Time, still not out of the rooster song Ding night four watch, but the sky outside, but the sky is getting darker and darker, there is no light, the survey said that you can't see the five fingers.

The vast Imperial Palace of the Red Ice Kingdom also fell silent at this moment after experiencing the baptism of the previous feast with bright lights, singing and dancing, and changing cups, and almost every place in the palace was so dark that it was frightening.

In the Qingxin Hall of Weide Palace, the front hall, the right hall, and the back hall are also pitch black, but the inner hall of the left side of the Qingxin Palace is still lit with a bunch of candlelight, which can illuminate the world on that side.

The charcoal fire in the two silver charcoal stoves in the center of the inner sanctum was finally extinguished at this moment, and only the ashes in the hearth were full of ashes.

Next to the golden silk nanmu bed that was placed against the wall in a regular manner, three thousand green silks were casually tied behind their heads, and Leng Qing, who was tightly covered by a thick azure color, was standing quietly. On the golden silk nanmu bed, the drunken Yan Ziming lay flat under the orange satin quilt, and seemed to fall asleep with his eyebrows slightly frowned as he was a little uncomfortable.

But seeing that Leng Qing's gaze seemed to fall on Yan Ziming, who was asleep in front of her, it didn't seem to fall on Yan Ziming, but more, it seemed like she was stunned.

"Xin'er, it's really uncomfortable......" Yan Ziming, who was sleeping quietly on the golden silk nanmu bed, suddenly seemed to be unconsciously muttering.

Yan Ziming's voice was actually not loud, but in the left hall, which was so quiet that he could almost breathe, it was very abrupt and loud.

was interrupted by Yan Ziming's memories, Leng Qing, who was standing beside the bed of Jin Si Nanmu and looked a little stunned, looked at Yan Ziming, and happened to hear Yan Ziming murmuring again: "I was poured a lot of wine by Xiao Zhi and that Yan envoy at the banquet tonight, and I have a headache!" Only with you can sleep ......."

It should have been a real headache, because Yan Ziming was muttering to himself, and at the same time he pulled a hand from the orange satin quilt that covered him, and rubbed his forehead indiscriminately, trying to make his drunken head more comfortable.

It's just that in the end, Leng Qing couldn't hear Yan Ziming's voice clearly. Leng Qing could only see it. Yan Ziming's lips seemed to open and close unconsciously, but he didn't even make a sound.

didn't wait for Leng Qing to guess what Yan Ziming's unspoken words were, for a moment. Leng Qing could hear Yan Ziming, who was rubbing his forehead there, muttering again, but Yan Ziming's words had a strong drunken connotation and were a little vague.

Although Yan Ziming himself couldn't speak clearly, Leng Qing magically understood!

Leng Qing heard Yan Ziming muttering: "Xin'er...... Headache...... You help me rub ......"

Looking at such a drunken posture, lying in front of her and muttering defenselessly. Yan Ziming, who was completely different from the usual wantonness, Leng Qing's originally helpless mood was even more helpless: I think when she and Yan Ziming first met, Yan Ziming was holding a pot of wine and drinking it by herself, and she drank happily! Why did you come back from a palace banquet tonight and become like this bear? Is...... What a shame!! She can't bear to look at it!!

Although Leng Qing didn't plan to help Yan Ziming rub his forehead, Leng Qing still took a step forward and approached the golden silk nanmu bed.

Seeing Leng Qing leaning over, he reached out and patted Yan Ziming's shoulder under the quilt, and reminded: "Yan Ziming." Wake up...... Get up and take off your robe and go to sleep, you have already drunk too much, and if you sleep in your clothes again, you will catch a cold tomorrow. ”

In fact, Leng Qing also saw Yan Ziming's hand that pulled out the quilt, and was still wearing the pale yellow narrow-sleeved brocade robe he wore when he went to the banquet, Leng Qing remembered that she should remind Yan Ziming. Leng Qing felt that within her ability, she couldn't let Yan Ziming get sick, after all, she still counted on Yan Ziming to protect her!

Yanzi in the room heard this, rubbing his forehead. While asking indistinctly, "Cold?" What is a cold? Do you want to take off your robe? ”

Although Yan Ziming asked so unconsciously, like a three-year-old child who was in a daze, his subordinates honestly and unceremoniously used his hand to rub his forehead and lifted the tightly covered orange satin quilt on his body. and spread out his hands and feet and lay in a "big" shape, which obviously meant that Leng Qing helped him take off his robe.

Looking at Yan Ziming who was acting like this, Leng Qing didn't doubt it at all: Yan Ziming is this product! Must be pretending to be drunk! Right! He must be pretending to be drunk!

But even so, what can Leng Qing do? Yan Ziming did drink a lot of wine, and he could smell it with his nose! She's stupid to deal with someone who drinks too much.

Yes. Leng Qing resigned herself to helping Yan Ziming take off her robe, and at the end, she helped Yan Ziming re-cover the quilt and tuck the corners of the quilt very intimately. It's just that when she helped Yanzi Ming fold the quilt in the end, Leng Qing felt that she was really like an old mother who took care of children......

