bright sheath

At dawn, there was a sudden fog, wrapped in fine spring rain, tick-tocking, moistening things silently in the slightly green morning light, at some point Chen Yunyu fell asleep with a hard pillow on her head.

He slowly sat up straight and twisted his neck, only to realize that it was Ling Yanchi's shoulder that was on the pillow, while Chen Nian was far away from the fire, curled up slightly, still awake, looking a little pitiful.The fire in the middle had already been extinguished, and there were only ash-white embers left to complement the chicken bones on the side.

Looking around, I can't remember how far I walked at night, but I can still faintly see the mountain top from last night, quiet and mysterious.When he turned around, Ling Yanchi had already opened his eyes.

"you're awake?"

Ling Yanchi stretched his waist, and replied lazily, "I wake up as soon as you move, I'm a light sleeper." After taking a deep breath, he finally noticed Chen Nian who was still sleeping peacefully, and then Raising his eyebrows, he said to Chen Yunyu, "I want to do something, can you stop hitting me?"

Chen Yunyu already understood his tricky habits, but understanding did not mean agreeing, she frowned slightly and said, "What are you going to do again?"

Ling Yanchi laughed, walked up to Chen Nian and knelt down, "I'll draw you a cat..."

He took some black ash on the spot, and lightly drew three thick black mustaches on each of Chen Nian's cheeks. After a final look, he seemed to feel that something was missing, and then tapped on the tip of his nose. Then he nodded in satisfaction, and moved away to let Chen Yunyu see.

Chen Yunyu immediately burst out laughing. Originally, Chen Nian looked like a teenager, with his mouth slightly pouting while sleeping, but now this painting looks more like a cat. Seeing that he was almost smiling, Ling Yanchi stretched out his fingertips to touch Chen Nian's forehead. After that, he whispered in his ear unceremoniously: "Wake up, go steal the chicken!"

Chen Nian snapped, "Where! Where!"

There were no chickens, but Chen Yunyu had a subtle smile on his face. He patted his clothes guiltily and stood up and said, "My lord, I slept already..."

Chen Yunyu covered her mouth and coughed, but said nothing, with a smile in the corner of her eyes.

Ling Yanchi stroked his chin and said, "Very good, very good."

Chen Nian only thought that they didn't blame him, he laughed twice, and said, "Young master, let's go back!"

The rain was not heavy, and the few people didn't have umbrellas. There was no wind at all, and they didn't feel how cold it was. About half an hour later, they could vaguely see the outline of the city gate. The few people who chased the gangsters went out from the Taiping Gate yesterday. But he entered the city from Chaoyang Gate, which shows how far he has gone around.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, most of them were businessmen on their way to the market. Some people noticed Chen Nian, who was like a cat, and started covering his mouth and laughing. Ling Yanchi was afraid that people would be quiet, so he would wink at people at first, and then he yawned profusely , tearful eyes couldn't hold it anymore, his chin rested on Chen Yunyu's shoulder, and his whole body hung on him. Chen Yunyu suspected that this person hadn't slept all night, so after returning to the inn, he pressed him to rest in the inn. He didn't refuse, and settled in the room next to the two.

Chen Yunyu saw that he was extremely tired and his face was pale, so she said to him: "What is your plan, tell me, listen to me, and I will leave."

Ling Yan Chi slumped on the bed and said weakly: "Don't scare the snake, you can first visit the Minister of the Southern Military Department as the son of the Liao Prince, and then take advantage of the opportunity to live in his house. There are people who have ghosts in their hearts. Ghost, you don't have to do anything else, just wait for him to show his flaws... Ah, and the prince, I guess you won't mess with your cousin, so..."

Chen Yunyu was still listening, but he heard the sound of even breathing from the roof. He gently entered the inner room, and put down the curtain casually.Chen Nian, who was following behind, stared blankly, hesitated to speak, and said after taking the door: "You can ask me to do such small things, why do you have to do it yourself."

"What are you complaining about here? It's useless for you to be courteous when he's asleep." Chen Yunyu said lightly.

Chen Nian didn't dare to speak loudly, but only dared to mutter in a low voice: "Then why are you courting him when he's asleep..."

Immediately after he was stared at, Chen Yunyu said with a half-smile: "I heard it, if you talk nonsense again, go home and play with my father."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Not long after, a few people arrived at Nanshangshu Mansion. There were two stone lions standing under the gate of Zhuhong Mansion, stepping on a hydrangea ball on the left, majestic and majestic, and holding a lion cub on the right. There were two guards standing in front of the mansion. On the back, she was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe with an elegant appearance, and the Shi Ziyu was hung on her waist, showing her identity.

Chen Nian took a few steps forward, stepped up the steps and said politely to the two guards: "Can I trouble you to inform me that the prince of Liao passed through your land during his spring outing and is here to visit Lord Shangshu."

His attitude was not humble, and his words were humble. One of them quickly entered the room to report, and it didn't take long to see an old man with thin clothes leaking everywhere. I couldn't see any turbidity, but my back was a little bent, and I laughed before saying a word, and went directly to Chen Yunyu who was at the bottom of the steps, bowed to him and said: "I don't know if my son is here, and I am far away, I hope you will forgive me." crime."

