Chapter 36 Mid-Autumn Festival

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the literati of Guozijian dressed up the pavilion to enjoy the moon as usual, and Song Yi had something to do at home, so only Wei Heming and He Lan were left drowsy at the banquet at the beginning of the text.

Wei Heming was toasted by a circle of wine because of the limelight in Xuzhou, and even talked a lot less, and hid aside silently.

Leng was pushed by He Lan, and when he looked up, he saw that Chu Shen was bowing to the host of the banquet, as if he had come with the will of the saint.

Wei Heming saluted with the prisoners, and then heard Wen Chu whisper: "Why is it him this year?"

On festivals such as the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is usually a palace banquet in the palace, so that some ministers and their daughters enter the palace to attend the banquet, and they have their own moon viewing banquets outside the white body of the national eunuch, and the emperor usually sends a prince to show his importance to the national eunuch.

In previous years, it was the third prince King Chen, but now it is Chu Shen.

Wei Heming's eyebrows moved and he didn't speak, and He Lan said in a low voice: "He has just made a meritorious service, and it is normal for the saint to value him more." ”

Before the words fell, Chu Shen came to toast with a wine glass, and said with a smile: "Little Master Wei, thanks to your many cares for the trip to Xuzhou, I toast you." ”

Wei Heming stood up and stared at him for a long time before drinking the wine, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were red, but his voice was not salty or light: "Your Highness's reputation is too much, but it is just a matter of duty." Without waiting for Chu Shen to greet him, he sat back.

Chu Shen was stunned when he saw his attitude, but he was just when the spring breeze was proud, and he didn't mind Wei Heming's faux pas, and still greeted the other prisoners.

Wei Heming heard someone laughing at the banquet, and he could vaguely hear "...... Qing Gao" and "wrong ......" words, so he asked He Lan with his eyes.

He Lan half-tilted his body on the case, and said lazily: "Mo Li, those people are all the tongues of idle men and peasant women. ”

Wei Heming raised his eyebrows, his eyes were unconsciously sharp: "If you don't say it, I want to know more." ”

He Lan then said: "There are always those who have made meritorious contributions to Xuzhou, seeing that you have a good relationship with the little prince, but the five princes are mediocre, and they say behind their backs that you are clinging to the powerful, and now that the Fifth Highness has gained power, the little prince has been trained, and what they said behind their backs is that you don't even have the eyesight to climb the magnates." ”

At the beginning of the article, he sneered on the side: "Sour Confucian's eyes are red, I understand that everyone knows what's going on, if you mind, you're really stupid." This person spoke harshly, but Wei Heming still heard his consolation.

Wei Heming chuckled: "They say that they are theirs, what do they have to do with me? I really have that jealous and hateful heart, where are they who asked for orders in front of the palace that day?" ”

After staying for a while, Wei Heming was full of food and drink, then shook the hem of his clothes, picked up a pot of wine during the banquet, and begged the other two with a shy face: "I'll go first, if anyone asks, remember to cover up for me." ”

At the beginning of the article, he asked, "Do you want to hide alone?" ”

Wei Heming laughed and said, "I'm going to look for someone." ”

At the beginning of the article, he didn't ask him who he was looking for, but he was stopped by He Lan, and when Wei Heming left the table, he said slowly: "Who else can you go to find when he is him?"

Wen Chu was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, and couldn't help asking: "Why does he have a long brain? Everyone avoids it, but he rushes to catch up?"

He Lan smiled and gave him a glass of wine: "Drink yours, Song Yi is not here, why is no one coming to block your mouth?"

At the beginning of the article, he wanted to say more, but he was surprised to find that Wei Heming's desk had already poured a lot of wine jugs, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue: "How much did he drink?"

He Lan looked at it and suddenly remembered: "He is just like that...... Aren't you drunk?"

At the beginning of the article: "It shouldn't be, how can anyone ...... Drunk and sober?" But after thinking about it carefully, Wei Heming's presumptuous sharpness was indeed different from the past, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

This Wei Heming slipped out of the Guozijian all the way and went straight to the gate of Raven's Palace.

There is no curfew in the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Jing Dynasty, the night market is bustling all night, and there are many people who come and go to admire the moon and lanterns. Both sides of the road were lit up, but only the Raven Mansion was gray and dead in the night.

He was very familiar with the palace, and deliberately went around to the back of the palace and found two raised green bricks.

Wei Heming lifted the hem, pinned the wine jug to his waist, stepped on two raised green bricks, flipped up the wall three times and twice, and simply crossed the wall and fell to the ground.

The palace was quiet, Wei Heming hummed a song and walked to the main room in his memory with wine, and without taking two steps, there was a touch of coolness on his neck.

Xue Liang's sharp blade was impressively on his neck, and a hoarse voice fell on his ear: "Master Wei, it is more exposed, please go back." ”

Wei Heming turned his head to look at him without fear, but startled the man with the knife, and quickly moved the knife a few inches away from his neck.

"Wei Gongzi ......" Before the man finished speaking, he saw Wei Heming's two green fingers holding the blade, and the joints tapped lightly, and he laughed at him: "Your Excellency doesn't dare to hurt me." ”

The next moment, Wei Heming said in a loud voice: "Chu Fengge, I brought you wine, do you dare to see me?"

