MTL - Pihanjin-Chapter 24

In the banquet hall of Prince Qi's mansion, the lights were brilliant tonight, and almost all the high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the dynasty gathered together.

Among the blue and purple quilts in the hall, the most conspicuous one was Xie Changgeng, the host and guest tonight.

He will leave the capital and return to Hexi tomorrow morning, and the prestigious King of Qi has specially set up this evening banquet for him. During the intertwining of Gongchou, there was a lot of singing and singing, and everyone toasted Xie Changgeng, laughing and flattering.

After three rounds of drinking, Xie Changgeng got up and left the table. When he came back and passed a curved corridor leading to the banquet hall, there was one more person under the empty steps. The moonlight shone on the snow-white face, and his eyes stared faintly. It is Zhao Xitai, the heir of the Prince of Qi, who cares about himself.

Xie Changgeng walked over.

"Xie Changgeng, there are so many people in there. They toast you, practice for you, and flatter you. But who do you think you are? The Queen Mother doesn't need you anymore, I'll see how you end up."

Zhao Xitai said behind him.

The grandson of the king has many lovers.

Xie Changgeng knew very well why the prince of Qi, who had never met before, was so resentful of himself.

Such provocation of words, for Xie Changgeng after the age of fourteen, was not eye-catching at all, so why bother.

But tonight, perhaps because of the drinking, he remembered that the woman had already had a crush on him when he promised him the engagement, and remembered the name of the person she called in her dream that night, and suddenly his face became hot. The youthful spirit, momentarily tyrannical.

He slowly stopped, turned his head, looked at Zhao Xitai for a moment, walked back and stopped in front of him.

"So what? Your father didn't treat me as a giant robber, this lackey, as a guest of honor?" he said.

"Zhao Shizi, you may not see my fate in the future. But now you don't seem to be very good."

"The woman you want is a rare beauty? It's a pity, she is mine. All you can do is hide in a corner and miss her. Even sending her a letter has to be your mother's. name."

He looked at Zhao Xitai, whose face was stiff under the moonlight, with a deliberately malicious smile on his face.

"I'll be nice to her. You can rest assured."

He patted Zhao Xitai on the shoulder, turned around and walked away.

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Xie Changgeng returned very late that night, with the smell of alcohol from practicing the banquet, he should have drank a lot of wine. He entered the bath room, changed his clothes and came out. He went straight to the couch as usual, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After being busy for most of the night, Mu Fulan had been waiting for him to come back, and he was drunk.

Ye Ji was deep, and the sound of drums in the deep alley could be heard faintly. Mu Fulan was awake, across the tent, looking at the faint moonlight that filled the window. When he was in a trance, he suddenly heard a slight rustling sound from the opposite couch. Looking around, he saw that it was Xie Changgeng. The quilt covering him slid to the ground.

The two of them were separated from each other and slept in separate beds. This was no secret to the people who served by Mu Fulan's side. Mother Mu knew that the couch was too short for Xie Changgeng, so she had already made another couch at the end of the couch. Long is enough, but still see narrow. At this moment he turned over, and the quilt slid down.

The air on the winter night was cold, and the figure on the couch was sound asleep, unaware and motionless.

After watching for a long time, Mu Fulan finally got off the bed, walked closer, and picked up the quilt that had fallen on the ground.

The man was lying on his back with his eyes closed, his face turned slightly inward, and most of it was hidden in the darkness. The hazy night outlines a silhouette of his young and handsome face.

Mu Fulan leaned against the couch and put the quilt back before touching his body. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

It was as fast as lightning, and before Mu Fulan could react, he felt his wrist tighten, and he was grabbed by him.

His hand was so strong that it hurt her to the bone.

Surprised, she endured the pain and said, "It's me. Your quilt fell off, and I'll cover it for you."

The hand holding her wrist slowly loosened and let go of her.

Mu Fulan immediately took a step back.

He woke up completely soon, sat up slowly, and said, "Is there any water." His voice was low and dry.

Mu Fulan lit the candle, poured water, and handed it to him.

He drank and lay back again. After a while, he closed his eyes and asked her, who was still standing nearby, "What else do you do?"

Mu Fulan said, "Thank you for helping me, I'm very grateful."

He didn't respond, still closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep again.

Mu Fulan stood for a moment, returned to the table, and blew out the candle.

The light in the room dimmed again, leaving only a patch of moonlight shining through the window.

She turned around and was about to go back to the bed, when she heard a voice behind her, "Mister Mu, send a letter to your brother, tell him to be honest, and don't think about anything that shouldn't happen, lest he really cause trouble. Upper body. If he finds his own way, no one will be able to save him."

Mu Fulan's heart skipped a beat and slowly turned back towards the hazy figure on the couch.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"Small intellect but big in strategy, small in strength but heavy in responsibility, such people usually die very quickly. If they are in a high position again, the calamity will be worse. If I don't degrade your brother, whether it is ability or king skills, it is far worse. Your father, king. He honestly defends his success, and your Mu family can still continue to be this king. If he doesn't know himself, and thinks about turning against Empress Liu on his own, the country will only be destroyed in the morning."

He pushed the quilt away and the man sat up.

"The first time he saw me, he showed his dissatisfaction. Now four years have passed, except for his growing dissatisfaction and resentment towards me, I don't think he has made any progress."

Mu Fulan understood that he was only talking in general terms, not that he knew what Changsha was doing secretly.

She said, "So what should Changsha do in the future?"

Xie Changgeng did not say anything.

"You also know that Empress Liu sees me as a thorn in the eyes of Mrs. Mu. Even if my brother Wang doesn't turn his back, why do you want to add guilt to you? Is it time to sit back and wait for death?"

"The last time I went through Zhang Ban's path, I was lucky enough to avoid the military disaster. I have been relying on him to lobby Empress Liu? I am afraid that Zhang Ban is not so capable."

she said again.

Xie Changgeng snorted, "One Zhang Ban can save you from a military disaster, is it that I, Xie Changgeng, are not as good as Zhang Ban?"

"You mean, are you still willing to protect my Changsha country?" she asked.

"What's so difficult for me to protect a country like Changsha for you?" he replied to her.

Perhaps it was because of his drunkenness. In this quiet late night, the tone of his voice to her showed a rare arrogance.

Mu Fulan was silent for a moment, and asked him, "So, what does the Mu family need to do for you?"

Exchange is exchange.

It was as if in the past, the father and the king used the conditions of recommending him to enter office in exchange for a few years of peace in the four borders of Changsha. That marriage contract was a tool used to make the exchange a decent realization.

He was silent and his eyes fell on her.

She climbed off the bed, her shirt was neat but thin, and Luo Yi was loosely draped over her shoulders. The moonlight shone through the window beside her, and the curve of her body hidden under her shirt was hazy and looming.

The night seemed to gradually solidify, and the cold became more and more severe. Mu Fulan stood for a long time in the darkness beside the table, gradually feeling chills, and her pores were horrified.

"If you need it, talk about it."

He looked back and lay back again.