Xie Weining smiled, and he was even more stunning. He handed the pear blossom branch in his hand to Lan Jing'an, sat down beside her, and said softly: "The first time I came here, I thought that if I could sit under this pear tree with you and enjoy the flowers, it would be a great joy in life. Today is better, you and I will drink and talk happily, enjoy the empty mountains and flying flowers together, what more can you ask for. ”

Lan Jing'an's Qianqian Su hand stroked the flower branches, and also smiled idly: "This scene is indeed rare. It's hard for you to carry me here today, thank you, Xie Weining. ”

Xie Weining looked at her side face and said seriously, "Call me Yanping." ”

"Yanping?" Lan Jing'an looked up at him with some surprise. Xie Weining explained to her: "This is my handwriting. ”

Lan Jing'an was puzzled: "You haven't reached the weak crown, where did you get the word?" Besides, I know that the princes of Qianguo and Dayong were basically wordless before they were enthroned, is Xia Guo different? ”

Xie Weining bowed his head slightly: "What you said is right." In fact, my words were thought of by my father a long time ago. It's just that even if I do the crown salute, I'm afraid that no one will be able to call my words. He paused, and then said, "Except for you." ”

Lan Jing'an was very surprised, his words were tantamount to a clear statement to her, Emperor Xia planned to wait for him to be crowned, and then make him the crown prince. After all, only the emperor or prince of a country has no fiefdom, and no one dares to call him by name.

Xie Weining then asked Lan Jing'an: "Chang'an, what is your character?" Lan Jing'an said calmly: "No word." ”

This time it was Xie Weining's turn to be surprised: "You have already passed the ceremony, didn't the Marquis of Dingyuan give you a word?" ”

Lan Jing'an sighed: "On the day I arrived, my father didn't come back, and he arrived on the second day. On the night of the meeting, my mother had already told me and Brother Qingyun about our life stories. The second day was in chaos, and I think my father had forgotten it. Later, just..."Her voice became smaller and quieter, and Xie Weining's heart was also sour.

He didn't know how to comfort her, but he told the truth: "Dingyuan Hou will never forget." It's just that I'm afraid that after you know your identity, he won't dare to give you words. And your parents left early, and your status is too high, no wonder you have no words. Why don't I, I'll give you a word, it's called Chang'an? ”

Xie Weining thought about it for a while, and then denied himself: "No, no, Chang'an is my special name, or it will be called Wumin, right?" ”

No Min? No disease, no disaster, no cruelty, no suffering, no worries, he will choose a name. However, Lan Jing'an still shook his head and refused: "I don't need a table." ”

He knew that she was unwilling to give her words by herself, and he didn't embarrass her, but just took a sip of wine silently. This time, he tasted it carefully and felt that there was the aroma of green plums in this wine, and asked Lan Jing'an suspiciously: "This is green plum wine?" Where did you get this deep mountain and old forest? ”

Lan Jing'an smiled: "The wine was also brought by Toda before." There was a plum tree near the wooden house, so I brewed some of it, but unfortunately the time was short, so the green plum was very sour and a little spicy. Fortunately, I also buried a small jar under the plum tree. It is estimated that in three to five months, you will be able to drink. If only there was another year and a half..."

Lan Jing'an said halfway, and suddenly stopped, she was so happy when she buried the wine, she actually ignored the environment she was in now, she and he would be able to go out in a month or two at most, how could she wait until the green plum wine was ready?

Xie Weining saw her stop, and naturally knew what she was thinking. He put his hand around her shoulders and said, "It's all right, when the time comes, we'll take this jar of wine and take it out together." Lan Jing'an saw that his hand was on his shoulder, and he didn't want to worry about the green plum wine, so he hurriedly said to him: "Xie Weining, your hand is in the wrong place." ”

Xie Weining smiled and corrected her: "Call me Yanping." Lan Jing'an tugged at his paw and said, "Okay, Yanping, your hand shouldn't be here." ”

Xie Weining smiled slyly, brought the wine jug to Lan Jing'an's lips, and said, "Got it." You think my hand only sends wine to my mouth, don't you? I changed it. So saying, he raised his hand and fed her wine.

Lan Jing'an is angry and funny, and when it comes to sophistry, she is really not his opponent. However, Lan Jing'an still took Xie Weining's hand and took a sip of the green plum wine he brewed, and then said to him: "I'm not talking about this hand. ”

Xie Weining kindly took away the hand that was on her shoulder. Before Lan Jing'an could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw him wrap his hand around his waist again, and looked at her with innocent eyes, "I'll change the place and put it." ”

Lan Jing'an really wanted to kick him. But she knew that Xie Weining was so cheeky, and kicking him would be useless. She reached out again and tried to break his hand around her waist, but she didn't move. I had to say, "Yanping, let go." ”

Xie Weining loosened his wolf claws, and then said, "Chang'an, you really don't want my hand to put here?" Then I'll go find somewhere else to put it. As he spoke, he looked her delicate body up and down.

Lan Jing'an's face turned red, and it was not that she would not accept it, so she had to say: "Drink well, don't make trouble." Xie Weining smiled proudly, but instead poured another sip of wine. The astringent and spicy wine was poured into his mouth, but it was more satisfying to him than the elixir.

Xie Weining teased her for a while, and didn't want to make her unhappy, so he completely loosened his left hand around her waist, and only handed the wine jug to Lan Jing'an and asked her to drink it too. Lan Jing'an remembered that he lost his temper after drinking in Jizhou Daying last time, and he didn't want to drink more, but he was threatened by Xie Weining that if she didn't drink, he would feed her one bite at a time, and before she knew it, she had drunk a lot.

Wait for a pot of wine to be exhausted, the sky is already red, the distant mountains are carved into deep ochre, a faint mist rises from the mountains, and then look at this piece of pear white, but it is dyed with a touch of golden light, with the mountain wind, flying in front of Lan Jing'an. Lan Jing'an had forgotten about her leg injury, and now she just wanted to chase the white fragrant rain that was floating all over the sky, dancing with these flying flowers.

Xie Weining saw Lan Jing'an smirk, first reached out to catch the flying flowers that fell from the sky, and then staggered to stand up against the trunk of the tree, knowing that she was drunk. I also got up and planned to help her.

Lan Jing'an happily stepped forward, but after his right foot hit the ground heavily, he couldn't stand in pain and fell straight forward. Xie Weining hurriedly caught her from the front, planted her in his arms, and helped her back against the trunk. Lan Jing'an looked at Xie Weining's handsome face, pursed her lips in a daze, and snorted aggrievedly: "It hurts~"

Xie Weining's eyes were full of her coquettish charming, and she couldn't help coaxing her: "Good Chang'an, close your eyes." Lan Jing'an was a mess in her head now, and when he asked her to close her eyes, she really closed her eyes. Then she felt something soft and sweet gently pressed against her lips.

Sniffing the aroma of pear blossoms, Lan Jing'an guessed if the white petals fell on her lips, and she couldn't help but lick her tongue tentatively, feeling better, but not as thin as the petals. She secretly opened a small slit in her eyes, only to see Xie Weining with her eyes closed, enjoying her licking.

Now Xie Weining's face also has a hint of redness, which is printed on his angular but white face, which is particularly beautiful. Lan Jing'an couldn't help but secretly touched his little hand, and was afraid of being discovered by Xie Weining, so he hurriedly closed his eyes, kissed and licked Xie Weining's soft thin lips like a puppy.

Lan Jing'an was like a child who had eaten candy, secretly happy and proud in his heart. When she stopped, she obediently closed her eyes and a satisfied smirk on her lips.