"Your Excellency is still discussing in the study?" I waited until sunset, but I didn't see the man. The seventh girl was strange, this person said it well yesterday, in case she picked her mouth, he would look at her. Because she didn't have to go to Dongyuan to ask for peace, in the first three months, she was cooking in her own room.

"When the slave and maid went, they heard that it was coming soon. But I don't know why, and then Hou Ye suddenly visited. Dong Teng, who went to inquire about the news, was afraid that the prince would not come, and the girl would not be happy to eat alone, so he replied only to promises.

But the seventh girl is obviously more concerned, and there is something else. "Do you know who the Hou Ye is?" In case if it is the biological father of the Duchess Xu, although he has resigned from his official position, he still has the title of the champion of the dynasty. Does she have to prepare, go to Dongyuan first, and wait until the discussion is over, so that she, as a junior, can take the initiative to meet her?

"Back to the girl's words, this slave knows that I heard that it is the one from the Jiangyin Marquis Mansion."

Lord He? The seven girls were stunned. Lord He personally visited, as usual, I am afraid it is not a trivial matter.

In the original battle for the heir, this person disobeyed his father's order and served the prince with his own strength, so as to protect the entire Jiangyin Marquis Mansion. Secretly there was a covenant with the man. Which of the two of them planned was not a major event that shocked the government and the opposition?

Listening to Cui's mother's persuasion, the seventh girl was full of thoughts about eating first, but she didn't forget to order someone to give food to a few adults in the study.

In the study room of Chunqiu Zhai, the atmosphere was as expected by the seven girls, solemn and heavy.

The person that Hou Ye said in his mouth vaguely remembers that it is quite similar to the young man who was ordered by the prince to search for the young man in the southwest border. Only that person's name is 'Chongyan', not 'gentle' as Hou Ye said. Gongsun held the feather fan in his hand and leaned over to the opposite person, "I don't know if Master Hou can find out this person, who is he trained from?" ”

He Frame walked past him and took a deep look at the man behind the bookcase.

"Back then"? That is to say, he is not completely defenseless when he is gentle?

"That man is the only protégé of Ji Zhou's sect. After Ji Zhou's death, he traveled to various countries and his whereabouts were secretive. also recently returned to Beijing, and after a chance encounter in the market, he learned that he had taken refuge in the Zhu family. ”

"Ji Zhou? That's it. No wonder they couldn't find it back then. Perhaps it was the person who went to investigate back then who scared the snake that made him vigilant and changed his name and surname. ”

Gongsun shook his head again and again, sighing that by mistake, he actually asked this person to wait for an opportunity to take refuge in Zuo Xiang. If he remembers correctly, as soon as Shizifu took power, he issued an edict to kill "Chongyan".

After Gu Yan sat down at the desk, the candle flame jumping on the desk illuminated half of his face, sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

He can't remember most of the events of his early years. However, since he personally ordered it, and He Frame made a special trip to remind him, this person couldn't stay.

Just as he was groaning, Zhongqing returned outside, and the princess sent food over. He bowed his head and allowed someone into the house.

He Frame sat at the bottom of the hall, his eyes lowered, making it impossible to see the look in his eyes.

I heard that she was happy.

The moment he learned the good news, he was stabbed in the heart like a needle. After a moment, I don't want to be confused by this matter.

Luo Fu has a husband, and if you want to worry about it again, it will be a humiliation to her.

There were only a few delicate side dishes and a pot of tea in the food box. Everyone laughed and said that although this meal was stained with the light of the world, it was exactly like this, and it was a pity that tea could only be used instead of wine.

He Frame held the tea and sent it to the tea soup of Spring and Autumn Zhai through Xishanju, which was still hot and fragrant. He took a few sips, swallowed slowly, and unconsciously, he remembered that she was still in the Tingwei Mansion at that time, and she was through the screen, overstepping, interfering without authorization, teaching his female officials, and persuading him to avoid alcohol.

The past is vivid, and in the blink of an eye, things are not people.

The abdominal organs were ironed by the tea, and as soon as he put it down, he picked up the ordinary blue and white teapot and poured another one.

Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and so does the sweetness of tea.

"Hou Ye is also good tea? Xia Guan remembered that Hou Ye was a drunkard, like a good beauty. The next person smiled and traced back to the early years, he was in Yanjing, and everyone knew the name of the romance.

He Frame crossed his legs, smiled shallowly, and shook the tip of the hair in the cup. "If you are addicted to alcohol, you can't compare to your life after all. The mouth is dry, and the guest is willing to do whatever the Lord wants. ”

Just as in the world, many things are predetermined. "The guest is as the host is pleased", and whatever is casual is more than wine.

When this kind of discussion came to an end, Gu Yan returned to the room.

I saw her sitting at the head of the bed, leisurely flipping through the notebook. He raised his eyebrows on the soft couch in front of the couch, took off his robe casually, raised his hand, and used the couch as a hanger. Turn around and go in and wash up.

She originally looked up from behind the book with a smile, and said, "You're back", but as soon as it reached her mouth, she was stunned by his backlight, as a deep coat from the hood. Only Leng Leng looked at him, put on her handmade middle coat, and disappeared behind the brocade screen.

This man...... The corners of her mouth twitched, and she stopped reading the notebook. The body shrinks down, and the butt moves out. A man lies in the middle of the bed.

That means: The lower officials are rested, but they can't sleep here, and the adults will be on your side with a few generals.

When he came out again, he had the refreshing aroma of bath pancreas. She is often angry, why is it all bath pancreas, the fragrance on his body, smelling, is always more dusty than hers.

She looked at him with humble eyes, saw that he was not in a hurry, and used the "hanger" in front of her couch as a stool, and sat down in a good time.

The notebook on her pillow was taken by him and flipped through casually. Then he reached out and placed it squarely on the bar diagonally behind him.

Seeing him like this, she hurriedly closed her eyes. I guess this man will preach later: after turning the book, don't be lazy and put it on the couch, it will crumple the pages.

Unusually, he didn't say a word about the post.

"Ah Ming, if you don't rest sooner, why are you naughty? What's going on with this soft couch? Remember, for the husband, you are not grounded. If you are bored, you can go to the yard to breathe. There is no need to send tea diligently, and then the icing on the cake is the wrong sycophant. ”

This "wrong sycophant" naturally refers to the extremely eye-catching thing under his seat.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she couldn't hold it anymore.

She's a scoundrel, and this man is even more scoundrel than he is. I want to argue, "The lower officials are sincere, and they are by no means sycophants." ”

But she remembered the scene that she will never forget.

At that time, between the beds, she couldn't stand it, sobbed, raised her soft arm, and patted him on the back. After a pause, he grabbed her waist and moved more vigorously. While sending it away, he gasped, "Don't worry, this will make your wish come true." ”

She was hit by him so much that her soul was about to fly, and she was so aggrieved that she couldn't do it, "You deliberately misunderstood the lower official!" ”

"Misunderstanding? If you sit down, there will be no misunderstanding. ”

All that was left in the room was the creaking of the couch. That night, she once again deeply understood the way of his tongue blooming lotus.

Knowing that she couldn't talk about him, where did she dare not open her eyes, on the same south wall, and bump it again. So he opened his eyes and concentrated, counting the magpie's tail feathers embroidered with a veil on his head.

I didn't hear the other meaning of his previous words.