Huan Minggui froze suddenly, because the Heshuo Jiedushi wearing a purple robe and a military cap was none other than Lu Suisui who had passed away three years ago.
For a moment he wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes, but he immediately denied the thought. The most reliable thing about him was his eyes, which had seen countless beauties. As long as he had seen a stunning beauty once, he would never make a mistake.
What's more, on the Lantern Festival that year, he and Lu Suisui sat facing each other for a full half hour. Even if she turned into ashes, he would still recognize her.
After the shock came indescribable joy, the beautiful lady was still alive and had not turned into earth, this was truly a great fortune. Then he felt a little sad, thinking back to when he saw the beautiful lady pass away, he felt really sad for a while and even became a vegetarian for several months.
At the same time, there was also a sense of loss. I thought I had met three stunning beauties in the past few years, but this one was still the same one. So, after all the calculations, there are still two of them.
Of course, there was inevitably a hint of pride in it. He really had a keen eye, and the beauty he had identified as a child turned out to be stunningly beautiful when she grew up.
Finally, joy overwhelmed all other emotions. Originally, he did not dare to have any crazy thoughts about Xiao Ling, but since she and Huan Xuan had a relationship, it was obvious that the God of Killing had emotions. If Huan Xuan, that ignorant fool, could have a taste of her beauty, he might have a chance.
Speaking of which, Huan Xuan is a loner who can't please women. He also doesn't recognize Jin Xiangyu and treats Xiao Ling as a substitute for Ruan Yuewei. What does she like about him
Huan Minggui was very smart, especially when it came to matters between men and women. He guessed the truth after just a little thought.
He stroked his cheek. Although he did not look that much like his old cousin, there was still some resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes. In terms of gentleness, elegance and style, he was much better than Huan Xuan.
He glanced around the table, but did not see the King of Qi. He thought about it and realized that he must have been furious after discovering the truth yesterday, so he simply avoided seeing him today.
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Huan Minggui's mind. He quickly stepped forward and bowed to Xiao Ling: "I am late, please forgive me, General Xiao."
He was dressed in a light fur coat and a loose belt. When he saluted, his sleeves fluttered, bringing with them a gust of fragrant wind. I wonder how many pounds of spices were used to make this outfit.
Sui Sui ordered the man to choke on the fragrance on his body, and returned the greeting by saying, "Your Majesty, your words are respectful."
While looking at him calmly.
It was obvious that he had made an effort to dress up today. He wore a purple silk shirt embroidered with gold mirror flowers according to his rank. However, it was not the common round-necked robe, but a wide robe with wide sleeves. The front of his shirt was open to his chest, revealing his white silk inner garment. Outside the robe he wore a layer of gauze that was as light as smoke and mist, and a white jade lotus crown. He looked neither Taoist nor vulgar, like a scholar from the Wei and Jin dynasties, or a hermit. Even the dancers at the ballroom, who were dressed in silk and had flowers on their heads, looked pale in comparison.
Fortunately, he was well dressed, and his colorful peacock-like outfit made his face look even whiter than jade, and his lips looked like pearls.
As Sui Sui looked at him, he was secretly paying attention to the expression of Prince Yuzhang - Huan Minggui, a playboy, was neither good at literature nor martial arts, and he spent all day rolling around in cosmetics. He was not good at anything else, but his eyesight for women was second to none in the world. Moreover, he remembered that Huan Minggui had drunk and gambled with the woman from the outer house during the Lantern Festival in Pingkangfang that year. If Xiao Ling and Huan Xuan's woman from the outer house were really the same person, he would definitely be able to recognize them.
He carefully studied Huan Minggui's expression, not missing any subtle changes in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. However, given Huan Minggui's character, he couldn't tell for a moment whether the surprise was due to their reunion or to seeing such a beauty.
The emperor laughed and said, "Zi Yu, hurry up and take your seat. I will punish you by drinking three cups."
Yuzhang Wang said: "Of course, my nephew should be punished."
