In the blink of an eye, it was Jingrong's birthday, and the day before the feast, the house was full of lanterns, each of which was written by Yinghu himself on the birthday joy. Even Su Qinghui has been living in the courtyard for a few days, and he can feel the joy in the house.

She sat on the tree and looked at the red, her heart was mixed, if she didn't know, she really thought that this Huai Wangfu was going to welcome her.

"Crisp"

As soon as Su Qinghui heard this, he slipped down from the tree and sat honestly in the chair. Pretend to rest.

"Okay, don't pretend, get up and drink the medicine"

"I didn't"

Yuan Dai put down the bowl and glanced at Su Qinghui: "I went up the tree again"

"Nope"

Yuan Dai patted the dust on Su Qinghui's shoulder and said helplessly: "I scratched my hand last time I went up to the tree, and I don't have a long memory, you see, the wound is starting to bleed again, stretch it out, I'll change the dressing for you again." ”

Su Qinghui retracted his hand and said, "No need, I'll just make it myself, well, I've finished drinking the medicine." ”

"It's because you don't care about yourself, just bag it, this injury has only been healed for three days."

Su Qinghui shook Yuan Dai's sleeve and said coquettishly; "Sister Yuandai, I'm hungry, let's eat first, okay."

Yuan Dai reluctantly agreed: "Okay"

After Yuan Dai left, Su Qinghui tore off the cloth on his hand and frowned. The wound showed no tendency to heal at all, and there were black marks around it, and the dark red blood seeped into the lines of his hands, making it look more and more terrifying.

After dealing with the carrion around her and re-dressing it, she already had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

In the afternoon of the second day, the Huaiwang Mansion was never more lively, and there was an endless stream of guests. Su Qinghui sat on the edge of the attic, looking at the congratulatory crowd and the girls showing off their flowers, as if he was watching an unfamiliar drama.

A tentative voice sounded behind him: "Crisp, crisp girl"

Su Qinghui turned her head to look at the comer, and after a few seconds, she turned over and stepped down from the stage, and saluted: "Second Prince Jiang"

"The girl remembers me"

Su Qinghui smiled: "Jiang Ergongzi did a beautiful job in that battle, who doesn't know Gongzi"

Jiang Ting actually scratched his head and reddened the tips of his ears.

Su Qinghui said: "By the way, the banquet is being held below, how did the second son of Jiang come up to this attic." ”

"I, I passed by, I saw the girl, and I wanted to come and tell the girl that the building was dangerous, and it was better to be careful, so as not to be hurt."

"It's okay" Su Qinghui sat back in that position and said: "I'm used to it, this, the scenery is the best"

When the words fell, a figure stood beside him, and Su Qinghui looked at Jiang Ting and said with a smile: "Why, Second Prince Jiang doesn't want to see if I am lying."

"No, no, I'm just afraid that you'll fall, so it's safe to stand here"

Su Qinghui was stunned, the people around him kept an arm's length apart, standing upright and straight, and not squinting.

Su Qinghui lowered her eyes and the corners of her mouth curved slightly, if she didn't know Jiang Tingjing's statement on the battlefield, she really thought that the person next to her was just a child who didn't understand the world and followed the rules.

Thinking of this, Su Qinghui said: "Second Prince Jiang should go down, it's always bad to stay here for a long time." ”

"I, I" Jiang Tingjing said in a tone of surprise: "Miss Su'er, why are you still drinking?"

Su Qinghui took the wine in his hand, and said in his heart, thinking that this second son of Jiang saw a woman on weekdays, which one was not quiet and gentle, and he was surprised to see her act like this.

Thinking of this, Su Qinghui silently got off the side stage and put down the wine in his hand.

But Jiang Tingjing was even more annoyed when he heard it, and said: "You sit so high, if you get drunk, wouldn't it be more dangerous, why don't you take care of yourself so much." ”

Su Qinghui scratched his head a little embarrassed: "That" was just saying, when he saw the wine jar shaking and wanted to plant it down. She took a breath, if this jar was smashed down today, then she would really become famous.

Without allowing much thought, Su Qinghui leaned over and rushed towards the wine jar, and his body turned diagonally to the edge.

A sudden force on his waist pulled her back. Su Qinghui hugged the wine jar and crashed into a wide embrace.

Seeing that Su Qinghui was safe, Jiang Ting withdrew his hand and stammered: "Crisp, crispy girl, I'm offended."

Su Qinghui looked at Jiang Ting's flushed face, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"No, the situation is urgent, the second son saved Shu'er again, Shu'er is grateful, no, it's okay"

Jiang Ting actually breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised his head, and suddenly his eyes must have said softly: "Your Highness? ”

Su Qinghui turned around and lowered his eyes to see Jing Rong standing under the attic, looking at them expressionlessly.

Somehow, Su Qinghui was inexplicably a little weak-hearted, and squatted down after a while.

"What's wrong with Miss Crisp?"

Su Qinghui said vaguely: "It's okay, I was just frightened, and now my legs are a little weak, I'll take it slowly, is Your Highness gone?" ”

"Yes"

Su Qinghui sighed and sat on the ground, that's good. Jiang Ting actually glanced at her, leaned over and said seriously: "Girl, let's get up, it's not good for people to see it like this." ”

"It's not just the second son of Jiang, I saw it anyway."

