Lian Chengmei loves incense, and is accustomed to burning incense and sleeping, so Yongmei Zhai is always full of fragrance. Qian Ning doesn't like incense, prefers flowers, leaves are these real things, put a few pieces of orange peel in the carbon stove in the bedroom, take a small wire cage and put it up, rest on the edge of the charcoal fire, the aroma of orange peel is steamed out by the heat, fresh and sweet, and it makes people feel refreshed and happy when they smell.

Zhao Luoyan was lying on the bed, wisps of fragrance wafted into his nose, and his originally irritable mood slowly settled down, and his eyelids began to sink.

Qian Ning didn't want to lie down with Zhao Luoyan, so she only put a pillow and futon on the couch on the side, and leaned on it to rest.

Zhao Luoyan was about to fall asleep, but he caught a glimpse of Qian Ning's peaceful appearance, his face was calm, and under the soft light, there was a feeling of reassurance. I used to come to listen to Yuxuan, I always came in a hurry, I fell asleep without saying a few words, and I never had the opportunity to take a good look at her sleeping face, which seemed to be lovely. I remembered that every time Qianning wanted to find an opportunity to communicate with herself, she was always perfunctory, just to not keep her heart here, otherwise how could she be worthy of Lian Chengmei's heart for herself. For a while, I remembered Lian Chengmei's uncomfortable pregnancy, and sighed deeply, she was already wronged by Lian Chengmei, and she couldn't be sorry for her anymore. It's no wonder that Qianning appeared too late......

Zhao Luoyan changed his mind for a hundred years, but finally couldn't resist the tiredness and fell asleep.

Hearing Zhao Luoyan's gradually heavy breathing, Qian Ning knew that he was asleep, so he opened his eyes, and Zhao Luoyan's inquiring gaze had already attracted attention, but he didn't want to deal with him so he pretended to sleep, and now he fell asleep, and he opened his eyes and turned over. Somehow, it is clear that Zhao Luoyan is a person who can see the bottom at a glance, but sometimes he doesn't dare to look at each other with the exploration and concentration in his eyes. Why, exactly? It's like he has some secrets hidden in his heart that he doesn't want him to know, but apart from the identity of the manager of the building, what can't he know?

Qian Ning couldn't figure it out, so she had to sigh and sleep on the couch.

Zhao Qian's father and son went to the palace for a banquet as promised.

Prince An is a very elegant person, and the best thing in Su Ri is to taste calligraphy and painting, taste wine and food, and he is not enlightened at all in the court. Every time I find the strange stone and strange trees outside, I am busy taking them into the palace to pay respect. The emperor always said that Prince An was fun, but it was not because of this that he relaxed his vigilance against this brother.

Prince An was originally a smart person, and after doing these elegant things for a long time, he has cultivated a pair of discerning eyes, and he is quite famous in appreciation. No, if it is said to be a rare wine, it must be the best of the wine.

Zhao Luoyan drank the wine, and after tasting it, he couldn't stop praising it: "It's really good wine!" When you take a bite of it, it is a little light and spicy, followed by a mellow fragrance, and then a little sweetness on the tip of the tongue. A sip of wine contains fragrant, spicy, sweet and sweet, which is really a miracle. Zhao Luoyan was talking, and his continuous stamina filled the dantian, and he couldn't help but take another sip.

It is said that the nectar left on the leaves in the morning on the mountain as the base, and the unique bamboo stems and leaves are used as wooden barrels, as well as the wine-making primers left by the ancestors, and a small pot of good wine is brewed for ten years. This wine is not easy to come by, and the people in the mountains are usually reluctant to drink it, but they have to take out the sketches when entertaining distinguished guests during the New Year's holidays. "Prince An greeted Zhao Qian's father and son, Song Rong and Song Yi also came out to accompany him, Song Yi ran most of the Song Dynasty and the border land, and he knew the most about these lonely and widowed treasures, and when it was convenient, he collected them to honor Prince An and the nobles in the palace. This pot of wine was begged for some time ago when he was wandering in Nanping, and the palace sent two pots to pay tribute to Prince An.

