xiaoqing and Xiaoyu were so frightened that before they knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy, Shi Songyin spoke softly again.
"Don't be sad. Everything in this world will pass and can be forgotten. I have forgotten all the unhappy things in the past."
"Miss, please don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense. What I said is the truth. Qingguan said the same thing. What she said is absolutely correct."
At this moment, Jiang Hongwen wanted to strangle this woman to death. Who did she think she was? She caught a glimpse of his sadness and sadness, and then she spoke out without any hesitation.
His fingers trembled slightly, Jiang Hongwen endured it for a moment, and finally turned around with a sneer, about to leave.
At this moment, a gust of cool wind blew by, and Shi Songyin's stomach turned upside down, and he vomited it out with a "wow" sound.
It didn't matter that he vomited, it happened to be vomited on Jiang Hongwen who was only ten feet away.
Jiang Hongwen looked at the stains on his robe and his eyebrows moved a few times. At this moment, he not only wanted to strangle this woman to death, but also wanted to cut her into pieces.
The two maidservants were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they did not dare to wake up their young lady. They just trembled and said, "Seventh Master, I'm sorry. I have to forgive you, don't be as knowledgeable as my young lady."
How much did this woman drink to become so drunk? Jiang Hongwen thought about Gu Liu, but he didn't get angry after all. As soon as he untied his hands, he took off his coat.
"Where does your girl live? Help her go back."
As if they were pardoned, the two maids quickly helped the young lady to leave. Unexpectedly, one of them tripped and staggered, pulling the other two with them, and they almost fell to the ground.
Jiang Hongwen's eyes darkened, his steps moved lightly, and he held Shi Songyin firmly in his hands. He looked down at the person with a frown and smiled bitterly.
This woman didn't talk nonsense, she even vomited all over him, almost fell to the ground and ate shit, but she actually slept soundly, I was really convinced.
With disgust in his eyes, Jiang Hongwen said coldly: "Forget it, you lead the way, and I will carry her back to the room."
"this… "
"This, this, this, what I said, could it be that it fell on deaf ears?"
Master Jiang Qi suddenly became angry. He was concerned about Gu Liu. He couldn't do anything with this woman, and he couldn't cure you two servants.
Xiao Jing and Xiao Yu were in a state of confusion, and trotted forward hurriedly, "Master Qi is tired, please come with me."
Jiang Hongwen picked up the person and realized that the woman was as light as a swallow.
Perhaps it was his body temperature that made Shi Songyin feel warm, and she unconsciously rubbed her head forward, like a poor puppy.
At this moment, Jiang Hongwen's hair stood up all over his body, and the disgust in his eyes was even worse. I don’t know how this historian brought her up, but the girl actually snuck into a man’s arms, and her virtue was nothing more than that.
Huh, only women and villains can't be reduced.
In just a short moment, the person has arrived in the boudoir.
Jiang Hongwen walked to the bed and let go decisively. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a piece of clothes being squeezed tightly by Shi Songyin.
His back suddenly tensed, and this time Jiang Hongwen was completely annoyed. Without thinking, he took out the dagger from his arms and scratched his robe away. His slender back drew a condensed arc.
"Oh my god, that knife almost hit the lady's hand." Xiaoqing patted her chest, feeling scared again and again.
"It's really like a ferocious god." Xiaoyu answered.
The moon must be bright and the stars must be sparse.
Qingwan was half lying on the rocking chair, shaking and shaking, her eyes blurred and sad.
When the breeze blew, the sweet-scented osmanthus fell all over the ground. There was a faint fragrance in the breeze, which brushed the tip of my nose. It seemed to be the smell of my father.
The scene of lush osmanthus leaves and lush osmanthus flowers seems to be something that can only be seen if you wait. I and them are separated by thousands of mountains, rivers and stars, and I don’t know when we will see each other again.
Perhaps only this kind of Mid-Autumn Festival and this kind of drunkenness can soften the already deserted heart.
My relatives, how are you in heaven? Are you thinking about me like Ziqi? A drop of clear tear fell from the corner of his eye, fell on the skirt of his clothes, and disappeared.
