The crown prince of Wei had a dream that ended in a long time ago that he was beheaded by his brother King Wu in Kunmingchi, and his subordinates were wiped out by King Wu's army.

It was just a bloody dream, but in the dream, his concubine Lin Qingmei hugged him and cried, which made him feel a little guilty and pity.

He had always hated her.

When he opened his eyes, the silence around him was terrible, and before the dawn of the day, the personal eunuch Quan An pushed open the heavy carved door and walked in, holding the court clothes and standing outside the tent: "Your Highness, it's time to go to court." ”

Zhao Ling lifted the tent and got up, and Quan An said while changing his clothes: "On the eighth day of the first month today, His Royal Highness Lin Shangshu's laurel banquet is going to go?" ”

On the eighth day of the first month, the laurel feast? Zhao Ling's warm face suddenly became gloomy, and he remembered his dream. This dream is not simple, it is clearly organized, the layers are progressive, and his short life is vividly interpreted. He felt that it was not a dream, that he should have really died, but now, he had come back from the dead.

In his dream, at the laurel banquet on this day, he was able to meet Lin Qingmei, the seventh girl. Since then, she has become the most annoying stain in his life.

He said meaningfully: "Of course you have to go, you still have to see Miss Lin Si, don't you?" ”

Lin Yulan, the fourth girl, is his wife in his previous life! Kunming Chi was killed, but he had nothing to do with the crown princess.

Quan An understood: "Miss Lin Si hasn't seen His Royal Highness for a long time, this time she should be a good student to speak." ”

Zhao Ling smiled meaningfully, finished changing clothes, and left the hall with his sleeves.

The laurel banquet of Shangshu Mansion is arranged in the evening, and at the beginning of the first lunar month, the light moonlight is paved in the Guiyuan, and the slightest sweetness is in the heart. The feast of Shangshu Mansion is placed in the Guiyuan, the wind of early autumn blows, and the osmanthus rain falls on the table, and the osmanthus drinks wine with no taste.

Zhao Ling wandered in Guiyuan for a while, spared the Weeping Flower Gate and walked north. I don't know how long it took to go around, under the vermilion lacquer corridor, he and Lin Yulan met unexpectedly.

"Oops!" Lin Yulan raised her sleeves shyly to cover her face, pretending to escape, Zhao Ling sneered in her heart: This cozy appearance is exactly the same as in her previous life!

He stopped her: "Why are the four girls here?" ”

The red lantern was reflected on her face, adding to the red: "I sent a jar of osmanthus wine to Guiyuan, but I didn't expect to meet His Highness by chance." ”

She flashed, revealing the maid holding the wine jar behind her, but she wondered in her heart: In the past, the prince would call her "Magnolia" tenderly and sweetly, why is it called so raw today?

Zhao Ling said: "This is not the road to Guiyuan, the four girls have lived in the mansion for so long, and they are not familiar with Lonely?" ”

Rao is Lin Yulan no matter how dull she is, she can hear the alienation and coldness in Zhao Ling's tone, and it is impossible for him not to understand the little careful thinking of his daughter's family to see his lover.

She smiled awkwardly and said softly, "Yes, I came around here unconsciously." I hope you will forgive me for disturbing Your Highness. ”

She turned around to say goodbye, but Zhao Ling saw a silk handkerchief on the ground where she stayed, and he was overjoyed in his heart in his previous life, and put this handkerchief in his sleeve. Now he is no longer the unsuspecting person he was before, and he instructed Quan An: "Take this handkerchief and show it to Imperial Doctor Ge." ”

Seeing that he was still heading north, Quan An reminded, "Your Highness, it's time to start the banquet." ”

"Hmm." He answered, temporarily suppressing his desire to see Lin Qingmei.

In the Gui Garden, Shangshu Mansion has a unique mind to wrap red silk on the laurel tree, and hang a small lantern on it, the lights are brilliant, and the lampstand during the banquet is up and down. When Zhao Ling arrived, everyone had already begun to enforce the wine order, he looked at the wine bottle in front of him, and remembered that at the laurel banquet in his previous life, he had only drunk a large amount of glasses before he became dizzy, and then broke into Lin Qingmei's boudoir.

He looked at the clear liquor in the glass, snorted, and spilled it on the ground.

After the banquet began, Lin Yulan only drank a few glasses and left the table under the pretext of finding Zhao Ling's case.

"Your Highness." She saw that Zhao Ling's wine glass was empty, and held the wine jug to pour wine for him, Zhao Ling looked at it coldly, and covered the wine glass the moment she poured the wine jug.

"Lonely drank too much."

Lin Yulan was a little annoyed in her heart: If she didn't say it sooner or later, she refused only the moment she poured the wine, which was obviously playing tricks on her!

However, she didn't show it on her face, and smiled softly: "Your Highness, do you want to go and rest for a while?" ”

"Not necessarily."

Lin Yulan's expression choked: Today's prince is too abnormal, and he is not as gentle and amiable as before. Could it be that he knew about her and her mother's plans?

Zhao Ling got up and said, "Go and sober up alone." ”

Lin Yulan didn't dare to stop him, he walked to the inner courtyard unhurriedly, the sweet fragrance of osmanthus filled the house, he sniffed carefully, trying to find out the dark fragrance of his previous life.

In his previous life, after he was drunk, a strange dark fragrance guided him to Lin Qingmei's boudoir, which made him hot and unbearable. But now he has smelled it for a long time, and there is no dark fragrance.

Without the guidance of Dark Fragrance, he didn't know how to go to Lin Qingmei's boudoir.