An Yihou gradually became a little tired, but the handsome young man across from him didn't change his expression, as if the wine was just water to him.
When An Yihou was young, he followed the late emperor into the military camp. The generals were charging forward. After the war was calmed down, there would be rewards. At the reward banquet, the men were holding wine jars and drinking strong wine. He was walking among the soldiers in the camp.
A thousand cups will not make you drunk.
Now compared with Song Chengxuan, An Yihou felt that he was indeed old and not as heroic and vigorous as this young man.
The window opened a small crack, and a gentle breeze drifted in, blowing away the last clarity in An Yihou's eyes.
An Yihou took out a small round stone from his arms and pushed it in front of Song Chengxuan, "I still remember that time..." At this point, he couldn't go on.
The pebbles were smooth and spinning on the table.
It seems that I have returned to those days when the little child repeatedly threw stones in the yard, and the stones became shiny when he touched them.
Whenever An Yihou saw him, he would stop what he was doing and come forward to salute An Yihou. This Prince of Wei, who was named the Crown Prince at a young age, was one of the descendants of the clan.
The most obedient and polite child.
An Yihou's throat was indescribably dry, and he swallowed, "I'm really sorry for you... You must have suffered a lot in these years."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly stagnated, and the faint aroma of wine seemed to be mixed with a trace of blood.
"The Marquis is drunk," Xu Qinghuan's voice sounded, "Help the Marquis to rest!"
The steward immediately stepped forward and helped An Yihou up. An Yihou was about to refuse, but saw his daughter arriving. "Father, go to the side room to rest. I asked the kitchen to send two bowls of hangover soup."
An Yihou then nodded.
After settling her father, Xu Qinghuan returned to the study. There was still half a jar of wine left on the table. She didn't know when the two of them had replaced the wine glasses with wine bowls. She couldn't help but sigh. Although the two of them didn't say much,
In short, I drank a lot of wine.
Xu Qinghuan placed the sobering soup in front of Song Chengxuan, "Master Song, have some sobering soup. It's getting late. I'll have someone take you back."
He raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyes as bright as the bright moon. Without saying anything else, he picked up the hangover soup and drank it in one gulp.
"Let Yong Ye prepare his horse!" His voice was slightly hoarse.
Xu Qinghuan did not expect that Song Chengxuan would leave so happily tonight.
Song Chengxuan stood up and walked out, and Xu Qinghuan hurriedly followed.
After walking out of the door, Song Chengxuan walked into the darkness. For some reason, his back looked a little lonely, just like the late night, hiding himself from being discovered forever.
As a result, only unfathomable danger and fear will remain in people's eyes.
Song Chengxuan got on the horse and sat astride the horse's back. He seemed to slightly raise his head and close his eyes.
Yongye looked at Xu Qinghuan worriedly, "Miss, why don't you persuade the young master to have a rest before leaving. This place is still some distance from the military camp. Before coming, the young master had already drank a lot with the soldiers in the camp."
Xu Qinghuan thought about Song Chengxuan's appearance just now, his face was flushed due to alcohol, and although his eyes were clear, they were still different from usual.
She walked forward and looked at Song Chengxuan, "Master Song, if not, you'd better rest before leaving..."
She raised her head slightly, with a somewhat worried look in her eyes.
His heart couldn't help but be hit. She had just left the military camp. He wanted to rest for a while, but he couldn't fall asleep while lying there.
Even though we had just met, I don't know why, but her shadow still floated in my heart.
He was supposed to stay in the military camp tonight, but he got up and hurriedly explained the follow-up matters to the military advisor, then changed his clothes and went all the way to Xu's house. He had just exchanged cups with Marquis Anyi, and she was waiting in the side room.
Although Xu Qinghuan never made any sound, he somehow made him let down his guard.
He had never imagined that he could be so safe while living in the Anyi Marquis Mansion.
Maybe he was too relaxed, maybe he was really tired after not sleeping much for a few days. He tasted the feeling of being tipsy for the first time, and his mind was not as clear as before. At this time, he should leave and be alone.