He immediately took his seat, raised the wine glass and stepped forward to propose a toast to the emperor: "With this glass, I wish Your Majesty longevity and happiness." After saying this, he drank it all in one gulp and immediately signaled the eunuch to refill the glass.
The emperor stroked his beard and smiled, "I don't have a great alcohol tolerance, but I drink happily. I should toast to the distinguished guest who has come from afar."
There was a fleeting look of displeasure in the boy's eyes.
Huan Minggui, however, readily followed suit, raised his glass and walked to Sui Sui's seat: "This glass is to apologize to General Xiao."
Sui Sui picked up the wine glass and stood up: "Prince Yuzhang is so polite." He drank a glass with him.
After drinking three cups of wine, Huan Minggui raised his cup and bowed to everyone in the hall: "I am late, please don't blame me."
Everyone knows that he is out of tune, so they won't bother with him.
Huan Minggui looked at Sui Sui and squinted his fox eyes slightly: "I wonder how long General Xiao plans to stay in Beijing this time?"
Sui Sui said: "We will set off for Wei Bo after the first month of the lunar year."
"Are you leaving so early?" Huan Minggui was a little disappointed.
The master smiled and said, "General Xiao is very busy with military affairs and has many affairs to attend to every day, so he cannot leave Heshuo for long."
Sui Sui smiled slightly: "Your Highness, thank you for your kindness."
He bowed to the emperor and said: "I am humbled. I am honored to be your governor. I will do my best to protect you."
The emperor said: "Xiao Qing is too modest. With Xiao Qing stationed in Heshuo and guarding the border, my wife and I can rest assured."
After saying that, he glanced at his son with a slightly cold look.
The man's heart trembled, knowing that his provocation was too obvious and he was inevitably offended, so he quickly raised his glass to greet him.
Sui Sui seemed to be unaware of his father's ridicule and provocation, and continued to chat and laugh with everyone calmly.
Huan Minggui asked again, "I wonder where General Xiao is staying in Beijing?"
Sui Sui said, "Thank you, King Chui, for asking. I will temporarily stay at the Duting Inn in the city."
The Xiao family had few direct descendants, and she was the only one left after Xiao Tong'an's death. The Xiao family in Chang'an was a branch of the family, and their relationship with Xiao Ling was somewhat distant. Although the Xiao family mansion in Anxingfang in the north of the city had been renovated, it had not been occupied for many years and the house was dilapidated. It was not worth the trouble to repair it just to stay in Beijing for a month. Moreover, returning to the old house would inevitably remind me of my grandmother and mother who died alone there.
Huan Minggui looked horrified as if he had heard some shocking news: "How could General Xiao stay at the post house? Is the post house a place where one can stay for a long time?"
He paused and said, "If General Xiao doesn't mind, why don't you stay at my humble abode? Although my humble abode is simple, it is more comfortable than the inn."
Although General Xiao was a general who commanded the three armies, he could not be treated as a boudoir girl, so naturally he did not care about being on guard. But after all, there were differences between men and women, and if someone else said this, it would be a little unconventional. Coming from Prince Yuzhang, it was still unconventional, but it certainly did not offend or blaspheme. Perhaps it was because he was always out of tune, or perhaps it was because his demeanor was natural and sincere. Suspecting him of having ill intentions seemed like judging a gentleman by one's own meanness.
Xiao Ling was indeed Xiao Ling. Hearing this, his face did not blush or his heart skip a beat. He just smiled faintly. "I am very grateful for your invitation, Your Majesty. However, I will only stay in the capital for a few days, so I will not bother you any more."
Huan Minggui still did not give up. "If General Xiao feels uncomfortable living in my humble abode, I have several other mansions in the city."
Sui Sui was helpless: "I am ashamed of Prince Yuzhang's kindness."
Huan Minggui said, "General Xiao, you don't have to be polite. The villa is fully equipped with screens, tables, beds and couches. It can be used immediately. Although it is simple, it is still quiet."
