Tang Yinchen wanted to say a few more words, but he saw a large group of guards rushing towards them through the crowd. His expression suddenly changed, and he dragged Yang Huanzhi and ran towards the stairs.
"Eh? Young Master, you..."
However, those two people had disappeared.
"Yinchen, please slow down!"
Upstairs, Yang Huanzhi bent down, holding his knees with his hands, breathing heavily, looking up with a confused expression, "Where is this?"
"You are too weak. It's my fault that I drag you to practice martial arts every day. Hurry, run, run, my father's people are coming soon!"
Yang Huanzhi waved his hand, "No, I can't run anymore."
"Then I can't leave you here. If my father knows that I took you to visit the red building in the middle of the night, I still can't save my legs."
Are you scared now? Then he was fighting so hard just now?!
Tang Yinchen didn't know that his friend disliked him, so he looked around, grabbed his sleeve and randomly selected a door to enter. He didn't care if there was anyone in the room. He dragged Yang Huanzhi in, leaned his back against the door and pressed his ears against the door. He heard the rush and confusion.
The sound of footsteps faded away, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Yang Huanzhi raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The two looked into the room and found that there were only two teenagers in the room. They were slightly shocked by their appearance and for a moment suspected that they were all women disguised as men.
"Sorry, it turns out that Prince Yu is here. It's me who was rude and disturbed you. We'll leave now."
Yu Ziye often wore red clothes and swaggered through the market. Yang Huanzhi quickly recognized his identity, bowed and apologized.
"Ah? Crown Prince? Meet the Crown Prince!" Tang Yinchen bowed respectfully and then said, "No, no, no! Please allow us to wait for a while. Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce you. I am Tang Yu, courtesy name Yinchen."
It turned out that he was the only son of Tang Hui, the imperial commander at that time. No wonder he was so arrogant before.
"Your name is Tangyu?" Su Zhen pretended to be surprised, turned to Yang Huanzhi and asked with a smile, "What about you? Are you jealous?"
"My name is Yang Huanzhi, Gao Gao."
"Sugar fish? Lamb? Just two dishes!" Yu Ziye laughed twice, "Okay, let's stop making trouble. Since it's dangerous outside, you can stay."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Different from Tang Yinchen who was restless, Yang Huanzhi turned his attention from Yu Ziye to Su Zhen, "I have long heard that the young prince of Lin'an Marquis Mansion and the eldest son of Taifu Mansion, Su Zhen, have a close friendship and are inseparable. Now that they meet, it is indeed unfounded."
"Young Master Yang's father is a scholar, and Young Master Tang's father is a military general. If you can be friends with each other, why can't we?" Su Zhen retorted with a smile.
Tang Yinchen was attracted by their conversation, his eyes lit up, and his eyes suddenly became fanatical, "So you are Su Zhen! I have long heard that you act eclectically and boldly, and you can communicate with birds and beasts when you were young! Hey! Crown Prince
Mr. Su, we are destined to be together here, and we will be brothers from now on! You helped me tonight. If you have anything to do in the future, just come to the Taiwei Mansion to see me, and I will definitely help you!"
Yu Ziye held his forehead, he was really familiar with himself, and he could match the shamelessness of the guy next to him.
Sure enough, Su Zhen picked up two empty wine glasses, reopened a jar of peach blossom wine, filled it up, with a sincere smile on her lips, "I won't say any more polite words, a pot of peach blossom wine, I won't say any more
middle."
"good!"
The four of them raised their glasses and clinked them together. The rich peach blossom aroma filled their noses. After drinking the wine, their friendship became stronger and the aroma of wine permeated every corner of their lips and teeth.
While he was enjoying his drink upstairs and changing glasses, the hall below suddenly became silent.
Layers of white semi-gauze curtains fall vertically from the top floor, blocking everyone's sight. White, yellow and red petals are mixed and falling from the mid-air, and wisps of delicate fragrance are blowing towards your face.
The fragrance is neither strong nor light, and those who smell it are intoxicated. Suddenly, they seem to have hallucinations, and their bodies seem to become light and floating. They raise their hands to touch the petals, but they seem to be like light smoke, illusory and floating, empty and real, inadvertently.
It returned to its original state again. This chapter has been completed!