The wind is hoarse and urgent, the clouds and tides are greedy for a trace of coolness, and on the bluestone road, there are several horse-drawn carriages running and the sound of horses' hooves alternating, and the suburbs of the city in the middle of the night appear quiet.

"Exquisite dice An red beans, I don't know if I am lovesick to the bones."

The horse drove and walked through the sparse willows, Meng Jinghuai lifted the curtain and opened a gap for the wind to breathe, and the unabashedness of the wind in the night on the outskirts of the city carried the dust particles of the north, ringing the golden bell hanging on the carriage.

His face was cold, and his voice was hoarse.

Shen Zhihe sat on the side of the carriage, passing by the wind, making a faint shudder, and then exhaled slowly, glancing at him: "Are you reading Wen Tingyun's poems?" ”

Agarwood condensation, astringent wind piercing the clouds, leaving the love hanging upside down half of the sky, a dark cloud-like heart.

"Hehuan peach pit is hateful in the end, no one else in Xu Yuan?" Meng Jinghuai lowered the car curtain and pursed his dry lips, even if the summer heat melted, he couldn't reduce the heat in his heart, "What kind of poems did this literati write?" It didn't end well. ”

"If you don't like it, why should you read it."

Dai's eyebrows are delicate, Shen Zhihe's eyes are shining, and the metacarpal bones are half stacked in front of the abdomen, not moving.

Meng Jinghuai lowered his eyes, stared at the empty wrist, twisted slightly, his eyes were deep, and he was sarcastic: "I don't like it, but I'm afraid that some people will love these literati." ”

Shen Zhihe tilted his head and pressed his eyelashes in a deep voice: "What do you want to say?" ”

The carriage drove past the city gate guard, but the coachman tightened the reins suddenly, and the neighing of the horses broke the night sky, Meng Jinghuai's face sank, and he lifted the curtain, which turned out to be his lieutenant general:

"Major General, the last general has something to report."

The deputy general dismounted and knelt on the ground, his armor glowing with cold light in the night, Shen Zhihe turned his head and covered his lips.

Meng Jinghuai frowned slightly, and swept around quietly: "What's the matter?" ”

"Major General, do you remember the enemy vanguard who was attacked by Yunxi City, the city guards fought desperately, and captured alive? His subordinates pressed him to Huai'an and locked him in the army prison......"

The lieutenant general swallowed for a while, and his face froze.

"I remember," Meng Jinghuai's eyes lit up, with his own sword blade, "Swallow, swallow, spit, what is it like!" ”

"That pioneer was originally a daughter, the princess of Chen Guo." The deputy general's head lowered, and he felt helpless when he spoke, "Lord Chen Guoguo sent a messenger here, and the emperor happened to drink some wine...... I was fascinated by the princess! ”

Shen Zhihe's ears moved, and his sideways eyes were just met with Meng Jinghuai's gaze.

Looking at each other, both of them saw the absurdity in each other's eyes.

"And then?"

Meng Jinghuai looked back at the deputy general, his black pupils chased his soul, and the cold sound of the night entered his ears, scraping him painfully.

The deputy general's chest swayed, and his voice was a little higher: "The decree of the first is to let Princess Chen Guo out of prison, live in a house temporarily, and allow her to walk around the city." ”

It's ridiculous.

Meng Jinghuai sneered, forcibly suppressed his hatred, moved his lips and wanted to say something, but was pulled by the people around him-

Shen Zhihe pulled his fingers, shook his head, his eyes were quite meaningful, and then said in a deep voice to the deputy general:

"What the emperor ordered, the deputy general just did it, it's late at night, you go back first."

The adjutant general raised his head, looked at Meng Jinghuai's stiff face, and hesitated: "This ......"

"Madame, didn't you hear?"

Meng Jinghuai slapped his palms, glanced at him obliquely, then lowered the curtain, the groom pulled the reins again, and the horse galloped again.

"Why did you stop me?"

Meng Jinghuai stroked the sleeve pulled by Shen Zhihe and looked sideways.

"This is the street in the middle of the city," Shen Zhihe held a phoenix marrow with a body bone, his expression was calm, and he didn't make a sound, "If what you want to say is heard, you will be punished." ”

Meng Jinghuai smiled back, pressing his eyebrows: "How do you know what I want to say?" ”

(Continued later)