"Here comes the wine. Has Guan finished changing? Yin Chenglian learned the tone of the restaurant's junior two, looking at the faint silhouette looming behind the screen.

Guan Tianyu hid behind the screen and took off her wet clothes, looked at the flowery skirt sent by the old bustard, hesitated for a while, gritted her teeth and changed it.

Yin Chenglian looked at the woman who walked out from behind the screen, her figure was slender and slender, her posture was bright and beautiful, and her damp hair was stuck to her forehead and shoulders like seaweed, and her eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't help laughing: "It's a 'bright like a spring flower, as bright as an autumn moon'!" Is this still a cold-faced historian Guan Daren? ”

Guan Tianyu raised his collar slightly lower crampedly, and walked to the table without saying a word to pick up the wine jug and pour the wine, but Yin Chenglian held down the wine jug, and he stared at Guan Tianyu's eyes with burning eyes: "Tonight, I am not a prince, and you are not a courtier." Let me serve the beautiful woman in the coming down. ”

As he spoke, he poured a glass of wine and handed it to her. She threw her head up and drank it all, the second and the third. Yin Chenglian smiled: "Did you drink like this before?" It's easy to get drunk like this, and it's hard for me to guarantee that I'll be able to control myself from doing something out of the ordinary when you're drunk. ”

Guan Tianyu glanced at Yin Chenglian, silently took the wine jug from his hand, poured a glass and handed it to him, touched a glass with him and raised his head to take a sip.

Yin Chenglian looked at her slightly narrowed eyes, reddened cheeks, and smooth and slender neck when she was drinking, and couldn't help but swallow her throat heavily, pursed her lips, and drank a glass of wine quickly.

"Eh, Tianyu, what's the point of drinking like this?" Yin Chenglian couldn't help but stop Guan Tianyu, who was drinking one cup after another, "I invented a drinking order, do you dare to come?" ”

Guan Tianyu nodded briskly: "I dare." ”

"My drinking order is called 'Sweetheart', and the rules are simple. Every time I give two names, and then you have to quickly choose one of the names according to your first instinct and pronounce it aloud, and I will also guess which name you have chosen, and pronounce it at the same time. The same thing, that is, I guessed it, you drink. Instead, I drink. Yin Chenglian poured two glasses of wine, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Are you ready?" ”

"Hmm."

"Li Taibai or Du Gongbu?"

"Du Gong Ministry." "Li Taibai!"

Yin Chenglian pursed his lips and picked up the wine glass: "Du Gongbu's poetry style is so miserable, bitter, depressed and sad, where can it compare to Li Taibai's elegant and graceful, Du Fu writes poems to miss him!" Why do you like Du Fu? ”

"The sentence he wrote to Li Bai, 'The crown is covered with Jinghua, and the people are alone and haggard', is actually himself." Guan Tianyu's eyes were gloomy, "Okay, next game." ”

Yin Chenglian quietly took her words to heart, and continued: "Dou Yifang or Wu Zetian? ”

"Dou Yi Room." "Wu Zetian!"

"Wrong again?" Yin Chenglian drank obediently, but a trace of joy flashed in his heart, "I thought that as the first female historian of Dayin, you would like a generation of empresses." ”

"When it comes to 'female officials' and 'empresses', people in the world often pay attention to the word 'female'. For Tianyu, it doesn't matter what gender it is, what matters is whether this person can really do this official job conscientiously, and chewing on the root of his tongue is extremely boring. Dou Yifang is benevolent and generous, and it is appropriate to be moderate, while Wu Zetian is bold and bold, which is too much in my eyes. Guan Tianyu said slowly, but he didn't notice Yin Chenglian's stunned gaze.

Guan Tianyu asked suspiciously, "Is there another game?" Are you already drunk? ”

How not to get drunk?

Yin Chenglian retracted his gaze, waved his hand, shook his head with a smile, and said, "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk." And, there's. ”

Yin Chenglian is like a soldier on the battlefield, from ancient times to the present, from poetry and painting to sages and celebrities. The two people sometimes express their opinions, sometimes sigh and nostalgia, sometimes talk eloquently, and sometimes drink silently.

After three rounds of wine, Yin Chenglian shook his wine glass: "There is not much wine, I'll ask the last one." ”

"Hmm."

"Painting thirteen or Baixi wind?"

"White Creek Wind." "White Creek Wind!"

Guan Tianyu lowered his eyes and shook his head inexplicably, smiled, raised his wine glass and drank it.

"Bai Xifeng and Yin Cheng Lian?"

"Yin Cheng Lian."

Guan Tianyu didn't answer, she looked at Yin Chenglian's expectant burning gaze after saying his own name, and she was stunned for a moment, she lowered her eyes: "The last question is already the last one." It's getting dark, and it's time for us to go back. ”

Yin Chenglian touched his nose and moved his gaze out the window: "I'll send you back to the palace first." I will go south tomorrow, and I just happened to say goodbye to my father. ”

"Hmm."

