Moon Xiang squinted, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on his wrinkled face. His eyes were closed. Place your hands on your crossed legs.

The most frightening thing is that even if this big hand turns the court upside down, he can't peep into one or two. The tree is as big as the Sun family, all of which have been uprooted, and Sun Xiang is a lesson from the past.

Wen Xiang opened his eyes, turned his head, and touched the white hair on his sideburns.

Trembling, not overstepping and not seizing power. I just want to have a place in this undercurrent of the court.

"But ......" He Wenjing poured a full bottle of wine for Wen Xiang, gently put down the wine jug in his hand, looked up at Wen Xiang, and said with temptation and a little hesitation: "I don't know if Wen Xiang has a feeling?"

Wen Xiang picked up the wine that He Wenjing had poured full, raised his eyebrows and looked at him and asked, "What does it feel like?"

He Wenjing turned his head, looked downstairs through the window and didn't notice the crowd here, and lowered his voice a little more: "The court seems to be ...... Someone grabbed him by the throat. With that, He Wenjing turned his head to look at Wen Xiang. Picked up the flask on the table and filled the empty cup in Wen Xiang's hand.

Wen Xiang's hand holding the wine glass stiffened, and when he heard the words, he slowly raised his eyebrows, looked at He Wenjing, and after a while, he said leisurely: "Oh, is it?"

As he spoke, Wen Xiang drank the wine in his hand, put down the cup on the table, and continued: "This old man hasn't paid attention, how can Master He say this?" Wen Xiang held the chopsticks while keeping his eyes on He Wenjing. Asked while laughing.

He Wenjing's expression remained unchanged, he just took a wine glass and sipped it, turned his head to look at the passing crowd below, and said calmly: "I don't know what to say, but I just feel that the turmoil in the imperial court in the past two years is a little inexplicable." The blood-changing recall transfer was also unprepared. ”

After that, He Wenjing drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

Wen Xiang didn't make a reply, just picked up the elbow meat and chewed slowly, squinting his eyes as he chewed, and after a while, he spoke: "If that's the case, isn't Lord He really the beneficiary of this turmoil?"

When He Wenjing heard this, he turned around, filled the wine glass on the table, looked at Wen Xiang, and smiled: "I thought that Xiangye was also a beneficiary." With that, he picked up his glass of wine, raised it at Wen Xiang, and drank it all.

The chopsticks that Wen Xiang was holding paused, and suddenly regained his expression. He put down his chopsticks, also picked up his wine glass, raised it to He Wenjing, drank it and smiled, shook his head again, and did not respond.

He Wenjing put down the chopsticks in his hand, poured two more glasses of wine, and brought them to Wenxiang with both hands.

Wen Xiang looked at He Wenjing, and then took it slowly: "Lord He, is this trying to get me drunk?"

"Don't dare. He Wenjing had a gentle smile on his face: "Drink until you have fun." ”

After that, He Wenjing drank a small glass of wine. Then he sighed twice and exhaled comfortably.

"I don't know how many times I can drink sake in the future. He Wenjing sighed leisurely, with a strong aroma of wine in his mouth.

Wen Xiang also raised his glass and drank it all, he looked at He Wenjing: "When the situation is settled and the world is safe, it is natural to drink a few times if you want to." Saying that, Wen Xiang put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at He Wenjing and said jokingly: "Could it be that Lord He is even in charge of the silver taels for drinking?"

After that, Wen Xiang laughed twice: "It's okay, it's okay, there's an old man." If you want to drink, you can find an old man. ”

He Wenjing picked up the wine jug and filled the cup that Wen Xiang put down, he raised his eyes, looked at Wen Xiang, who was a little stronger than the wine, and sighed helplessly: "There is money, but I don't know if there is a life." ”

Wen Xiang held the wine that He Wenjing poured full, slowed down, and then slowed down. Even the big smile on his face was closed. With a little meaningful smile: "Lord He respects the military department, but he is worried far enough." ”

He Wenjing held his own wine glass, raised his head towards Wen Xiang, and then drank it all, and sighed twice: "The court is surging, I don't even know how I got to this position, and I don't know how I will go down in the future." ”

After that, He Wenjing sighed faintly, then picked up the chopsticks and picked up the large piece of beef on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed twice, looked out the window, and looked blankly: "The left and right attendants of the military department were all wiped out without saying a word, and then think about the original deep grace and power, and the monstrous Quanwei was also crushed to death by the snow without making a sound." ”

He Wenjing paused, still dazed and pondered: "Although Quanwei is immortal, I can't take up the post of secretary of the Ministry of War, but as long as I think of the fate of Quanwei, who is also the secretary of the Ministry of War, ......" As he spoke, He Wenjing turned his head to look at Wen Xiang: "I, the current secretary of the Ministry of War, is also sitting on pins and needles. ”

Wen Xiang took a sip of the sake in the wine glass, sandwiched two slices of elbow meat, put one hand on his thigh, and stood on the table with the other hand to support his chin, chewing while looking at He Wenjing who was talking. There was a slight flush on his face.

He Wenjing turned his head, looked at Wen Xiang, who was getting drunk, and said slowly and quietly: "Wen Xiang feels it, right?"

Wen Xiang's face flushed, with an inexplicable smile, looked at He Wenjing, and did not respond. The hand on his lap picked it up, rested it next to the empty wine glass, and knocked on the table.

He Wenjing understood, lowered his body and picked up the wine jug on the case to pour wine for Wen Xiang.

After Wen Xiang finished chewing the elbow meat, he looked at He Wenjing's full wine glass, took it up, and sighed comfortably: "That's right." With that, he burped a lot.

He Wenjing looked at Wen Xiang, whose face was flushed, the smile on his face deepened, and he praised: "Xiangye is also an understanding person. ”

Wen Xiang didn't speak, sat up straight, swallowed his saliva, and his eyes were slightly red. He reached out and tapped the table next to the cup.

He Wenjing shook his head at this time, moved back with the wine jug, and looked at Wen Xiang, who was flushed and shaking his head: "Stop, stop." Xiangye will drink enough. ”

Wen Xiang stopped moving, looked at He Wenjing dissatisfied, and shook his head: "Mo Zhi, Mo Zhi." The old man drank... will be a mouthful. ”

As he spoke, Wen Xiang picked up his right hand and gestured his index finger: "General, it's just a small bite." ”

He Wenjing looked at Wen Xiang's drunken appearance, and couldn't help but smile: "It's a small bite, let's continue next time." It's getting late today, so I'll send Xiangye to his house. ”

With that, He Wenjing moved the wine jug on the table back again. Then he got up, walked to Wen Xiang's side, pulled him up, put him on his shoulders, and dragged him outside the restaurant.

He Wenjing called the carriage again, and after sending Wen Xiang, who was already drunk and a little unsteady, into the carriage, he instructed the coachman to say a word, and then watched the carriage gradually move towards Wenfu.

He Wenjing looked at the carriage that was far away, squinted his eyes leisurely with his hands behind his back. Then he turned around and walked the other way.

Wen Xiang, who was drunk and couldn't stand still, lay in the carriage, the wheel of the carriage turned, and the curtain of the evening breeze was blown up. He sat up from the carriage with his body propped up, leaning against the wall with one hand and pulling at the collar with the other.

looked at the car curtain with a serious face, and his eyes faded away from the cloudiness of the drunken general, and the clarity was far-reaching.