The emperor smiled and said, "I originally wanted to ask General Xiao to stay in Penglai Palace for a while, but after hearing what Jing Ziyu said, it would be more convenient for him to live outside the palace."
He turned to Xiao Ling and said, "My nephew is a man of temperament and does not follow conventional etiquette. Please do not be offended, Xiao Qing."
After a pause, he continued, "Speaking of which, when Xiao Qing was young, he followed Madam Su into the palace and had a fight with Zi Yu. I wonder if Xiao Qing still remembers it?"
Huan Minggui said: "I don't remember much about General Xiao, but I remember him deeply. General Xiao was very brave, which was evident even when he was young."
The emperor teased him half-seriously, "At that time, you were still tugging at Madam Su's sleeve and begging her to marry Xiao Qing to you."
Huan Minggui said, "At the beginning, I was a naive young man who was not afraid of tigers. If I had known the power of General Xiao, I would not have dared to offend him even if I had a hundred times the courage."
Everyone laughed along.
The emperor turned to Xiao Ling and said, "If Xiao Qing doesn't mind, please accept his kindness despite the difficulty."
Sui Sui's eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't guess what the emperor meant.
He suddenly brought up an old story, as if trying to bring the two of them together.
Although Huan Minggui was a wealthy and idle man, his father was once the crown prince. Even if he voluntarily gave up the crown prince position, Huan Minggui's identity was somewhat embarrassing.
How could the emperor be assured of his marriage to Heshuo
Perhaps this was just a test. If she had any rebellious intentions, she could use Huan Minggui as a pretext. Whether she pushed him or his child to the throne, they would all be the legitimate descendants of the Huan family.
Therefore, it was impossible for Huan Ye to give up the throne and follow her to Heshuo. The emperor was relieved, perhaps only because he understood his wife and son, knew that the queen would not let her son leave, and knew that her son could not abandon his mother.
She should have known that since she took control of the military power of the three towns, there was no possibility for her and Huan Ye. It was just that she was young at the time and had many fantasies and aspirations. If it were now, she would know how unrealistic his "plan" was. If she had rejected Huan Ye decisively at that time and did not let the crown prince do the work, Huan Rong's ambition might not have been nurtured, and maybe Huan Ye would not have to die. Maybe he could now be the crown prince of Yong, marry a wife and children, and live a peaceful and smooth life.
The "could have" in those years was nothing but her self-deceiving obsession.
Sui Sui pursed his lips and bowed to Huan Minggui: "I shouldn't refuse the Prince of Yuzhang's hospitality, but I have so many carriages and servants with me that I'm bound to bother you. It's more convenient for me to stay at the post house."
Seeing that she firmly refused to accept the invitation, Huan Minggui could only say with regret: "My Lord, I will prepare a banquet for you in my humble abode some other day. I hope General Xiao will honor you with his presence."
Sui Sui nodded, raised his glass and said with a smile, "Definitely."
The sweet wine went down her throat, but it was left with a bitter aftertaste, so she drank another glass.
After the banquet, Sui Sui talked with the emperor for a while. Seeing that he was tired, he stood up and said, "I have not seen the Empress since I arrived in Beijing. I wonder if the Empress has time to meet with me today."
The emperor's eyes flashed with embarrassment, and then he recovered as before: "The queen is now cultivating with her hair untied, worshipping Buddha with all her heart, not asking about worldly affairs, and only receives ladies from inside and outside the palace on New Year's Day. I will definitely convey Xiao Qing's wishes."
He understood his wife. To her, Xiao Ling was the woman who had taken her eldest son away. If she still felt guilty and resentful towards Huan Xuan, then she only had pure hatred towards Xiao Ling.
Sui Sui knew it very well, but the queen could choose not to see him, but she couldn't help asking, otherwise it would be disrespectful. Besides, she was Huan Ye's mother anyway.
…
The Queen is not really indifferent to worldly affairs.
