"Your Majesty." Concubine Zhen's gentle call brought back his drifting thoughts.

"You go down first, I want to be quiet." Cui Lan has been hovering with those bloody and tearful eyes in his mind since he broke up unhappily that day, and he only feels inexplicably irritable. But he has indescribable emotions, and he only feels that the other party is trampling on his love as an emperor under his feet.

Does she not believe that she can protect their mother and son for the rest of their lives? Or is it just a simple disgust to give birth to a bond with himself, either way he can't bear it.

"Your Majesty is bothered by General Huwei?" Concubine Zhen is the biological mother of the eldest prince Cui Yuanlin, and she is also the first beauty in Jinling that year. Even now in her thirties, she is still young and beautiful like a twenty-eight girl.

The years will always be kind to the beauties, even if they are reluctant to leave traces, only the beauty of the precipitation of the years remains.

Cui Lan didn't nod or shake his head, maybe he was acquiescing.

The woman's snow-white soft spring rests on the man's broad and powerful shoulders, soothing his massage. "It's not that the concubine said that Your Majesty is wrong, it's just that General Huwei is a man after all. It is also appropriate to overreact to such things, Your Majesty should not be annoyed, and it is better to give the general more time to figure it out. "After all, anyone with a good jade face would like to be the existence of such a forbidden plaything, even if that person is the lord of the world.

"Really?" A fluttering sentence seems to be confused.

Now the weather in November is getting colder, the autumn wind is sluggish, and the leaves are ruthlessly swept away. The bead curtain was replaced with a cloth curtain, and the heat-shielding bamboo mats and bamboo mats were replaced with all the same Jiaoyang conservatories.

There was no one in the sky above General Huwei's mansion, and even his popularity was pitiful. Everything is bleak, dead trees and flowers are everywhere.

The warblers and Yanyan in the original mansion had already been sent away, even those who wanted to stay and seek refuge in the general's mansion. or the person whose heart is higher than the sky and whose life is thinner than paper, who thinks that he can win the favor of the general by virtue of his beauty, was beaten out mercilessly by agarwood.

On the contrary, Qingyu, who entered the mansion with him at that time, was honest and did not make any moths, and even the courtyard rarely stepped out. Sometimes even Agarwood can't help but wonder if this person has bigger intentions, or is he looking for a stable shelter through the General's Mansion?

If it weren't for the day before yesterday, when he stepped on the golden leaves all over the ground and went to the garden to make cakes for Ah Li's folding flowers, he met someone by chance, I am afraid he would have forgotten that there was another person in the house, named Qingyu.

Agarwood hugged the vermilion shirt she had newly made a few days ago, ignoring the cold autumn breeze outside. Standing outside the door, the pestle was like a door god, but the pair of ears were indeed inadvertently slightly red.

"General, if you soak for a long time, even this skin will be wrinkled." The sound of the water in it sounded from time to time, and now half an hour had passed. He was worried that something had happened to the people inside.

"I'll go out after a while." After He Dangli finished speaking, the whole person sank into the bathtub again.

The crow's blue ink hair floating on the surface of the water is like a blooming landscape ink painting, fluttering and quiet. In the hazy white mist, a fairy-like and demon-like face is fumigated, and the cheeks and eyebrows are all smoked with a very bright and bright color, and the painting is fashionable and shallow scorching begonia flowers.

The long and narrow black phoenix eyes are no longer as indifferent and alienated as before, but like a newborn child, full of confusion.

Tankou is slightly half-opened, as if he is muttering to himself, and seems to be asking and answering himself; "I don't like all this, and I don't like myself, so what." Although the world says that you must love yourself before loving others, she doesn't even like herself, so she can't help but feel ridiculous to talk about liking the world.

She never deserved to be liked anywhere on her own, except for this flamboyant face that bordered on demonization. Everyone in the world is the color of heavy skin, so they value whether you are as empty as a grass inside, just like the pink skeleton is the most charming mind.

Half-pursed her lips, Agarwood, who was a little uneasy, took the clothes and waited under the eaves for a long time, but she was really uneasy, so she decided to go in and take a look. The three fingers bent and knocked on the door three times.

It's just that when he pushed the door in, the carved wooden door of the pineapple wood happened to open from the inside, and they happened to be opposite each other.

"General, you're done." A look of amazement flashed in his eyes, and he didn't take it back for a long time.

"Hmm." He had just finished bathing, and the things on his body were slightly loose. The fine white undershirt was wet due to the smudge of water vapor, and it clinged to the curve. Revealing an alluring scene, and even better is that it makes people want to reach out and peek at it in one step, and the unwiped ink hair is casually scattered behind, allowing the tail to drip and fall. Small beads of water are smashed on the hazel wooden board.

"Come in, it's cold outside." He Dangli turned to the side and let people in, but he didn't say much.

"The general is going out tonight." Agarwood waited for people to get dressed, her eyebrows and eyes lowered to wipe and bake her undried hair, and couldn't help but speak.

"Go see a friend."

"The general's friend Nuke has had the privilege of meeting, whether it is a man or a woman." The mouth was full of bitterness, and even the words couldn't help but have a bit of sour vinegar.

"The slave just asked, the general, don't annoy the slave because of the slave's unintentional mistake." Agarwood also realized that she had just said the wrong thing, and quickly bit her tongue to change her mouth, and even the movements of her hands became more and more meticulous.