The man with the knife really didn't dare to touch him, and persuaded him again and again: "The prince is thinking about it, so please go back to the little boy......"

Wei Heming's drunken anger rushed into the lotus pond on the side, and laughed loudly: "If he refuses to see me, I will wait here until he comes, and see if he is willing to come to fish the master ashore!"

The knife bearer was dumbfounded: Who knew that this Wei Gongzi was dignified and relieved of Yuanlang, and he still brought such a sprinkling envoy?

The autumn water is still very cold, but Wei Heming is angry, where can he feel hot and cold, and he shouts in the water.

"Nonsense!" Chu Fengge grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the water.

"Lord Wang. The man with the knife saluted, and Chu Fengge frowned and ordered. "Go and let them prepare hot water, be soft, don't startle Mrs. Tai to rest. ”

Chu Fengge lowered his head and wanted to reprimand, but he smelled the smell of wine: "Are you drunk?"

Wei Heming raised his eyebrows slightly, only a crimson at the corner of his eyes, and his drunken eyes exposed him: "I haven't drunk much, how can I get drunk?"

Chu Fengge had never seen Wei Heming drunk in his two lives combined, and he didn't expect him to be so calm when he was drunk, walking lightly, and even being able to climb over the wall and cross the courtyard, calmly.

"Tell me, why don't you want to see me?" Wei Heming's appearance was extremely domineering, as if he would not leave if he couldn't say anything about it.

Chu Fengge said that he was at home these days with the old department of Lingbei, how dare he let Wei Heming enter the mansion, he had to count on him to be drunk and confused, and coaxed him: "Where do I refuse to see you, isn't this coming out?"

While coaxing, he had to lead him to the house, and the people who watched were dumbfounded: when had they ever seen the prince so soft.

Finally arrived at the guest room, Chu Fengge really didn't consider his self-control, so he coaxed him: "You go in and bathe, and we'll talk when you come out." ”

Wei Heming glanced at him: "It's all men, why don't Your Highnesses go together?" Then a hint flashed in his eyes, revealing a sly smile, holding his shirt and pulling the person in front of him, and said with a smile: "Oh-Your Highness doesn't dare, Your Highness has taken a fancy to me." ”

The people outside the door wished that they were immediately deaf and blind, and it was better to hear about such secrets.

Chu Fengge gritted his teeth and dragged the person into the house, slammed the door shut, and said in a dumb voice: "Crane Ming......"

Wei Heming squinted and stared at him, Wei Heming was not as tall as him, so he tiptoed close to his arms, his wet clothes also wet his robe, stretched out his hand to touch his face, and there were words in his mouth.

"Such eyebrows, such eyes, such noses......"

He learned to trace the past on his facial features like Chu Fengge did at the beginning, and only a pair of eyes were confused.

Rao is like this, Chu Fengge's heartbeat still missed a few beats.

Wei Heming groped his eyebrows, stood on tiptoe and approached his face: "Chu Fengge......"

Chu Fengge slowly bowed his head, holding his breath and waiting for him to approach.

Wei Heming's face that was close at hand suddenly became distressed: "You said that you didn't learn anything at a young age, how did you learn to be good at Longyang!"

Chu Fengge: "......"

Wei Heming still squinted his eyes and said: "How old do you say you are, you know what Xinyue is, and you still learned the trick of the trick of teasing the little girl to deal with me......

Chu Fengge almost gritted his teeth and grabbed him by the collar and threw him into the bath tub: "Wei Heming, you asked for it!"

Wei Heming was still tugging on his collar and drinking crazy, giggling and asking, "Is the prince really not with me?"

The black and white eyes were staring at him with confusion, the wine was strong, and the blush on his face had not yet dissipated, if it weren't for his still young face, Chu Fengge would have forgotten where they were.

Wei Heming was a troublesome person enough when he was sober, and when he was drunk, he was simply a living demon.

Chu Fengge just wanted to leave, but was pulled by a wet hand on his sleeve.

As soon as he turned his head, Wei Heming took off only his middle coat and sat in the bathtub, the semi-transparent white fabric was attached to his body, it was better not to wear it, the red on his chest was looming, and a pair of eyes were slanted to look at him.

Chu Fengge stopped.

"Your Highness......" Wei Heming's voice actually brought some grievances.

Chu Fengge: "I'm here." ”

Wei Heming's eyes were full of confusion: "I taught your next life to be a broken sleeve, how is this good?"

All of Chu Fengge's charming thoughts dissipated cleanly, and he only stared at those eyes: "...... Sir?"

"Huh?" Wei Heming let out a snort, and shrunk back into the tub to the comfortable hot water.

Chu Fengge took a step forward, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was inexplicably cold: "Sir?"

"What's the matter with Your Highness?" Although his tone was long and drunk, he could still hear that this was the person in his previous life who was answering him.

Chu Fengge couldn't help but laugh in a low voice, and the haze in his eyes dissipated little by little, revealing the undisguised flames: "I am so bitter that Mr. deceived me......"

The person in the bathtub was still smiling at him in a daze, and reached out to touch his face: "Your Highness laughs...... It's really a beauty. ”

Chu Fengge grabbed the wet hand and chuckled in a low voice: "Mr. actually coaxed me like this, it's not too much for me to charge some interest, right?"

The eyes jumped faintly, and I didn't know whether it was joy or madness.