The chair came, the tea came, Qing Ruo lifted the teacup, seeing He Weiwen drinking it naturally and gracefully, the lid of the cup flicked the tea, brought it to his mouth, and put it down again.
He Weiwen frowned, "Miss Hu doesn't like this tea?"
Qing Ruo's expression was stinky, "I don't want to drink the smell of blood so strong." The emotion of disgust was full.
He Weiwen couldn't understand why the noble daughter of an official's family in Qindu could be so stupid.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, but before he could speak, the person sitting on the chair over there had already stood up holding the teacup. He went straight to the servant who was waiting next to him, handed the teacup over, "I'll give it back to you."
The servant answered with a stiff face, she pinched her earlobe with both hands, and pouted slightly, "I'm scalded to death."
Turning his head and looking at He Weiwen with a strange expression, "Don't you think the smell of blood is very strong?" The tone seemed to ask He Weiwen further, do you have a nose problem
"..." He Weiwen took another sip of tea, and naturally handed the teacup behind him and was taken by the attendant. Stand up and walk out, "Send Miss Hu back home."
"I won't go back." She answered faster than the attendant, Da Da's footsteps stepped forward two steps in a hurry, she reached out and grabbed his arm, she lifted the teacup, her palm was very hot, and there was a little Chao Chao pinched He Weiwen's arm.
He Weiwen turned around, looked down at her, and his eyes fell on her small mouth, thinking that it might be a wrong decision to keep her one hand last time.
"He Weiwen, I'm not going back. I heard they said they were going to drug me. I don't want to become a fool."
Her pupils are bright and bright. Everyone in the world says that eyes are the windows to the soul. Looking into her eyes, she must have an exquisite heart.
He Weiwen twitched his arm, but the strength was not strong. She held it tightly and didn't pull it out. She then added another hand, and the two hands pulled his arm up and down like a monkey hugging a branch.
"They won't, you're already stupid enough." Is it useful to give medicine again
The sparkling eyes were sparkling, small but bright, "Hello!" The girl's voice was full of life, half angry and half anxious like a fire on the grassland, and bright red like a blooming flower.
"I'm not stupid."
Just as He Weiwen was about to pull out her hand, she leaned closer and looked up at him with real eyes, "He Weiwen, I don't want to go back, okay?"
His words softened a bit, but he was still defiant.
He Weiwen sighed. For such a future queen, he didn't know whether it was the little emperor's trouble or his trouble. He reminded him aloud, a little impatiently, as his final warning, "Miss Hu, you are the future queen, you still have to keep your identity Some good."
He thought that if she pestered her so recklessly, she wouldn't need to keep both hands.
Qingruo let go of his hand, not only let go, but directly threw off his arm, and suddenly came over and bumped half of his shoulder. He Weiwen was unprepared, she was lighter than He Weiwen in terms of body and bones, and this collision hurt both of them. Each took a step back.
Qing Ruo went straight outside, took two steps, turned around and stood at the door of the execution room, pointing at him with one hand on her waist, "Okay, you all let me marry the emperor, I marry, I marry him and help him deal with you! "
She can speak harsh words, and He Weiwen found it very interesting to see her stupid appearance as a clown. He was so stupid that he wanted to give her an award to encourage her.
So he nodded with a smile, stretched out a hand behind his back and made a gesture of invitation to her, "I will wait and see."
Qing Ruo was panting again with anger, her eyes were wide open, she couldn't think of words to refute, her mouth was slightly opened and a breath stuck in her throat, her cheeks were flushed completely from anger.
He fixedly looked at someone with a warm and considerate smile for a while, then flicked his sleeves, "Hmph, I'm going back home."
She was wearing a night gown, the sleeves were thin and close to her arms, and she didn't have any momentum when she swung it just now, but she was not as angry as his master claimed to be, pulling out a self-proclaimed self.
He Weiwen heard the sound of striding footsteps fading away, the smile in his eyes dissipated little by little, full of gloomy blood of killing.
The tone was cold and bitter, "Send a message to Hu Qingcheng, don't do stupid things."
Prime Minister Zuo's 60th birthday, a banquet was held for civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, and even the emperor himself came to celebrate his birthday.
He Weiwen is twenty-nine years old and has never been married. The reason is that he has been supporting the emperor since he came back from the border. Was the He family guarding the frontiers of the Taizu Emperor? Later, they were defeated by his father's generation. At that time, the late emperor's own decision-making had some problems, but the emperor would not make mistakes, so the fault can only be borne by the He family. , All the descendants were fined to be stationed at the border, and they were not allowed to be recalled for use.
However, the situation was urgent before, and the little emperor couldn't get rid of He Weiwen at all. He himself led 200,000 soldiers, and no one dared to say no. He only briefly mentioned the imperial decree of the first emperor, and He Weiwen naturally stayed after that.
Now that the emperor's marriage is approaching, although He Weiwen is a bit older, how many people stare at him more positively than at the back seat.
Prime Minister Zuo's eldest grandson hasn't obtained any honor yet, and intends to make friends with He Weiwen. The two of them don't meet in court, but they can still have a word with He Weiwen in private.
After three rounds of drinking in the front hall, the little emperor left early. He just came to toast a glass of wine and reward something to show the emperor's favor. Not sure, He Weiwen arranged for him to be escorted back to the palace by the guards after he said a few words.
