Zhu Yuyan didn't say much to Zhu Yuyi because of something. After Zhu Yuyi led her people back to the room, Zhu Yuyan called Linglong, "Has Han Luo already left?" ”

"I left early, and when the girl went over there, he left in a small boat with someone, and the weather was fine tonight, with no moon and not many stars, so it was a good day."

Zhu Yuyan smiled, "Listening to what you say, you are a master of night work, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, when you kill people and set fires, isn't it?" ”

Linglong couldn't help laughing, and came over to untie Yuyan's clothes, "The girl has this spirit to laugh with the slave maid, why don't you hurry up and wash it and go to sleep, and you have to hurry tomorrow morning." ”

Yuyan and the first two big girls, Linglong and Hongdou, have been following her in her previous life, after the death of her husband Xiao Dingquan, her son was raised as the young master, she is the queen mother, but she lives in the palace, the two of them in order to accompany her, they have not married in their lives, they are loyal, when she is seventy or eighty, she is dying, and the two died the day before her, which is considered to be the same life and death.

Hongdou had already settled in the bath soup, and after serving her to bathe, the nurse came and helped her to apply balm and dress her body, and then sent her to bed.

The person on duty tonight was Linglong, sleeping on the couch opposite the bed, and when she heard her repeatedly, he thought about saying a few words to her, and asked, "Girl, the slave maid heard from the people on the third girl's side, and it was the imperial grandson who invited the girl and the third girl to dinner today?" Will he become the king of our Great Zhou in the future? ”

Zhu Yuyan closed her eyes, and the smell of Xiao Jingyong's body still lingered on the tip of her nose, just like in her previous life, the unique and fascinating taste of a man, and also the taste of a man she had dreamed of all her life but couldn't get, she thought and muttered, "It should be!" ”

Under the light, Xiao Jingyong's hand slowly stroked the rosewood box, the simple pattern, the starched color, his fingertips crossed every familiar line, he didn't need to open it, he already knew what was inside.

The piccolo of the sheep fat jade, in the previous life, was given to him by her as a birthday gift, and soon, it will be his sixteenth birthday again.

Click, he opened the box, a warm and bright light flashed, all in the eyes is the piccolo he has played countless times, the end is still with bright yellow silk woven into the word knot, and then he asked, it was woven by her own hands, it was braided for fun, and then he felt that this piccolo, this knot is quite suitable for him, but there is no other good object, so he gave him the idea.

He picked up the piccolo, the tassel on the knot gently slid over his palm, and he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows, it was really no different from his previous life!

He brought the piccolo to his lips, tried the sound, as if he had been summoned by a contract, the familiar tone fluttered out melodiously, along the river breeze, gliding across the water and drifting forward, into the girl's boudoir, she woke up from her sleep, and stopped quietly for a while, the past that she did not want to look back on but could not forget flashed in her mind frame by frame, a breath is a lifetime, tears have slipped down her cheeks, wet the pillow.

The sun shines in the middle of the river, today's weather is excellent, at noon, a little wind blows, blowing the sails bulging, sending the ship to the north.

Xiao Jingyong played with a purse in his hand, a very ordinary purse, the kind that can be bought for a few pennies outside, he leaned on the couch, bent one leg, and put the other hand lazily on his head, squinting at the eyes of the two calamities of the country and the people, and looked out through the window.

When Zhuo Qingfeng came in, he saw that Xiao Jingyong was so virtuous, he held a glass of wine in his hand, put it on the low table on the couch, woke Xiao Jingyong up, and then looked out in the direction that Xiao Jingyong looked over, "I said that something is wrong with you today, you just looked at someone's house, you can also do this thing of looking at lovesickness from afar?" ”

Xiao Jingyong sat up and stuffed the purse into his arms, and Zhuo Qingfeng said "Huh" again, "This is a purse made by a person?" Needlework isn't good! ”

"It's not good!" Xiao Jingyong was thinking about the deal he made with Yuyan in his previous life, he sent her son to sit on the throne, she made him a dress, whether it was a middle coat or an outer robe, she did it, and it looked decent, who knew that a crack opened in her upper body.

He still remembers her embarrassed appearance at the time, thinking of this, Xiao Jingyong couldn't help laughing, this purse was not made by Yuyan, but he didn't want to clarify, probably because he didn't need to clarify!

"De Jong Yan is indispensable, I tell you, marry a wife and marry a virtuous, you said that if you marry a wife and come back, you can't even sew a piece of clothing, what do you say you will do when you marry back?"

Xiao Jingyong glanced at him and leaned on the couch, "If I marry a wife, I must marry a happy one, and it hurts to marry back, sewing clothes or something, and the needlework and thread are all dead?" What you told me, you can do it yourself, don't say it nicely, when you meet people at that time, your legs are weak. ”

"Am I that kind of person? You underestimate me too much, what is a woman? It's not a good thing! ”

Xiao Jingyong paused with his hand holding the wine glass, he thought for a while, smiled, and felt a kind of ease of enmity, and after drinking it all, he said, "Who would have thought that Zhuo Qingfeng Zhuo Daxia, who was 'sorrowful in the rivers and lakes of a sword', would also be injured by a woman, and if you say it, let me drink." ”

Zhuo Qingfeng wanted to kill him with a sword, but he could only look at him, he took a sip of the wine jug, and said it in a very casual tone, but if he listened carefully, he was cautious, and the corner of his eyes did not leave Xiao Jingyong, and he was bold, "Jingting, I owe you a life!" ”

Xiao Jingyong's hand that wanted to put down the wine glass paused in the air, his whole body would not move as if someone had cast a spell, the statue was like a statue, and even the time around him seemed to be stagnant, only the wine remaining on the lip flap was stagnant under the illumination of the light, flowing on his shallow lip flap.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and laughed, "What nonsense?" What do you owe me? I owe you a favor! ”

He poured himself a glass of wine and took a big sip, he rarely drank alcohol in his life, some of them were not used to drinking, and his tears came out, so he wiped them fiercely, and said with a smile, "Do you think that I am very unfilial to be a son of man?" I don't rush back myself, but I want you to go back and do your filial piety for me? ”

"Nope!" Zhuo Qingfeng desperately wanted to excuse him, "I didn't catch up when I got so close, let alone you, you can't get out of the city at all, even if you go back, you can't enter the city." The city is full of martial law, I finally touched it, she is dead, died before you sent me the message, and she is not mourning. ”

"Jing Ting, it's not your fault!"

It's the same as in my previous life.

Xiao Jingyong closed her eyes in pain, even if she had expected it, she still inevitably had heartache, if she could come back earlier, would she be able to save her life?

The accumulated hatred of the two lives devoured his heart and reason like poison, and Xiao Jingyong's voice was full of infinite sadness, "I have also traveled thousands of miles to ride alone, just to see her for the last time, and I have also sacrificed my life to avenge my mother, just to avenge her...... Don't talk about these, drink the bar, and sleep well after drinking! ”

Zhuo Qingfeng couldn't understand these words, and he thought that Xiao Jingyong said some irrational words under the severe pain of losing his mother, so he only persuaded, "You can't drink like this every day, right?" Drink yourself to waste, I see what you do? Oh, by the way, who's in front of you? When I came to you today, I saw several small boats going down there, full of men with knives, going to the shore. ”

Xiao Jingyong's wine woke up all of a sudden, his grief was suppressed by him, and the lost consciousness in his heart slowly returned, he took a deep breath, thought about it, and a little warmth spread in his heart, "You want to know, go see for yourself!" ”

"What does it have to do with me? I'm afraid that the ship will deal with you. ”

"No, it won't!"