In the fifty-third year of the Eastern Ming Dynasty, Emperor Dongming was weak and was succeeded by the crown prince Dugu Xiao. King Yun, the God of War, was unable to congratulate him due to the war.
The people of Dongming put up lanterns and colorful decorations to celebrate the new emperor's enthronement. It's unclear how sincere they were, but it didn't detract from the excitement on the streets.
Lin Qingran walked among them, feeling lonely for no reason. She just felt that without that person, even if she was making trouble, she could only feel the desolation around her. She raised her head and smiled: Yunzheng, if you don't come back, I will be angry!
But can he hear that person in the distance?
Lin Qingran sighed melancholy, as if his gaze fell on her. With a thought in her mind, she turned around suddenly, and Chuoran's figure appeared in front of her like a wave of water.
Dressed in pine green brocade clothes, with charming eyebrows and unruly handsomeness, he remains outstanding and handsome even in the noisy streets. In just half a month, the cynicism that once enveloped him has disappeared.
No trace can be found.
Lin Qingran was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Dugu Xiao to appear here. Then he laughed and stepped forward: "Brother, Grandma Li's highland barley wine tastes mellow. Are you interested in drinking with me?" The attitude was the same.
In the past, nothing changed because the man in front of me became a higher and higher king.
Duguxiao's eyes flashed with warmth, his tone was steady and with a smile: "Of course!"
Duguxiao was worthy of being born into the royal family, and he grew up in a rich and beautiful family. Even in a simple shop supported by Granny Li's tent, he was still elegant, and his actions exuded an air of natural nobility.
Lin Qingran was a little self-deprecating. Why hadn't she seen this kind of dignity in her bones before?
Duguxiao used a dagger inlaid with gems to cut the mutton into thin slices, rolled them up in circles, and placed them in a gurgling copper basin. In the dense white air, the meat gradually changed color, rising and falling.
Rolling around, eating hot pot and drinking highland barley wine on such a cold autumn night is indeed one of the great enjoyments of life.
The dense white mist filled the space between the two of them. Eating this in such cold weather was indeed a great enjoyment in life.
Since Dugu Xiao chose to scald the meat, Lin Qingran had no choice but to pour wine. She poured a glass for him and another glass for herself.
When Dugu Xiao saw him, he frowned slightly: "You treat the bar with tea!"
Lin Qingran's hand holding the cup paused slightly. She slowly raised her head, looked at him calmly, and said, "How can a brother and sister get together without drinking?"
Duguxiao's eyebrows were deep and he didn't go to serve the wine. He just looked at her quietly, his eyes gradually becoming obscure.
Lin Qingran raised his head and drank it, and said calmly: "This cup is to express my gratitude to my brother for protecting me so much."
A dense mist rose between the two of them, and each other's faces were blurred behind the smoke.
The wine glass was placed quietly in front of him. Dugu Xiao didn't drink either. He just took the chopsticks and added thin slices of meat into the pot. He said without raising his eyes: "Just drink. When did you become like those sour scholars?"
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Lin Qingran frowned: "There has to be a prologue when drinking! Otherwise it will be dry and boring!"
After hearing these words, Dugu Xiao seemed to be in a better mood. The darkness in his eyes faded and he was slightly sunburned: "It's enough for me to deal with those nagging old men in the court every day, but I don't have the energy to talk to you anymore."
"Hypocritical!"
He muttered something lowly, which made Lin Qingran roll her eyes, and then he laughed, his eyebrows stretched.
The night wind blows from afar, carrying the aroma of meat, which seems to cause a slight numb pain in the bone marrow, as if all the vitality is condensed.