When Feng Yun entered the door, Si Hua and Lianqin lowered their heads.

In order to prevent the cold wind from entering, a thick curtain was hung in the house.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet.

Wen Xingsu's "waist" was extremely clear......

Feng Yun thought that he had seen him, smelled the smell of wine in the room, frowned, approached and sat on the soft wooden couch that she had personally arranged, motioned to Pinshu to bring the water, wrung out the handkerchief, and wiped Wen Xingsu's face with his own hands.

"Chun Yuyan is a madman, why should the eldest brother bother with him? He toasts you, and if you don't want to, you don't want to drink it, and you don't need to give him face. ”

The soft voice fainted into the ears, and there were vague shadows in the light and shadow, Wen Xingsu half-closed his eyes, opened them in a dreamlike trance, and closed them again.

"Let's go...... I'm not a gentleman......"

His throat was dry and his voice was hoarse.

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, laughed, and then bent down and saw through the veil and ordered Xiao Man.

"So drunk...... Go and let the stove cook a bowl of decanting soup for Da Langjun. ”

There was a faint woody fragrance in the wings of his nose, and Wen Xingsu was sure that he was not dreaming.

The waist is in front of him, taking care of him who is drunk......

Wen Xingsu stiffened for a moment, and pulled the quilt to cover his body.

"You go see the fireworks, leave me alone."

Feng Yun broke his hand and smiled lightly.

"You are my brother, I don't care about you, who cares about you?"

Feng Yun lifted the quilt he pressed against his neckline, wiped his neck, and said:

"After drinking the sobering soup and bathing, it will feel better. If he was uncomfortable again, he asked Dr. Yao to come over and take a look, and his medicine was not uncomfortable to eat. ”

"No need to ......" Wen Xingsu looked at the tent moving slightly, his eyes were dangling, and Feng Yun's shadow was all there.

The little hand rubbed against his skin from time to time, and the evil qi jumped up in waves, and the flames of lust seemed to burn from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He tugged at the futon with both hands helplessly, his dark eyes were as heavy as an ancient well, he restrained his breathing, and his Adam's apple rolled with him, sighing vaguely.

"Brother is causing you trouble."

Feng Yun didn't like him to be so foreign.

Glancing at Wen Xingsu's eyes, he felt that the drunken eldest brother had a particularly deep and charming look, and he couldn't help it for a while, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

The eldest brother is a humble gentleman, and his speech and demeanor have always been modest, and he never let people see his gaffe.

Growing so big, this is also the first time Feng Yun has seen him drunk like this.

"I know you're uncomfortable."

Feng Yun sat on the edge of the couch and stared at him.

"I also understand why you went crazy with Chun Yuyan."

Wen Xing's head was a little painful, making her mist-like apricot eyes stare at her, her heart was turbulent, and her emotions were extremely uncontrollable.

Sure enough, wine is easy to reverie......

It is like a man who has been trekking in the wilderness for a long time and thirsty to the extreme, when he suddenly sees a clear spring, he is covered in blood and screams, and his emotions are so impulsive that it is almost difficult to control himself.

Several times, he wanted to hold that soft white little hand, pull her into his arms, and talk about his lovesickness.

"Chinese New Year's Eve, family reunion. You, me, Chun Yuyan, the three of us...... It's been a year, but he's also homeless. The eldest brother took pity on him for being alone, thinking about his own ......"

Feng Yun didn't notice the change in Wen Xingsu's gaze, and said in a low voice, smiling again.

"This is also my own first year."

"Waist ......" Wen Xingsu held her hand, his palms were slightly sweaty, and his dark eyes were a little scarlet.

Feng Yun smiled bitterly, brushed his hand away, bent down, and wiped the fine sweat that had risen on his forehead again.

"Big brother doesn't need to comfort me. I haven't finished talking yet, and although it's the first time I've celebrated the New Year by myself, I like it very much. After Mother Bi left, I spent every New Year in Fengfu to be comfortable. ”

Wen Xing rolled up the empty palm.

"It's the eldest brother who didn't protect you."

"What nonsense?" When Feng Yun wiped his sweat, he noticed the heat on his body, and pushed the quilt to the side again.

"This kang is too hot, if you feel uncomfortable, I'll change the room for you?"

"It's good here." Wen Xing traced his back and sweated.

He knew very well that the heat on his body not only came from the kang on the ground, but also from the obsessions in his heart that he couldn't ask for.

Wen Xingsu hesitated for a moment, looked at his exposed hand, slowly retracted it, covered it in the quilt, and held it tightly.

Everything has been frozen.

He couldn't let this hand break it personally, exposing the wolf's ambitions......

The two of them talked for a while, Wen Xingsu's eyes were crimson, and he was a little strong, Feng Yun waited for the servant to bring the sobering soup, let Wen Xingsu drink it, and then asked Lianqin and Si Hua to take him to the bath, and walked out with Xiaoman.

