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Section 3
However, there is a sense of remembrance. It's just that the adult generals staying in the palace at night really violated the laws and etiquette. Yan Changqing resolutely declined, and Murong Xiu had to agree.
Only after leaving the imperial study room, Yan Changqing felt dizzy and dizzy as he walked, and the red palace lanterns had double images in front of them. It seems that the wine is too strong tonight, and he has never been good at drinking, so he was barely able to drink a few glasses by Murong Xiu. He insisted on walking for a short time, and finally his body tilted and stumbled into a person's arms.
The man carried the smell of deep water that is unique to the Imperial Study, and Yan Changqing only said that he was the little eunuch who had come out to send him, and said in a dazed manner: "Send me home" and fell into a deep sleep.
It is late at night.
The apse of the imperial study room was filled with a faint smell of agarwood. Yan Changqing stationed troops on the border all the year round. Even in his sleep, he was very alert, and even a little noise could not escape his ears. However, this night, he slept extremely deep, sinking to the point that he couldn't notice the movement around him.
Murong Xiu stood quietly beside the bed, his eyes no longer pretending to be as clear as when facing Yan Changqing during the day, but became a little complicated.
The shadow of the tree outside the window floats, projecting on Yan Changqing's unsuspecting sleeping face. His profile is very handsome, with a tall nose with a delicate nose, long tails of eyes, and beautifully-lined jaws and neck.
Further down, it is snow-white, meticulously obscene collar. Covers the delicate collarbone and chest.
Murong Xiu felt a small flame suddenly burning deep in his body.
My throat is somewhat thirsty.
This kind of feeling Murong Xiu is too familiar. On countless nights when he thinks of Yan Changqing, three thousand harem beauties, but no beauty can dispel his feeling. He knows that this longing for Yan Changqing, the more suppressed, the more prosperous the burning ground. But after two years, his feeling has become a prairie fire tonight.
He has dismissed all the servants and maids in the palace,
Murong Xiu secretly added a sufficient amount of tranquilizers to Yan Changqing's meals tonight. This medicine is the most beneficial for recuperating people who are struggling all year round and mentally strained. However, it can also cause people to lose a sleep that is almost unconscious.
So no matter what he does tonight, no one will know.
Except for Yan Changqing after waking up tomorrow.
In those crystal clear black eyes, Murong Xiu was an emperor, his friend, or his younger brother.
Apart from this, there is nothing else.
Murongxiu's trembling fingers gently rubbed Yan Changqing's long eyelashes and thin lips, then moved down again, but stopped.
With a sigh, Murongxiu turned and walked out of the palace.
It was snowing in the winter night. In the palace garden, the branches were covered with snow. When the wind blew, the rustling fell down, like the crabapple tree that the two teenagers planted together outside the Imperial Concubine Xian's palace.
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It was a very sweet sleep, but Yan Changqing still woke up automatically as soon as Mao Shi arrived on time. But as soon as he opened his eyes, he was sturdy and jumped. Why did he return to the Imperial Study Room again!
However, the surrounding palace people all asked three questions. A soft sedan had been parked outside the Yushufang to take him out of the palace. The court lady respectfully submitted a famous post. Yan Changqing opened it and looked at it. It turned out that it was the second prince of Dongyun who was coming to discuss the snow quenching stone business.
Why are these Dongyun people more anxious than Yan Country when they are seeking Dongyun's business?
Looking down, Yan Changqing's long sword brow furrowed.
The meeting place on the famous post was written upright in three large characters.
Chunfeng Pavilion.
What kind of club is this?
Yan Changqing stationed at the border all year round. Even when he returned to Beijing, he was busy with official duties and was not familiar with the streets and lanes of Beijing. He only occasionally heard of Merchant Guild Hall and Local Guild Hall, but he had never heard of Chunfeng Hall. Asked a few personal guards who accompanied him, and rushed to shake his head.
