Chapter 118: The Dust-Washing Family Banquet Secretly Arises
"Cheng'er, you're here. Come and take a seat, today the princess knows that you are coming, so she specially cooks herself, come and taste my wife's handiwork. King Xuan was in his own house, he had taken off the armor of the southern and northern wars, and he had not seen him for a few days, and his angular-edged and gentle expression was stained with a bit of tiredness, but when he saw these young people, he unconsciously greeted with a smile on his face.
"Does the prince usually call the princess 'my wife' at home?" Jingmo asked Yin Chenglian in a low voice.
"yes. Uncle Wang has never shied away from this point of loving his wife, and he is more sour than the literati. Yin Chenglian replied with a smile.
Jingmo nodded, his eyes surging with envy, looking at the noble but loving couple in the palace, and glanced at Hua Thirteen seemingly inadvertently. Thirteen of the paintings understood, but couldn't respond to anything, just silently held Jingmo's hand tightly.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, but Cheng'er has become such a character." The princess opened her mouth to be a soft voice like spring rain and spring flowers, looking at her appearance, light makeup, thin lines, with three points of sickness, like a pale bird on the screen that has not seen the sun for a long time, the clothing and accessories are just right dignified and noble, and when the eyebrows are shallow and smiling, it is like a slow-cooked tea on the stove, but I don't know if there is anything else in the teapot.
The princess's gaze gently turned to Hua Thirteen and Jingmo's body: "I heard Xiaoque mention your affairs, it turns out that it is also Tianyu's old acquaintance, and it is Cheng'er's friend, so they are not outsiders, so don't be polite with us, just be casual." ”
"Thank you, Princess." Painting Thirteen and Jingmo thanked each other respectfully, and between greetings, Painting Thirteen noticed that King Xuan's hands never took off his gloves even when he ate and picked up vegetables, and couldn't help but ask again, "The frostbite on the prince's hands seems to have caused a lot of inconvenience, so it is better to let Jingmo help the prince diagnose and treat, her medical skills are indeed trustworthy." ”
Everyone followed the gaze of the thirteenth to look at King Xuan's hands, and the silver-gray gloves were tightly pressed against the hands and seemed to have melted into another layer of skin. King Xuan curled up his palm slightly, swallowed his throat and replied with a smile: "The old problem that fell in the early years is not in the way, and this king has long been used to it." ”
"Let's click", Zhang Yueheng suddenly put down his chopsticks, stood up from the table, took his strange gaze back from King Xuan's hands, and said to Yin Chenglian with a face: "I'm full, Your Highness eats slowly, I'll wait outside." ”
"Huh? Old ghost Zhang, what are you? Yin Chenglian looked at Zhang Yueheng's sudden and inexplicable temper, a little confused, and smiled at King Xuan and Princess Xuan embarrassedly, and explained, "Don't be surprised, he must be a drunken addict, so he secretly went out to find wine to eat." ”
"His temper, still." King Xuan's eyes followed Zhang Yueheng out, but Princess Xuan gently pulled King Xuan under the table, as if reminding him that he needed to be cautious in his words and deeds.
"I heard that Uncle Wang came back in the morning, have you ever entered the palace to see your father? Why did my father let you go home so quickly? Yin Cheng said in practice.
King Xuan's eyes were stagnant, his eyes were mottled with indistinguishable light and dark, but the corners of his mouth smiled lightly: "As soon as I came back, I went to the palace, and the imperial brother sympathized with my hard work, set up a banquet and a drink, and after handing over the military power, he let me go back to the house to recuperate." ”
"Yes, Uncle Wang's trip is really like knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, and the stability of the border still depends on Uncle Wang's prestige. Cheng'er replaced the wine with tea and toasted Uncle Wang with a cup. Yin Chenglian talked about things, picked up the teacup, and the princess and others also accompanied him.
Hua Thirteen secretly looked at King Xuan's words and expression, and seemed to understand something in his heart. He glanced at the dishes on the table, and asked casually: "I think the prince has only been galloping around the field recently, and he has abandoned the matter of cultivating and planting bamboo for a while, and there are no seasonal bamboo shoots on the table, but unfortunately we don't have this mouth." ”
King Xuan laughed loudly: "If the thirteen little brothers want to eat, I will send someone to send some over another day, and there are a lot of them in Xianyunlu." After all, for me, how can the battlefield be as good as the pastoral fun? ”
Hua Thirteen also smiled and agreed, but he caught a glimpse of Princess Xuan's face changing slightly, and secretly wrote it down in his heart. After the meal, Princess Xuan and Suzaku went into the back room to make tea together, and Jingmo was not idle, so he also went in to help.
Painting 13 saw that when King Xuan got up to go to the toilet, he clearly went to the door to find Zhang Yueheng and said a few words, and he quietly leaned over to listen.
"What kind of medicine are you selling in the gourd today?" Zhang Yueheng's voice was angry.
"I just came back from the border, and there was no one to wash my dust. Why, if I set up a family banquet, General Zhang can't see it? King Xuan's tone was less soft than before, as cool as the night breeze.
Zhang Yueheng snorted coldly: "The prince said he laughed." Since a banquet has been set up to entertain my Royal Highness, why should you come to me, a waste person, to talk in vain? ”
"This time I led the troops north, I seem to have gone back to many years ago, when as long as the five of us went into battle together, what battle could not be won? And now, we're all old. King Xuan's tone gradually turned desolate, and after a pause, he asked, "Do you still refuse to understand me?" ”