Yin Junbai's unusualness made Yan Li worry at a loss, and it wasn't until he pressed down like a fallen tree that he suddenly remembered to dodge.

Holding the ground with one hand and pushing towards Yin Junbai with the other, I thought it would take a lot of effort to drive Yin Junbai away, who seemed to be crazy, but unexpectedly, the slightly thin body just fell softly, and slipped silently without waiting for words to leave the worry and push.

Yan Liwu hurriedly pulled out his body and sat half-sitting, looking at Yin Junbai who was lying motionless on the ground face down in a daze.

"Junbai?" Tried to call a few times, Yin Junbai didn't react, hesitated for a long time and carefully pulled the person over to say that he was sure, Yin Junbai had fainted, probably because he didn't know when to tear and slowly soaked the wound on his clothes.

Calling Wen Moqing from the hall to help Yin Junbai back to the room, Yan Li was busy to stop the bleeding, while Wen Moqing hugged his shoulders and watched, he couldn't tell what the expression was on his face, in short, he was not happy.

"How did it hurt?"

When he found Jun Bai, he was talking to himself in front of the forest behind the hall, probably missing King Qinglian too much. I persuaded him a few words, but the persuasion was not quite right, which made him a little excited, and accidentally pulled the wound. Yan Li's worries were half covered and half hidden, and he continued to be busy rubbing medicine for Yin Junbai, but the corner of his eyes was always looking at Wen Moqing.

It's just a very short period of time, but she smells a lot of secrets from Yin Junbai's words, including warm ink.

At that time, Yin Junbai's mind was confused, and many words were unintentionally said in his heart on weekdays, and he remembered clearly that one of the sentences probably meant that Yin Junbai had revealed some secrets of Wen Moqing to the Qinglian King in order to please or win Qinglian's ** Lai, but the Qinglian King did not give relative trust as he wished. The second half is nothing, anyway, it is an indisputable fact that Yin Junbai was deceived by King Qinglian, and what really attracted the attention of Yan Liwu was the meaning of the first half of what Yin Junbai said.

What does the so-called secret of warmth and ink mean?

Since Yin Junbai was sent to Qinglian Palace as an eyeliner many years ago, what was the point of sending him to monitor and clean up the king in the first place? It has only been six years since King Qinglian received the monstrous favor of the first emperor, and Yin Junbai has been in the Qinglian Palace for nearly five years, in other words, when Yin Junbai came to King Qinglian, King Qinglian's power must not be as strong as later, for what purpose would Wen Moqing send someone to spy on a person who had just been favored?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the mystery hidden in Wen Moqing's body is no less than that of the Qinglian King, but she has been careless and has not noticed.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Yan Liwu was a little absent-minded, Wen Moqing asked lightly.

"Nothing, nothing to do." Yan Liwu repeatedly folded the white cloth in his hand to cover up the lie, waited until he calmed down a little, took a deep breath and turned around, "Junbai's wound is a little inflamed, I will guard him here tonight to see the situation, I won't accompany you to copy the roster, if there is anything, let Bi Xiao call me." ”

Wen Moqing answered without asking, his eyes stared at Yan Li for most of the day, and someone from the front hall came to look for him before he withdrew his gaze and went to other things. Yan Liwu was finally able to let out a long breath and relax a little after Wen Moqing left, but the frowning eyebrows were difficult to alleviate.

It was as clear as never before had her mind been so clear about what she should believe and what she should doubt.

Because of the heavy workload, that day passed very quickly, and it was already evening when he was still unconscious, and when he saw Bi Xiao walking with a light smile, he suddenly remembered that he had agreed with Wen Moshu in advance that he was going to go to the market tonight.

"Look at your bad face, isn't it uncomfortable?" Bi Xiao noticed that Yan Liwu was a little listless, and asked softly.

