A love affair, toss until noon.

Yan Xi didn't leave directly this time, and used the meals prepared by Song Beiming.

The dishes are all cool and light. The meat dishes are carefully matched with the vegetarian dishes that relieve the greasy, and there are no fried or grilled dishes.

Yan Xi tried the samples and showed a little smile: "These meals are made according to your wishes?"

Because he was afraid of the heat, Yan Xi only wore a thin silk gown. The moon white made his skin more translucent, and the slippery material slid down against his body, outlining his slender waist and undulations.

He raised his hand to pick up the vegetables, and his sleeves slid down to his elbows, revealing the traces of ambiguity. He let the red marks sway in front of Song Beiming's eyes indifferently, and put the vegetables into his mouth.

Song Beiming sat across from him, his gaze was from Yan Xi's fingers holding the chopsticks to the slipped wrist.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Yan Xi's smile is full of comprehension, while Song Beiming's is still unfinished.

Song Beiming thought: Even if he has just thoroughly understood the person, this person can easily continue to bewitch him.

"'Rong' is very angry," Song Beiming did not avoid Yan Xi's bewitchment, he looked at the other party frankly, and replied, "I see that you usually frown when you see the frying shops on the street, and it is very uncomfortable to eat those.?”

"A little bit," Yan Xi said lazily, "it's too hot."

too hot.

This sentence made both of them startled, and then they looked at each other and smiled - it was indeed too hot just now.

Yan Xi's sweat drenched the two of them, and the heat of "Rong" was released in the blending, which almost burned the rationality of both of them.

Song Beiming has never tried to be with others, and it is not convenient to ask whether this is the case between husband and wife.He thought, if the love in bed in this world is like this, then it's no wonder that some kings didn't go to court early.

Song Beiming kept his eyes on Yan Xi, and gave Yan Xi soup through the small case: "Do you feel comfortable today?"

"Shu—" Yan Xi stared at him, drawling his tone, "Frankly."

Song Beiming's eyes fell on Yan Xi's elbow that slipped out again. When he was on the bed, he pressed Yan Xi's hands to the pillow, and he only needed to use one hand.

Yan Xi's arms and wrists were too slender, and they were tense when pressed, as if they could be snapped off with a little more force.

Yan Xi noticed Song Beiming's gaze, and asked lazily, "Want to watch it?"

"Look, you won't be able to leave Beiyuan Palace today." Song Beiming handed the soup to Yan Xi, "You are too thin."

"Rong" means burning and consumption, and being thin is inevitable.

Yan Xi had no intention of explaining, he responded with a low chuckle to the words that could not get out of the Beiyuan Palace, and started another topic: "I see that your legs are quite useful, but they do look crippled on the outside.The reason for the dryness?"

Song Beiming heard that Yan Xi didn't want to talk more about his body, so he stopped talking and replied sincerely: "Five years ago, I was indeed injured in the battle outside the Langfeng Pass. After the victory, His Majesty called meBack to Beijing. At that time, I knew that there would be no return, and even my life was in danger, so I used 'ku'."

"So it seems." Yan Xi didn't expect that Song Beiming would take the initiative to say something that he couldn't ask, so he said with some sincerity, "I work for His Majesty, but you are guarding against His Majesty. You and I are hostile. It doesn't seem to be a problem.room for cooperation."

"It has to be seen from the perspective of seeking common ground while reserving differences," Song Beiming said, "The family also doesn't want to see the Song family being good. You and I are both against the family. At this level, we are on the same page."

Yan Xi used a few dishes, ate a bowl of rice, drank a bowl of soup, put down her chopsticks satiated, and wiped with a handkerchief.

Song Beiming sat across from him, and offered him warm tea through the small case: "When will you come next time?"

Yan Xi put down her handkerchief, looked at him with her elbows propped up: "Wait patiently for the day when I will review your brand, little prince."

When Song Beiming saw Yan Xi taking the initiative to make jokes, he knew that Yan Xi was in a good mood, and the bed affairs between them finally no longer became something that Yan Xi resisted and hated. Song Beiming heaved a sigh of relief and teased him: "My king todayDid you serve well?"

