Night fell quickly, and Song Qing'an looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and his heart beat faster and faster.

It was also Zhuyan's luck, he met on the road earlier and learned about Pei Qing's news from him.

He was free tonight, and He Nian promised to talk to Pei Qing about it.

The bead curtain sounded softly, and it was bamboo smoke that entered the inner hall. She walked lightly, carrying a food box that had already been packed.

"Princess, it's all taken care of, you can go."

I don't know what excuse Zhuyan used to send those palace people out, Song Qing'an was still in a trance until he was led into Ningshui Garden by Liu Quan.

None of the expected thrills happened, and everything went smoothly beyond the ordinary.

Thinking about it, most of this is due to Pei Qing, and the bamboo smoke can't speak among the palace people sent by Liu Qiyun, and even the sedan chair that came to pick up Song Qing'an was also sent by Pei Qing.

Song Qingan lowered his head and looked at the food box in his hand, and his heart, which was still worried, suddenly settled down.

Maybe...... It's not as scary as she thinks.

She has come to this point, what are she afraid of?

The light in front of her was approaching, Song Qingan raised her head, Liu Quan walked a few steps ahead of her, and gently knocked on the door a few times.

"Lord Palm Print, Princess Zhaoding has arrived."

"Enter."

Liu Quan pushed open the door in response, and Song Qingan looked at it at a glance and saw Pei Qing behind the table.

This is Pei Qing's study, with a rosewood table in the center, on which the books are folded and stacked, followed by a bookshelf, which occupies almost the entire wall. There are incense burners and candles on each side, and even at night they are as bright as day.

Pei Qing is writing something, he is dressing more casually at this hour, and when he lowers his eyes and writes, he looks like a noble son.

Song Qing'an quickly retracted his gaze, obediently lowered his head and stepped in, and Liu Quan intimately closed the door behind him. The house is warm but there is no charcoal basin, I want to come...... It's a ground dragon.

Song Qing'an secretly calculated that the rosewood was also a royal item, and Pei Qing's here was really not much different from the emperor's specifications.

"What is the princess standing there for?" Pei Qing lifted his eyelids, and broke the image of a noble son with one mouth, "I almost forgot." We should congratulate the princess on being crowned, right...... Princess Zhaoding. ”

Song Qingan naturally heard that Pei Qing was laughing at her, but she had been fully prepared for this before she came. She only didn't know, and thanked with a smile: "Thank you Pei Zhangji." ”

She walked slowly to the bookcase, opened the food box, took out the contents and titheed them one by one, and put them on the bookcase.

"I got a pot of good wine, so I wanted to taste it with Pei Zhangyin."

Pei Qing glanced at the jade pot on the case, the wine had not yet been poured out, and the rich aroma was already wafting. It's supposed to be an old wine, and it's a good wine indeed.

"How did the princess get it? The concubine ...... I don't think we will give them any of these things, will they? ”

"Naturally not," Song Qing'an pursed her lips and smiled, the pear vortex was shallow, and she said as she poured the wine, "This is what my mother left behind." ”

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows, and the things of the concubine were related to the Lu family. She was a little bold enough to hand him the handle.

"My mother told me that this is the old custom of the Lu family. This wine can only be opened on the day of the daughter's wedding. ”

As he spoke, Song Qing'an had already filled the wine cup. She put down the jade pot and handed it to Pei Qing with one hand.

"Today, His Majesty has given me a title, and I am afraid that the appointment date is approaching, so I want to ......"

Pei Qing had stretched out his hand, but he didn't immediately take the wine cup, and the two of them folded their fingertips. Song Qingan didn't say anything, but he didn't say anything.

Her face was calm, but her heart was beating fast. She looked at Pei Qing's hand, the knuckles were slender and pale, the wrist bones were thin, and the neat lines stretched upwards and disappeared in the sleeves.

She stared at the hand, hoping it would take it quickly.

"Thanks to the princess's wrong love, our family is really flattered."

Pei Qing said this, but he didn't look "frightened" at all, and took the wine cup very calmly. Seeing this, Song Qing was slightly relieved.

