Ye Chang twisted his neck stiffly and looked in the direction of the south window.

I saw that the prince and the heroine were neatly dressed, sitting at the table of the eight immortals, and the heroine's face was smeared with rouge.

Hi, thinking too much!

Han Youning didn't understand what Ye Chang was thinking, his face turned even redder, and he looked out the window.

The corners of Zhao Chengyuan's mouth raised slightly, and he said lightly to the guards who were always smart and wrong, "Put things down and go out."

Ye Chang came back to his senses, hurriedly walked over and put the three-piece set of the cave room in the tray on the table of the Eight Immortals one by one, and said intimately, "Lord Wang, Shopkeeper Ding said that only the cabbage heart is raw in this half-raw dumpling, and the others have been cooked, and the county lord will be fine if he eats it." After the county lord took a bite, you want to ask: Are the dumplings raw? The prefectural ......"

"Get out." Zhao Chengyuan interrupted him.

"Oh......" Ye Chang walked out with the tray in his arms, and halfway through, he couldn't help but turn back to Han Youning and finish the rest of the words, "County Lord, you have to say life!"

With that, he ran out of the room and closed the door!

Zhao Chengyuan took a bowl of early-born Guizi soup from the porcelain jar, and slowly stirred it with the spoon, dissipating heat.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of the spoon touching the porcelain bowl.

Zhao Chengyuan's gaze had softened, for fear that she would be scared again.

There was a low alcohol in his voice, "Since you are confused, then I will make it clear to you." Although you and I have a young affection, I have never regarded you as a sister. This early birth of noble soup, this combination of wine, I never thought that you would eat other people's houses. I said I was going to marry you the other day, and I wasn't joking."

The red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds in the bowl were each filled with two pieces, neatly and neatly, in pairs.

Han You watched quietly, and they gently turned with Zhao Chengyuan's hand, extremely gentle.

After being surprised and flustered, after being shy, my heart was sullen, and I couldn't tell what it felt.

Zhao Chengyuan never regarded her as a sister, how did he do it, Yun looked at her and Zhao Chen with a light breeze, and watched them get married.

Just because she said that she wanted to marry the gentlest man in the world, he fulfilled them. Just because she wanted to see him when they got married, he rushed to the capital from Jinju and drank their wedding wine.

She remembered in a trance that she followed behind Zhao Chen and Han Qingwan and worshiped heaven and earth. When she was sent into the new house, there was a chorus of people behind her, "Uncle Seven Emperors!"

There is also Zhao Chen's explanation, "I thought you couldn't come, but Changshi said that you don't know the return date when you go out to travel, and the wedding date is tight......

She was surrounded by palace people at that time and did not look back.

What is he talking about?

"She is the eldest lady of the Dingguo Mansion?" "Why isn't her wedding dress red?"

His voice was hoarse, like the rough and dry sand of the Gobi Desert. The sand has been invaded by the bitter wind for thousands of years, revealing endless chill and recklessness.

Zhao Chen replied, "It's the emperor's grandmother's edict......

She couldn't hear what Zhao Chengyuan said later, and she didn't deliberately listen carefully. She never thought that this Seventh Emperor Uncle would have anything to do with her.

Han Youning's eyes were hazy with tears in his eyes, and he looked at Zhao Chengyuan.

Zhao Chengyuan sighed lowly, took out a handkerchief to help her wipe her tears, "Why are you still crying? I've never seen you cry when I've been drunk before." "But your wrist still hurts?"

Han Youning's tears flowed quietly and shook his head gently.

"Was that scared by what I said?" Zhao Chengyuan rubbed her hair and chuckled, "Silly girl, I said to you, and I didn't force you to marry me now. You're still young, so there's no hurry."

Han Youning shook her head with tears in her eyes, she didn't know how to talk to him.

How did he know that they had missed a whole life, and finally separated from yin and yang, and now she is no longer a Si person.

Zhao Chengyuan looked at the sadness in her tears, but he didn't understand where this sadness came from.

He put the cold porridge bowl in front of her and coaxed, "Okay, if you don't want to mention marriage now, then don't mention it." You want to eat early-born Guizi soup, this

That's it."

Han Youning picked up the spoon and ate it one bite at a time.

In her previous life, although she had a cave room to spend candle nights, no one fed her this early-born noble soup. The raw dumplings, no one asked her if she was alive. There was no one to eat the same bowl of the relieved noodles with her. He drank wine, and he didn't see anyone who drank with her.

She had been so painful and wronged, but how did she know that there was someone who had been silently guarding her behind her back and accompanying her to grieve.

She picked up the wine glass and said to Zhao Chengyuan, "Can I drink this wine?"

Zhao Chengyuan shook his head with a helpless smile, he picked up the bamboo tube and poured it for himself, and touched the cup with her, "Drink it if you want." Drink slowly, though."

He raised his glass and drank, but his eyes never took his eyes off her.

She held up the glass and drank it again, and the glass slapped the table again, "Good wine!"

After saying that, he went limp and lay down on the table.

Zhao Chengyuan reached over and held her, "Why are you disobedient."

He stopped and picked her up, and the girl in his arms softened, and his face fell into the crook of his arm and whimpered in a low voice, "Lord Wang...... Why didn't you recognize me sooner...... Don't tell me sooner ......."

Zhao Chengyuan stood there, looking at her deeply.

After a long time, Fang whispered, "You're still too young."

He carried her to the edge of the low couch, gently put her on the couch, and pulled the quilt to cover her.

After doing this, he went back to the table of the Eight Immortals, and ate the bowl of precocious Guizi soup with her bowl.

He picked up a dumpling, took a bite, chewed it and swallowed it slowly.

He looked at the small lump on the bed and said, "Raw."

With that, he laughed self-deprecatingly, picked up the bamboo tube and poured himself a drink.

The room was lit with sandalwood, and there was a soothing compassion.

The dark purple bamboo tubes were empty one after another, and the wine in the phoenix's eyes was a little stronger.

The wind and snow outside the window drifted into his eyes, a sad and desolate.

Ye Chang's voice came from outside the door, "Lord Wang, Chief Wu asks to see you."

With a flick of Zhao Chengyuan's hand, a dark grid was opened on the wall, and all the empty bamboo tubes fell into it, and they closed it randomly, without a trace.

He raised his hand again in the direction of the bed, and when the wind blew in his hand, the curtains on both sides of the bed spread out and enveloped the people above.

His eyes were clear, and he said softly, "Come in."

The door opened, and Ye Chang led Wu Jian in.

Wu Jian was followed by a little eunuch, holding all kinds of boxes and gift boxes in his hands.

Wu Jian bowed his waist and walked in front of Zhao Chengyuan, knelt down and kowtowed: "The slave congratulates the prince on his birthday."

Zhao Chengyuan drank the wine and hummed lightly, "Get up."

Wu Jian smiled and thanked him and got up, "The slave is on the orders of the emperor and the queen mother, and I have come to give you a birthday gift to the prince. The Queen Mother said, let you enter the palace for dinner at noon, and she asked the imperial dining room to prepare your favorite meals."

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Two or seven or eight o'clock later?