"My body is fine, but I feel a little uncomfortable." Yan Li sighed and sighed so that his chest was cold and slightly painful, and when he saw Bi Xiao worried, he reluctantly smiled, "I'll go to the appointment first, and I'll talk to you when I come back, many things have to be discussed in the long run." ”

The two people who don't get together too much and don't get together finally got together, and Bi Xiao cares more about Wen Moshu's invitation than she says. Seeing that the appointed hour was approaching, Bi Xiao couldn't care about anything else in a hurry, and hurriedly put up a little makeup for Yan Liwu, then pushed her out of the room, and carried everyone down the mountain from the path.

Recently, Yan Liwu has been living in Qinglian Palace with Wen Moqing and others, and Wen Moshu and Wen Mozheng and other birthday guests are living in the inn of the neighboring town, and she naturally has to rush to the town to go to the market with Wen Moshu.

The agreed meeting place is under a big tree in the town, which is also the edge of the town, and when Yan Li arrived in a hurry, Wen Moshu was waiting there, still wearing a low-key light shirt, and a warm and thick fox fur cloak.

"I thought the prince would come with you with a calm face." Wen Moshu seems to be in a very good mood tonight, he has always been steady and jokes when he meets, and the bright smile comparable to the pure moonlight makes Yan Liwu blush slightly, and he loses his mind for a moment.

"I didn't tell Wen Moqing to come out to see you, otherwise he would never have allowed it." Looking at the quiet surroundings, Yan Liwu subconsciously touched the hidden Huang Chengjian, "Didn't Your Highness bring the guards?" I heard Chu Ci say that he was ambushed on the road when he came, and it was not safe to walk outside, so it was better to be more careful. ”

Seeing that Yan Liwu looked vigilant and full of protectiveness, Wen Moshu smiled and shook his head: "How can you have a private meeting with your sweetheart and bring a guard?" Speaking of danger, you are more than several times more than me, you are not afraid, why should I be afraid? Wen Moshu put his cold palms in front of the warmest chest in the fox fur, and also drew the distance between the two by the way: "Tonight, Chu Ci will go to the pavilion master of the Ranxue Pavilion to drink, and no one will come to hurt you—I hope that you will always be safe when you are by my side." ”

"Young Master Chu knows about tonight?" Yan Liwu was still worried about what Chu Ci said before, and when he heard Wen Moshu mention it, he was inevitably a little worried, and the smile that bloomed disappeared a lot.

Seeing that Yan Li's sorrow and joy converged, Wen Moshu roughly guessed what had happened, was slightly stunned, and squeezed the corner of his lips with a faint wry smile: "Chu Ci bothered you again, right?" Really, before I came, I specially told him not to talk nonsense, but the result was still so arbitrary, no one in this world can control him. ”

"Don't talk about this tonight, didn't you say you want to go to the market? Whether it is Gongzi Chu or Wen Moqing, they have nothing to do with this bazaar, so it is better to forget about it. He breathed a long sigh of relief and cheered up, and his words became the more free and easy of the two.

Clenched Wen Moshu's hand a little harder, and the soft temperature rippled in the palm of his hand, warming it all the way to the bottom of his heart.

The eyes of man should be used to see the truth, the ears of man should be used to listen to counsel, and the heart of man should be used to think about reality, but sometimes both listening and seeing and being in the mood must be temporarily blinded, so that they will not fall into pain and cannot extricate themselves. At this moment, Yan Liqing clearly realized that there was still something unexplainable about her feelings for Wen Moshu, but she didn't intend to let reason ruin the rare night, and she didn't want to give up this moment of happiness.

As for those sorrows and intrigues, let them be considered tomorrow after tonight.

The market in the town is small but very lively, with Spring Festival couplets and paper-cuts, meat, poultry and eggs, snacks and specialties, clothes and accessories, and even calligraphy, paintings, antiques and many kitsch knick-knacks mixed with a large number of fakes. Wen Moshu and Yan Liwu walked from east to west, from south to north, with more and more things in their arms and more and more laughter, no different from ordinary couples.

