Ping Yao ignored him either. Holding the wine jug himself, he stood behind Jiang Henghuan, just waiting for the wine to be poured.

When the ancients were eating, they would generally invite guests to prevent coldness. They also have this seat, so naturally they will not be cold.

Qing guests are also well-informed, from the Fengyue Field of the Great Zhou Dynasty, to the court secrets of the Jokhang. From the prostitution of Xiyue, to the swordsman of Han Mo.

The people at the banquet were fascinated, and Ping Yao was also fascinated. Just as the cup was being pushed and changed, everyone entered the role, and Ping Yao held the wine jug and looked at the crowd.

Even Yun Yi would occasionally interject a sentence.

Yun Yi is an unfavored prince, so he has been to many places, and he knows far more than these children of families who grew up in the capital since childhood. As soon as he opened his mouth, the horses of Kansai and the sand of Hanbei. The sea of Qingdong and the tea of Jiangnan. It's not a lot of words, but it's immersive.

Ping Yao thought to herself, Yun Yi deserved to be reading late at night every day, wasting so many candles, and his eloquence was so good. It's so good that everyone at the table is yearning.

There was only one person, sitting there in silence, holding a wine glass in his hand, and his eyes were dark. solemnly, with a strong aura.

The man was sitting diagonally across from Ping Yao, so Ping Yao noticed him at the beginning. Such an active banquet, this extremely unsociable person.

Ping Yao remembered that when Jiang Henghuan introduced this person, he said that he was the son of the Song Shen general's family, Song Cong.

If you want to say that General Song is a powerful person.

His father was the deputy general of the second rank of the dynasty. Marching and fighting, thundering. People are also straight, and when their temper comes up, the emperor doesn't give him face.

At the beginning, his little grandson was playing with the Third Highness, and was inadvertently bumped into the rockery by the Third Highness and knocked his eyes, and the old man almost gouged out the eyes of the Third Highness with a knife.

But the son who was born was mild and delicate, and upright.

For this reason, Vice General Song was sad for a long time. The old deputy general thought about it, the position of a general, facing many jackals, tigers and leopards who are greedy for money every day, as well as a group of people who have no brains and can only coax blindly, no matter how good his temperament is, it is estimated that he will be a rough man who has become an open-mouthed ancestor.

So, the old deputy general directly entrusted someone to give his son a whole general.

When it was his grandson's turn, the old lieutenant was happy.

His grandson is like him, bold, heroic, and smarter than him, and can play tricks. Yes, the old deputy general directly deducted people and let them stay in the capital, and the province followed his father and learned badly.

And Song never lived up to his expectations. At the age of three, he was on horseback, and at the age of four, he carried a knife and a gun. At the age of ten, he was nominated for the Blue Heroes List, and at the age of seventeen, he was ranked in the top 100 of the Blue Heroes List.

When he mentions his grandson, the old vice general can wake up with a smile in his dreams.

With such an honor, Song Cong should be high-spirited and laughing.

The wine was half-drunk, and the dishes on the table were changed. Ping Yao saw Song Cong suddenly put down the wine glass in his hand, and got up and left with a gloomy face.

Everyone at the table had a good time, and no one cared about Song Cong's departure.

After Song Cong left, Ping Yao put down the wine jug in his hand and said to Yun Yi: "Your Highness, I'll go out for a while." ”

"Where?" Yun Yi didn't even ask relentlessly.

"Go to the bathroom." Ping Yao smiled and groaned, but in his heart he was despised, a dignified prince, he didn't have any literacy at all.

Toilet. Yun Yi nodded. It's always hard for him to stop people from going to the toilet.

The toilets in the Sensu Building are collectively referred to as toilets. Sounds a lot more urbane. Therefore, many people who have come to Qiansu Building, some of them will also call the toilet a toilet. The word toilet has also become popular among some rich children as a relatively new term.

However, there is no such statement in the palace at the moment. And Ping Yao is just a little palace maid, even if she is from a noble family, a high-consumption place like Qiansulou should not come to her often.

Ping Yao descended the narrow staircase. On both sides of the railing, candlesticks are embedded in the wall, and the lights go down the handrails.

In the jasper pot of the dense bamboo forest, Ping Yao met Song Cong in blue.

The jasper ou is simple and clean, surrounded by dense bamboo forests and bright lights.

Song Cong walked from the bamboo forest path, and quickly climbed more than a dozen layers of wooden ladders and climbed the jasper ou.

On the jasper pot, a girl in white was making tea with her head down.

Coincidentally, a beam of light passed behind the girl and found the purple clay pot in the girl's fair-skinned hand.

The jade hand was poured, and the green tea poured down from the purple clay pot, and the steaming heat fainted in the light.

Sensing that someone was coming, the girl raised her head slightly and looked up the stairs.

In the blink of the eyes, the peaceful, sunny gaze in the girl's eyes slowly glided like a breeze in March.

However, the moment she saw Song Cong, the girl was startled and hurriedly got up.

But accidentally touched the small stove next to it, and the small pot sitting on the stove was overturned, and the boiling water poured the girl's body.

But the girl did not cry out in pain. However, in the summer, her clothes are thin, and she must have been burned lightly. It was evident from her frowning brow.

"Song Gongzi." The girl could still endure the pain and bowed to Song Cong's little daughter's house.

was hugged by Song Cong, put it on the table, and regardless of the interference of men and women, he lifted the girl's skirt to see the girl's burns.

The girl's hand was held down.

Song Cong was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and looked up at the girl.

That girl is a serious woman who makes a living from the art of tea. At this moment, he was dragged by a man to his skirt, revealing the snow-white middle coat inside. whereas

The girl's face was as red as the most beautiful peach blossom in March.

The girl is inevitably shy. Then she gently pushed Song Cong's hand away from her lap.

Song Cong's face instantly became very bad.

However, Ping Yao could see that when the girl pushed Song Cong away, she didn't have the strength.

The girl didn't hate him.

Song Cong didn't think so. He kept pushing away, and looked gloomily at the girl who was sitting timidly at the table.

The girl was very afraid of him, lowered her head, and didn't dare to look at Song Cong.

The two of them just went up and down, and they were in a stalemate for a long time. Song Cong finally opened his mouth in a deep voice: "Shen Bishui, you really have the ability now." ”

This sentence is intriguing.

Ping Yao stood behind a clump of bamboos and quietly looked at the two people on the high platform. The wind blew, blowing her green clothes, and blending seamlessly with the green bamboo.

It was dark, and it was impossible to see that there was a person hiding in the dense bamboo forest.

Ping Yao was thinking about what Song Cong meant by that sentence. Suddenly there was a gust of wind behind him, with a faint but crisp smell.

Ping Yao was familiar with that taste.

That's the unique smell of Yun Yi. It's not incense, it's innate, it's his own breath.

Really, he's everywhere.

Ping Yao turned around, Yun Yi was dressed in white in the dark night, and a pair of dark eyes were staring at her.

P.S.: In the case of no manuscript, the double update is really open.