"Sir." Cheng Ying pinched the man's fingertips, his eyes swayed, "Mr. was born so good-looking, Mr. used to wear a purple shirt, and Mr.'s temperature was like this, warm." ”

One bite and one gentleman, weaving into a boundless dream, Gongzi Fei fell into it.

The little face wrapped around his hand under the lamplight, full of candle shadows, like a begonia flower blooming in early April, shallow crimson.

Strange, familiar, unfamiliar, and natural.

Childe's eyes flashed: "...... Guanzhong's wine is strong, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to the table today. ”

"Mr. doesn't drink well, Xiao Thirteen still remembers......" Cheng Ying raised his head, his pupil that had fallen into the distance, and his mind was dizzy.

The jade-like pupils are like the spirits of Liao Zhai's pen, the fox fairy in the phantom night of the south of the Yangtze River, and the silver man that can be seen when boating on the West Lake.

And the owner with these green eyes is looking at her deeply at the moment, and the shadow reflected in the black mercury is her hot face, which melts into the starlight.

"Sir's eyes are so pretty." Cheng Yingyu reached out to touch those eyes, her fingertips stirred her eyelashes, and she was gently pinched by Gongzi Fei.

"Don't mess around...... Grandmother is a orchid. Both of my parents still have black eyes, but when it comes to me, after a generation, the green eyes have grown back. Childe Fei lowered his head and chuckled, "Except for Hitomi...... What else? ”

Cheng Ying's heart trembled: "Seven years, I thought about Mr. for seven years, and for another seven years, I thought about Mr. Letters for seven years." From the blue-faced fangs to the handsome son, Xiao Thirteen has thought about it, but he didn't think about seeing his true face now. ”

After a pause, Cheng Ying lowered his head and smiled: "The young man of the year is already old!" ”

Gongzi Fei was stunned for a moment, and feigned anger: "Thirty and stand." Thirty is just right for a man, what an old ......"

"Sir is angry, it turns out like this." Cheng Ying answered the conversation with a smile, and Ying Ying looked at him.

Yes, his eyebrows, his smile, his anger, and his warm fingertips were all a dream that the five-year-old child had had for seven years.

What does it look like?

Everything about the sixteen-year-old boy behind the screen.

The lights in the warm pavilion are shaking, the moon shadow is hazy, the heavy gauze curtains are like fog, and you can hear the pomegranate blossoms falling in the atrium, and the heartbeat of the two of them.

"What does that look like?" Childe's smile spread.

“…… What dreams look like......"

Cheng Ying muttered, and gently leaned towards the man, this dream, a dreamlike reunion, and her first acquaintance, fourteen years of winemaking, she was very drunk.

The wine in Guanzhong is really too strong. Today, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to the table.

Gongzi Fei froze for a moment. I don't know where to put my hands and feet, but I can see that the soft person is very natural, like a coquettish child, and he leans on him as a matter of course.

Cheng Yingyan's head was already blank. Only the people around him are left, they are the boys who have grown up, and the memories of their childhood that have come alive again.

It's a little thirteen who talks a lot and a boy who grew up.

"Little Thirteen...... You? Gongzi Fei's expression was complicated, and the answer, which had been troubled for seven years, became more and more mixed up, "It's rare to listen to the drama in the palace, everyone goes to see the excitement, and no one will come over...... Neither will the East Palace. He will serve the Holy Driver, and he will not dare to leave the table halfway. ”

Cheng Yingbu didn't squeak, like a little snow-white poodle, rubbing the man's arm, she just drank some thin wine tonight, but she was so drunk.

Gongzi Fei tentatively wanted to help the woman up, but the moment he touched the woman's shoulder, his center of gravity was unstable, and the latter threw himself into his arms.

Then at that moment, Gongzi Fei felt that his life was over.

The softness in his arms, the willow waist full of orchid fragrance, the green silk like a waterfall sprinkled on his knees—

It's a woman.

"Little Thirteen...... Grow up. ”

Gongzi Fei took a deep breath and suppressed the fiery heartbeat, the child of fourteen years ago had grown up, and he seemed to have just realized it.

The seven-year predicament doesn't matter anymore, because something becomes something else at that moment.

A kind of "little thirteen" who doesn't need an answer at all, a nineteen-year-old "little thirteen" and a thirty-year-old "young man" can't withstand the blazing fire and flowers.

So Gongzi Fei wanted to help the woman's hand turn around, gently hugged her, let her head lean in his arms in a comfortable position, and then leaned back and leaned on the soft collapse.

The warm pavilion is as warm as spring, the candle flame is swaying and the shadow is hazy, the atrium is quiet at night, the pomegranate flowers in May are soaked in the moonlight, and the drum music of the piano pavilion is vague in the mirror, and it is not real to hear.

This dream, the wind and the moon are exquisite.

Cheng Yingyu estimated that he woke up at the end of the day. It was still dark outside the window, the morning star was hidden in the east, and it was estimated that the golden morning glow was already brewing.

She looked around her, the man was still asleep, leaning back softly, and she leaned against him, he put his arms around her, and the two of them rested like this for the night.

"Sir?" Cheng Ying called softly, the man's eyelashes shook, but he didn't lift them up.

Cheng Yingyu gently removed the man's hand around her waist, moved her neck, a little sore, she was still wearing the clothes she wore to the banquet, but it was just a touch of his breath, it was a faint Jiang Nangui.

"Sir? The mirror Mingqin Pavilion was silent. Cheng Ying listened attentively, I don't know when the excitement in front of me has dispersed, it is estimated that it is not early, the imperial palace is unusually quiet, I want to have fun yesterday, all the palace people have just fallen asleep.

The night was still a little cool in the early hours of the morning. Cheng Ying shuddered, looked back at the man beside him, his sleeping face was well-behaved, his swallowtail-like eyelashes were closed, and the gorgeous green pupils were missing, adding some ordinary air to the world.

The warmth of his arms was still there, and even if the crook of his arm was removed, he maintained a gentle arc around her. A purple shirt was slightly cool, as if it had fallen from the frost of the early morning, and it was stacked with her skirt.

Cheng Yingyu looked at him. This sleeping face was also the first time she had seen it, so that even if she woke up, she still had the illusion that she was still in a dream, her husband, beside her, breathing long and with a faint aroma of wine.

Such as tides. Really, within reach, the one who grew up and grew old, the young man.

Fourteen years, Zhuang Zhoumeng, woke up and didn't know what day it was.

Cheng Ying tiptoed through the corners of the two of them, took the thin jacket on the couch and covered it for the man, and finally patted his still somewhat hot face, and gently pushed open the door of the warm pavilion.

However, when she saw the scene in the night outside the door, her whole body froze.

Hundreds of soldiers with fine scales and armor, swords and swords, and cold light in their eyes, surrounded the warm pavilion, Long Xiangwei, who directly belonged to the East Palace, and the whole army was mobilized.

In the face of Wu Yangyang's elite soldiers, Su Qian was alone at the door of the warm pavilion, with a bloody dagger, a solemn expression, and a few untight scars on his body.

And surrounded by hundreds of dragon guards, it was a man in a robe, who was still in the palace robe he had attended last night, and he stood with his hands in his hands, staring at her from a distance.

The crown prince of the Western Zhou Dynasty, Zhao Xixing.