She was physically in the monastery, but her heart was in hell. Ever since the death of her eldest son, the flames of hell had been burning and tormenting her day after day. The sound of the Buddhist bells could not cleanse her mind, but only reminded her of the funeral bell on the day her eldest son passed away. The prayer flags in the Buddhist temple only reminded her of the spirit flags in her eldest son's mourning hall.
The news of Xiao Ling's arrival in Beijing was like pouring fuel on the fire. Since the day she learned that she was about to come to Beijing, she had not been able to sleep well for a single night.
Fortunately, her second son would come every now and then to accompany her in chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, and listen to her talk about Buddhist scriptures, or sometimes just sit there quietly for a while. Her beloved eldest son died, and her third son was abandoned by her. Only this second son was left, and he was her only comfort. Although he was far from the eldest son, he was the child she had raised after all.
At this time, the prince was in the queen's Zen temple. Coming out of the Linde Hall, he came straight here.
He rolled up his sleeves and made tea for his mother himself. He made delicious tea, even the palace maids who were in charge of tea affairs could not compare to him. However, only a few people could drink this cup of tea.
The queen took the cup from her son and took a sip of tea. Her brows immediately relaxed slightly, and a smile overflowed from the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes: "Your elder brother used to make tea for me, and he often overcooked the tea leaves."
The son recalled along with him and smiled: "Nothing can stop you, elder brother. It's probably just this little thing that you can't do well."
The queen's face changed, and she slammed the earthenware tea bowl down heavily: "Who said that Ye'er's tea is not good? He knows that I like slightly bitter tea, so he deliberately overcooked it."
The son leaned forward and said, "My son has spoken out of turn. Please punish me, mother."
The queen closed her eyes and muttered a few words of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures. When she opened her eyes again, the stern look in her eyes had disappeared.
She said coldly: "In the future, you should be careful in what you say and do, and don't create bad karma."
The son quickly said "yes".
The queen nodded slightly and said, "You came to see me the day before yesterday. Why are you here to pay your respects again today? What's the matter?"
The son said, "Father has hosted a banquet in Linde Hall to entertain the governor of Heshuo. As soon as the banquet was over, I came to pay my respects to my mother."
He paused, looking slightly embarrassed: "By the way, I'll see Ah Ruan."
When the queen heard the words "Three Towns Jiedushi", her face turned cold, and she closed her eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures for a while, then said: "You finally remembered your wife."
He paused and said, "You were the one who insisted on marrying her in the first place. Now you're leaving her alone after marrying her. Even if she has no children, she is the mistress of the East Palace. You and your wife are one family. If you disgrace her, you're disgraceful to yourself. How do you want people in the world to see you?"
The son leaned down and said, "My son will follow my mother's teachings."
The Queen sighed and said, "Aruan is a child I have raised since she was young. She is a little weak, but at least she is gentle and docile. You have neglected her like this. She only says hello to me without a word of complaint. She hides in the tent alone at night and quietly wipes away tears."
After a pause, he said, "I don't know what's going on between you and me, but she's a good kid, you can't bully her."
The wife lowered her head, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but her voice was full of regret: "It's my son's fault. He let her down."
The Queen nodded: "It's good that you know."
After saying this, he called a nun and said, "Please invite your concubine to come."
Not long after, Ruan Yuewei arrived. She came to serve the Queen. She was not practicing properly and did not wear Zen clothes. However, she was dressed more simply than when she was in the boudoir, which made her look even more delicate and charming.
When she saw her son, she lowered her head with tears in her eyes.
After paying respects to her mother-in-law and husband, she asked the queen in a low voice, "What do you want, Ajia?"
The Queen said, "You asked to enter the palace to serve me. This is a sign of your filial piety, but the East Palace cannot be without a mistress. Today, my son is here to take you home."
Ruan Yuewei lowered her head and said, "But Ruan is not serving the family wholeheartedly?"
The queen took her hand and said, "Ajia knows that you are a filial and good child, but you can't always be with me."
Ruan Yuewei knelt on the ground and said, "Please let A Ruan serve the A family for the rest of my life."