The two of them walked through the steaming morning market, and Yin Cheng was in good spirits: "Eat something, I guess you will like the taste of the market more than the food in the palace." ”

Yin Chenglian pulled Guan Tianyu to sit on a porridge shop on the side of the road: "What do you like to eat?" ”

"A bowl of hawthorn porridge." Guan Tianyu recalled, "When I was a child, my brother Xiaobai and I would also go to the morning market, order two bowls of hawthorn porridge, and watch the market become lively little by little while eating breakfast. He always has a bad appetite, likes to eat sour, and is afraid that the sweet is too greasy, so I don't like sweets so much. ”

"It's such a coincidence, I like sweets." Yin Chenglian's expression was serious, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile: "Boss! I want a molasses puff pastry, a snowflake cake, a honey pastry, a glutinous rice lotus, and a dessert. By the way, I want two more bowls of glutinous rice balls, sweet bean paste filling! ”

The boss had never seen such an order, so he looked at Guan Tianyu with Yin Chenglian's smiling gaze, and asked suspiciously, "Madam, do you really want to order it according to your husband?" ”

Guan Tianyu's eyes widened suddenly, and he shook his head again and again: "He's not—"

"Of course! If it's not sweet, my wife and I won't give money. Yin Chenglian looked at Guan Tianyu with a playful face, and waved his hand to the boss to signal him to hurry up and prepare.

Guan Tianyu's face was gloomy: "I hope that His Highness is a little measured in his speech and demeanor." ”

"Proportion? Is it the same sense of proportion as Guan Daren? You have to hide whatever you like to eat, whether you are happy or sad, you have to swallow the bitter wine in your stomach, will you be too tired to live like this? Yin Chenglian stretched his waist casually.

Guan Tianyu was silent and lowered his head. Yin Chenglian leaned in front of her and tilted his head to look at her expression: "Crying? No, I don't. Angry? Are you trying to scold me? Then don't put up with it all the time. I've heard it, and you're tearing your throat out at me in your heart: "This scoundrel stinks a rascal! I know that I am smart and self-righteous and narcissistic and arrogant, and I smile cheaply at every turn, and I think that I am really the reincarnation of Pan An! If it weren't for his status as a prince, the old lady would have rewarded him with two big slaps! ”

As he spoke, Yin Chenglian raised his hand and slapped himself a few times, and Guan Tianyu grabbed his wrist and stopped him. Her perennially locked eyebrows laughed as if they had been opened by a key, and muttered, "Crazy." ”

The two looked at each other, and Yin Chenglian also smiled, like a babbling mountain stream flowing through the snow-covered valley floor.

"Thirteen young people, I seem to have heard the voice of His Highness Cheng." Chang Ling said in one ear.

"Shh Hua Thirteen's gaze lingered on Guan Tianyu's smile and whispered, "Let's go back, they're fine." ”

"Them?" Chang Ling was puzzled, and Hua Thirteen didn't answer again, and walked back, with the morning glow shining behind him.

"How is it, have you found Your Highness?" Jingmo saw that Hua Thirteen and Changling, who had gone out to look for it in the middle of the night, came back, but there was no shadow of Yin Chenglian.

Painting Thirteen smiled peacefully: "He is safe and sound, with Xiao Yu." ”

Jingmo was surprised: "They, together? ”

Hua Thirteen nodded faintly, and he started to say something else: "Jingmo, are your men's clothes ready?" Tomorrow, I'm going to enter the palace. ”

"Don't worry, I'm a make-up saint, and it's okay to pretend to be a man." Jingmo smiled lightly.

"I'm sorry to drag you into this troubled water." Painting Thirteen caressed Jingmo's cheek lovingly, "But if you are left here alone, I really don't feel at ease." ”

"I'm wading into troubled waters with you, but I'm asking my son for more advice." Jing Mo smiled coquettishly.

Hua Thirteen took Jingmo into his arms, closed his eyes and smiled reassuringly: "Thank you." Thank you from entering Beijing to the present. ”

"Thirteen Lang is thankless, there is still the future, the future of the future......" Jingmo was deeply buried in the arms of the painting Thirteen.

In the early afternoon, the sun was shining. Yin Chenglian came back briskly: "Xiaobai! Do you know that today I entered the palace to bid farewell to my father, and my father sent another person to accompany me! ”

"Who?" Seeing his overjoyed appearance, Hua Thirteen frowned and said, "It can't be Xiao Yu, right?" ”

"It's worthy of Xiaobai! My father said that I had never left Beijing, and it was inevitable that I would be hasty in doing things, so I sent a historian around him to record my words and deeds and supervise them. Yin Chenglian's eyebrows fluttered when he said it.

Hua Thirteen's expression suddenly became solemn: "Your Highness, do you know what the duties of a historian are?" ”

Yin Chenglian thought about Guan Tianyu's stubborn temper, and blurted out: "Write straight." ”

"Not bad. However, "the painting of thirteen eyes is getting darker," and the book is the emperor's behavior. ”

Yin Chenglian's smile gradually froze, and he was stunned for a moment: "Father probably just wants to send a reliable person to supervise me, I'm afraid that I won't cause any trouble." ”

"No matter what the intention of the saint's move is, but for the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, the meaning is self-evident." Hua Thirteen looked at Yin Chenglian with a serious face, "Your Highness, are you ready?" ”

Yin Chenglian was silent for a long time thoughtfully, he raised his head to meet the burning gaze of Hua Thirteen, and blinked: "I, definitely not!" What should I do? By the way, on the way back to the palace last night, that mysterious person appeared again and almost killed me. ”

Painting thirteen was shocked: "Which mysterious person?" What does it mean to have reappeared? ”

Yin Chenglian told how he caught a glimpse of the black shadow in the gallery when Xu Fei was murdered, how he was knocked unconscious by 'him', and how he escaped with Guan Tianyu last night.

"It seems that this mysterious person has a premeditated plan to put His Highness to death." Draw thirteen eyebrows and get deeper and deeper. At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the gate of the mansion.