July 5th. The fifth day of the Chang'an Incident.

Wang Jian led his troops to break through the Mingde Gate and occupy Chang'an. The king of Jin retreated to the imperial city of Suzaku Gate, according to the city gate and guarded, after five days of fierce battles, both sides were killed and wounded countless times, temporary truce, each made adjustments.

The last quiet before darkness comes. Chang'an, the capital of the country, is the king of the traitor.

The king of Jin urgently transferred troops, intending to reverse the decline and defend the feet of the Son of Heaven, and the Wang family also won many battles, with high morale, clamoring to attack the Lin De Palace, and King Zhao was the emperor.

At the same time, Emperor Li He's imperial car was still trapped outside the pass, like a sick dragon in a golden cage, pinched to death by the Wang family.

A city of wind and rain, the air is fishy. The people were so frightened that they closed their doors, and the city was as depressed as a tomb.

On the Qujiang Pond, a leaf painting boat, but it is a silk bamboo sheng flute that has been lively for five days, as if it is in two worlds with the turmoil in the city.

Zhao Wang Li Jingpei under the wind window, the cool breeze blowing on the lake swept his black hair, the lake blue treasure inlaid unicorn shirt was noble and natural, but it was a scholar-like quiet face, embedded with eyes like a double star, which made the green dragon stunned for no reason.

"Why don't you come in?" Li Jingpei noticed the movement, turned around, and smiled at the woman who was hesitating at the door, "It's only a few days, and I've been born?"

Locked by those eyes, Cui Dragon's heart moved, and she blushed unconsciously: "Slave maid...... I'm afraid of disturbing my son's deliberations...... I just heard that there is an official master......"

"They're gone. Now in the painting boat, there are only you and me. You don't have to be formal. Li Jingpei chuckled, and the softness of his eyes flashed, "Come and sit, I'm not too tired to carry such a clay pot." ”

It turned out that the woman also held a clay pot in her arms, an ordinary folk simmering soup jar, and she carried it all the way like a treasure.

"Slaves are not tired. This was originally for Childe. Cui Dragonfly walked over with a red face, put the clay pot on the couch table between the two, and sat next to Li Jingpei, but she only dared to bow her head and stir her clothes.

The corners of Li Jingpei's lips curved into a good-looking arc, and he gossiped: "Do you know who the official master who came just now......?

"The slave and maid don't dare! The prince is the prince, and the slave and the maid dare not eavesdrop on the state affairs! The prince still consults with the official master, and the slave and the maid dare not interfere in politics!" Cui Fei hurriedly covered her ears and avoided it without mistake.

Li Jingpei's eyes darkened, and he slowly stretched out his hand, held the woman's small hand covering her ears, and pulled it down.

The dragonfly shuddered, and her little face turned even redder. But he was unexpectedly not disgusted, and he did not resist.

"I just wanted to tell you. Just listen to it. Li Jingpei chuckled lightly and said naturally, "King Jin lost Mingdemen, but recently won the allegiance of the Cui family, but I am afraid that in the next battle, it will be Uncle Benwang who will lose." You don't know how bright Cui Yan's brain is, the Cui family has given up neutrality, and the battle situation is bound to turn. But the uncle's biggest backing is this king, the only prince of Great Wei, the current king of Jin, who is not afraid of his uncle, but is afraid of this king. After all, there is only one step left to victory, and any accident will be disappointing. ”

"So the envoy of the King of Jin is here to warn the prince not to help Wang Jian?"

Li Jingpei was slightly stunned. He was just chattering casually, but the woman in front of him was so smart, and she could immediately grasp the key to political affairs that ordinary people could not touch.

Li Jingpei's smile deepened, and unconsciously, Fang just held the woman's hand, but he didn't let go, and the woman hung her head softly, blushing and letting him hold it.

"Almost. But it was not a warning, but rather a reminder, or an agreement, because of the arrangement that my uncle had given to the king, and the king's own plans, he had never thought of personally participating in the war. Li Jingpei pinched the woman's jade hand, and her eyebrows were peaceful, "After all, how can a son be against Lao Tzu." Even if he inherits the unification, he will be criticized by the people of the world. So my uncle took the lead, and the king didn't need to intervene. ”

"Yes. The dragonfly muttered these two words.

