Xia Dynasty, harem - Qingsi Building.

There is a pavilion outside the building, the tip of the pavilion is a dark red jujube color, the dark green pavilion pillar surrounds a circle, the stone table, the stone chair, a guqin, plays a song of red dust as a companion, the tone is frustrated, the strong and powerful fingers dance the strings, a song is over, Chen Wensheng closes his eyes and rests on the stone table.

"Wen Sheng, what happened to be angry like this?"

Outside the courtyard, the rain was drizzling, the wind chasing the rain, and the rain catching the wind, connected together. The dark sky was crowded with dark clouds, and the bells tied to the crimson railing were jingled by the wind.

Before seeing the person who heard his voice, Chen Wensheng hooked the corners of his lips lightly, patiently waiting for the person to enter the house, looking at the bluestone path, a blue and elegant oil-paper umbrella slowly appeared in the field of vision, covering the eyebrows of the visitor.

As soon as a pair of small feet stepped into the pavilion, his body was busy moving away from the oil-paper umbrella, his shoulders were wet, he shrugged his shoulders and shrunk his back, rubbing his arms with both hands, shivering with cold. Seeing this, Chen Wensheng took off the light veil on his body and got up and walked to Xiaoling's side, draped it on her, and took her hand and sat on the stone chair beside her.

Seeing a pair of white and bony fingers put away the oil-paper umbrella, Xiao Ling complained: "I said it would rain today, you don't believe it." ”

Looking at the drizzle outside the pavilion, falling like silver threads, the willows were bent over by the wind.

"No, it's still a sunny day, how do you know that the next second it will suddenly be thick with clouds and rain." Yu Wenjue threw down the umbrella hard, the raindrops on it fell to the ground, put the umbrella aside, pulled over the stone chair and sat down directly, the chair body slid over the bottom without stopping, and the person almost lost balance and fell.

Yu Wenjue's face was blue and soaked, a little hair was pasted on his forehead, and his robe was very uncomfortable on his body, outlining charming lines.

"What kind of chair are you, and what are you laughing at, your broken umbrella is so small, your body is all wet, what are you laughing at? Still laughing! ”

Before meeting, the two of them smiled skillfully, with beautiful eyes, and a pair of eyes smiling and groaning, like a pool of clear water, turned around on Yu Wenjue's face a few times.

Zhu's lips were raised without showing his teeth, and the two said in unison, "You asked for it." "Well deserved!"

Yu Wenjue lightly tugged at the robe on his body, "Hey, don't mention this, I'm going to take a bath in a while." Now that it is the autumn equinox, the heat is getting farther away, the coolness is thicker, the breeze is blowing, seeing that both of them are shivering, Chen Wensheng urged the two to hurry up and comb it up.

"Miss, there are some eyebrows over there in Huangyao Town." Xiao Ling, who was pushed to the edge of the stairs, turned her head and raised a smile, bent down to pick up the oil-paper umbrella, "It should be a few days before we can catch the culprit." ”

Feeling the person behind her, her index finger was slightly stiff, and a faint touch crossed her back, Xiao Ling shuddered, and hurriedly opened the oil-paper umbrella as if she was afraid of itching, leaned lightly on her shoulder, and walked to the drizzle, "What's wrong?" ”

Chen Wensheng shook his head and said nothing, seeing the two of them holding the umbrella in their hands, leaning on the bluestone path that disappeared around the corner, their heads slowly lowered, and their bright eyes in the past also dimmed, leaning sideways beside the pavilion pillar. The fingers hooked the piano hard, making a screeching noise, the strings penetrated into the bones, I didn't know the pain, and I was worried in my heart, who knows.

There is nothing to do in the palace, lonely and boring, dancing swords and playing music in a daze, and occasionally maids and concubines have always come to visit and joke for a while, so as to pass the time. Recently, Xiao Ling and Yu Wenjue have been busy and have basically not been able to touch the shadow of outsiders, and even Situ Jin is avoiding her, as if she is a flood beast that can't be avoided.

Accustomed to managing the big and small events of the government, he is happy to be busy. Although Situ Jin has been given the title of imperial concubine, general, and minister, he has no real name. The management is all inconsequential, most of them come here to enjoy the blessings, but the body is uncomfortable.

A few days ago, after handing over the fold written by the pen to Situ Jin, there was no news, and he went to the imperial study in person and was stopped by the guards, so he sneaked in when no one was standing guard, and saw the king close his eyes and recuperate, and knocked on the door.

Situ Jin, who was woken up, opened his eyes irritably, "Didn't the widow say that no one is allowed to come in?" Halfway through his temper, he raised his eyes and saw that it was Chen Wensheng, his tone was reversed one hundred and eighty degrees, and he sighed helplessly, "Aifei, why are you here." ”

His voice was tired, and his deep eyes were half-stumped. How tired it is, I can fall asleep while sitting at the table and reading the folds.