Although Zhao Qian said that he didn't know about wine, he heard Song Yi's introduction and knew the preciousness of this wine, and praised it again and again: "This wine is so cherished, and the strange taste is so unique." Today is also thanks to the prince, and the blessings of the prince and the second son can be obtained. ”

"Master Hou is so right, the taste of this wine is indeed rare, different from the usual aroma of wine, not only spicy, but also a little sweet, and some people are not used to drinking it." Song Yi went on to introduce.

Zhao Qian laughed twice and said dryly: "What the second son said is very true." "I don't have anything to say, Zhao Qian is an old-fashioned person, and he is not interested in these things, so can't he say why? Fortunately, there is a Zhao Luoyan, who is quite insightful when it comes to wine tasting, and even Prince An praises him again and again, plus Song Yi interjects from time to time, and after eating a banquet, they are also very happy.

Before leaving, Prince An also gave Zhao Luoyan a landscape painting he painted, and gave him more study to obtain attainments.

The two sides said goodbye with smiles, and Song Rong and Song Yi also sent Zhao Qian's father and son to the gate, and watched the carriage of the Hou Mansion go away before turning back.

Song Rong, who hadn't spoken much at the banquet, spoke up: "How is it?" Socializing with such a clear stream family is as you like? ”

Song Yi paused, turned to look at his brother, and chewed the usual smile on the corner of his mouth: "Big brother, this is as if I invited the father and son of the Zhao family, don't forget, this post was written by my father himself." Didn't the eldest brother see it? ”

"The post was naturally written by my father, but it must be you behind it, right?"

"Big brother, what you said is too ugly. What do I mean by me, is my father the kind of person who is easily agitated? Besides, it is not the first time that the Hou Mansion and our family have interacted, and a few days ago they went to the mansion to enjoy the snow, so Grandma Zhao is even more connected with Wan'er. With such a friendship, why is it strange to invite you as a guest? ”

Song Rong's face was cold: "The second brother has been able to speak well since he was a child, and he is even more incredible when he grows up." Don't think I don't know what you're going to do, aren't you just afraid that our palace will be full of flowers and cooking oil in the fire, and it will cause trouble? But if you avoid it, make friends with Qingliu, and even hurriedly give Wan'er and Ting'er those powerless people, can you make the palace feel at ease with us? ”

Song Yi also sank his face and said bluntly: "If it is useless to avoid, then why has my father covered up his edge for so many years, kept his eyes open, and devoted his whole life to the fun of mountains and rivers?" The eldest brother can question my ways and despise my actions, but what about the father? What about mothers? Doesn't the eldest brother disdain them? ”

Song Rong snorted coldly: "Don't put such a big hat on me, I have never been disrespectful to my father and mother." ”

"Really?" Song Yi also sneered, "Then why have you been cold to your mother since you ignored your mother's dissuasion and insisted on entering the East Palace as the prince's companion?" Do you always care about your mother? Or do you only think that your career is important, and you don't care about the family's flesh and blood and even safety? ”

Song Rong was angry this time, and scolded: "Song Yi, you know what you're talking about!" I don't care about my family? If I don't care about it, why should I fight? ”

"So, the eldest brother thinks that it is kind to his family to insist on going his own way?" Song Yi did not back down.

Song Rong was annoyed and aggrieved at the same time, and flicked his sleeves: "Since you can't understand me, it's useless to say more." Just look at the future, whether I can help the family out of the siege, or if you can save the Hou Mansion, we will know. ”

The two brothers quarreled, each uncomfortable, and parted ways.

Zhao Qian's father and son returned home as guests, but they were relieved. Although the host and guests of this banquet were very happy, Zhao Qian still didn't understand what the palace was doing? Is it really a fate to make friends?

Zhao Qian thought about it, how could he stay away from the court, and he was not a master who judged the situation, and he still couldn't figure out a thought in his heart, so he sighed and said: "Yan'er, call the Lu family over, I want to hear what she thinks?" ”

Zhao Luoyan hurriedly confessed: "Father, the child was wrong before, those thoughts about the future of the Hou Mansion were not what Qian Ning thought, but what the young girl who was in charge of the building said, she just relayed it." ”

"Oh, that's what someone else said." This is also true, the Lu family has grown up in the deep boudoir since childhood, how can he have such knowledge, if it is said by the businessman outside, it is reasonable, but this young girl sees it so thoroughly, it is necessary to make friends, "Where is the young girl in that Ninglou sacred?" I'd like to meet her and ask her for a lesson or two. ”