Yan Xi sighed with pain all over his body, and replied complainingly: "The little prince served you very well."

After he finished speaking, he got up, ended the lingering ambiguity, and went behind the screen to change clothes.

Song Beiming's eyes were dark, staring at the translucent screen.

He is torturing his own desires, how many bedtimes will it take before it subsides?Or will it sink deeper and deeper until it cannot extricate itself?

In this transaction, can he stay awake all the time without being captured by the other party's lust?

Song Beiming could vaguely see Yan Xi taking off his long gown inside, exposing his slender figure.

Song Beiming waited patiently for Yanxi to put on the new clothes he had prepared.The clothes that Yan Xi wore were either wrinkled or torn.

Inside the screen, Yan Xi seemed to know that Song Beiming was watching, and changed into underwear, trousers, and official uniform one by one.

The movement is deliberately slowed down.

Song Beiming knew that Yan Xi was pulling him.

He clearly found out that during the pulling of the two, the end of the thread is currently in Yanxi's hands, and when Yan Xi wants to, he can pull him; when he wants to end, he can just raise his hand and leave.

This kind of pulling made him feel excited fighting spirit.

He found that, apart from the pleasure in bed, this person could actually keep teasing him just by his coquettish smiles and cunning in his gestures.

It may take a very long time to conquer this person.

Yan Xi was behind the screen, feeling the gaze and pondering from Song Beiming. He dressed loosely and neatly, and smiled meaningfully at Song Beiming when he walked around the screen.

Song Beiming felt a certain kind of possession and implicit victory from the clothes he had prepared inside and out.

Song Yuexiao came to the capital, and everyone was ready to move.Some want to get closer, and some wait and see.

There are three counties in the Western Region: Xizhou, Yue Xi, and Pingchuan. Everyone is guessing which county Beiyuan will take away.

Pingchuan County is the closest to Beiyuan, runs from east to west, runs through Beiyuan and the Western Region, and is an important hub of Northwest Mutual Market and Grain Road.

If Pingchuan County was given to Beiyuan, the fiefdom of the king of Beiyuan would be wider than that of the most honorable prince.And once Beiyuan and Pingchuan are connected, Beiyuan will control Niangziguan, and the cavalry of the Snow-Treading Army can go directly to the Western Region through Niangziguan and go east through Pingchuan, approaching Jingdu.

This is tantamount to attracting tigers and leopards after sending off jackals.

Those in the Inner Pavilion sat firmly in the high hall and made up their minds that they would not give Xichuan County to Beiyuan.

On this matter, Emperor Tianxi did not have any disagreement with the Inner Pavilion.

But the other two counties are not connected to Beiyuan. There is only one Marshal Song in Beiyuan, and one person takes care of both sides. It is unrealistic whether it is for war or overall planning.

So people in Jingdu began to spread that Song Beiming was going back to Beiyuan.

It was late at night that Song Yuexiao had time to look for Song Beiming.

Song Beiming was sitting under the lamp in his clothes and was wiping his knife when he heard someone outside shouting, "Sister."

Song Yuexiao threw the knife to the guard, opened the door and entered the room, sat opposite Song Beiming and asked, "Why did you take out the knife?"

"'Sad Wind' has fallen to ashes." Song Beiming put the knife back into the knife case, put away the handkerchief and said, "I thought you wouldn't come so late. Did you see Your Majesty today?"

Song Yuexiao's gaze paused for a moment on the polished knife case, not ignoring Song Beiming's intention to hide it.

Her red dress was still bright under the candlelight in the middle of the night. After running for a day, she came back to her young brother with an undiminished expression. She pointed to the teapot and said, "Your Majesty didn't say anything."

Song Beiming sensibly poured tea for the eldest sister, and handed it over with both hands respectfully: "Now Da Jing's northwest defense line must rely on Beiyuan, Your Majesty and the Inner Pavilion will not let me leave at ease."