After leaving the palace, Yan Changqing had no choice but to see someone like a local from Beijing and went up to ask for directions. However, whether it is a kind-eyed elder or a woman holding a child, when he heard the words "Spring Breeze Hall", his expression changed. Instead of shaking his head and sighing, he blew his beard and stared and knocked the stick. The sound is just covering his mouth and laughing: "Ouch~~ Such a beautiful little brother is also a pervert!"
Asked around, confused. Yan Changqing turned around and saw several personal guards blushing, he wanted to talk but stopped, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and said, "Say, where is it?"
Suddenly a cool breeze swept from behind, and several guards couldn't help but shiver.
The Spring Breeze Pavilion is not difficult to find. It is open on a corner of the most prosperous street in Sheng'an City. There is a pair of couplets posted on both sides of Zhumen, the upper couplet "three-point bright moon night in the world", and the second couplet "the spring breeze in the capital for ten miles", which horizontally criticizes "Happy not thinking about Shu". Outside the gate, a row of brightly-painted girls greeted the guests with a smile, and saw a few young men suddenly approaching the gate, especially the one in the middle, as handsome as the one who walked down in the painting, and scrambled to surround themselves with shyness. . The old bust even greeted the guards in a familiar way: "Yeah, these military masters are here again, this time I will order the last girl? Or change someone?"
Yan Changqing stepped back and looked up at the sign with gold letters on the red background.
That's right, it is indeed the three characters of Chunfeng Pavilion.
Unexpectedly, the Spring Breeze Hall turned out to be a brothel.
Looking back at the few personal guards, they saw that they were desperately winking at the old bustard. They were surrounded by Yingying and Yanyan groups, all of them crying and dying.
** Once two
No wonder they are familiar with this place, but they dare not lead the way.
There are only four words in Yan Changqing's mind: The world is getting worse.
"Everyone, thirty army sticks."
Yan Changqing's face was very ugly. The girl who led him was Fanmian Hanchun, and she took Yan Changqing to the largest box of Chunfeng Pavilion with a shy look.
Helian Rongchuan has long been lying on the gorgeous and exquisite brocade couch, holding two red, willow, green, and full-blooded beauties in his arms. His chest is slightly open, and the corners of his mouth are always romantic smiles: "Oh, ours The little beauty is here."
Yan Changqing's face was cold, and he sat upright in the farthest position from the Helian Rongchuan: "Yan is a general Yunhu who is pro-appointed by the saint, please remember the prince."
"Na Yan-Da-Human, are you satisfied with this place?" Helian Rongchuan lazily lifted it down.
"His Royal Highness is satisfied."
"It seems that the adults still don't like it." Helian Rongchuan smiled, and absently stroked the waist of the beauty beside him like a water snake, and said, "Don't worry, the fun is behind."
Turning his head to the old bustard who was smiling happily on his side, he said, "Go, call the most beautiful and best girl here, and let Master Yan choose carefully"
Yan Changqing was taken aback, blurted out: "No need!"
"Well, you are a guest of this prince, and this king must treat you well."
Yan Changqing said: "No"
Helian Rongchuan had not heard of it, and continued: "This girl from the Spring Breeze Hall is famous for her good life and has many tricks, Master Yan——"
Yan Changqing couldn't bear it, and said, "It's really not necessary!"
Helian Rongchuan raised his eyebrows and deliberately tilted his head to look closer at Yan Changqing.
This dignified general, won't it be the first time he has entered the brothel, how can he be so uncomfortable? Even the tips of the ears are red...
Helian Rongchuan had a bad heart, and he smiled with his cheek in his hand:
"It seems Master Yan is afraid of his wife's blame"?
Yan Changqing said: "I haven't married yet."
"There are always a few concubines, right?"
Yan Changqing said: "Never."
"Oh~~ Is it possible that adults like masculine style?"
"..." Yan Changqing closed his eyes and exhaled softly, and said, "Never."
Helian Rongchuan really liked the way Yan Changqing was irritated. He smiled and pressed one step closer: "Don't tell me, you, the famous silver-faced Yama, are you a boy scout?"