The Queen said, "What nonsense are you talking about? You will stay with me for the rest of my life, so what will Erlang do?"
The man took her hand and said, "Don't be angry with me. Come back to the East Palace with me."
He spoke many soft words in a gentle and sweet voice, and a blush appeared on Ruan Yuewei's face. She finally bit her lip and nodded gently.
The two of them said goodbye to the monastery, took the girl out of the nunnery, and got on the sedan chair together, their affection and warmth even better than before.
After leaving the palace gate and taking the East Palace carriage, the prince finally let go of her hand, with an undisguised look of disgust on his face: "I really underestimated you. In just a few days, you managed to coax mother into speaking for you."
Ruan Yue was startled, tears welling up in her eyes again: "Since Your Highness has abandoned me, why do you want to take me back?"
The wife frowned and said, "No one here appreciates your tearful look, save your tears and use them where they should be used."
Ruan Yue turned her head away but cried even harder, her thin shoulders shaking slightly.
The man pulled her shoulders and said, "Forget it. I've been feeling upset lately and I'm sorry for letting you down."
Ruan Yuewei felt that all the grievances she had suffered for months had suddenly come to an end. Her tears flowed out like a dam breaking, and she leaned on her husband's chest and cried bitterly.
The man patiently waited for her to finish crying and gradually stop crying, then asked, "Do you still remember Huan Xuan's mistress?"
Ruan Yuewei's face turned pale: "Your Highness, why are you suddenly asking about her?"
The Master said, "I have my own way, you don't need to ask more."
He paused and said, "Think carefully about it. When you were in danger during the Qiuxian period, Huanxuan came to save you. She was among the guards. Tell me what she did, what she said, and what she thought at that time."
…
As Sui Sui walked out of the Linde Hall, he saw Huan Minggui standing under the corridor from afar. His clothes were so eye-catching that he could not be ignored.
As soon as Huan Minggui saw her, he quickly came forward. Sui Sui couldn't pretend not to see her, so he stepped forward and bowed to him: "Are you waiting for someone, King?"
Huan Minggui said, "The prince is waiting for General Xiao."
Sui Sui looked calm and asked, "What advice do you have, Your Majesty?"
Huan Minggui's eyes wandered over her face, and he suddenly sighed softly: "My prince has no other intentions, I just want to ask how you have been doing these past few years."
The tenderness and lingering look in his eyes is like the lightest and thinnest silk thread, trying to entangle you. When he looks at you, it seems as if you are the only important person in the world, as if you are the only one he cares about in heaven and earth.
No one can resist such a look, but unfortunately Sui Sui is not one of them.
She had known for a long time that Prince Yuzhang had this ability. Perhaps he was born amorous, or perhaps it was acquired through years of being surrounded by beautiful women. No matter which one it was, she didn't need to take it seriously.
She just sighed in her heart, although they all have the same surname Huan, there are really differences between people, some people's words can make people feel like spring breeze, while some people's words can only make people regret that they are not mute.
She just smiled lightly: "Thank you for asking, Your Majesty. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
After saying this, he bowed and turned to walk towards the palace gate.
Huan Minggui still stood there, watching her figure disappear at the end of the white snow and the vermilion palace wall. Then he came to his senses and smiled bitterly.
After playing around for a long time, sometimes I can't tell the truth from the false. No wonder others don't believe me.
Coming out of the Wangxian Gate of Penglai Palace, Huan Minggui's followers brought him his jade horse. He mounted the horse and headed south along the north-south street.
When they got near Pingkangfang, the attendant asked, "Your Majesty, are you going back to the palace or to Pingkangfang?"
Huan Minggui looked up at the sky. It was still early. Even Pingkangfang was deserted. Even if he went to the lively place, it was just drinking and having fun. He was bored. But he didn't want to go back to the palace. As soon as his mother saw him, she kept nagging him to marry a concubine. He was tired of seeing the familiar girls in the backyard. The dancer he got the day before was said to be the most beautiful in Qinhuai. After two or three days of novelty, he felt that she was nothing special.
