Qin Ci pressed the handle of the fan, looked at Han Yuan, and asked with some hesitation, "So the marriage between you and the Hua family ......?"

"The flower family has money." Han Yuan did not deny it, and even spoke frankly and directly, "At least let the soldiers at the border pass have a good New Year." ”

She knew before she came that it was almost impossible to pull out the silver taels from the emperor.

The river is a granary, but there is a famine because of the flood, and in the place where the Son of Heaven cannot see, there are frozen bones, and now the grain is expensive and the silver is cheap, and the price of salt is coaxed by profiteers to soar.

Money, even less valuable.

Knowing what Han Yuan meant, Qianwan raised her eyebrows, "Stay up for a few more months." ”

Once the flooding in the river is removed, some people will inevitably show their feet.

Han Yuan smiled, "Didn't you survive like this for two or three years, if you don't have food, you will grow it yourself, I, Han Jiajun, there is no starvation seed, only iron bones that died in battle." ”

Qin Ci flicked his hands in admiration.

"Forget it, the more I think about these things, the worse it becomes," Han Yuan snorted irritably, and started to dismantle a jar of wine, "It's a rare gathering, I invited today's wine." ”

Qianwan glanced at her, "Do you have enough money?" ”

"Please have enough wine for a year, and you are not allowed to say that Lao Tzu is poor." Han Yuan scolded with a smile, raised his head and made a bowl first, and looked at Qianwan proudly, "Old Qi, come!" ”

Qianwan chuckled and lifted a jar to touch her bowl directly.

Han Yuan sighed and changed the altar wine, "Okay!" ”

Qin Ci shook his fan, thanked the two of them for the state of the cow drink, looked at the two lines of sight swept over, and hurriedly stepped back, "I have to go to the Hanlin Academy in a while, I can only have a drink." ”

Han Yuan snorted, "Literati, come on, let you go." ”

……

The night is slightly drooping, and the soothing division.

Two drunken men walked shoulder to shoulder on the road.

"What did you say the flower robe liked about you...... Yes? ”

Han Yuan's wheat-colored skin was stained, he opened his eyes and looked at Qianwan closely, "You said you, Lao Qi, aren't you the same as me except for white spots?" I have what you have......"

She was stunned, and quickly waved her hand again, "I can't say it, I can't say it......"

Qianwan raised her eyebrows, her handsome face was a little confused, and she said coldly, "You ask the flower butterfly?" ”

"Who is the flower butterfly...... Oh, my future daughter-in-law, ...... The name is quite vivid. Han Yuan couldn't hold back his laughter, patted Qianwan's shoulder, and left a sentence, "It's okay, one day he will be planted in the hands of Lao Tzu." ”

Qianwan reacted a little slower and nodded.

"You're home...... Lao Qi. Han Yuan pointed to the plaque of the Zhenfu Division and pushed Qianwan into the threshold, "Ah, it's dark, I'm going back too." ”

"Hmm."

"Available...... Go to Guansai to find me Han Yuan, let's have another drink! ”

“…… Well. ”

Qianwan slowly waved her hand twice, slid down the door and fell to the ground, yawning slightly, and swallowing a mouthful of wine with half-squinted eyes.

"Your Excellency?" Fang Ling and Luo Gan walked over, and when they saw Qianwan lying by the door, they hurriedly stepped forward to help the person up.

Bang.

Qianwan's robe was scratched by sawdust and a hole was broken.

"My lord, aren't you resting today?" Fang Ling asked strangely.

The main reason is that Qi Qianwan is not like Han Yuan's face, and he is drunk except for his slow reaction for two beats, just like usual.

Qianwan shook her head, "Go to the palace." ”

Is there a heterogeneity on the top? In the past, such sudden dispatches were common.

Fang Ling and Luo Gan glanced at each other without suspicion, didn't ask much, and said with a smile, "My lord, we are on duty, and we just happened to enter the palace with my lord." ”

……

"Father-in-law, drink tea."

Wang Jin sat on the main seat, his braids spread out, and he glanced at him with his eyes slitted, and his tone was extremely scathing, "Yo, what kind of tea is this?" ”

Wei Yan knelt down calmly, raised the teacup above his head, and slowed down his speech, "The slave serves his father-in-law to drink tea." ”

Wang Jinyi laughed, opened the tea lid and tasted it, and splashed it on him with a disgusted face, "Phew, you are going to burn my father-in-law and me!" ”

Wei Yanfu lowered his body, and the tea on his face dripped down his cheeks, wetting his clothes.

He lowered his eyes, "The slave will re-brew it for the father-in-law." ”