Li Jingpei nodded: "Not bad." Conventions. I don't interfere, King Jin doesn't do anything to me. So it doesn't matter how he makes trouble outside, this king is here to feast as usual. ”

"That's good. Swords are not long-sighted, and Childe stays here, how much safe. The green dragon breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately realized that she was too obvious "caring", and her little face burned red.

Li Jingpei only felt that he was in a good mood. He stretched out another hand and put it on the woman's hand, so he grabbed the white jade with both hands, which became more and more ambiguous, and the room was tender.

The dragonfly's neck burned red. But he lowered his head, did not resist, and the autumn water rippled at the bottom of his eyes.

Li Jingpei leaned over, approached the woman's ear, and between the lips and teeth, the man's unique heat was blowing: "There is another reason why this king does not interfere...... It's because I don't want to miss the encounter with the dragonfly......"

The earrings itched. Thin, hot.

"Ahh

The dragonfly longed for a crack in the ground so she could stuff herself in.

Li Jingpei coughed twice, suppressed the waves in his heart, and secretly said that he couldn't be funny anymore, so he turned his eyes to the clay pot and changed the subject: "What is this? You said it was for this king?"

Cui Dragonfly took a deep breath, and hurriedly covered up her gaffe, shaking her hand to uncover the clay pot, which was a cup of chicken soup, and carefully placed a pair of dishes and chopsticks.

"The slave maid stewed chicken soup for the son...... The best old hen in Xishikou is the most supportive......"

Li Jingpei burst out laughing: "Raising people, why doesn't this sound right?"

The dragonfly blushed again, and hurriedly handed over the spoon: "Childe...... Try it first...... The craftsmanship of the slave and maid is not as good as that of the imperial cook, and the son does not dislike it......"

Li Jingpei is no longer joking. Tasted it seriously, to be honest, it was really just ordinary, he really didn't taste it since he was a child, but he looked at the woman sitting opposite, and his eyes were still shiny with expectation.

He smiled: "It's delicious." ”

"Really? Childe Mo deceived me. Cui Dragonfly said on her lips, but she was happy in her heart, and she looked at it differently, "What else?"

"And?" Li Jingpei was stunned for a moment, smashed it twice, and hesitated, "Salty and light?"

The corners of Cui Dragon's lips moved, she wanted to laugh, but she was embarrassed again, and she snorted, "No...... It's a slave...... Added a lot of lotus seeds......"

Li Jingpei's pupils shrank.

He gave her a lotus seed, and now she has returned it.

The lotus seeds are as clear as water, ask you if you know.

It turns out that there are a lot of lotus seeds stewed in the chicken soup, each snow-white as jade, full of aroma, this intention has long been buried, and there are no impurities.

The crystal curtain moves, the wind rises in the room, and the desire to talk is still resting, and I don't know where to start.

Li Jingpei's throat moved. thoughtfully sandwiched a lotus seed with jade, stopped between his lips and teeth, and then glanced at the woman sitting opposite, suddenly probed, and kissed it directly.

Cui Dragonfly subconsciously exclaimed, but before she could open her mouth, the lotus seed was sent by the tip of her warm tongue, gurgling, and sliding down her throat.

Lotus seeds into the lips, into the stomach, into the heart, into the bones, I know, you know.

The rest was the face of the man close by, the indulgent breathing, and the hot lips that wrapped her, making her unable to breathe, only sinking deeper and deeper into the trap, and her whole body seemed to be boneless.

The lotus seed is the medium, the sky is dizzy, and countless fireworks and flowers bloom together.

Suddenly, Li Jingpei left the woman's lips again, gasping slightly, and pouted hoarsely: "Cui Dragonfly...... That's my answer......"

Vote for me with lotus seeds, and repay them with lotus seeds. Your heart, my answer, connect a heart.

The lotus seeds are as clear as water, and I am of the same heart with you.

Sure enough, this troubled world is like a storm, but it is his best day for Li Jingpei.