At the end of the song, Wen Jin's delicate fingertips were cut with a thin cut by the strings, and there were red blood beads on the fingertips.
Because of the pain, Wen Jin sighed softly.
Nangong Jue came to his senses from the music and quickly took a handkerchief to press the wound on Wen Jin's fingertips, "It's bleeding."
"I haven't played the piano for a few months. I'm rusty. It's okay." Wen Jin said, then remembered something and asked him: "What should I wear when I go to the palace to watch the lanterns at night? You decide. You are the boss."
"Anything is fine. Wear whatever you like, I'll leave it to you." Nangong Jue shrugged, "Barbarians are not good at dressing. The girl from the Central Plains can give me some advice."
Wen Jin chuckled, "I love wearing pink."
"That guy is also wearing pink." Nangong Jue grinned, "Pink makes you look younger."
Wen Jin took a serious look at Nangong Jue's appearance for the first time. He had a rough face that was used to the wind and sand all year round. He was informal and quite casual. He was different from Fu Jingheng's noble and delicate face, and different from Jiang Huaizhou's gentle and jade-like face.
Nangong Jue is more uninhibited and casual.
"Are you in your twenties? You look old, but you are actually young." Wen Jin talked to His Highness Manniu for a while. He did not go beyond indecency, but was a little reserved. He had fun with so many maids in the Guangli Palace.
Being restrained seemed in contrast. She had made too many negative comments about him in the past. It seemed that human nature was complex and everyone had many sides.
"Twenty-four years old, one or two years younger than Fu." When Nangong talked to her, he would accommodate her and use her native language Guangli. When talking to King Guangli, he would also use Daying dialect with an air of pretense, but with
Wen Jin, he prefers to communicate with her in her language, although his Cantonese and Li dialect are relatively poor, "How old are you? How do you ask a girl's age in Zhongyuan? Gui Geng?"
Wen Jin couldn't help but laugh out loud. She didn't bother to compliment him and talked to him directly in her native language. Wen Jin always remembered that she was from Guangli and was unwilling to show off. Even if she was committed, she straightened her back and refused to bow her head.
, it’s also interesting to see him struggling to speak Guangli dialect, “Gui Geng usually asks the elders. If you ask a young woman, how old is the girl in our honorific here? Of course, you can also ask me Gui Geng, I don’t mind.”
Nangong immediately used the hand-clasping ceremony he had learned in the Guangli Palace in the past three months to bow deeply to Wen Jin and asked, "How old is the girl?"
"Almost twenty-three, one or two years younger than you. Three or four years younger than Fu." Seeing him salute her, Wen Jin stood up and leaned over to him.
"No. I'm really twenty-three." Wen Jin asked him, "How old do I look?"
"Fifteen or six."
"You are really good at talking." Wen Jin was amused by him again, "It's still early, please go to my restaurant for dinner. What kind of eating habits do you have in Mobei? You can describe it to my chefs and let them cook it.
you."
Nangong Jue thought for a moment and said, "Cod stewed with tofu."
Wen Jin meditated, but he never expected that Man Niu and Man Niu could talk about home-cooked food. So many years later, when he went to Mobei to actually eat cod stewed with tofu, thinking back to today, the taste was different again, "Mohe's specialty cold water fish is here."
There are relatively few. We have sea bass here, there are not many bones, and the meat is quite tender. Just follow your recipe and it will relieve some nostalgia."
Since midday, Wen Jin and Nangong Jue have been staying together, chatting for a while. The deeper they chat, the more they feel that this person has the same ambition as Fu to dominate the country. It seems that high-ranking men have the same ambition.
All similar.
They had finished visiting the Wen Mansion, and he said that the Wen Mansion was too small and that he had not visited enough. The Wen Mansion should be built bigger. Wen Jin said that her legs were so sore that she did not want to go shopping anymore, or else she would sit there and wait for him.
After walking around for a few more times, he said that was not necessary. They both laughed.
Wen Jin took him to her restaurant, which was not the Ruili Hotel, but the Zhongyuan Teahouse that was later purchased from the boss Zhou of the Chamber of Commerce. He and the chef described how he wanted to combine the sea bass and tofu, how to change the fish body, and the tofu.
Cut into large pieces.
The chef heard that he spoke poorly and had communication difficulties. After hearing this, the chef's face was expressionless. Nangong simply took charge and made the seabass stewed tofu he asked for. His cooking skills were actually quite good, and he was more suitable for a career change than Fu Jingheng, who could only cook thin noodles with chopped green onions.
As a chef, if Fu changed his profession, he would have been complained by customers that the dishes were too simple, and he would have lost his job.
Wen Jin went back to Liu's house twice.
Nangong asked her: "Where to go?"
Wen Jin didn't hesitate and said without any burden: "Go home and feed the baby."
