In a side room, three people stared at each other around a table.

Nanbei looked at the book very quietly, pinching the finger bones at the corners of the page with excessive force, causing constant snorting sounds, betraying the unpeace in his heart.

Qianqin stared at the porcelain cup in his hand in a daze boredly, completely unconsciously freed up the world of the two.

The refuge played with the strings of the zither with a blank expression.

For a while, the atmosphere was deadlocked.

Qianqin, who was looking forward to some charming stories, finally couldn't stand this suffocating atmosphere and took the lead in speaking.

"Can you give me some movement, aren't you two childhood sweethearts?"

"Shut up. Nanbei slapped the book on the table, and Qianqin immediately shut up.

The conversion on the side finally reacted, looking at the demeanor of the two people in the room, frowning slightly: "My temper has grown." ”

Naturally, it is said that the north and the south, and it is rare to find people who can use a book to make the eldest grandson of the Qian's family obediently shut up, and it is also because of Qianqin that he can endure and sit here.

Whether he is the master behind the scenes of the Qinglou, or he has taken care of himself over the years, if it weren't for the signboard of the Qian's family, those officials who were dazzled by beauty would have already been overlorded, and they would naturally be respected at this time.

Of course, she didn't know that if it weren't for a general surnamed Zhao, she might have fallen into the mouth of a tiger at this time... Well, you can also use sheep into the clouds.

Nanbei, who had just made a great effort, immediately wilted, looked at her upside-down willow eyebrows, and pursed her lips.

"It's still so fierce..."

This sentence is like the last stubbornness before the embankment bursts, and after that moment of perseverance, the flood is monstrous.

"You still dare to say about me!"

"How many years have you been away from Beijing, have you counted the days!"

"Huangfu Wuyong, you promised to marry me!"

Words are like scattered beaded curtains, resounding frequently in the small and remote room.

Qianqin's eyes widened, and the expression on his face was very exciting.

The conversion choked up as he spoke, and the cotton blanket covering his slender feet slipped to the ground.

When the story comes here, most of the time when men need to show their desire to protect, but no matter how Young Master Qian coughs and hints, Nanbei Sits on the stool indifferently.

"Huangfu Wuyong, you don't coax me!"

"You're like this every time..."

The weeping refuge quickly returned to a frosty cold, and the mist that was about to come out only stayed in the eye sockets and quickly dissipated into the air.

However, there is one thing that cannot be changed, that is, the cotton blanket fell to the ground, and the pair of jade feet, which had already been given poetry and sighed by countless scholars, were once again exposed to the two men at close range.

Qianqin turned his head away, but he kept peeking at it.

The north and the south carefully admired, and always felt that they couldn't see enough.

Refuge looked at them expressionlessly and said, "Is it good-looking?"

The eyes of the two couldn't help but brighten up a little, nodded again and again, and praised: "It's really good-looking." ”

Refuge looked at the two of them with a natural look, pulled the corners of his mouth, bent down to pick up the cotton blanket, and walked straight out.

...

"Why don't you chase it out?" asked Qianqin with some puzzlement.

"When my father died, when I married her. ”

The answer was not the question, but Qian Qin nodded appreciatively and expressed his support.

"North and South, you this year.... ”

"She was three years older than me. ”

still didn't answer the question, and even rushed to answer, but obviously said it to the heart again, and Qianqin walked out satisfied.

...

...

Yun Zhao held his chin, kept sending red oil kelp silk into his mouth, and hesitated for a moment: "Will Nanbei kill me?"

"Lustful people, everyone will be punished!" Qian Qin grabbed a piece of pig's trotter and dipped it in balsamic vinegar.

Yun Zhao retorted in a low voice: "It's obviously a trick you set for me!"

"Everyone in the world knows that you watched the beauty bleed from your nose, but no one knows that I exchanged my sword for you for a night of spring supper. The tone was thick with disdain.

Qianqin called his buddy, added a pot of soup pig's trotters, was in a good mood, and continued: "Besides, my sword was thrown back by the general!"

As soon as the words fell, the two seemed to remember something.

Yun Zhao, who woke up in a coma that night, knew that General Zhao broke the game for them, the bureau was naturally a killing game, and after a little scrutiny, he knew that it was Huangfu Xuan's means, and when he entered Chang'an, the county lord could not kill him, and his own pawns were naturally up and down.

This is also the reason why Qianqin asked not to leave the courtyard without permission in those days, naturally to protect Yunzhao's safety, but with the advent of the first test of Qiuqiu, he has not noticed any movement of assassination in the past few days.

Thinking about it this way, it is estimated that Zhao Yanmo has played a role in it, no matter how powerful the North Division where Huangfu Xuan is located, the Tang Military Department will always be a mountain, and no one can despise it.

For the time being, I can't figure out what Li Hongtang took from the Qianmu grassland, causing a fire and even burning on his head, Yun Zhao thought of Huangfu Xuan, and soon remembered the north and south, one who was a father drove away his son, and the other who was a son wanted his father to die early, it was a perfect match.

...

Yun Zhao quickly got out of his distress, this kind of thing either took a knife to ask for an explanation, or was held by a knife on his neck, so he quickly adjusted his mentality and picked up the previous topic.

The young man pointed to his eyes and said innocently: "I am good at discovering beautiful eyes, how can I be a villain who covets my friend's wife?"

Messing around always plays its due role at a given moment.

Qian Qin smiled when he heard this, cleaned his hands with a hot towel, and pointed out the window.

"It's not fun for you to play such tricks with me. ”

"Yo yo yo, dare to ask your Excellency who is it?"

The restaurant where the two are located is noisy, and if you look closely, there are wine restaurants on both sides of the road, and the authentic Kyoto idlers gather to eat, simply put, they are drinking two or two wines and chatting about the emperor's family affairs.

Chang'an people are naturally the proudest of the Tang people, the most depressed moment is to have pride but can not express, so Chang'an people love to set up their hearts for heaven and earth on the wine table, and to establish their lives for the people of the world.

Now there are still interesting stories of Yaoxian's banquet between the tables of these wine shops, and the laughter and scolding are all heartfelt praise for the young man with a sword and a beard.

Qian Qin slowly straightened up, pushed open the window on his side, and raised his eyebrows.

"Young Master Qian has returned to Beijing!"

A loud roar resounded through the streets,

The noisy noise quickly died down, and the whole street seemed to stand still in the autumn wind.

If it weren't for the fact that a few fallen leaves were passing by in the wind, Yun Zhao would even begin to wonder if he was in a dream.

The pretty lady who was holding an oil-paper umbrella along the street and preparing to go to the suburbs to enjoy the autumn hurriedly dropped the paper umbrella, picked up the skirt, and hurriedly turned back.

The idlers hurriedly poured the last sip of wine in the pot, carrying the uneaten peanuts, and shouting the words 'Young Master Qian' as they ran.

Yun Zhao propped himself up on the window lattice, looking at the fleeing crowd scattered on the street, and the message that spread almost like a wartime military order, and swallowed his throat with difficulty.

Qian Qin put down his hands that were caged around his mouth and picked up the hot towel again.

"Let's get acquainted with it again, and it's the first thing to do in Shimo-Kyoto. ”