"The emperor promised the minister?" Chen Wensheng put his hands in fists on his chest, leaned forward, his lowered eyes drifted to his table, on which was a large pile of white paper and black ink, and the fold on the top was beautifully written, but there was no trace of flipping.

"Huangyao Town is a long way to go." He frowned slightly, looking displeased.

Suddenly, he knelt down on his left knee, "The emperor refuses to go?" Seeing Situ Jin's back to him, he couldn't see the other party's expression, and his heart was bald.

"The minister can't bear to see the people go through the chaos, and he is terrified all day long, so he would like to ask the monarch for permission to go to Huangyao Town." Counting the surrounding towns, there have been more than 300 tragedies, how can it be done without anyone to stop it, if the king does not obey the people's will, it means that the country will perish.

Seeing no response, Chen Wensheng continued unwillingly, "Don't forget the three-year covenant with the minister, the thieves killed the people, and the minister went to the frontier to take down this person. ”

On the eve of the wedding that night, she put some ink on the rice paper, and wrote: The three-year covenant is for the minister, and the concubine is only for the name. Three years later, he won the world, if he didn't become a concubine, what would it matter. During the period of serving the country, the king needs to approve without complaint.

Now I feel that the heart and eyes at that time were awesome, otherwise I would have sat firmly in the name of this verbal general who would only talk on paper.

Situ Jin finally compromised, after all, how could the golden silk bird in the cage see her soaring posture in the air. turned around and looked down at the person kneeling on the ground, as if he saw the stubborn eyes that were rescued by him ten years ago.

"A small army of 100 people, accompany Concubine Ai, is it enough?"

"Huh? Your Majesty has agreed? Chen Wensheng looked up in surprise, saw him chuckling and nodded, and the kneeling person also smiled, and hurriedly straightened up to thank the emperor, but unexpectedly twisted his waist too hard, his smile gradually became embarrassing, and his little face wrinkled.

Situ Jin stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, and rubbed the hand on her waist: "Wen Sheng." ”

Suddenly, the two of them were so close, their faces turned red again, and they gently pushed away the person holding her, and they were puzzled: "Huh? ”

"Be careful, the widow is waiting for you to come back."

I've seen you sullen these days, and I can't bear to keep you by my side anymore, but... The widow is afraid of you... It's just that you left me ten years ago, and you won't be by my side ten years later, maybe that's enough... Suddenly, I sighed with emotion, and I was in a good mood, and I continued to sit down and read the excerpts.

The rain stopped, and the sun shone obliquely on the branches, and a ray of sunlight sprinkled down, mixed with the fragrance of the earth. As soon as the front foot stepped into the Qingsi Building, he heard his voice, "Guifei Niangniang hurry up and enter the house, Lord Xiao has been waiting for you for a long time." Hearing this, a thin figure walked slowly towards her with a smile on her face, her waist naturally slightly bent, and she was dressed in a dark blue eunuch suit.

Shino-sama? Xiao Ling is looking for her something. She bowed her head slightly, and her steps quickened, "Well, Bengong knows." Pushing the door into the house with both hands, the two chatted hotly, and when they saw its movement, they turned their heads to look at her.

"Your Majesty has allowed you to go to Huangyao Town?" Yu Wenjue asked.

I remember that every time I pushed the door in the past few days, I saw her lighting the oil lamp, sitting at the table, and carrying a pen and ink. Surrounded by a pile of black-speckled rice paper balls, littered everywhere, each time it was packed up for a few hours.

At first, I was curious and asked her what she was doing, but the other party answered perfunctorily and hastily and didn't ask anymore. After listening to Xiao Ling's words, I realized that the emperor might not agree to her leaving the palace. I asked them to go to the frontier to investigate, but this matter was really brain-burning, and I couldn't complain that the judge at the other end couldn't handle the murderer.

What is brain-burning, the perpetrator is not alone, but the cooperation is seamless, and the work is done cautiously, large-scale massacres occur at the same time, and it is impossible for one person to do it.

Picking young and beautiful people to start, and the young and old are safe and sound, what does this mean? It shows that the murderer is likely to be a leather painter, not as simple as an ordinary bandit killing people. When it comes to people who are sorcerers, it's a headache. If you are not careful, you will have to worry about your life.

Chen Wensheng nodded yes, "I'll leave here tomorrow." How about a drink today? He took the heavy gourd from his waist and threw it at them. He walked to the side and bent down to open the key lock attached to the wooden cabinet, and there was a dark red wine jar inside.

Seeing this, Xiao Ling's eyes widened, and she looked at the cabinet and then at Chen Wensheng in horror. opened the gourd he was holding in his hand, and a pungent nose rushed straight to his nose, choking on tears, and he looked like a ghost: "?!" You're crazy drunk! ”

Unexpectedly, this person hoarded a cabinet of drinks without saying a word, and it is easy to say that there are more than a dozen jars. As soon as she opened the cabinet, the whole room was full of wine, and Xiao Ling couldn't say anything with tears in her eyes.

