It was still lively outside, but the Song family was quiet. Everyone had gone to bed. Only the firewood was still in the kitchen, and the two people keeping watch were warming the food on the stove.
The wind was cold and the snow was freezing. Even if she was wearing thick-soled shoes, her feet would feel bitingly cold when she stepped on the ground. Looking around at the excitement, Song Huiyue was already freezing.
She went into the kitchen, added a piece of firewood to the stove, grabbed fried peanuts and melon seeds from the porcelain jar, and placed them on the stove.
Looking around, she went to scoop out a large bowl of rice wine from a ceramic vat as big as a water vat.
She turned around and put the rice wine on the stove, and then closed the lid of the jar. She sat in front of the stove fire, warmed her hands, then pointed her mouth and took a sip of the rice wine.
The rice wine is sweet and cold, and the coldness of the wine just balances the heat of the fire.
"Haha!" She burst into laughter, "It's burning well!"
Picking up the bowl, she raised her neck and took a sip.
The aroma and heat of the food evaporated in her body, making her blood flow smoothly and her whole body feel comfortable. Her eyes half-closed involuntarily, and her body relaxed and collapsed into the small chair.
She thought nothing, said nothing, just silent, so silent that it merged with the darkness.
After a moment of silence, she stretched out her hand and drank the remaining wine in the bowl.
The wine bundled up all the love, hatred and hatred into a ball, transported it to her limbs and bones, and spread out slowly, leaving her physically and mentally empty.
The kitchen door opened, and Yin Xiao came in with a cold wind. He inspected the outside of the house to make sure that no one from the Zhang family was following him before returning.
He looked at the empty wine bowl, refilled it for Song Huiyue, peeled the fried peanuts, rubbed off the peanut coating, collected a handful, and put it in Song Huiyue's hand.
Song Huiyue ate peanuts, drank a bowl of rice wine, closed her eyes happily, and let out a sigh.
Yin Xiao looked sideways and saw that her face was already blushing, her body was like a blooming flower, stretched out long, her hands and feet were slender, her back was thin, but not fragile.
She stretched her waist a long way, and nonchalantly raised the two front legs of the chair. The chair and the person tilted back, swaying dangerously.
After drinking some wine, her emotions became less and more straightforward, and she laughed out loud again: "Ha, damn, I'm so mad at him!"
The sound echoed in the kitchen, with a happy tail, very pleasant to the ear.
When she was happy, King Jin sat alone in the palace and drank three cups.
The singing and dancing in Shengpinglou has ended. There are not many children today. Four sons and three daughters are scattered on the east and west sides of Jiying Hall to watch the New Year's Eve. The King of Jin disappeared for ten years and now he comes to watch the New Year's Eve. He is considered a newcomer and everyone follows him.
If I'm not familiar with him, I don't dare to get acquainted with him.
No one wants to look down upon King Yan.
A little chamberlain frequently came in and out of Jiying Palace, his mouth was close to King Yan's ear, and he was delivering news to King Yan.
As more and more news came out, the fire got bigger and bigger, and King Yan's losses gradually increased. His eyes became like poisonous knives, slashing back and forth on King Jin's body.
The two young princes huddled down and shivered.
They were fish that slipped through the trap of the imperial concubine. One was nine years old, and the other was seven years old. They had not yet left the palace to be crowned kings. Both of them were first crowned Dukes. Later, because of the incident of Duke Lu breaking into the palace at night, they are no longer in power today.
The Duke of Xi has moved the two of them as county kings. As for when they can be crowned kings, it all depends on God's will.
The two princes have been living under the hands of Concubine Zhang and King Yan all year round, and they have become frightened birds. Seeing King Yan's anger, they approach each other, gather in a group, and pull each other quietly to move farther away from King Yan.
While moving, they quietly looked at King Jin's face.
King Jin's expression remained as usual, and he did not feel that King Yan's gaze could carve out a piece of his flesh. He was still half sitting and half lying comfortably. Behind him was a huge stove with a wooden frame and a copper cavity, in which charcoal was slowly burning.
It made King Jin feel more lazy in addition to warmth.
His lazy posture made King Yan even more angry. After King Yan heard that one hundred thousand pieces of gold brocade were burned, he stood up, walked to King Jin, glanced condescendingly, and sneered: "Li Shouming, it must be you,
You're good at it."
Prince Jin's body did not move at all, he still had the same lazy look, but his peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the smile disappeared from his face. The lines of his eyebrows suddenly became sharp under the light, his eyes were cold, and his voice was icy.
"Boy, what did you call me?"
In desperation, King Yan called King Jin by his name. He was neither the prince nor his elder brother. King Jin had a title and the world was uncertain, so he could not call King Jin by his name.
Even King Jin only called him "Lao Er" and never called him by his name.
King Yan had just spoken quickly. At this time, under King Jin's sharp gaze, he already knew that he had said the wrong thing, but he didn't care even after he knew it.
So what if I yell?
"I call you Li Shouming! You used your craftsmanship to bite me back and burned my things. Do you think that a fire can make me poor? A few craftsmanship can make me fail. You are too naive.
, I tell you, this matter is not over yet."
King Jin listened, and after he finished speaking, he didn't care about the details of what he said. He only said: "The King of Yan has no respect for his elders. He treats his elder brother like this, and it is conceivable that he treats his two brothers. Your
The teacher is also a great scholar, so did he just teach you these things?"
Then he stood up, stepped forward, and approached King Yan. The grand court uniform and his flawless deportment made King Yan very uncomfortable and he took a step back suddenly.
King Jin took a step closer again, staring at King Yan's face, not letting go of any of his emotions, and said in a low voice: "You keep calling me by my name, do you want to call yourself your highness without permission?"
Only a prince can be called His Highness. Even if they support themselves to death, they are still just princes.
"Nonsense!" King Yan was furious and confused, but he quickly calmed down and glanced at the two princes, "The two of them are also here watching and listening. When will I call myself Your Highness?"
, I just asked why you wanted to harm me!"
King Jin looked at the two younger ones.
The two younger ones had shrunk no further, but under the gaze of King Jin, they still shrank as hard as they could, showing that they were very scared.
Life in the harem was difficult, and one wrong word could bring them disaster.
Fortunately, King Jin did not embarrass them, and did not even ask them what they heard. He just turned to look at King Yan: "Second brother, what have I done to you?"
King Yan said angrily: "Golden brocade! You burned my gold brocade!"
King Jin looked at him with a faint smile: "Where did you get the gold brocade?"
"I..." King Yan opened his mouth, but quickly closed it tightly. His anger had nowhere to go, and instead he burned himself.
The gold brocade was sent from the Suzhou Weaving Department. It was not put into the state treasury or the inner treasury. It was given as a filial piety to King Yan and the Zhang family.
He didn't say anything, but King Jin wanted to say it, and as he got closer and closer, his voice became deeper and deeper: "Second brother, you must always remember that although the surname in the world is Li, the surname is still the Li of my father, and the same is true of the weaving department.
The Weaving Department of the Imperial Court."
After saying that, he took a step back, no longer pressing forward, but showed a smile: "Did you just say that I burned your gold brocade?"