"No, Your Highness will come up soon."

Su Qinghui shook, and a familiar voice came from his ears: "Jiang Tingjing"

Jiang Tingyuan took a few steps forward and said suspiciously: "Tingjing, what are you doing here" The words fell and saw Su Qinghui on the side, and raised his eyebrows: "It turned out that Miss Su'er was here"

Su Qinghui frowned, why did this sound so strange. She got up and said, "Your Highness, Gongzi Jiang"

"Crispy girl, don't be polite"

From beginning to end, Jing Rong stood a few steps away and watched coldly, and shouted Jiang Tingjing's name from above.

Jiang Tingyuan exerted his good eyesight as always, stepped forward, pulled Jiang Tingjing's arm and walked down: "Your Highness, the minister will take Tingjing down first."

Su Qinghui coughed lightly: "If Your Highness is fine, Su'er will also retreat."

"Stop"

Su Qinghui turned around: "What are you doing?"

"Wine Down"

Su Qinghui somehow suddenly surged with a brute spirit: "Don't let go"

Jing Rong frowned and took a step forward: "I said it, you are not allowed to step out of the inner courtyard today."

Su Qinghui was about to speak, when he saw a corner of his clothes flashing, and he sneered in his heart, these mice. It's really everywhere. She put the wine on the table and said idly: "Okay, go back, go back, no order, is Your Highness satisfied?" Ah, there is one sentence missing" said she raised: "Su'er wishes His Royal Highness Danjiao to be healthy, and his heart is good, from now on, he will be blessed for thousands of miles, his children and grandchildren will be full, and he will be at home."

"Shut up"

Yuan Dai was cleaning up the yard, when she saw Su Qinghui stepping into the door with a dejected face, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "My kung fu, why did you slip out again?"

"It's stuffy in the house, it's breathable"

Yuan Dai saw Su Qinghui's face, and asked cautiously: "What's wrong with you, you don't look very good."

"The heart is depressed, and it cannot be discharged"

Yuan Dai smiled: "Okay, just this time today, let's say, what do you want to drink, is it Jiujiu Spring Wine, Baitan Self-Dew or Wind Song." ”

Su Qinghui waved his hand very gloomy: "Then let's have an altar for each."

Yuan Dai poked Su Qinghui's head and said fiercely: "Think beautifully"

Jing Yu sat on the upper seat, looking at the person below, still dressed in a black robe, with an indifferent face, and a group of independent people. Jing Yu retracted his gaze, sang and danced lightly on the stage, and smiled and laughed offstage. Only his younger brother is obviously the protagonist of this banquet, but he is born like an outsider who does not fit in.

After the song was finished, the woman in the center of the stage took off her veil and bowed down and said: "The bright moon wishes His Highness a happy birthday and a long happy life" The words fell, and the fireworks in the air behind Yinghu were all released, and the streamers spread out in the sky.

The lotus lanterns on both sides lit up one step with the bright moon. Walking to the front of the hall, there is a sea of lotus flowers behind him.

Jing Yu clapped his hands and turned to Jing Rong and said, "For your birthday, Mingyue really put a lot of thought into it. ”

Jing Rong glanced at Mingyue and said lightly: "Yes, I've worked hard for her."

Mingyue said softly: "As long as His Highness can be satisfied, Mingyue, Mingyue will be worth it"

Jing Yu smiled and said, "You did a good job today, tell me, what reward do you want to ask for." ”

"Mingyue doesn't ask for anything else, just wants to be by His Royal Highness's side."

Jing Yu Mo Mo wine glass, looked at Jing Rong for a long time, and saw that the figure finally moved, the corner of Jing Yu's mouth raised a smile: "Why, you have something to say"

"Holy Lord, Mingyue has been in my house for a long time, and she has taken good care of her brother, and when her brother recovers, she will definitely give her an answer."

The expressions of the people at the table were different, and Jing Yu drank the wine in the cup: "Okay, since the two are happy, I don't say much, when the ceremony is held, I will personally preside over it for you."

Mingyue knelt on the ground and said with great joy: "Mingyue bows to the saint." ”

Everyone dispersed, and the usual tranquility returned to the house, and Jing Rong sent his attendants to walk down the path alone. Raising his eyes in a trance, he actually walked outside the courtyard.

Pushing open the door, an empty rocking chair in the courtyard swayed in the wind. A room with a few candles in the room.

The door creaked, poked out his head, and when he saw someone coming, Su Qinghui's eyes suddenly seemed to be a light, and he was soft and full of smiles.

Jing Rong stood in the courtyard, and suddenly felt that the vacant place in his heart was filled.

The figure rushed over and hugged him, and his voice was soft: "You're back."

"Yes"

"I have a birthday present for you."

"What"

Su Qinghui took Jing Rong's hand and walked deep and shallow: "You will know when you come." ”

Under the tree, Su Qinghui swayed and stood on the stone bench, stretched out his hand to hold Jing Rong's face, closed his eyes and kissed him lightly.

"Okay, I'll give myself to you, and now you're responsible."

Jing Rong held her waist, smoothed the messy hair on her forehead, and felt helpless, I don't know how much I drank, drunk like this, but it was good to be drunk, and he remembered these things enough.