West Wing room.

Warm wine and listen to the crackling noise in the next two days.

She put out the lamp early and pretended to be asleep, regardless of what they were doing.

As the night grew darker, the waiters outside kept whispering:

"Shopkeeper Wen is also true. The two CHILDES quarreled so fiercely that they didn't care!"

"Don't dare to talk. This is a wonderful person. The princess is lying in bed now!"

"As soon as the prince met her, the manager came to deliver a message. Let's be careful..."

After lying on the couch for such a while, Wen Jiu did nothing and became the "cruel role" of those people.

In front of the king of Nanning, she was like a fish in water. Without saying anything, the beautiful people around her were also jealous of it. She was so jealous that others almost vomited blood. However, she was light hearted and slept by herself.

If it's like this in someone else's house, how can you really say sleep!

Wen Jiu rubbed the jade card between his sleeves and remembered what Zhao Li said.

A good king, as like as two peas, had his own fief, and he was restless and half lived. Instead, he had to stir up the crowd and even hit the idea of wine.

Wen Jiu couldn't figure it out: can this jade plate be as important as the jade seal if it is useful?

The king of Nanning has this idea and means, which is not as good as spending it on those people in the imperial capital.

Zhao Li is not smart enough. Otherwise, Zhao Yi would not have been the emperor at the beginning, but he was driven to this remote land.

But Xie Heng also said that it was about his life.

Wen Jiu thought about the relationship between them. He always felt that he wanted to miss something. For a moment, he couldn't remember.

Suddenly.

Someone came in through the window in the dark.

Warm wine put the green jade card into his sleeve and suddenly sat up before he could lift the curtain.

The visitor had leaned in and sat by the couch, "little Lord, it's me."

The wind was slow and the curtain was flying.

The moonlight passes through the small porch window. The room is dark. You can only see ye Zhiqiu's fuzzy face. It seems that the man is getting darker and darker, but his eyes are very bright.

The warm wine heart calmed down a little, pressed back the sentence "I'm not your little Lord" again, and remained silent for a moment.

She couldn't help asking, "what are you doing here?"

"Those little girls all said that the three of us were you..." Ye Zhiqiu racked his brains for a long time before he continued: "man, yes! Man pet! Last night, they all stayed in your house all night. It should be my turn tonight."

Warm wine, slightly pumping from the corner of his mouth, "who told you this came in turn?"

Ye Da grew up in Feiyun stronghold when he was a child. He is very good at fighting and teaching people. Unfortunately, he is too straightforward. No matter what happens, he can speak directly to her.

It was speechless to warm the wine.

Ye Zhiqiu said, "as my brothers said before, the emperor's little beauties came in line to sleep with me in turn! Most of those who can't get round are not very good-looking. I think I look good too, so I won't get round..."

Wenjiu couldn't help laughing and crying. He couldn't help rubbing the center of his eyebrows.

Ye Zhiqiu sat beside his couch and continued to talk like a loyal minister and good general: "Hey, little Lord, I don't want to say you. Raising beautiful women is not a big deal, but it's not a good thing if there are more and more beautiful women in the backyard in the future and they still make such a fuss..." when ye Da was a parent until he was 20 years old, he carried a knife and fought with people every day, It's the first time in my life that I want to be so kind and admonish. It's really a little difficult for me.

But Sheng Wenjiu also had a ghost like expression on his face.

Ye Zhiqiu scratched her hair, lowered her voice and asked, "do you know what I'm talking about?"

Warm wine and silence.

Ye Zhiqiu said, "you spoil that. You're really bad tempered! Sanxian is just a temporary male pet. He can't hold it. If you add new people in your backyard, he can't lift the roof!"

Warm wine: "

She almost blurted out: Xie Xiaoyan often lifts the roof.

At this time, ye Zhiqiu took off his outer shirt and spread it on the ground beside the couch. He lay on it and asked her in some distress, "are you a good-looking person with a strange temper?"

Wenjiu thought, "maybe."

"Then I still like Sanxian, so I don't like to talk." Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile, "that little white face is good-looking, but ordinary people can't bear it."

Wen Jiu looked at her for a while and couldn't help thinking:

If ye Zhiqiu knew in the future that this little white face with the worst temper was the little Lord who had been waiting for her for 20 years, what would be her state of mind?

Warm wine usually talks a lot, especially when doing business.

But in front of Ye Da, she is always silent because of her guilty heart. However, ye Zhiqiu still thinks that she is a young and mature person and is a rare and stable person.

Speaking of it, I always feel a little sorry for others.

But now, they are all staying in the Royal Palace in Nanning. If there is a slight difference, they may give their lives here.

After thinking about it, she decided to leave Yunzhou safely and then talk to Ye Zhiqiu about her innocence.

In this way, ye Zhiqiu kept talking and Wenjiu sighed silently.

One is sleeping on the couch and the other is lying on the outer shirt.

The moonlight filled the courtyard, and the night wind bridge was quiet.

When both of them were sleepy, a scream broke through the moonlight, which was very sad and made people cold behind.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly got up and looked out of the window. The dark guards on the eaves and the guards on the night patrol of the palace rushed in the same direction.

Warm wine opened the curtain and looked at Ye Zhiqiu, "what happened?"

"I'll go out and have a look." Ye Zhiqiu received the incessant energy and said positively, "little Lord, continue to sleep and don't go out. Just think nothing has happened."

Warm wine whispered, "OK."

Ye Zhiqiu turned over the window and quickly disappeared into the night.

Wen Jiu looked out of the window at the boundless night, and his plain white fingers unconsciously crossed the weft of the curtain.

Suddenly I was worried.

Is it Xie Heng who made the noise?

On this big night, there were a lot of footsteps all around, obviously coming to the west wing.

She couldn't help but get up and stay. As soon as she took a step to the window, she ran into the boy who turned over the window.

The night is like ink, warm wine can't see his face clearly.

Thinking that ye Zhiqiu had gone and returned, he couldn't help asking, "how did you... Come back so soon?"

"Who has been here?" the young man stepped forward and was covered with moonlight. His gorgeous face was hidden in the dark night. There were thousands of stars in a pair of amber.

There was a faint smell of blood on him.

Wen Jiuwei was stunned, "how do you..."

Before saying a word, the boy suddenly reached out and hugged her, tightly, as if he had embedded her into his body.

Warm wine was almost out of breath. He opened his apricot eyes and lost all his pajamas for a moment.

The young man's cool lips fell gently on the tip of her nose. His voice was low and hoarse. He asked like a coax, "ah Jiu, tell me, who are you waiting for?"