There is a female general in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and the amount of wine is excellent, and it can be called a thousand cups without pouring Chen Wensheng, on the contrary. Xiaoling, the lord of Jinyi, can be said to pour on the wine, and is quite disgusted with the wine this time, since the time Emperor Xuanyuan gave the wine, he was drunk and unconscious, and his image was greatly damaged, and he never touched the wine again.

Yuwen Jue praised it, "This is good wine, don't you drink it?" "I haven't drunk for months after counting the time, and this seductive fragrance wafts in the air, and I really want to get drunk here, ignore the trivial things of the world, and debauchery.

"It's boring to drink empty, come on, come on, I have dice here, bet big and small? The loser is asked a question, and if he does not answer, he can choose to drink. Yu Wenjue took out an indigo cylinder from his sleeve and shook out two square stone dice.

Chen Wensheng picked a jar of peach blossom wine that had been brewed for a long time, which was stronger and sweeter.

In the end, under Xiaoling's great resistance, she was still drunk, and the first one lay on the table without squeaking, muttering to herself, not knowing what to say.

Chen Wensheng, who was conscious, took one sip of wine after another, and the original sweetness gradually became a little spicy and difficult to enter his throat. No matter what the other party asked, she chose to drink, and gradually the two stopped talking, and drank sullen wine, cup after glass, altar after altar.

Until the sunset gradually disappeared, a bright moon quietly climbed into the night sky, and a few stars around emitted a faint light.

Holding a white jade cup in his hand, he looked at the distant middle moon, and suddenly realized that he was drunk. "Wen Sheng, I may not understand my feelings for you all along."

Why can't you tell the difference between feelings? Yu Wenjue is famous for her love and hate. Turning his head to look at the man, he realized that he was talking drunk, and he didn't take it seriously.

"Heh, what other feelings do you have for me, brotherhood." Chen Wensheng turned the cup in his hand and looked up again. Rubbing the residual liquid from the corners of his lips with his hands, he got up and picked up cotton wool from the bed and covered the two of them, the weather was getting colder, and after drinking so much cold wine, his body became more and more cold, wrapped himself in a mink fur, and simply cleaned up and went out of the door.

Thoughts flew wildly, and the melodious sound of the piano pierced the silent starry sky, only to feel that this round of bright moon was getting brighter and brighter, and the starlight was becoming more and more ethereal.

I can't remember the past of falling into the water, but I like to call the benefactor who saved her the prince's brother, and his appearance has been forgotten and blurred. Only raised his eyes in the dream, and the shadow was enough for someone with his back to him, and his voice was cold, not light or heavy, and he hit the heart: drinking and mistaking things.

His lips replied uncontrollably: If you are not drunk, why do you make a mistake. I obviously felt that the other party's body froze a little: drinking hurt my body. The tone is quite spoiled and helpless.

Hurt the body but not sad. The voice rose suddenly, and every time the person was about to turn around, the dream would always be awake. I used to think that I was thinking about it day and night, and I didn't exist and didn't care, but I had the same dream repeatedly, which made people think deeply. Until now, after meeting Situ Jin, this similar dream has become more and more frequent.

Could it be that this matter really has something to do with him?

The sound of the strings cracking woke up the drunken man, and he lowered his eyes to see the blood beads leaching out of his fingers and dripping onto the piano. A good guqin was broken by her, and she hurt herself.

With your index finger in your mouth, your eyes rolling, drinking and making a mistake? Drinking hurts? Such caring words came out of the mouth of a prince, if it was really related to Situ Jin, could it be that this person had ill intentions towards her since she was a child?

Thinking about it again, she felt that this matter was not as she thought, and Qian Yuchen, who was opposite to her day and night, was still lukewarm to her. This prince himself is not impressed, fell in love at first sight? She didn't believe it herself.

Pick up the body with one hand and walk back to the next room. "It's easy to be amorous when you really drink." After treating the wound, he sat sideways in front of the makeup bride, looked at the person in the bronze mirror, and raised his eyebrows slightly red.

"Those two people are really, the amount of alcohol is really bad." Chen Wensheng sighed and lit the candlelight. I wanted to find a companion, but I didn't drink, and I was basically dizzy as soon as I got down.

Find an opportunity to train them, otherwise the good night will be short, and there will be no wine.

At the other end of the courtyard, the two were drunk, and Yu Wenjue simply collapsed on the ground and set aside the big characters, uninhibited. The cotton wool covering his body had long been tossed aside, and he was awakened by the cold, his head was still dizzy, and he saw that there was still a person sitting on the chair. Without saying a word, he subconsciously picked up the man and walked to the bed, hugging Xiaoling until dawn.