Yan Changqing glanced at Helian Rongchuan with some contempt, closed his eyes, and the old monk entered his mind and simply ignored him.
But the tips of the ears and the auricles turned pink.
Silence is better than sound here. Helian Rongchuan was taken aback, unconsciously re-evaluating Yan Changqing, seeing that man's face is cold and not eating the fireworks in the world, he really couldn't think of what kind of woman would be able to enter his eyes. Is it possible that this person is really a baby?
In their Dongyun, the 14-year-old Boy Scouts are hard to find. didn't expect that there would be such a living baby in Yan Country.
The more Helian Rongchuan thought about it, the more funny he got, and he couldn't help but sneer.
Yan Changqing opened his eyes and looked at him indifferently: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing," Helian Rongchuan held back a smile and waved his hand, and said to the old bustard by the door: "Hurry up and get the girls here and pick the one with the best business. We have a cucumber to open here./// Bu!"
Yan Changqing didn't understand what "green melon" and "open" mean for a while, but seeing Helian Rongchuan's unkind smile on his face, he immediately understood most of it.
He stood up abruptly and said every word: "No, it's important to talk about business today."
"Business? What business?" Helian Rongchuan asked back. "The business affairs in the brothel are not for talking, but for—" Helian Rongchuan gently put a hand into the thin tube top of the beauty in his arms, causing the person in his arms to pant.
The meaning goes without saying.
Yan Changqing was taken aback for a moment, and then understood.
It's... nasty!
It seems that the person in front of him is deliberately provoking him.
Yan Changqing took a deep breath. Ignoring Helian Rongchuan’s teasing, he stood up, opened a piece of brocade, and said with a serious expression: "According to the rules of our country, Yan will go to the Jiaolu River on the border of the two countries with His Royal Highness to complete this snow quenching. The handover of stones. This is the city and village and the waterway to pass along the road. This is the direction. We plan to..."
Yan Changqing spoke seriously for a long time. When he raised his head, he saw that Helian Rongchuan was laughing at the beauty in his arms, holding a lean and clear purple grape, and teasing the beauty rushing to eat.
Yan Changqing:...
The two exposed beauties looked at him and laughed scornfully, and Helian Rongchuan also laughed.
Yan Changqing felt that the anger he had been struggling to suppress came out again.
Feeling the slightly chilly eyes, the two beauties couldn't help but shudder in their hearts.
Helian Rongchuan laughed fearlessly.
This man is really staid and cute. He must not know how funny he was trying to suppress even though he was angry.
"Listen, listen." He wanted to tease him, but his tone was deliberately impatient.
"Then your Royal Highness thinks, is this plan feasible?"
Helian Rongchuan didn't even look at it, and said, "Whatever you want..."
Yan Changqing: "..."
"But" Helian Rongchuan: "You are up to you how you want to hand over, but I also have a condition. I have to make this king happy."
"..."
This man is a rascal!
Seeing Yan Changqing's face flushed with anger and white, Helian Rongchuan was in a good mood, but he said: "I can't do it. Okay, let's forget it. The trade is cancelled. At such a cheap price, it is better to sell. To other countries—"
Hearing the last sentence, Yan Changqing's expression was a little shaken: "Who are you going to sell to?"
"Whoever can make this king happy will sell it to whom... Bei Rong, Nan Yao, anyway, the king will sell it to whoever has a good attitude from the special envoy of the country."
Both Beirong and Nanyao are countries that have always fought against Yan.
Yan Changqing paused, bit the bullet, and asked dryly: "How can your Highness be happy?"
"Toast me a glass of wine, and also counted back the favor I gave you in Beirong account that day."
Yan Changqing poured a cup and picked it up.
For a long while.
"His Royal Highness." Yan Changqing said.
Helian Rongchuan remained motionless.
The atmosphere suddenly stalemate strangely. One side was holding the wine glass hard, and the other side looked at it with a smile, but didn't answer it.
"What else?"
"I want you to feed me."
...
Yan Changqing's eyes were cold: "Please don't make fun of Yan."