"I see you are about to cry." Song Yuexiao took the tea, drank it down, and teased, "Isn't even Jing fun?"

"It's fun." Song Beiming smiled like a dandy, "I played Jingdu several times, and if I continue to play, I can turn it upside down and repeat it several times."

Song Yuexiao laughed out loud, and pressed the cup on the table: "Look at your grievances, this time there is a turning point."

Song Beiming suddenly raised his eyes and asked, "What's the turning point?"

Song Yuexiao's expression turned serious: "Maybe the Han family will also go to the western region this time."

Song Beiming said: "But the marriage between the Song and Han families will make His Majesty and the Inner Pavilion even more worried?"

Song Yuexiao stroked the rim of the cup, thinking, "So there must be a force involved, and this force will choose a person who can represent both His Majesty and the Inner Pavilion, and who can check and balanceRestrain the Han and Song families. If there is such a person, you may be released from Jingdu."

"I think of someone." Song Beiming's eyes were fixed in thought, "Mei Yun. He is His Majesty's confidant, the only son of Mei Shoufu, and the new representative of Qingliu Upstart."

Song Yuexiao shook her head: "I thought it would be him at first, but judging from the current news, there is someone else."

Song Beiming suddenly thought of the cooperation that Yan Xi said today, and he tasted something extraordinary.

Although Yan Xi was promoted to be the minister of the rear, but after all, he was almost at the top of his game. Firstly, he had no foundation, secondly, the emperor had never clearly stated his support for Xuan Yin, and thirdly, there was no one in the Inner Pavilion who was Xuan Yin's backer.

Xuan Yin represents the poor family, but the poor family has not yet formed a force capable of shaking the situation.

Song Yuexiao saw that Song Beiming was distracted, and asked, "Ah Ming?"

Song Beiming said slowly, "Sister, what do you think of Xuan Yin?"

"I wonder how long you're going to pretend to be like me? You know how to recruit me?" Song Yuexiao said with a dry smile, "With his appearance, Dajing couldn't find another one, no wonder it's rumored that you have a crush on himI didn't think you were so masculine before—"

"Sister!" Song Beiming interrupted him, "I didn't ask that!"

Song Yuexiao stopped laughing, narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "You mean His Majesty might send Xuan Yin to the western region?"

Song Beiming: "Yes."

Song Yuexiao murmured: "No matter how fast Xuanyin's official promotion is, he is like duckweed. He has no reliance. His qualifications are too low. If he only relies on that little favor, he will be gone one day. Since Xuan Yin became an officialAll kinds of achievements, both inside and outside the court, are like thunder. But you and I already knew that the so-called merit is just a weight used by the superior to balance it. When it is good, it is your achievement, and when it is not good, it is your reminder. The border is particularWhat matters is the soldiers and power, the officialdom there is very messy, the local officials are not even more refined than the bandits, he is a weak scholar, if he is sent, he can't be suppressed, it can't be him."

Song Beiming said: "What if His Majesty and the Inner Pavilion really agree to send him there?"

"Then he must have an ulterior identity or reliance." Song Yuexiao's eyes sparkled, "The identity of a lucky minister alone can't explain it, I don't believe it."

There was also a cold light in Song Beiming's eyes: "I don't believe it either."

Song Yuexiao sized him up for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm still worried that you're going to be dizzy, why did you think you're still sober?"

"Sister!" Song Beiming pleaded, "Stop teasing me."

Song Yuexiao took a deep look at Song Beiming, and then got back to business: "The people His Majesty wants to send must have sufficient qualifications and ranks to convince the public. The three counties in the western region have been exempted from a number of local officials because of the Jiang family, and many official positions are vacant.There are two vacancies, one is the Governor of the Western Territory who governs the three counties, and the next level is the Governor of Pingchuan County. Looking at the current court, it is difficult to pick a suitable candidate for the governor, but no matter what, at least someone must be sent to fill the governor of Pingchuan. Inner PavilionI am having a headache about the candidate, if you guessed that it might be Xuan Yin, he is still too far away from a minister of the Ministry of War of the third rank."