"I'll make a toast." Song Qingan raised his sleeves to hide his face and drank the wine in the cup. The rich wine made her dizzy for a moment, and Song Qingan poured the wine cup slightly and showed Pei Qing the empty bottom of the glass.

Pei Qing lowered her eyes and chuckled, but did not move. He only sniffed the aroma and sighed in his heart.

The Lu family is aged, and the fruit is worthy of its name.

Song Qing'an picked up the jade pot again, but slowly approached Pei Qing's side. She gently put Pei Qing on the shoulder, while adding wine to herself.

The wine cup made a crisp and delicate sound when it was touched, and Song Qingan leaned over slightly and clinked glasses with Pei Qing.

"This cup, Xie Pei's palm print rescues."

After speaking, Song Qingan drank the wine in the cup again.

Pei Qing still didn't move, Song Qingan didn't care, and poured himself a third cup.

"This cup of ......" Song Qing'an put the jade pot on the table, slowly pasted it into Pei Qing's arms, and spilled the wine slightly with a movement, wetting a small piece of clothes, "...... Xie Pei's palm print is willing to accept my affection. ”

Pei Qing's hand holding the lamp was in front of him, Song Qingan hooked his lips and smiled, clinking glasses with him. Then, as on the previous two occasions, she simply drank it down.

After three glasses of alcohol, her eyes were a little blurry, her face was red, and she was like peach blossom juice. The wine moistened the lips, and under the candlelight, the red lips showed a little sparkle.

The aroma of wine is mixed with the fragrance of Yuelin on Song Qing'an's body, and she is more intoxicating than aging.

Pei Qing grabbed Song Qing'an's shoulder with one hand, her whole body was soft, and he suspected that as long as he let go, Song Qing'an would be able to slide down.

He looked down at Song Qing'an's face, and finally raised his hand and drank the wine.

"Then our family, thank the princess for her love."

Seeing that Pei Qing finally drank the wine, Song Qingan was completely relieved. She was already a little drunk, so she was more outgoing.

Pei Qing saw the person in his arms suddenly smile, like a cloud breaking through the moon, and the eyes looking at him were even more affectionate, as if he was really happy.

"Is Pei Zhangyin happy?"

Song Qing'an asked softly, without waiting for Pei Qing to answer, her long eyelashes drooped, and she was a little charming and shy: "If Pei Zhangyin is happy, I will be happy." ”

She felt her hands tighten over her shoulders, and a triumphant smile crossed her lowered eyes.

"The princess is drunk."

Pei Qing's eyes were deep, and he couldn't see any emotion. Song Qing'an's hand then climbed up and hooked his neck.

"Yes," Song Qing'an leaned over, his cheeks were very close to Pei Qing, almost grinding his ears and temples.

"Whether you're drunk or awake, it's good to be able to go back to my heart."

The crow-like eyelashes seemed to be able to sweep Pei Qing, Song Qingan muttered, and kissed him lightly at the corner of his lips.

Her head was starting to get dizzy and she couldn't hold on any longer. Song Qingan closed his eyes at the right time and leaned on Pei Qing's arms to relax.

While she was still conscious, she vaguely heard what Pei Qing said.

“…… Snow feast. ”

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When Song Qing'an woke up again, he had already returned to the dormitory of Changning Palace. The clothes on her body had been changed, and she felt quite lazy, and although she woke up, she did not want to get up.

But Bamboo Smoke heard the movement and came and lifted the curtain.

"I ...... yesterday"

"It was Master Palm Print who asked the princess to send her back," Zhuyan took water for Song Qing'an to rinse her mouth, and continued, "The princess can't be like this in the future, the maid looked, the princess was very drunk yesterday." ”

Song Qingxin sighed, her alcohol consumption was indeed not very good, and she poured three glasses. But Pei Qing sent her back, but it was a little unexpected.

She had thought that if she really wanted to spend the night there, she would be fine.

Song Qing'an responded to the bamboo smoke indiscriminately, rinsed his mouth and lay back again. Zhuyan held the back of her neck, and couldn't help but say, "Don't sleep, princess, the people from the Needlework Bureau will come in a while." ”

Song Qing'an was confused, and some time ago, the Needlework Bureau came and said that he wanted to tailor her......

She frowned and reluctantly got out of bed.