"Look at that painting, the inscription says that it is the scene of the emperor's grandfather's southern tour, and the emperor's grandfather painted on it is tall and thin and majestic, but in fact, the emperor's grandfather is very fat, and he is also very kind and gentle, and sometimes he is said to be an old naughty boy - ah, this is Jinnan's special Yushuang pear, which is bitter and astringent when it is fresh, and can only be eaten after being buried in the snow for half a month in winter, the entrance is sweet and cottony, and the aftertaste is endless."

Wen Moshu introduced all the way, more interested than worried. Xu is because he has not been out of the palace for many years, Wen Moshu, who is immersed in the joy of the New Year, is less calm and more brisk, and there is no depression on his young and slightly sickly face, and there is no sense of incongruity in the bustling crowd.

Yan was also very happy, but not with a little high mood like him. For her, what is worth remembering is not the crowded crowds of this street, this market, nor the dazzling array of goods, but every expression, every smile, and every clenched warmth of Wen Moshu.

She just wanted to find some clues from it, so as to prove that her feelings for Wen Moshu were not dazed and greedy.

"Take this with you - there's going to be fireworks over there, let's go ahead." Carefully tied the peace rope he bought to Yan Li's wrist, Wen Mo smiled lightly, and pointed to the four-story pavilion not far away, "Go upstairs and see more clearly." ”

The merchants of Daeyuan are very shrewd, and every year when the fireworks are closed, they will vacate the restaurants that are open on weekdays, open the doors and windows widely, and open each floor to the public at different prices, and rent them at high prices to those who have money and want to see the fireworks, or those who spend money on this day. The pavilion in front of me is only four floors, but it is the tallest building in the town, and the specially enlarged windows are the best for watching the fireworks, and the top floor is naturally expensive, and no one has rented it before Wen Moshu arrived.

"The small shop specially prepared fresh melons and fruits, good wine and tea, and the two guest officers sat down temporarily, and fireworks will be set off in about a quarter of an hour. This year, a wealthy businessman donated a lot of silver, and it is said that the fireworks are several times larger than in previous years. The boss who received the money and smiled diligently served the refreshments, pushed open the four connected windows, and the vision was really much wider.

At the end of the lunar month, the night should have been dark and cold, but it was dispelled by the bright lights of the town. Yan Liwu and Wen Moshu stood side by side in front of the window and looked down, the pedestrians rubbing shoulders became smaller, the night sky became wider, and the noisy sound came at the same time, and you could see the stars in the sky twinkling quietly, the sky and the earth, diametrically opposite.

"I've always wanted to take you to a place like this to walk around, without anyone else there, and without thinking about those annoying things, it's most satisfying to see you laugh." The soft hand is clenched in the palm of the hand, and it is as soft as the fur of the finest part of the fox fur. Wen Moqing tilted his head slightly to look at Yan Liwu, and his eyes flashed brighter than the stars: "I was still a little dazed when I heard the emperor say that the roster had been found, thinking about what kind of turmoil and traps there would be in the future, but then I suddenly became happy - I suddenly thought, since the things the emperor wants have been obtained, does it mean that you are free?" The power of the Qinglian King no longer exists, and the roster of the emperor who has made it difficult to sleep has also been settled, whether it is misunderstood or for other reasons, the burden on your shoulders should also be over. ”

Yan Li was stunned, and seemed to be unable to accept the upcoming happy ending for a while.

"I know that the prince of Dingyuan will definitely send you back to the palace first, as a courtier, he also has a lot of involuntary bodies. But it doesn't matter, when the birthday of King Dingyuan is over, I will go back to the palace to meet the emperor. The soft fingertips crossed the corners of Yan Li's forehead, gently stroking along the arc of his face. Wen Moqing quietly stared at the slightly flustered and shy eyes, and the smile on her lips was so warm that the winter night faded: "As long as the emperor is willing to give you back your free body, I am willing to take the initiative to ask you to go to the border fiefdom to be a county king who has no quarrel with the world, and then do not participate in these disturbances, and finish this life with you plainly." ”