"Grand official of the frontier..." Song Beiming scratched at these words, a sharp light flickered in his eyes.

Song Yuexiao saw that this matter could not be discussed, so she tapped her finger on the side of the empty cup.

Song Beiming immediately took the cup dog-leggedly with both hands, filled the tea for the elder sister and handed it over.

"By the way. There is one more thing." Song Yuexiao was drinking tea slowly this time. Seeing that her younger brother hadn't seen him for three years, she was still quite obedient. She looked relaxed and said another thing, "Your second sister-in-law is happy."gone."

"Ah?!" Song Beiming showed joy, "This is a great event!"

He was about to get up immediately to look through the greeting gifts for his future nephew or niece.

Song Yuexiao held him down with her hand.

Song Beiming was sitting in a wheelchair, seeing Song Yuexiao's serious face gradually turned serious, and then his face darkened, he said: "You and second brother, want to exchange me with second sister-in-law?"

Song Yuexiao said in embarrassment: "Do you think it's okay?"

Song Beiming stood up from the wheelchair immediately: "No! The second sister-in-law is pregnant with Liujia, and it is time for the second brother to accompany her. Besides, the child is born, and women have a lot of hardships. In addition, children also need parents to take care of them. Change to the second sister-in-law.You and your youngest son came to take the responsibility for me, calling me Song Beiming a man of seven feet, what face do I have to stand in the world?!"

Song Yuexiao couldn't bear it: "But if this is not the case, you will always be in Jingdu, sitting in a wheelchair."

Song Beiming tried his best to laugh and said, "How comfortable it is to sit! If I can lie down, I won't sit, and if I can sit, I won't stand. I just spend a few years idling, what's wrong?"

Song Yuexiao sighed for a long time, holding the teacup in a daze.

Both siblings are full of worries.

Song Beiming carefully took Song Yuexiao's teacup, and continued to drink tea.

Song Yuexiao's eyes stopped on Song Beiming, hesitant to speak.

When Song Beiming saw the elder sister's expression, he yelled in his heart that it was not good.

Sure enough, Song Yuexiao asked seriously: "Are you really masculine now? Is that Xuan Yin the one you're looking at?"

"Uh..." Song Beiming faced the elder sister's heavy gaze, he didn't choose to dodge or evade, and said after a long pause, "Eldest sister also said that Quan Dajing couldn't find anyone who looks better than him. I, Song Beiming, have everythingI want the best, I just like the prettiest!"

Song Yuexiao was stunned, looking at this little brother who wanted to be the first in everything since childhood with a complicated expression, and said helplessly: "My parents are not here, the elder sister is like a mother, and the elder brother is like a father, I am troubled by youVery well, I have to discuss it with your second brother when I go back. If you want to change your sex one day, tell me earlier, and it will save us from going to the grave of your parents to plead guilty."

"Then I have to trouble the eldest sister and the second elder brother to kneel in front of the parents' grave first." Song Beiming said without hesitation, "Xuan Weiyu's appearance, even if you don't look at the face, just by the back is the best in Quan Da Jing.I have eaten delicacies from mountains and seas, if you want me to taste simple food, then I will not succeed."

"You and him already—" Song Yuexiao widened her eyes in shock, opened her mouth, and felt that the next words were hard to say, and stared at Song Beiming in disbelief.

Song Beiming let the eldest sister stare at him, and said in a jerk, "The raw rice has been cooked, the elder sister and the second brother are in Beiyuan, and they are about to prepare the dowry."

Song Yuexiao was so angry that a jujube nuclear bomb hit Song Beiming's forehead loudly.

Song Beiming might as well let the eldest sister strike quickly, clutching her forehead and screaming in pain.

Song Yuexiao was so angry that she got up and left, "I can't control you anymore, you can go to your parents' graves to plead guilty!"

Song Beiming raised his voice and chased after her: "Sister, we are almost a family, you should take care of him more in the hall, it is not easy for him."

"That's it?" Song Yuexiao paused in front of the door, sighing again and again, "My elder sister deserves it, I really owe you in my previous life."