She has already made up her mind about her commitment, and there is no need to be coy.
Nangong had never found a wife and mother before, and he felt more and more tortured during the day, and the word "feeding the baby" became more and more daydream. He didn't want to see the lanterns in Guangli Palace, but he promised his mother, the Empress Dowager, not to deal with it for a while.
not good.
In the evening, both of them dressed in pink, passed the Guangli Palace to attend the lantern dinner, and the carriage swayed from Xuanwu Gate into the palace.
Fu Jingheng was in the study with Zishu, Qin Huaisu, and Liu Yingfu discussing the countermeasures for Wenguang to force him into the palace. The spies reported that Wenguang had introduced Wenjin to Nangong. In the past two days, Wenguang had received military reinforcements from Nangong Jue, and he was bound to make big moves.
During the discussion, Duanmu Fu came over with his pregnancy and waited for him at the door. Without saying a word, Fu Jingheng kept her waiting for half an hour, then walked through the door and asked her: "Why haven't you spoken since you came?"
Duanmu Fu intended to seduce the emperor's appetite and said softly: "The Empress Dowager asked Fu'er to invite you to accompany Nangong Jue to watch the lanterns. Fu'er knows that you don't want to go and is afraid of disturbing you."
"Let's go. After all, we are foreign guests. We should show our friendship as landlords. Let me go." Fu Jingheng walked through the Imperial Garden with Duanmu Fu. Duanmu Fu was accustomed to holding his arm, and Fu Jingheng was also accustomed to being held by her. The three of them
In the past few months, I have had many social occasions with her, and when I was touched by her, I didn't have the throbbing and uncontrollable feeling I had when I was touched by Wen Jin.
With Wen Jin, he is always willing to do something unseemly, but with Duanmu, he becomes so serious that he becomes boring. Maybe a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a steal. If he gets Wen Jin, will he become ordinary? He has never completely gotten it.
,unknown.
The emperor, Duanmu Fu and his mother, the Empress Dowager, lined up at the reception desk to welcome foreign guests.
Xia Ranshuang asked Duanmu Fu, "Fu'er, can you tell me who the female guest of Prince Daying is with us today?"
"Fu'er asked someone to inquire one by one." Duanmu Fu replied softly: "On weekdays, several of the eldest female guests favored by Prince Nangong don't come. It's because Prince Nangong said that they don't need to accompany them tonight." Fu'er thought.
Perhaps Prince Nangong came alone."
"If you come alone, as women, it's hard for you and me to get close to each other to persuade you." Xia Ranshuang said, looking at Fu Jingcheng who was dragged over by her. Seeing her son's cold face, he had given up Nangong's foreign aid and was about to talk to Lao Wen.
He was adamant and said: "Heng'er, when you should lower your body, you have to lower your body. Don't wait for Nangong to form an alliance with Wenguang. It will be too late. Lao Wen's enthusiasm for killing people still makes my mother feel
It’s shocking. If Nangong comes alone, it means he intends to meet with you alone, which means there is still a chance for cooperation. You have to fight for it!"
Fu Jingheng perfunctoryly said to his mother: "I know."
"The distinguished guest has arrived." The palace attendant came running over from four doors to report.
Fu Jingheng stood still, not enthusiastic about Nangong Jue, who repeatedly jumped between him and Wen Guang. It was undeniable that he hit a snag in front of this person. The foreign aid talks were deadlocked for three months, and it was true that his face could not be improved.
.
Duanmu Fu helped Xia Ranshuang and leaned forward to take a look. The Queen Mother Xia had experienced the murder of her husband by Wen Guang. She could no longer bear the old Wen forcing the palace to murder her child. She didn't mind bowing to foreign aid. Her son couldn't lose face, but she could, in order to keep her son.
As for the throne, there is nothing a mother can't do to lose face.
The distinguished guest's carriage came nearby. Nangong Jue got off the carriage first. Wen Jin was still in the carriage before he got off. Nangong and Fu Jingheng first joked: "Brother Fu, we meet again. Judging from your expression, you don't welcome me? Hurry up and flatter me."
I. I might give up Wenguang and cooperate with you. It depends on how you lick me?"
Fu Jingheng pursed his lips and his face turned dark. Seeing that the king was in a gloomy mood, the servants knelt on the ground. Old Mo knew that there was Master Jin in the carriage and couldn't help wiping sweat. He was afraid that he would be furious and ignore the dignity of the king and Nangong in public.
A fight. I feel like I am capable of such a thing.
Fu Jingheng looked at Nangong's pink clothes, and he already had a foresight in his heart that a certain little goblin who ran half way across the capital to provoke him last night and made him torment him all night long and had weak legs the next day also liked to wear pink. For the first time, he no longer used it.
Daying chatted with him in Guangli, and replied directly in Guangli: "You dress very coquettishly."