After leaving the restaurant during the day, Jiang Huaiyang went to the temple and stayed for half a day. It was not until Prime Minister Li sent someone to look for him that he returned to the palace. The two discussed one thing until the end of the day, when Prime Minister Li stood up and resigned.
Perhaps the soothing incense worked, so he fell asleep on the couch before the palace maids came to light the lamp.
The lights on the tables kept beating excitedly, jumping straight into his dreams.
It was when the lanterns were first lit, and the windows of the restaurant by the stream were half-open. The waiters had prepared the dishes a few days ago, so he retreated to the servants around him, leaving only him and Ruan Yuyi in the elegant seats.
He poured half a cup of fruit wine for her. Because the wine was made from plums, it was bright red in color. The wine poured out from the mouth of the pot and accurately hit the white porcelain cup, making a splash of water.
"Ling Ling," he handed the glass of wine to Ruan Yuyi's direction and said warmly, "I know you don't like the various complicated banquets in the palace. It's quiet here. You and I are the only ones left now. I want to be alone for you.
How about another birthday?"
Ruan Yuyi took the cup with a smile on her lips and said, "My husband is so determined to do this. I am very happy for you."
She thought that since he was busy with government affairs on weekdays, he wouldn't notice her little emotions, but she was just too worried.
After saying this, he raised his head and drank the fruit wine in one gulp. The wine that could not be contained in his lips overflowed from the corners of his mouth, moistening his lips and turning them bright red.
Jiang Huaiyang sighed, took the handkerchief in her hand, and gently wiped away the wine from the corner of her lips, "You know you can't hold it in one gulp, so you can't take a sip?"
She showed him the empty cup and said with a smile, "My husband must give me enough face."
Then she casually talked about some small things in her daily life, which was nothing more than which sister in the palace brought her something again, or the flowers she planted last year grew very well and she wanted to send some to him.
Or maybe the food in the imperial dining room is too salty or bland...
It seemed like they were all trivial matters, but he listened with interest and even asked a few questions from time to time.
She just didn't want the wine to look bright and harmless, but it had a lot of staying power. In addition, while chatting, she accidentally drank one more glass, and now her cheeks were flushed and her lips looked moist.
As Jiang Huaiyang listened, he felt a little distraught.
His throat tightened, "Lingling, is this wine still good for your taste?" As he said that, he added some more to her glass. The wine was sloshing with candlelight floating on it.
She was probably drunk, and she couldn't even see clearly the person in front of her, so she had to squint a little. She picked up the porcelain cup again, poured it into her mouth, and didn't realize that she had been drunk.
"It's sweet," her voice seemed to have been softened by the wine, and she unconsciously sounded coquettish, "Your Majesty, can we take some back?"
Jiang Huaiyang's eyes darkened, and he stood up, "Tell the people in the imperial kitchen to brew it." He took the porcelain cup in her hand that was in the way.
Her mind was in a trance, and she only felt that her things had been robbed, and she was about to drop the golden beans with tears in her eyes, "Your Majesty——"
He ignored her tears, grabbed her erratic hand, and leaned forward.
Later, for some reason, the two of them ended up entangled on the ground. Fortunately, there was a fox fur blanket on top, so they didn't feel cold.
They knocked the screen crooked, spilled the wine, and knocked over the candlestick. The candle flames ignited the surrounding objects, and the fire suddenly started, illuminating the seating area brightly.
Viewed from the outside, it is so bright that it dazzles the eyes.
He even thought he was going crazy.
Regardless of the intensity of the fire, they continued to embrace each other, as if they were fighting to death.
It turned out to be just a small candlelight, and he didn't care at first. But when he relaxed his vigilance, the candlelight had already set a prairie fire, burning the desire in his heart into silence.
He knew that he was thinking of the clear ringtone in his mind right now.
Suddenly, Jiang Huaiyang's eyes darkened. When he opened his eyes, it was the palace attendant who came and cut off the candle wick.
When the palace man saw him standing up and looking over, he didn't know whether to say anything, so he bowed respectfully. When he waved his hand for her to go out, she breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly backed out, and closed the door.
He sat on the couch and fell into a trance.
But the next day, after Ruan Yuyi dressed up, she went to Shenghe Temple. She deliberately chose a fairy dress, missing some hairpin rings, but put on the pair of gold silk Dongzhu earrings she had just brought back a few days ago.
I don’t know how the shopkeeper of Linglong Pavilion did it, but the earrings were as good as new, with no trace of damage at all.
Because she had something hidden in her heart, she felt uneasy and started thinking wildly, so she ended up in the yard unknowingly.
Jiang Huaiyang was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, looking down at the book in her hand, as if she had been there for a while. Her eyes fell on the small pond on the side.
Dead leaves were spread on the water surface, but no more fell on his books. The water in the pond was living water, so it was extremely clear. Looking out, the water surface was about as high as a person, and you could even vaguely see the stones and algae on the bottom of the pond.
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Ruan Yuyi came closer, and the bell on her ankle rang softly. Then she stood not far away from him.
But he didn't look up, as if he didn't notice her.
She had no choice but to call out, "Your Highness."
Jiang Huaiyang had actually noticed that the person who came was her. Perhaps after waiting in vain for the past few days, he was a little dazed by her sudden arrival. It was as if when he raised his head, he still saw the empty courtyard in front of him.
Wen Pheasant has always been by his side. Although the master came to the temple for the purpose of praying for that gentleman in the past few days, how many times did the master look at the courtyard door? Wen Pheasant dared to say that he could count more clearly than the master himself.
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Now he met Miss Ruan, whom he had been looking forward to for a long time, and the master ignored her, so he was also anxious.
After a long while, Jiang Huaiyang finally raised his eyelids and stared at her deeply. In front of his eyes, this face gradually overlapped with the beautiful face in the fire in his dream at night.
His thoughts were confused, and in the end he just hummed in a low voice.
After receiving a response, she sat down at the stone table and said, "Your Highness, I happened to have something happen at home a few days ago." Seeing that he didn't speak, she even suspected that he was angry with her.
Mu Xiang's idea was really unreliable. She secretly complained.
His face still looked like he was admitting his mistake, and he said softly, "I heard a wonderful piece of music recently, and I am arranging a dance to match it according to the music. Your Highness, would you like to allow me to dance to make amends?"
His heart moved, and he suddenly recalled the dance of hers he had seen before, with her sleeves flying and dancing gracefully, as if she was born in the nine heavens and did not know the suffering of the world.
But there was a hint of affection in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, which made him feel that this was someone he could touch.
"I know how good the girl is at dancing. I hope to have a look and chat about it for fun."
Thinking about it, it must be incomparable to the woman yesterday.
Ruan Yuyi smiled slightly, bowed, took a few steps back, and danced gracefully in an open space. When she turned around, she gave Mu Xiang a look.
Mu Xiang pursed her lips and pinched the small packet of medicinal powder in her sleeve.