So when she came to ask, he got up and left without hesitation.
Everything went well. He was already sitting on the horse. Even if he was drunk, it would not be difficult for him to return to the military camp from here. As long as he got some sleep, he would be back to his original state in the morning.
But she caught up with him again, tilting her face slightly, and her expression was no longer the polite smile, but genuine concern.
It reminded him of her huddled there under the thin quilt, not daring to make a sound, and her soft hand was held in his palm.
She is his fiancée, she has been since she was born, she will marry him soon and stay with him forever.
Even if he did show his drunken face in front of her, it would probably be nothing.
Thinking of this, Song Chengxuan suddenly bent down.
Xu Qinghuan felt her waist tighten. When she came to her senses, she had already landed on the horse's back. Before she could make a sound, the horse had already spread its hooves and galloped forward.
Song Chengxuan held her tightly, and his hot breath with a hint of alcohol came towards her, blowing on her neck, making her shudder.
"Sir Song," she held his arm, "it's too late, I won't go with you to the military camp."
Perhaps because of the strong wind on the horse, he held her tighter.
She heard his heart beating like a drum, not as calm and indifferent as usual. With the sound of horse hooves, he was getting farther and farther away from the Xu family. It seemed that Song Chengxuan would never let her go.
Until this moment, she had not come back to her senses. She just came to see him off and never thought of sending him back to the military camp in this way.
But it was useless for her to object.
Now he is like a ball of fire, scorching her, as if he is about to burn her.
…
"Your Majesty."
Meng Lingyun's call sounded in his ears, and Xu Qingan woke up. He was cold and hungry, and he actually fell asleep huddled here.
"Master Song has left," Meng Lingyun said, "It's time for you to go back, right?"
People are gone?
So no one thought of him from beginning to end?
"The eldest lady has asked the Crown Prince several times," Meng Lingyun said, "but the younger ones have all been covered up by the Crown Prince."
"What did you say?"
"The younger one said that the prince was drinking heavily and eating meat in the military camp."
With wine and meat, Xu Qing'an suddenly felt even hungrier. He walked straight into the kitchen and went straight to the kitchen.
There was a lamp burning in the kitchen, as if it was left for him, and a bowl of cooked meatballs was placed on the stove.
"Has the croton been released?" Xu Qing'an asked.
"Let it go," Feng Chu's voice sounded, "put one or two crotons in the meat, it won't let him taste it."
Xu Qingan nodded, very pleased, and the meatballs in his mouth became even sweeter.
Feng Chu continued, "I was afraid that the eldest lady would need it at any time, so I prepared it and put it aside. As long as the eldest lady gives the order, I will bring it out immediately."
"Okay," Xu Qing'an said, "Did he eat it?" Song should have tried his methods long ago.
Tomorrow when the troops are ordered to attack, Song will definitely not be able to get up. As the commander-in-chief of the army, his prestige will be ruined.
Thinking of this, Xu Qingan felt indescribable joy.
"No," Feng Chu said with some regret, "The eldest lady never came to ask for it... oh... it's a pity that bowl of meatballs is filled with good meat fillings and is so delicious."
Xu Qing'an drank the last drop of the soup, put the bowl on its original place, wiped his mouth with some unfinished thoughts, and was about to ask Feng Chu if she had anything else to eat.
"Hey," Feng Chu suddenly pointed at the empty bowl and said, "Where did my bowl of meatballs with croton go? Sir, have you seen it?"
The three people's eyes fell on the white porcelain bowl, and then they all stood there stunned.
After a long while, Meng Lingyun licked his lips and wanted to say something.
"Your Majesty," Meng Lingyun said, "I want to say that something happened and Lord Song took the eldest lady away.
Also, it seems that you can't chase after me because... you just accidentally ate croton.
Tell me, you can’t do immoral things in the future, otherwise it will really harm others and not benefit yourself!”