Prime Minister Zuo's eldest grandson invited He Weiwen to play chess and drink some sake in the garden of the side courtyard. He Weiwen probably knew what he meant. Prime Minister Zuo has a granddaughter, who is now 18 years old, Prime Minister Zuo didn't nod when the suitors broke through the threshold in the early years, obviously they were interested in him.
He really got his money's worth, He Weiwen has never said a single word, this class is really ruthless to wait until he is eighteen years old.
The ministers toasted, and there were many generals, all in the posture of drinking from big bowls. He Weiwen was a general, even if he was in a high position, he didn't bother to break the rules. He carried a big bowl and drank a lot of wine with them.
Now he followed his eldest grandson to the garden of the side courtyard, listening to him mentioning about his sister intentionally or unintentionally, playing the Guqin superbly.
The hands behind the back rubbed the fingers between the thumbs, and it sounded a little bored. The eldest grandson's boasting skills are not up to standard, obviously not as exciting as the four nuns who came out half a month ago.
"Then I wonder if I have the honor to listen to Miss playing a song?"
He Weiwen couldn't bear to hear it, interrupted aloud, and asked hesitantly with some offense.
The eldest grandson's eyes were full of surprises, but his face was still straight, and he pretended to be calm and saluted him, "Of course, it's my sister's honor. I'll let someone invite you."
please? The corner of He Weiwen's mouth twitched into a smile, and he didn't continue to be polite. He turned his head and looked boredly at the flowers blooming all around him.
Shang Kaizi begged him to congratulate Wei Wen, but he dared to use the word please for himself. These family members of civil servants are like this, they are obviously shy and ask for something, and they still put on a noble face.
The pavilion in the middle of the lake in the yard has been properly arranged, and a lot of thought has been spent on it at first glance. The wooden bridge leading to the pavilion is engraved with the bamboo patterns he often uses, and the clean and tidy servants are already making tea.
Why isn't the maid making tea? He Weiwen didn't see a single maid all the way in, they were all servants.
This granddaughter has no confidence in her appearance, so she needs to use a man all the way to set off her.
However, at the age of 18, it is indeed too old to be able to handle it, no wonder Zuo Xiang is like this.
In half a stick of incense time, the granddaughter of Zuo Xiang named Qing Wen came slowly with her piano in her arms. The veil covered her face, revealing only her fair forehead and a pair of watery eyes, which looked full of tenderness and fluttered in the blink of an eye. The eyelashes are like dancing butterflies that are soft and can be pinched in the palm of your hand.
She greeted the two of them, was a little more intimate with her brother, behaved properly with him, and was full of the gentleness of a woman.
He Weiwen walked all the way over, a little drunk, leaning against the seat, one arm resting on the seat, and one hand vacantly gestured at her politely, "I heard that your lady is very good at the piano, I don't know if He is so good today." It’s a pleasure to smell it.”
She smiled softly, the veil covered her cheeks, but the curved eyebrows and eyes made people feel her gentle smile, and she leaned towards him, her long and smooth hair slid forward, half hanging in front of her body, and the pale pink skirt layer Layer upon layer, she walked and saluted, not messy at all.
"It's Qingwen's honor."
Qingwen bit the word slowly and gracefully.
Her original name was not Qing Wen. Qing Wen changed her name three years ago.
He Weiwen watched her start to pluck the piano, and thought lazily, why not just call her Qin Wen, such a resting sound, he was born as an old and rough general, isn't Prime Minister Zuo afraid that he won't understand at all
At the end of the song, Qing Wen's watery eyes looked over softly, He Weiwen sat up lazily, applauded, and said a few nice words.
Her eyes are moister, and her eyes seem to seduce people to take off your clothes.
The eldest grandson had already left the pavilion not long after he started playing.
The pavilion was surrounded by gauze curtains. She put down the piano in her hand and turned her head to look. There were no attendants or servants. "Master He, let's have some tea~"
The tone of the speech was graceful, and the man had already stood up from the opposite side, lifted the small teapot, gently pulled his sleeve with one hand, exposed a section of his white and slender wrist, and bent over to refill the cup in front of him.
The tender neck, the beautiful collarbone, and further down, looming, the corner of the apron of the same color as the skirt is embroidered with mandarin ducks.
A cup of tea, poured slowly, gave him enough time to appreciate her capital.
Just now the two of them were close, but now his breath is filled with the fragrance of her body, the fragrance of orchids, which is comfortable and not sticky.
He Weiwen lifted the teacup, the tea in it was just lukewarm. The tea cover was turned, but there was no smell of tea inside, only the scent of incense in the breath.
He opened his lips, but in the end the tea was not fed in. He Weiwen put the teacup back on the table, got up and walked out, "I have something to do, let's go first."
Without turning his head to look at Qing Wen's face, He Weiwen's steps were big and firm, and he had already reached the wooden bridge after a few steps. He glanced sideways at the bamboo pattern engraved on the wooden bridge, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Heh .”
Maybe it was because his liking was so real that everyone thought he liked it.
His etiquette has been elegant for several weeks, so everyone thinks he is serious about etiquette; he often uses patterns such as green bamboo and black orchids, and everyone thinks he likes these two plant patterns.
But these people, have they forgotten that he was just a wilderness at the frontier, and the left minister once said this.
**
I suddenly wanted to see that idiot.
That idiot like me.
We are all out of place,
It's just that I learned to pretend.
—[Black box]