The fireworks are running out.

Everyone in Nagato was very happy.

Everyone's face was filled with joyful emotions.

I don't see the flames.

She asked Xing Bing, "What about the son?" ”

Xing Bingdao: "The prince said that he was bored to watch, so he went back to rest." ”

Feng Yun bowed slightly, and his heart was suffocated for a moment.

The son of Yunchuan is used to being arrogant, everything is as good as he wants, and his partial family is not perfect.

But how many people can attain perfection in such a world?

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

Feng Yun raised his head, looking at the flying snow flying in the air under the night light, and the secret letter from Luo Yue floated in his mind.

The letter didn't say anything else, Feng Yun didn't know the source, but Luo Yue dared to take such a big risk and tell her about the future of the child in her belly and Wei Zheng's future, it must not be fake......

The problem is that the trip has been slowed down by heavy snowfall, and at this time, it may have already happened.

With thousands of obstacles and thousands of mountains and rivers, it is actually a little too late for her to do anything now......

But half an hour ago, she still called Lin Zhuo, told him to return to Beijing quickly......

"The Son, the Son......"

Suddenly there was a shout from behind.

Feng Yun turned around and swept past the figure of the person standing under the eaves, slightly startled.

Chun Yuyan didn't know when he came over again, wearing a long brocade robe, tall and long, and his delicate facial features were covered by a mask and looked a little weird, but the beautiful eyes that were indistinguishable from each other were like the exquisite carving of a painter's pen, dyed with a glamorous atmosphere in the night light, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, which was even more bewitching.

"It's fast to talk about people behind your back."

Feng Yun looked at him in the eye, and was stunned in his heart before reacting.

Chun Yuyan was scolding her.

But what she just said to Wen Xingsu, Chun Yuyan shouldn't know?

Unless, he or his people, hiding under the back window of Wen Xingsu's house......

smiled, Feng Yun didn't bother to deny it.

"The prince doesn't sleep at night and listens to the corner?"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

Chun Yuyan's voice was lazy, dragging a long tail note, saying that he flicked his sleeves heavily, turned away, and left Feng Yun with a meaningful look, extremely cold, if it weren't for the Chinese New Year's Eve, how happy people were, with that mask could scare people out of illness.

Feng Yun touched his tight throat, saluted him from afar, and said with a smile:

"The son of the world walks slowly."

This gentle voice was like a gentle spring breeze, and it was heard tightly in the back of the flame.

After a pause, he walked away again.

Feng Yun breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xiao Man: "Let's go, go back to the house." ”

Both of them left one after the other.

Not far away, Jiang Yin, who was setting off fireworks with Nankui, turned around, until Nankui pulled her, and her stiff body relaxed.

"Here we are."

-

Chukyo.

Snow is falling.

On the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Li Zongxun succeeded Yuanshuo, the eldest son of King Runan, who was only four years old, to the name of Emperor Xifeng, knelt down and called Li Sangruo "Queen Mother", performed a great ceremony, and recorded it in the genealogy.

He was so fast that he didn't even wait to negotiate the nickname of the little emperor who had just been in Bintian.

Li Sangruo sat in His Highness and received tea weakly, and returned to the apse and wept bitterly.

"People have mothers, today they recognize the mourning family as their mother, and change the children to grow up and do things, maybe who will be honored......"

She lost her temper.

Tang Shaogong watched as usual, and when she finished getting angry, he asked, "Does Your Highness have any other methods?" ”

Li Sangruo glared at him, angry.

Without her biological son, she really has no better way, if she doesn't recognize Yuan Shuo as her son, she won't have any reliance......

"The mourners just don't want to make wedding dresses for others."

Tang Shaogong said calmly: "Your Highness, rest assured. In the cold winter, Princess Runan, who lost her child, also became ill. ”

Li Sangruo stopped his eyes and looked up at him, the corners of his lips twitched, revealing a weird smile.

"Uncle Shaogong, he is really a cold-blooded person."

Tang Shaogong's face was expressionless, "Your Highness doesn't like this arrangement, the servant can think of other ways." ”

"No need." Li Sangruo lay down lazily and looked at the top of the tent with his eyes open, "How are you going to deal with Pei Lang?" ”

Tang Shaogong looked at him strangely.

"Your Highness is still thinking about him?"

Li Sangruo snorted, "The mourning family must know, what fate have you arranged for him?" ”

Tang Shaogong said: "The prime minister has his own opinions. Your Highness is still weak, so let's live and raise it. ”

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the wind and snow did not stop, and the beams and roofs were full of snow.

Before dawn, a fast horse stepped through the long street and galloped into the inner city in the wind and snow.

"Newspaper—"

"The Beirong Tribal Alliance, coming to invade the northwest of the Great Jin!"