"Uncle and A-Yuan, when did they go to the Jin Palace?"

"Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, I will go after the early dynasty. ”

Yang Yong's hand paused, and then strode towards the hall.

"Dressing"

"Yes"

Riding his horse away from the palace, Yang Yong headed towards the north of the capital, where there were two streets, quiet and quiet during the day, and at night it was the sound of dogs and horses, and the sound of joy and laughter built another prosperity and indulgence. At that time, regardless of the three religions and the nine streams, if you use the silver, the wine and meat will surely make you satisfied.

Riding horses to the long street that was unusually clean, the sound of horses' hooves echoing on the bluestone-paved road, quite eagerly.

The boy sprinkled water on the ground, leaching out speckled traces, roasted by the scorching sun at noon, and for a while there was a little mist, looked up at the hot air and the sun overhead, and muttered in his heart: This ghost weather, but it is going to heat a person.

The sweeping action of his hand sped up, and the little boy just wanted to quickly clean up and go into the house to hide. But he didn't want to hear a hurried sound of horses' hooves coming after just two sweeps, and he staggered back two steps in fright as soon as he looked up a shadow hood.

Immediately, the man's face was resolute and handsome, but he couldn't hide a trace of restlessness between his eyebrows, and the next moment he saw a purple robe swaying, and a swift wind blew his face, and the little boy was stunned, but he was awakened by a sudden sound in his ears.

The tall horse behind him looked at him in a daze, and he couldn't help but take a step back, and said in surprise that it was really an extremely rare good horse! The smooth and shiny coat color, the vigorous posture, the snow-white hooves and the tufts of snow-colored mane on the top of the head are not exactly what is the rare BMW dark clouds stepping on the snow!

"Childe, why are you here?" Yang Yong entered the room, and a middle-aged man greeted him from the counter, looking slightly surprised.

"What about your son-in-law?" Yang Yong glanced at the various gambling equipment in the lobby, and turned back to the old man as he walked to the inner hall.

"Childe hasn't come back in Qingxiangyuan yet. Zheng Hong bowed down and gave Yang Yong a look.

"What time is it now, why hasn't he come back yet?" Yang Yong looked a little impatient, raised his legs and went upstairs, and after walking two steps, he seemed to suppress the strange emotions in his heart and asked: "Then when will he come back?"

"Don't be impatient, I'll let someone call my son-in-law. Although Zheng Hong was a little curious about why Yang Yong appeared here in broad daylight, he should have encountered something to look at him, otherwise he would not have lost his demeanor so much.

"Hmm" Yang Yong frowned and took two steps upstairs before answering.

It was just as he walked to the second floor and walked to the inner hall that he was familiar with, when he looked up and saw a man in disheveled clothes, with wet hair, a frown and a painful face coming out of the last room.

The light ink-colored kaftan was casually draped over the shoulders, loosely hooked together around the waist, and there were suspicious red marks on the exposed chest and collarbone, and the black and silky hair dripping with water on the slender neck and white shoulder blades, and the water droplets left beautiful lines on the firm and well-proportioned chest and went straight to the waist.

"Childe, you're back. Zheng Hong saw Yin Shuozhi and greeted him respectfully, but he was also slightly surprised.

"How much did you drink last night?" Yang Yong felt that at this time, he could still smell the smell of wine and the faint smell of rouge coming from Yin Shuozhi's body.

"Not much...... Do you know Miss Qin Shu's ......" Yin Shuozhi didn't mind letting Yang Yong see his appearance, grinned and rubbed his temples that were pulling and hurting due to hangover, "Why are you here?"

"There's something I want you to help with. Yang Yong went straight to the last room, Yin Shuozhi waved at Zheng Hong to signal him to retreat, and he followed into the house.

It was a very luxurious room, a variety of furniture made of ebony, low-key but chic everywhere, all kinds of decorative objects carved from black jade, as small as a paperweight Pixiu in the case, as large as a bustling bonsai in the corner of the wall.

Between the ink of Moshan, the sound of gurgling water is wrapped in a dense mist, and the blooming summer lotus is full of faint fragrance, which confuses the two stupid little fish at the bottom of the case, thinking that it is the fairyland of the world, and leisurely enters the country.

What does not match this luxury is the messy pages and scattered clothes, red, yellow, blue and green, which at first glance are left by a girl in the building, with a red and bright skirt, a pink and tender belly pocket, covered with a book of sages and sages, and an indescribable debauchery and disorder.

"What's the hurry?" Yin Shuozhi staggered to a chaise longue in the room and lay down, the hangover made him just want to lie down.

Yin Shuozhi's room has two huge windows, and when you look at it from the house, you can see most of the scenes of the capital, and the lights are dim at night, which is a beautiful scenery, a beautiful scenery. Now the bright sunlight shone in, and the black smoke miasma in that room, Yang Yong didn't dare to compliment.

"Help me look up someone. ”

"Who?" Yin Shuozhi listened to Yang Yong's cautious tone, and was slightly curious about what kind of relationship the person he checked was with him?

"The four princesses of the Xiao family!"

Yin Shuozhi raised his eyebrows and looked at him, wasn't that person the princess of Jin who had just started? She was also his brother-in-law, why did he want to check on her?

"She's and Si Er's long—" Yang Yong looked anxious.

"Xiao Si'er?" Yin Shuozhi's narrow eyes opened slightly, and a trace of light passed away.

Yang Yong nodded, and recently **** people went to inquire about Xiao Qimeng, and the news he got later was all he already knew, she was Xiao Yue's fourth daughter, because she was born in February, she was praised as ominous by the south, and she was raised by Emperor Liang.

Later, because of Dugu Jialuo and Concubine Yang Guangxuan, they were measured to have a good birthday, and they were ushered in the capital and became the princess of Jin.

He thought about it for a long time, and let himself accept that the person in front of him was the fourth princess of the Xiao family, and now he was still his brother's wife, but he was really unwilling.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you still remember her in your heart. Yin Shuozhi lay down on the chaise long, so comfortable, his tone was light and he couldn't say what he wanted to express.

"......" Yang Yong was silent, his sturdy body seemed to lose a trace of strength, and he sat down on the ebony chair beside him.

He just wasn't reconciled.

He thought of the many things that had happened six years ago, when he had seen her for the first time, dressed in strange clothes, and had been chased by a group of maids and guards into their poetry meeting, so that she was not frightened, so that she was not embarrassed.

That day was the birthday of his second brother Yang Guang, she couldn't help but break in, knocked over the sage who praised his second brother endlessly, at that time his second brother had just written the first poem in his life, and he was extremely wise at a young age, which was really sought after.