Chen Yunyu lifted his arm with a folding fan, and Old Shangshu involuntarily stood up straight. Chen Yunyu's eyes were still looking around, seemingly casually saying: "Wang Shangshu's body is quite strong, and the layout of this mansion is quite impressive."

Wang Mian took a step back, bowed his waist and said, "Of course it can't be compared with Liao Palace."

Chen Yunyu spread out her folding fan, and said impatiently, "Don't mention it, the war made my father poor, and he gave me such a small amount of money when I went out, and I can't even go to the flower house a few times... So, so I just You can come to Wang Shangshu, a bastard~ I don’t know if Lord Shangshu welcomes you or not?”

Wang Mian, a senior man, couldn't help being stunned, why is this son different from what he heard, he is actually a dude?

But soon he recovered his smiling face and said: "It's an honor to entertain the prince, how can there be a saying that you don't welcome him. Please come to the prince." After finishing speaking, he eagerly led the way.

"Wait a minute," Chen Yunyu stopped suddenly, and said seriously, "I have to come back later, and I have a friend, Lord Shang Shu, don't you mind?"

Wang Mian was sweating all over his head, and said respectfully: "I don't mind, the son's friend is naturally a distinguished guest of my Shangshu Mansion."

Only then did Chen Yunyu nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and said casually: "I would like to thank Mr. Wang here. After I go back, I will talk to my father and ask him to say a few more words of kindness for you in front of the emperor..."

Wang Mian's face turned pale from the shock of a single sentence, and tremblingly said: "Thank you for your kindness, my son, it's better, don't you want it?"

What answered him was Chen Yunyu's hearty smile.

The king of Liao was guarding the border and could not enter the capital without receiving the imperial edict. Chen Yunyu, as the son of the prince, could not just wander around. He said these words to beat Wang Mian: Master Shangshu had better be honest, don't put him in Yingtianfu's house. Get the matter out, otherwise he will drag your old man to his back even if he dies.

In the emperor's heart, there is one thing that is bigger than the sky, and that is power. You, a minister of the Ministry of War in Nanzhilu, live in the family of a son of the Liao king, so I asked you if you want to rebel?

Wang Mian stroked his chest feeling sorry for him, his beard flew off in anger, he went in, then retreated to the door, glared at the two guards, and scolded: "You won't even say that I'm not here! Zhou Shimou was cut off on his front foot, You just let this funeral star in, do you think your master has lived too long?"

"This subordinate is guilty!" The guard quickly knelt down with a look of horror.

The hale and hearty old man quickly flicked his sleeves and entered the room with his hands behind his back, his back was stained.

Chen Nian followed Chen Yunyu swayingly, and saw him turning into a hidden alley, and there was a faint voice gurgling down. At first, he thought he was just passing by, but never thought that Chen Yunyu would stop, and Chen Nian's expression changed. Half red but not black tugged on his sleeve and said: "My lord, you don't know, you don't want to come here, do you?"

"Where is this place?" He was talking and laughing, and the folding fan raised a few strands of hair on his forehead slightly, and there was a troubled singing girl upstairs waving her handkerchief to him, and said in a soft voice: "Young master, stand below." What are you doing, why don't you come up and have a glass of beer wine~"

Chen Nian's legs were weak, and he heard the voice of his family's elder son very clearly: "I never care for beauties."

Wake up, son, have you gone to Shangshu Mansion and people become stupid!He clenched Chen Yunyu's sleeves tightly, as if if you want to go in, I will die, but Chen Yunyu pulled his hand away lightly, and the Prince of Liao flicked his hem, and went straight into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River The nephrite jade in the city was warm and fragrant, and he didn't even look back.

Chen Nian looked at the empty hands and wanted to cry, the prince, the princess, I... I have no choice!

Finally he stomped his feet and went in. Chen Yunyu was led to the second floor in front of the low desk. On the desk was a jug of wine and a few plates of soft and glutinous pastries, all exuding their own sweetness. There was a futon on the ground. , Chen Yunyu was seated, and the singer who had talked to him just now had already tidied up. The emerald green dress stretched to the floor, the hairpin was pulled up, and the face was covered with thin powder. The color is slightly closed in the corners of the eyes, only the lips are slightly brighter, reminiscent of the begonias that are rushing to open in April, she is holding a paulownia qin, she walks gracefully, and retreats to the middle after a little blessing Sitting down on the embroidered chair, she glanced slightly at the two of them, with that eye-catching look... The girl slightly parted her red lips and asked, "I wonder what you two want to hear?"

Chen Yunyu leaned on the soft cushion like a soft bone, with a lazy expression, clapped his palms with folding fans, and said, "Pick what you like..."

The singing girl seemed a little surprised, and asked him: "My lord, you don't think there are any songs that catch your eye?"

He narrowed his eyes, shook his head and said: "No, I just think that only by playing what I like can please others and myself. What do you think, Miss?"

The singing girl smiled slightly and stopped talking. She hooked her hand and the sound of the piano flowed out. She sang while playing, Wu Nong spoke softly, and she really lived up to her reputation. The voice was like a feather, caressing people's hearts one by one. Chen Nian couldn't understand what she was singing , vaguely heard a few words such as "liren", "lovesickness" and "heartbroken", guessing it should be a love story circulated in the market, Chen Yunyu lay on his side with his hands on his head, his eyes were closed, Chen Nian didn't know who he was. Wake or sleep, just feel that the day is going to be over.

How would he explain to the master?