Duting Station is a pavilion station set up by the Song Dynasty in Kaifeng Mansion in Tokyo to receive foreign envoys.

It is said that the standard of the Song Dynasty's welcome is extremely high, and there is a saying that "all wine is offered, and four dishes are used".

This means that every glass of wine is replaced with four new dishes, and the feast is extremely rich.

After arriving at Dutingyi, it was the reason why Honglu Temple was responsible for the appointment of the court after the Western Xia.

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty had decreed that three days later he would receive the envoys of Western Xia in the Changchun Palace.

At that time, with today's national conditions, only the Khitan envoy of Daliao could submit a letter of state into the inner hall, and accept the banquet of the emperor of the Song Dynasty in the inner hall.

Even Helian Tieshu has never had a good impression of Song Ting, but he can't find the slightest fault this time.

After the officials of the Song court left, Helian Tieshu instructed everyone not to leave the post house easily until they met the emperor of the Song court, and then did not let everyone go down to rest.

in the house.

Looking out the window in the distance, the city of Tokyo was bustling, although Murong Fu had been here more than once, but it was far from being as lively as today, his thoughts gradually let go, and he couldn't help but drift to a family.

At night, the whole of Tokyo is still lit up with clouds and clouds, and the cars and horses are crowded, and you can't stop.

Just when Murong Fu sighed at the wealth of Tokyo and was really dazzled, a figure suddenly appeared behind him, and after seeing the jade pendant on Murong Fu's waist, he immediately knelt on one knee.

"My subordinates have seen the head of the house."

Murong Fu slowly removed the mask on his face, revealing that handsome face.

"Three days of retreat, no need to see people, you know?"

Throwing the mask to the other party, Murong Fu said in an indifferent tone.

"Yes!"

After the man picked up the mask on the ground, he slowly hid his figure in the dark, and if no one entered the room, he would not deliberately show his body.

This man is none other than the Assassin of the Shadow Building.

Since Murong Fu came to Tokyo, he naturally couldn't help but see Li Qingzhao, but fortunately, he didn't use his original face, just change someone to replace him.

Murong Fu, who left the post house, strolled through the street market where the lights and moons were shining, and Luo Qi's fragrance was in a particularly good mood.

In a short time, he came to a mansion.

After thinking about it, Murong Fu performed light skills, sneaked into the mansion from the high wall, and came to an elegant courtyard with ease.

In the room, Li Qingzhao was secretly obsessed with the portrait on the table, with a pot of sake in his hand, sipping a cup of tea from time to time, a touch of red on his cheeks, and with the steaming of wine, his eyes were blurred, adding a bit of charm and charm.

Looking at the begonia flowers in the courtyard that were damaged by the spring rain, but still swaying and colorful, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but think of the few words with the maid when he woke up in the morning today.

For a moment, she picked up the pen and began to inscribe poems on the portrait.

I saw that her brushstrokes were light and her handwriting was beautiful, almost in one go, and there was no lack of charm.

After she stopped writing, she picked up the scroll in her hand and couldn't stop admiring it.

The beauty on the painting is herself, and the inscription below is the word "Murong Fu".

Looking at the extra lines of small characters on it, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but read it softly.

"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Do you know, do you know? ”

“…… It should be green, fat, red and thin. ”

Carefully tasting this lyric, Li Qingzhao cherished the flowers for a while, and the sorrow was sad for a while, and he couldn't help sighing.

"The word 'know' is so delicious, this new language is only afraid that the scribes of the world will not be rewarded by the festival, and there is no one who can do it."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, Li Qingzhao was startled at first, then turned around, and saw the person who was in his heart standing behind him.

"Brother Murong!"

Li Qingzhao only felt as if he was in a dream, and it was not until he threw himself into the other party's arms and felt the incomparably familiar breath that he believed that everything in front of him was not false.

Murong Fu hugged the delicate body of the person in his arms, smelled the faint smell of wine on the other party's body, and couldn't help laughing: "You are so Yaxing, you can write this shocking poem after a few drinks, which really makes today's scribes ashamed." ”

Li Qingzhao heard his joke, and his pretty face turned even redder, but seeing that Murong Fu admired his new lyrics so much, he couldn't help but raise his little face to look at him and ask, "Brother Murong, is my lyrics really good?" ”

Murong Fu leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead, and said with a smile: "It's almost expressive, enough to make the world call it." ”

In fact, Li Qingzhao also thinks that this poem is very good, but she prefers to listen to Murong Fu praise herself, and after being satisfied, her face is also filled with a happy smile.

Murong Fu saw that there was a faint flush on her cream-like skin, most likely because she was drunk, she walked to the desk, drank a glass of herself, and said, "How much have you drunk such a strong wine?" ”

Li Qingzhao said a little shyly: "It's not that I often get drunk alone, and occasionally borrow wine to express my ......."

She didn't want Murong Fu to have a bad impression of herself because of this, and her voice became quieter and quieter.

Murong Fu said with a smile: "Drinking alcohol hurts your body, don't be greedy!" ”

"Got it!"

Li Qingzhao nodded, indicating that he would definitely not be next time.

Murong Fu looked at her, and couldn't help but think of the task assigned by the system, thinking that if Li Qingzhao practiced the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra and followed the health preservation method in it, maybe he would be able to quit this wine.

It's not that he thinks there's anything wrong with drinking, it's just that it's a little worrying that she's used to drinking alone.

It is not difficult to see from Fang Cai's poem alone that she was drunk once either yesterday or recently.

Listening to Murong Fu's earnest admonition, Li Qingzhao not only didn't feel the slightest nagging, but was very happy, just sitting in the other party's arms like this, gently leaning on the other party's chest, with indescribable sweet love in his heart.

After that, Li Qingzhao told him a lot of interesting things during this period of time, and Murong Fu thought about it, and did not tell the other party about his experience in Western Xia for the time being, but talked about what he saw and heard in the rivers and lakes.

Li Qingzhao listened very interestingly, and said bluntly, hoping that one day, he would wander the rivers and lakes with him and experience the customs and customs of various places.

Murong Fu naturally didn't want to touch her heart, so he responded one by one.

When it comes to the depths, when the love is strong, the two warm lip flaps are also involuntarily attached together.

Although it was not the first time he had been so intimate with Murong Fu, Li Qingzhao seemed to be extra active this time, the slightly drunk smell of wine, coupled with the faint fragrance on her body, Murong Fu couldn't help but breathe heavier, and looked at the eyes of the beautiful woman in his arms, full of love.

"Qingzhao ......"

After a long time, Murong Fu was about to say something, but Li Qingzhao had already stretched out his soft fingers against his lips, and the deep affection in his eyes already explained everything.

The corners of Murong Fu's mouth raised slightly, and he picked up the beautiful woman in his arms and walked to the bed......