The Jialing River is cold.

The river boat is cold, and the red porcelain-colored charcoal basin with incense is burned in the front cabin.

The windows were two-tiered on all four sides, and the thick dark blue cotton curtains hung down to the floor, swaying almost imperceptibly.

There is also an iron and wood high next to the curtain of the carved wooden cabin door, and a white curved porcelain vase is placed on several cases.

Three or four bright yellow Lingnan plums bloomed in the bottle.

This river boat was arranged by Wang Shiqiang, and he knew that there were two large cabins in the front cabin, which were the boudoir where she lived.

In the inner cabin, there is a scattered pattern of Shu brocade carpet, and the big bed is a flower and bird screen bed made of pineapple wood.

The flowers and birds on the screen are exquisite paintings of the four seasons in the Northern Song Dynasty Palace.

The dressing table facing the window in the south and the four boxes and two cabinets in the west are all the same pineapple inlaid flower and bird paintings.

He knew that she was used to glass lamps in Tangfang, so he put pairs of golden gourd glazed lampshades on the high lamp shelves at the bedside.

A while ago, he finished arranging the inner cabin for her, only to suddenly discover:

This was originally the boudoir he planned to lay for her after buying a house in the capital many years ago.

If you don't meet Lou Luanpei in Putuo Temple later......

He would take Ji Qingchen from Tangfang to the house, and think about how to arrange the new house and the marriage with her......

If there is no Lou Yun.

There were no words that the Fuso monk had said to him.

The front cabin was warmed by charcoal fire, but Ji Qingchen was stared at by him in a cold sweat.

Wang Shiqiang's expression was very strange, with some sarcasm and ridicule.

Ji Qingchen reflected on himself, whether she was testing him in Jiangxi one after another. So he found out?

This should be a mutual knowing, right?

As for this complexion?

"I heard that you also went to lobby high-ranking officials in Sichuan other than the surname Wu?"

She tried to divert her attention with conversation, but Wang Shiqiang also replied calmly, saying:

"They're all locals. The current position is to sit on the sidelines, and it will not help us. The people I have tried include An Bing, the governor of the Da'an Army, Sun Zhongrui, the commander of the Fengzhou Army, and Zhang Jia, the governor of Xingyuan Prefecture, ......"

Because they were talking about fatal secrets, none of these names could be heard, so she did not keep anyone on the ship.

Only Ji Mo was on the edge of the disembarking boat.

"Prime Minister Han is in the political hall, and he still refuses to believe that the Wu family is going to rebel? I heard that he also talked to the queen. Want to directly seal the Wu family as the king of Shu? ”

"That's ......"

Wang Shiqiang stared at her and spoke slowly.

She suddenly realized that Wang Shiqiang hadn't looked at her with this kind of eye for several years.

She and Chen Wenchang became engaged. He hadn't stared at her like that.

She thought he should be dead.

He didn't expect to marry her as a concubine in the future.

The cabin was quiet like a cemetery, and she felt that something was wrong with it in the past few days.

She put down the hot tea to warm her hands and stood up.

"Lord Wang, be careful. Go back soon......"

Almost at the same time. Wang Shiqiang got up, and he walked from the charcoal basin to the side behind her.

It's only one step away.

She frowned at him.

Wang Shiqiang was half a head taller than her, and her gaze collided with his gaze when she turned her head up.

He saw her delicate face in the snow-white hairy collar, as if it was still the same as when she was young.

"Young Lady ......"

He called to her softly.

Surprised, before she could react with a heavy face, he stretched out his arms and hugged her from behind.

His hands clenched together in front of her lower abdomen, and she pressed backwards into his arms. If it weren't for the thick clothes everyone wore in winter, this posture would be enough to arouse feelings.

Her face was pressed against his chest. His dark eyes could be seen just in time when he looked up.

He lowered his head, as if trying to find her lips.

She tilted her head and dodged away.

He didn't chase after him, he just hugged him tighter.

“…… Lord Wang knows what he is doing? ”

She took a deep breath and didn't struggle for a moment, but asked as calmly as she could.

“……”

Wang Shiqiang buried his face in her shoulders and neck, and did not make a sound, but she felt his breath move to the side of her hair bun.

He kissed her ear on the sideburns, once, twice, three times.

"Lord Wang is an official of the Jin people, what do you want to do in the future, and the etiquette of the Great Song Dynasty can not be paid attention to at all?"

Wang Shiqiang let out a low laugh in an instant.

Ji Qingchen judged that he should not have secretly surrendered to the Jin people, so here he is the meaning of the beast-desire.

She broke away from his arm, resisted the urge to slap him twice, grabbed the tea cup on the table next to the chair, and spilled the half-hot tea in his face.

She lowered her voice and gritted her teeth:

"What are you crazy about?"

He has lived enough and doesn't want to have the life to go back to the capital, but she hasn't yet!

Lou Yun was still waiting to pick her up.

Wang Shiqiang stared at her, his palm slowly wiped the tea on his face, and seemed to have calmed down.

He stepped back and sat back in his chair.

After a long silence, she didn't wait for his explanation.

She frowned and turned around, intending to leave the cabin.

"I will discuss with Xiu Wangsun, and ask his cronies to discuss the secret matter with Lord Wang, so it shouldn't be a mistake."

It's a pity that she originally wanted to use her credit to summon Huang Qilang to come here to open a tea road.

Wang Shiqiang's voice sounded behind him.

“…… When you came to Sichuan this time, Lou Yun didn't say anything to you? ”

"What do you think he should tell me?"

Ji Qingchen turned his head to look at him.

She vaguely guessed that Wang Shiqiang was suddenly so rude, of course, it was related to Lou Yun.

"He was originally a slave in the southwest, you know?"

"Yes. What's wrong? ”

Wang Shiqiang heard her promise simply, and actually laughed, and said: "Okay, I want to say that there is also a lewd sacrifice like Zhuma Temple in Southwest Yili, do you know?" ”

“…… I've heard of it. ”

She was a little impatient, and a little inexplicably anxious, Wang Shiqiang couldn't mention these old things for no reason, she was already restless when she was in danger for a while,

"Those lewd sacrifices are things done by barbarians, Lou Yun is not a barbarian."

Lou Yun came out of Nanxiyi at the age of fourteen, and she was not interested in thinking about what happened when he was a minor.

Lou Yun didn't care about her and Wang Shiqiang's free love.

"You can see a barbarian."

In Wang Shiqiang's sneer, she also sneered and said:

"How much better do you think you can be than the barbarians?"

Wang Shiqiang's face sank, and she didn't wait for him to say more, and then said:

"If you have any grudges with Lou Yun in the court, you go and fight with him. Because I'm his wife, you're flirting with me at this juncture to get angry? You're embarrassed to say that others are barbarians! ”

“……”

If it was according to Wang Shiqiang's previous temperament, he would have been angry at this time and fought with her.

Unexpectedly, when he heard her words at this time, he was stunned.

"...... am I mad at you?"

He kept a stunned look on his face, watching her muttering to himself.

She looked back at him with a sneer.

"What, Lord Wang wants to tell me, you are an unforgettable old love, and you can't help it?"

Fool it! (To be continued......)