It's as intimate as a lover with ears and temples.

"You've seen it, and you don't need to be a slave in front of me in the future, I don't like it." He Dangli slept on the man's sturdy and crumbling thighs, his eyes half-drooping.

"Slave .... I'll change it slowly, Ah Li. The word Ah Li is like honey chewing in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue is wrapped around sweet and affectionate. It seems that even in sleep, as long as you read these two words, it is a beautiful dream for a night.

It's as if the two of them don't do anything with each other, just stay quiet. The years are quiet, quiet and long, and Agarwood can't wait to stop time forever at this moment.

It's just that time is in the United States, and there will always be a moment when it passes quietly.

On the edge of the crystal bronze mirror that is equal to the height of the person, the agarwood, which is half a head taller than it, neatly pulled a gentleman's sideburns for her. Her hands were wrapped around her green waist, which was too thin to grasp, and her unpowdered face rested her chin on her slightly thin shoulders.

The reflection in the mirror reflects the closely connected figures of the two people, inseparable but intimate; "Ah Li is just too thin, so it's better to eat more supplements."

"I think it's okay." If once she gets fat, some feminine traits are difficult to hide even if she can't hide them, then it is the worst.

"Alright." He Dangli patted his hand and motioned for him to let go of the hand that was hugging her. The eyebrows were not raised to look at the two people hugging each other in the mirror, and even tried to see a little bit of the shadow of the son from the people behind him, but except for the upturned and charming peach blossom eyes, the others couldn't make half of the similarity.

"Are you hugging me, I haven't hugged Ah Li for a long time." The man's coquettish tone and posture are very similar to what the son would do before. It seems that only by closing your eyes can you deceive yourself and silently recite the person behind you as a son, and only in this way will you feel a little better.

"Okay, then remember to let go after you hold it."

The brief hug ended, and the relationship between the two seemed to be back to square one.

"Then Ah Li will be back tonight." The agarwood that was half-kneeling and wearing the jade pendant and sachet on his waist asked out uneasily, for fear of being rejected by the woman, and fine sweat oozed from his palms.

"It depends." It's already a few words or a lot of concise words.

Since he came out of the palace that time, He Dangli has even begun to gradually develop into a few words, and even his touch and teasing can't arouse half of the interest of the person in front of him. Agarwood only felt that the whole person was at a loss, and even his attitude became more and more humble to the point of falling into the dust.

"Can the general let the slave accompany the general?" The white and slender, jade-lacquered fingers clutched the waist seal uneasily, as if this was the only way to firmly grasp that sense of security.

"No." He Dangli, who was taking a self-portrait at the crystal bronze mirror, frowned when he heard this, as if he was dissatisfied.

"You go to bed early tonight, don't stay up late, your hands should be used for more important things." What's more, she has so many clothes that she can't wear them, and the house is dedicated to raising tailors' embroiderers. She didn't need an outsider to sew clothes for her.

Even if he is the younger brother of Childe, but so what, he is not a real Childe.

"Can the slave plead with the general, even if it is late, as long as he is not drunk, it is good to come back, the slave wants to see the general." Agarwood stood up and kissed her red lips.

"Okay." The ghost sent the gods, and he should leave it, because at this moment, the appearance of agarwood is very similar to his original self.

Even though she told herself a thousand times in her heart not to be soft-hearted, sometimes she couldn't control it no matter what.

Just like the man said at the beginning, she is good at everything, but this heart is too soft.

Tonight, the lights are on, and the fire trees are frosted and carved with jade. Even in the bitter cold, it still can't prevent people from going out.

In front of Yaxiang Building, He Dangli had just gotten off the sedan chair, and was greeted by people who were already waiting on the side.

Pushing open the door of the box, there were already other people waiting inside.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he had finally mustered up the courage to step in. I don't know why I actually retreated a little at this moment.

"Ah, I'm leaving you." Liu Si, who was playing chess with Liu San, heard the sound of pushing the door and turned his head to look, and even Zhu San, who was still bowing his head and drinking stuffy wine, stopped his movements, and a pair of tiger-eyed round eyes glared slightly.

"Well, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. He Dangli tried hard not to let them see the bitterness and panic he was hiding, and raised his head to show a light smile.

"Don't forget every day that you have to go to the outskirts of the city to meet and get drunk one by one. I am not afraid of being seen by Da Sima. He sat down in the nearest place, smiling and teasing.

It seems that just like the gag at the beginning, there is wine today and drunk today, no matter how many days there are tomorrow, anyone with a discerning eye can see the difference.

Speaking of which, this is the first time they have met with each other since their accident. At this moment, her psychology is indescribably complicated, and she is even more worried that her life as a lone star will inadvertently override their fortunes, and she is even more afraid that she will harm them.

"What have you been waiting for, we've just arrived, and it would be strange if Ah Li said that." I don't know how much wine they drank when they came, and Zhu San, who was full of alcohol at the moment, pulled his throat and said loudly; "If Ah Li doesn't want to go, it's the old rule that it's good to punish three bowls of wine."

"Okay, but it's just a punishment for drinking, I'm not afraid of you." What He Dangli is most afraid of is not the punishment of alcohol, but other things. The calloused fingers caressed the rim of the bowl, but did not finish it immediately.