"I heard that Princess Gong and the king's side concubine are sisters?" Han Lang tentatively provoked the topic.

"Yes. Lei Yao responded

Han Lang smiled lightly, "They are both sisters, but their fates are different, presumably the situation of the side concubine is also Princess Gong's heart disease." ”

"Why do you think about this?" Lei Yao looked at him with some surprise.

"Nothing, just casually. Han Lang had a straw stick in his mouth, "There are a lot of rumors in Beijing, and it is inevitable to be curious if you hear too much." ”

"Rumors?"

"Lord Gu, who eats the ancients, is a nameless boudoir woman, and her sisters have married into the royal family, which one is all about talking. ”

"I wonder what I look like in these rumors?" Lei Yao smiled.

"It couldn't be better. Han Lang said vaguely.

"Really?" a mocking smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, perhaps, the perfect husband.

"Yes. ”

Yan Tianmu drank all the wine in the cup, grabbed Xiyan's wrist, pulled her into his arms with a hard pull, and sat on his lap. Xiyan was defenseless, the wine jug in her hand came out of her hand and flew into the wall not far away, the overflowing wine and melted candles, she resisted and dodged his demand.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, picked up the scattered clothes and put them on one by one, and turned his back to him, looking at the shadow of the movement on the bed tent. They hadn't been together for a long time, and Yan Tianmu was also puzzled by his sudden impulse. Maybe there is hatred in the relationship, but when you are close to her skin, you only feel irrepressible love and attachment. He likes to lean against her chest and soak up the warmth of her body, as if he were placing himself in a safe nest. She always let his childish actions go, occasionally gently stroking his hair.

He bent down, pulled the quilt on, covering her bare back, and his fingertips ran down her shoulder line, congealed for years.

"I'll go back first, you can have a good rest. When he saw that she did not move, he did not force it, and got up and left.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Xiyan changed her position, facing outward, lying on her stomach, the flush on her face had slowly subsided, and she was a little sleepy. She bit her finger, which had a salty taste on it.

The door opened, and Xi Yan subconsciously glanced at it, she hurriedly wanted to wrap the quilt tightly, but as soon as she pulled it halfway, she gave up. If this is true, why hide it?

Han Lang was stunned, he looked away in embarrassment, he didn't stand or sit. In the soft candlelight, her arms glowed moist, her hair was scattered, and her face was obscured by long black hair, like a legendary mountain ghost.

He was in the dust, and it would take half a day for the army to enter Beijing, so he took advantage of the night and came non-stop, wanting to see her, and wanting to let her know earlier that he had kept the agreement and came back. He quickly calmed down from the embarrassing scene in front of him, he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs running, the mess in one place, and the close-fitting clothes, he could understand what had happened without guessing. His fists clenched tightly, his Adam's apple moving, swallowing indescribable emotion. He walked forward, crouched down, picked up the clothes on the ground one by one, and carefully placed them on the bench next to him.

Xiyan quietly watched him do all this. His brows were tightly knit, his eyes seemed to be a little sad, and his lips were pursed. She lowered her eyes, and as he approached, he still smelled of wind mixed with earth.

"Are you okay?" Han Lang said, "I should come at another time." ”

"It's not that it's time to change, it's that it's not time to come. Xiyan said slowly.

"Really?" Han Lang smiled, "But I'm still here." ”

"Everything went well?"

"Smooth. He changed the content as she wished.

"Rank and knight?" she asked again.

"Maybe. He sat down in the chair at the end of her bed, leaning against the bedpost and looking out the unclear window. "Has anyone said you're cheesy?"

"Nope. Xiyan looked at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Am I cheesy?"

"It's cheesy, your house is cheesy, your clothes are cheesy, what you say is cheesy. He tilted his head and smiled at her, "Anyway, it's all cheesy." ”

"You're really welcome. Xiyan smirked.

"Why did you enter the palace?" Han Lang suddenly asked.

"The king chose it. ”

"Really?"

"It's not. It was I who deliberately made the king take a fancy to the palace before entering the palace. She suddenly wanted to say. That little girl used to be proud of her cleverness, but she didn't know that it was stupid. "I don't think I'm going to fall in love with anyone, so it's better to exchange my beauty for money, the most worthy of myself is to find a rich man, and the most likely generous of the rich people is the king, so I chose to enter the palace. ”

"Look, aren't you cheesy?"

"It really is. She laughed, tears streaming out of her eyes.

"It's really just for the money, how can you be so downcast?" he said very softly.

Her smile froze on her face, and only tears remained. "Who knows?"