"What is teasing, it's just our Dongyun custom. To repay the favor, we have to bathe and burn incense and kneel down to serve wine." Helian Rongchuan smiled smirkly. many."
Yan Changqing coldly watched Helian Rongchuan's serious nonsense.
hateful!
But again, helpless.
Yan Changqing moved a few inches forward and brought the wine glass to Helian Rongchuan’s lips, resisting his discomfort, and said word by word: "Respect—Your Highness—Next!"
The slender, white fingers and the glass-colored wine glasses are really a good sight. Helian Rongchuan smiled and drank the wine, but suddenly became ill-spirited, and pulled the man's arm and gently pressed a kiss on the inside of his wrist.
! ! !
Yan Changqing was startled, his eyes widened.
Snapped!
Helian Rongchuan suddenly had a flower in front of his eyes. Before he could react, he was slapped to the ground with a palm. He rolled on the spot, his head impartially leaning against the hard corner of the center, and he fainted with a scream of "Ouch".
The old bustard waiting at the door saw Helian Rongchuan fainted, and immediately cried. The guards outside the door heard the sound, broke into the door and already drew out their swords, and all aimed at Yan Changqing.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Yan Changqing used two fingers to gently move the sword that pointed to the tip of his nose, glanced at Helian Rongchuan who was unconscious on the ground, and said coldly: "Why does the prince pretend to be dead and scare others?"
He has always made his moves very well. He did not expect Helian Rongchuan's unexpected behavior just now. Although he was in a hurry, his body took a step ahead and shot him out with a palm, but he only used two points at most. With Helian Rongchuan's physique, there would be no problem at all.
Sure enough, Helian Rongchuan heard the sound and slowly opened his eyes, but his face was inexplicably pale, and he said weakly, "Don't say anything about this."
Yan Changqing looked at him coldly, and said: "Yan has learned medical skills at the beginning and is willing to diagnose the pulse for His Royal Highness, so that all merits and crimes will be lost."
Whether an injury is true or not, you will know at the first visit.
Helian Rongchuan shook his head weakly, his lips paler than usual: "No need" He coughed violently before he finished speaking, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
! ! !
Isn't it too real if this play is performed?
Yan Changqing stepped forward and probed Helian Rongchuan's wrist. His pulse was slippery and weak, which indeed seemed to be severely injured.
Is this so? He obviously only used two points and couldn't hurt people at all?
The two beauties around him were so frightened that Huarong was pale, and the close friend cried even more when he saw it. It may not matter to others, but it will kill my master!"
Yan Changqing frowned.
This physique, this figure, where do you see the frailty?
No, there must be fraud. How could a person who dared to take advantage of the fire and lick the blood on this battlefield easily get injured?
But in front of him, this person really fell under his own hands, and he was really hurt very badly.
Yan Changqing unwillingly explored Tan Helian Rongchuan's pulse again, and it remained the same.
Is it really such a coincidence that he was really injured?
Yan Changqing's heart suddenly felt uneasy.
"To shut up". Helian Rongchuan waved his hand to stop the noisy little servant, and said weakly: "The injury is related to the exchanges between the two countries, please do not speak out."
"How can that be good? The prince was beaten like this. Once we go back, we Dongyun must know all about it, and we must find Yan Country to settle the account!" The little boy was tearful.
"It seems that we can't go back to our residence." Helian Rongchuan sighed: "Call someone to report back, saying that the prince has something to do temporarilycough cough, it will be delayed for a few more days, as for the residence"
Helian Rongchuan coughed up another mouthful of blood, making him even more pitiful and innocent.
"For the residence, I can only ask Master Yan to make it convenient to temporarily make room for the king to heal his injuries."
** Once three
When Yan Changqing had to return to his general mansion from the back door, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. The butler and the guard didn't dare to show the atmosphere when they saw the atmosphere. When they turned their heads, they found that the second prince of Dongyun was still holding him behind the general. His face was pale and dying like a stinking chicken.
How did they know that when the second prince returned to the wing, he instantly changed. Helian Rongchuan lay lazily