There is only one person who can make him toss and turn and worry about his fate in his sleep.
But Xiao Ling's attitude clearly showed that he had no interest in him at all.
Huan Minggui thought about it and decided that since he was unhappy, all he had to do was find someone who was more miserable than he was. By comparing the two, wouldn't he feel happier
It’s hard to say about others, but there is someone in Chang’an City who is definitely more unhappy than him.
When he thought of the cold face of the King of Qi, he suddenly became interested and said to his attendant, "Go back to the palace and get a pair of good ginseng. I heard that the King of Qi is ill. I will go and see him."
After receiving the order, the long-time attendant rode his horse and galloped towards the Prince of Yuzhang's Palace. Huan Minggui turned his horse around and leisurely rode towards the Prince of Qi's Palace.
When they arrived at the gate of Prince Qi's mansion and asked, Huan Xuan was not there.
Huan Minggui said without hesitation: "There is nothing else to do. Xiao Wang, come in and drink tea while waiting for him."
The eunuch knew that Prince Yuzhang and His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi were on good terms, so he welcomed him in with a smile.
"Where is your prince?" Huan Minggui asked casually.
The cold was just an excuse, and this was a tacit understanding. The eunuch said, "Reporting to the prince, His Highness left Chang'anfang early in the morning."
Huan Minggui raised his eyebrows: "Hasn't Shanchiyuan been uninhabited for a long time? Why did your prince go there?"
The eunuch's eyes flickered: "In reply to your Majesty's words, I don't know what your Highness is doing."
He couldn't say that his highness had asked someone to bring a cart of tung oil to Chang'anfang to burn something.
…
The maple leaves in the Shanchi Courtyard had already fallen, but in the yard deep in the maple forest, flames shot up into the sky, making the gray sky look like a rosy glow, even redder than the maple forest in late autumn.
Huan Xuan arrived at Chang'anfang early in the morning and asked his servants to build a fire in the courtyard. He poured tung oil on the curtains, tables, screens, and clothes with crabapple flower patterns one by one and threw them into the fire to burn them.
The remaining crabapple-patterned objects in the palace's small storehouse had long been destroyed or scattered. He had originally planned to cut down the ten thousand fine crabapple trees at Nanshan, but his eldest sister thought it was a pity, so he asked her and Huan Minggui to move half of them to his own estate.
Only the objects in Shanchiyuan remained, but only because she had touched them.
There is no need to keep it now.
What could be burned was burned, and as for those that could not be burned, the porcelain and jade were smashed, and the gold and silver were taken away and melted down by the craftsmen.
There were quite a lot of things, and Huan Xuan came to the south of the city early in the morning, and he didn't finish burning them until the afternoon.
He watched as the things covered with crabapple patterns turned into ashes one by one, and his calm face turned red in the firelight.
No one knew what he was thinking, not even Gao Mai, who had served him for many years.
No matter how many things there were, they would eventually be burned, and only an old blue cotton robe would be left. The robe had been washed so much that it turned white, and its original color was almost unrecognizable.
Huan Xuan picked up the old robe from the box, lowered his eyes to take a look, and threw it into the fire.
Although it was not poured with tung oil, silk cotton was extremely flammable. As soon as it was thrown into the fire, the flames immediately licked up at it, and in an instant a small half of it was swallowed by the flames.
Huan Xuan stared blankly, his eyes were red, especially the corners of his eyes, he didn't know if it was because of the fire or the smoke.
He suddenly rushed forward and snatched the remaining half of the old clothes out of the fire.
Gao Mai and the eunuchs were all stunned and stood there at a loss as to what to do.
Although Huan Xuan moved quickly, the hem of his clothes was still caught by the flames and immediately caught fire. He did not bother to put out the fire on himself, but put out the fire on his old cotton robe first, then took off the burning outer robe and threw it on the ground.
