Qian took the robe and hat, and asked with some concern, "Will you change it?" ”

Yan Rin was ashamed and annoyed, and snatched the clothes for herself to wear. Rong Qian is slender, and the hem of his clothes is a little long, and some of them are dragging the ground. So Rong Qian reminded with a smile next to him: "The emperor will be careful when walking, don't step on the corner of your clothes and fall." ”

Yan Rin was so angry that her face was red for a while and blue for a while, and she wanted to glare at him fiercely, but she couldn't even muster up such courage and anger. But there was a mistake in hand.

It turned out that although his clothes could be worn normally, as soon as the golden crown was untied, his hair would fall apart, and if he wanted to comb it back, it was not something that a clumsy emperor could do.

Rong Qian was beside him for a long time, and saw that Yan Rin's face was about to be red and dripping blood, so he couldn't help but smile, pushed him to sit down, took a comb three or two times to take care of him, and buttoned his hat up: "Look, you are not as good as me with one hand." ”

This time, there was no need for Rong Qian to remind him, Yan Rin had already quickly pulled his hat down, blocked half of his red face, stood up, and said in a muffled voice: "Let's go." ”

But he looked down at the two guards who were unconscious and unconscious.

Rong Qian smiled: "Don't worry, I will explain to them and keep their mouths." As he spoke, he took the candlestick and sent Yan Rin out of the room.

The long night was coming to an end, and when the door was opened, there was still a cold wind that naturally hit, and the candle flame fluttered and was so faint that it was almost extinguished.

Rong Qian frowned and looked at the candlestick, but he was helpless, he only had one hand, he wanted to cover up the wind for such a tiny candlelight, but he couldn't do it.

Yan Rin took the candlestick with one hand and protected the fire with the other, trying not to look at Rong Qian's broken arm, trying not to let the sadness on his face and eyes. He only whispered, "I'll come." ”

Rong Qian glanced at him with a smile, nodded slightly, and walked forward slowly. Yan Rin followed him a little bit behind him, silently following his footsteps, silently holding the candle flame. Dispel the darkness ahead for him.

The long night is coming to an end, the moon is slanting in the west, and under the candlelight of this point in the world, two people who accompany each other walk through the portals and enter the corridor of the road. On the way, I also met a family member who patrolled the night once or twice, but Yan Rin deliberately hid in the shadows behind Rong Qian, wearing clothes. The big hat he wore was Rong Qiandi, and no one could see his face clearly, and he saw Rong Qian waving his hand from a distance and shouting: "You go farther away." ”

Which subordinate dares to see more things and more, and they retreat one after another.

Rong Qian kept sending Yan Rin to the side door, so that the guards could stay away. I went to open the door myself, and accompanied Yan Rin just three or four steps out of the small corner gate, and saw the end of the street and the tree on the wall. In the blink of an eye, countless figures appeared, and they gathered around, but the poor guards who were guarding outside, and the poor guards who had drunk the northwest wind all night finally came to their hearts, looking forward to the emperor's appearance.

Look at the sky. Estimating the hour, Yan Rin didn't dare to delay more, and turned around to say goodbye to Rong Qian. hurriedly got on the horse brought by the guards and hurried to the palace.

Rong Qian sent him away from afar outside the small door, looking at the young man who was still in his room just now, hugging him back and forth, and walking towards the most luxurious, solemn and noble place in the world, his expression gradually dimmed.

Today, Yan Rin told Lechang about sending troops to Qin, and also told him.

However, whether it is for him, or for Lechang, Yan Rin's choice is to make a will, and after the army takes action, he will tell the land.

He was afraid that Lechang would cause him trouble if he knew about it in advance, so was he also afraid of himself?

Rong Qian sighed slightly.

If his return just makes that child more troublesome and more scruples, then, isn't it......

He shook his head, didn't let himself think about it anymore, and turned back to the house.

What he didn't know was that Yan Rin, who was riding a horse all the way to face the cold wind, dressed in stars and moons, and heading towards the palace, was also in a gloomy mood.

Rong Xiang still didn't say more in the end.

Regarding Qin Xufei, about this war, about his unprovoked but very certain worries and scruples, it is still not clear.

Knowing that he had already ordered the troops to march, knowing that in the front, the Yan Guodi army was fighting a bloody battle, and he still didn't want to reveal the inside information that he didn't want to be known.

Naturally, Rong Xiang will not harm me and misunderstand me, but why, you just can't tell me that you are not optimistic about the real inside story of this battle?

With a gloomy face, he rode his horse through one long and lonely street after another.

The moon has set in the west, but the sky is still gloomy, and most of the people in the city are still sleeping soundly in their dreams, only the monarch and high-ranking officials have to work hard to prepare for the early dynasty.

It wasn't until there was a burst of bamboo string orchestras in front of him that the sound of singing and dancing came, and Yan Rin looked up at the brilliant lights of a tall building in the distance: "Where is that, why is it so lively?" ”

"It's Baihualou. The brothel of the Qinglou is lively at night, singing and dancing all night, carnival and drunkenness, which is a common thing. ”

Baihualou?

Yan Rin was stunned, and suddenly remembered the famous prostitute of Baihualou, the blind date game between the woman and Rong Qian, the inexplicable love for Rong Qian by the Oiran, and the long conversation in the street incense car. Suddenly, I was a little stupid.

In Rong Xiang's heart, what is he? Is it the one who will be sheltered under his wings forever, as Yin Yin said?

Like, just like he was also determined to protect Lechang forever. However, what should be hidden, what should be done, will never change because of Lechang.

Like, he is always so gentle with each other, always so tolerant, but if he refuses to say anything to him, he won't say a word. For example, the inside story of Qin Xufei's matter, such as...... Like tonight's traitor to the Demon Cult...... It must not be as simple as Xiang Rongxiang said, but he will never tell him about the hidden secrets in between.

What is the difference between treating him and treating Lechang?

Thinking of the man's always gentle smile, always calm expression, and remembering what he saw under the moon when he was restrained by the man in black tonight, Rong Qian's eyes were calm and indifferent without a trace of ripples......

Yan Rin suddenly gritted her teeth and gently reached out to stroke the long shirt on her body.

In the clothes he was wearing, there was still the breath of his appearance, and his long hair tonight was combed for him by Rong Qian with his only remaining hand......

Just, so what, so what......

Inexplicably, Yan Rin's heart became sad, and for a while, she only felt infinitely melancholy.

A group of guards saw that he was stationed on the horse, looking at the most famous Qinglou in the capital from afar, and their expressions gradually became complicated, and the hearts of the guards were also raised.

My God, there are enough accidents today, your Majesty, don't make any more trouble, seeing that the early dynasty is coming, you won't suddenly be interested and want to be a guest in Baihualou, right?