Xu was to appease her own heart that wanted to go crazy, and when Leng Qing helped Yan Ziming take off her robe, she kept lowering her head and whispering, "This is the uncle, you have to be calm." This is the uncle, you have to be calm", but Leng Qing didn't see the shallow smile that gradually rose on Yan Ziming's lips.

When Leng Qing finally made a good gesture and looked up at Yan Ziming again, he saw that Yan Ziming had already pursed the corners of his lips and fell asleep peacefully with a defenseless face.

Seeing this, Leng Qing had a thousand thoughts in her heart, after all, she could only sigh helplessly: If she wasn't too relieved, why did he, who had been always on guard against his father and queen mother for more than 20 years, take off his guard in front of her?

In the end, after Leng Qing blew out the candle lit on the small table next to the bed, she went to the apse of the Qingxin Hall alone.

Although Yan Ziming said those confessional words to Leng Qing before, Leng Qing felt that since she refused, she had to keep her duty! Something similar to that will make Yan Ziming misunderstand, if she can not do it, it is better not to do it, otherwise in the end, the most hurt person is still Yan Ziming! Besides, in the final analysis, this is Yan Ziming's territory, she is a guest and not a guest, and she is really not qualified to argue with Yan Ziming about who should sleep where, so ah, she still obediently went to the apse to sleep in Yan Ziming's bed!

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When the morning light first appears.

Pure Heart Temple. Apse.

Bypassing the screen that was about one person tall and more than three meters long, embroidered with magnificent mountains and rivers, and set up several pieces of clothing, but saw Leng Qing's hair sitting on the big bed of golden silk nanmu that was not too wide to speak, and the thick quilt covering Leng Qing's body had slid to Leng Qing's waist, revealing Leng Qing's upper body wearing a white undershirt.

After a while, I saw Leng Qing silently raise her hand to wipe away the fine cold sweat on her forehead, lift the quilt and get out of bed, take off the clothes she took off before going to bed from the screen, and put them on one by one in order.

After putting on the layers of troublesome clothes, Leng Qing casually pulled down her somewhat messy hair, tied it with the purple hairband on the screen, Leng Qing bypassed the screen in front of her and walked towards the door of the apse.

Leng Qing woke up in a nightmare at dawn this morning.

Leng Qing remembered that in her short dream, it was full of blood-red snowflakes, blood-red heaven and earth, blood-red figures, and the mournful tone that once became her heart disease, and when it was the strictest, it could even keep her awake at night......

Thinking of the dream that could wake her up now, Leng Qing involuntarily raised her head and touched her forehead, sure enough! Cold sweat oozed from his forehead again.

Since Leng Qing was sensible, for so many years, Leng Qing has been subconsciously telling herself, after a long time, no matter how heavy the pain is, it will become a thing of the past, and no matter how deep the memory, it will be slowly forgotten.

But today, Leng Qing knows that the more you want to seal the dust and forget about the memory thing, once it breaks through the dust and wakes up, it will be more fierce and terrifying than before you sealed the dust and forgotten! Now, Leng Qing just wants to ask herself-

What is the past? What is it...... Can't get by? Or, the past and the inability to get over are just a thought of hers?

"Who made the wine, so strong!" A very abrupt, somewhat hungover-like chatter, suddenly came into Leng Qing's ears. Leng Qing, who was caught in his own thoughts, finally woke up in this incoherent chatter.

Leng Qing looked up, but she didn't know when she had walked to the full moon-shaped hollow carved arch separating the inner and outer halls in the left hall. And Yan Ziming, who pestered her like a child and muttered to herself last night, was wearing a white undershirt at the moment, sitting hunched over on the golden silk nanmu bed under the wall of the inner hall, frowning and rubbing his forehead.

Seeing this, Leng Qing pursed her lips and smiled, and while walking towards the inner hall, she teased: "Lie? Aren't you quite drinkable? I think when we first met, you left Mu Wen aside and poured yourself a drink, why did you just drink a little wine at the feast and get drunk like that? ”

Suddenly hearing someone speak, Yan Ziming's hand rubbing his forehead subconsciously stiffened, he immediately followed the sound and looked over, and saw that it was Leng Qing, Yan Ziming relieved his heart - which palace maid did he think it was......

After smiling back at Leng Qing, Yan Ziming continued to rub his forehead while explaining, "Can Daliang's wine be called wine?" Do you think that the wine of the Great Liang can be compared with the wine of our red ice? Those southerners drink wine, basically just for an artistic conception, no matter what kind of wine is brewed like water, I just can't even drink a dozen jars. But we Northland people mostly drink wine to ward off the cold, no matter what kind of wine is brewed very strongly, just go down two jars, and it is more than enough to put down a big man! ”

For Yan Ziming's kind of care, his words have been turned a deaf ear to Leng Qingquan, who has already walked to the side of the golden silk nanmu bed.

I saw Leng Qing condescendingly squinting at Yan Ziming, who was sitting on the bed, and opened her mouth to say: "To put it bluntly, you can't actually drink it, right?!" (To be continued.) )

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