The eunuch came to his senses at this time.
Gao Mai exclaimed: "Is Your Highness not hurt?"
Huan Xuan shook his head and said coldly, "Nothing."
He shook off the black ash on his robe and said calmly, "This is something she brought with her. I shouldn't deal with it."
His cheeks and neck were red, naturally caused by the fire.
Gao Mai frowned and hissed softly, then bowed and said, "Your Highness is right."
Of course he would not remind him that this was a cotton robe that every soldier in the Divine Wing Army barracks had, and it could not be considered as something Xiao Ling brought himself.
He just quickly picked up the fox fur coat beside him and put it on his master: "Your Highness, don't catch a cold."
Huan Xuan held up his robe, glanced back at the empty house, raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell someone to tear down the house."
Gao Mai rubbed his forehead, feeling angry that he couldn't take it out on such a nice house.
He hesitated and said, "Your Highness, are we going to demolish Qinghan Courtyard as well? And the pavilions, towers, and training grounds in the back garden..."
There is no place in the entire Shanchiyuan without that person's shadow. Besides, even if the house is demolished, the sea pool is filled in, and the hillside is shoveled, can we really forget about him
When Huan Xuan reminded him, the memories that he had barely suppressed came flooding back, and those things that he had forgotten before were now vivid in his mind.
He recalled that every time he taught her riding, archery, swordplay, and chess, her eyes always had an inexplicable smile. Now that he thought about it, he realized that she was actually laughing at him for showing off his skills before an expert.
When he slept in her arms under the stars and in the wind and rain, did she laugh in her heart at him for making the fake thing come true and being so self-indulgent
Things that he had felt were wrong before, things that he had difficulty understanding, now all seemed to have traces.
Gao Mai looked at his master's face, which turned red and white, and sighed, "Your Highness, this garden was given by His Majesty. Even if you want to demolish it, you have to report it first..."
Huan Xuan pursed his lips tightly and said after a while: "Go back to the palace."
Gao Mai breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly asked people to prepare carriages and horses, fearing that this little ancestor would change his mind again.
When I returned to the palace, the lights in Chang'an City were already on.
As soon as the carriage stopped, a gatekeeper came to report that Prince Yuzhang had been waiting in the front hall for a long time.
Huan Xuan's eyes twitched.
Huan Minggui went to the palace to attend a banquet today. He must have seen Xiao Ling at the banquet and couldn't wait to come to him to talk. The person he least wanted to see at this moment was this lecher.
Just as he was thinking of finding an excuse to send him back, he saw a man walking towards him with fluttering sleeves. It could be none other than Prince Yuzhang.
Huan Minggui noticed the wound on his face and exclaimed, "Ah!" "Ziheng, what happened to your face?"
Huan Xuan said simply: "Falling."
Huan Minggui figured it out in a flash and changed the subject immediately: "Are you hungry? I have asked the kitchen to prepare dinner."
Huan Xuan couldn't tell who was the host and who was the guest for a moment, and said, "Thank you, Sixth Cousin, for coming."
Huan Minggui seemed not to notice the thorn in his words and patted him on the back: "Why are you being so formal with your cousin?"
Huan Xuan was too lazy to bother with him, so he went back to the courtyard to wash up, change into clean clothes, and when he returned to the hall, dinner was already served.
Huan Minggui picked up the wine pot, filled the two people's cups with wine, picked up the wine cup and drank it all, and said straight to the point: "I recognized Xiao Ling as the Lu family you brought back."
Huan Xuan's eyebrows jumped, and he was about to say something, but Huan Minggui said, "You don't have to hide it. I will never mistake you with my eyes."
He paused and said, "You and her..."
Huan Xuan interrupted her and said, "She and I have nothing to do with each other anymore."
Huan Minggui's eyes lit up: "That's good."
Huan Xuan raised his eyebrows and squinted at him, "What's good?"
He put the empty wine glass on the table and said, "Since you have nothing to do with me, I am not taking advantage of you."