Zhao Jingyan looked at the person on the rocking chair without moving for a long time.
The bright red lips were pursed slightly, and the small face was half bathed in moonlight and half hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see the expression. Jiang Liu like this reminded him of the scene in the Shijia Courtyard.
My heart ached slightly. I shouldn't have fed her so much wine. I was afraid that she was thinking about something sad again.
He raised the corners of his lips and said, "Drunk?"
Qingguan tried his best to focus his eyes on one point, but found that he was very dizzy, "I'm drunk."
"Lie down for a while, and I'll ask Yueniang to make sobering soup, and then I'll help you back to your room."
"Um."
Qingguan smiled lazily, turned over, and curled up her head and feet like a baby sleeping. She was really drunk. At that moment, she actually saw a touch of tenderness in the man's eyes.
Zhao Jingyan sighed softly, stood up, took off her clothes and put them on Qingwan.
Yueniang and Chunni stepped forward, and the former said: "Your Majesty, the young lady is drunk. My servant will help her go back to her room to rest."
Zhao Jingyan waved her hand, "You don't need to help me, I will carry her back."
"This..." Yueniang actually wanted to say that men and women cannot communicate clearly. If the prince is like this, he will ruin the reputation of the young lady.
"Your young lady is not a stickler for the world." Zhao Jingyan bent down.
Under the moonlight, the man bent down and carefully picked up the woman on the rocking chair.
Qingguan opened her eyes in confusion, the autumn night was cold, her face was like jade, her features... were so similar...
Zhao Jingyan lowered his head and watched her slowly close her eyes. After standing still for a moment, she took a step forward.
He walked very slowly and steadily, and the person in his arms didn't notice. He slept soundly next to him, and the moonlight fell on the two of them, like snow and frost.
Yueniang followed behind, looking up from time to time.
It was really strange, why she felt that the prince was holding the young lady as if he were holding a rare treasure. The thought came together, and she quickly shook her head.
Most likely she was dazzled.
The moon sets over the treetops.
In the study room of the British government palace, the remaining seats have not yet been removed.
Yin Jiuling looked at the clock, stood up and said, "Forget it, I won't wait any longer, it's getting late, let's go back to our rooms and rest."
"Master, there is news from the palace."
"oh?"
Yin Jiuling waved his hand and signaled his servants to leave.
"Back to my lord, there is news from the palace that today at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the emperor has granted a marriage to King Shou."
"But the Duke of Qin's Palace?" Yin Jiuling blurted out.
"Sir, it's Qin Qianju, the young lady from the Duke of Qin's palace."
Yin Jiuling fell down on the chair and struggled a few times, "Can you tell me when we will get married?"
"Scheduled for next winter, the emperor said that he will wait until the Qin Tian Supervisor checks the date before making a choice."
Yin Jiuling's heart felt cold. After all, the emperor only cared about the opinions of the people in the world, and no one could compete with him as his direct descendant.
Yin Daimei frowned and said, "Do you have anything else to say, the noble concubine?"
"Back to Miss Eighth, the concubine said to be calm and don't be impatient. It can't be true, and it can't be true. It's going to take a long time."
"What do you mean by this? Does your Majesty have any clear instructions?" Yin Jiuling struggled.
The visitor shook his head, and the study fell into silence.
After a long time, Yin Jiuling sighed and said, "Let's all go back and have a rest."
Yin Daimei stood up, looked at Yin Lifeng beside her, and said softly, "Father, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. It's late at night. Father, take a rest early and my daughter will leave."
"Eighth sister, let me see you off."
Yin Lifeng stood up and took the initiative to hold Yin Daimei's hand. The two siblings walked side by side without saying a word the whole way.
The emperor's intention for the marriage between King Shou and the Duke of Qin was already obvious. The prince must undoubtedly belong to King Rui. When the new emperor ascends the throne, it will be necessary to clean up the old ministers. Their lineage in the British government may not be able to escape the purge.
I'm afraid the days to come will not be easy.
Yin Lifeng spoke, "Eighth sister, I see that the Su family's festival rites this year are a little thinner than before."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yin Daimei's face darkened, and she glared at him, feeling a little guilty.