The old man of Tianguang took the wine jug and patted the person in front of him: "It's okay, the old man is not drunk with a thousand cups, and no one can drink it, Ning boy, don't talk like a mother-in-law every day, the old man is not a three-year-old child!" ”

Zener: ...... Old man, you took a picture of me.

Ning Yuchu supported the forehead.

The old man couldn't get out when he was planted in the wine pile, so Ning Yuchu had to let Xena watch him to save him from drinking too much and making trouble.

The time was almost up, and Ning Yuchu returned to the window, his eyes wandering down the streets and the river.

The prince should know that he is here, but he doesn't know when he will come.

At this time, Ning Qizhan had already come to the river, and there was a two-story boat parked on the shore, which he had chartered as a foreign merchant.

There are many boats moored on the river, wrapped in colorful silk and hung with red lanterns, which are festive and lively, but it seems that their simple and unpretentious ships are inconspicuous.

The ship is full of its own people, hidden and safe, and it is not easy to be mixed in by people with intentions.

And it has a wide view, so it's easy to notice if something happens.

After Ning Qizhan stepped onto the deck, he stood by the water, sparkling, reflecting on his snow-clear cheeks, and the full picture was already fascinating.

Most of the other boats were young men and women who came out to play, and some bold girls wanted to sail closer, and took the opportunity to talk, but before they could get close, the man with outstanding temperament had turned into the cabin, leaving only the indifferent guards who were waiting.

Seeing that some people had eaten the closed door, the others did not dare to hit the south wall again, and could only watch from a distance, secretly guessing that they did not know the identity of the person in the boat.

The entourage boiled water to make tea, and after a while, the fragrance of tea filled the boat.

Ning Qizhan pinched the cup and drank slowly, the heat melted into the coldness of his fingertips, and his whole body warmed up.

He put down his teacup, a little self-deprecating in his eyes.

Even the sudden drop in temperature at night was almost unbearable.

His body is really getting worse and worse.

Grandpa Huang said that he was looking for a famous doctor in the world, but he knew in his heart that this weak disease was brought out of his mother's womb, and no one could save him.

The national teacher once asserted that he would not live to be twenty-five years old, and if you calculate it carefully, there are only six years left.

He's not a man of fate, but sometimes he can't help but prepare for the worst.

After thinking about it so much, it's just time for a cup of tea.

When he lifted his eyelids, he was calm and warm on weekdays.

"Someone sent?"

"It's been a quarter of an hour, and I think the next son has received the news and is on his way."

Ning Qizhan bowed his head and looked at the door of the cabin expectantly.

The next moment, there was movement outside, and the light in his eyes flashed slightly, but he heard the sound of fierce sword handover.

Someone appeared at the door, not his imperial brother, but a man in black who was soaking wet.

They had swords in their hands and stabbed at him.

Ning Yuchu walked briskly through the streets and alleys, and the entourage behind him almost couldn't keep up.

"Master, slow down."

How could he be so slow?

He had a lot of things to say to the prince, and he couldn't wait to fly over with his wings immediately.

Suddenly, there was a burning smell in the air, as well as the sound of fighting.

Many men, women, and children screamed in his direction.

His eyes lit up, and he flew up, and sped towards the shore with a light step on the crowd that was coming in the opposite direction.

As soon as the people arrived, they saw dozens of people fighting on the flaming boat, and from time to time someone fell into the water.

He shook his chest and flew away.