Dingjiangshan

When Ning Huaijin arrived at the Zichen Palace, she bumped into Shu Qiuyu coming out of it.

The two pretty girls supported each other, Shu Qiuyu's eyes were reddish, she looked as if she was full of worries, she walked across from Ning Huaijin and hadn't regained her senses, and almost bumped into him when she went down the steps go.

Ning Huaijin: "..."

Ning Huaijin drank some wine at the banquet, and now he was slightly tipsy, so he couldn't react for a while, but the entourage behind him hurried forward to stop them, so as to prevent the two of them from making jokes in public.

"Your Majesty." Shu Qiuyu was startled, stepped back quickly, and said in panic, "I'm sorry."

Ning Huaijin dodged two steps back as if avoiding suspicion, and nodded slightly at her.

Shu Qiuyu knew that his current state and mood were not suitable for meeting people, so he didn't care about being rude, saluted Ning Huaijin, and hurried away with the maid.

Ning Huaijin looked back at her back in bewilderment, not knowing what was going on.

Originally, the servant at the gate of Zichen Palace heard the commotion outside, opened the curtain and found Ning Huaijin standing under the steps, hurriedly walked a few steps forward to invite him.

"Your Majesty came just in time. Just now, His Majesty was thinking of going to Linhua Hall quickly." The servant said softly, "Now that you have come first, Your Majesty must be very happy."

"My lord?" Wei Ji, the follower behind him, also called him softly: "It's cold outside, why don't you go in first, my lord."

Ning Huaijin turned her head following the sound, no longer looked at Shu Qiuyu's back, turned around and took the servant's hand.

According to his personality, even if he came to see Ning Yan in the middle of the night, he would always tell people to spread the word, but he drank too much wine today, and he forgot about it even if others didn't mention it. Helped into the house.

Ning Yan was looking at the box of embroidered pictures and thinking hard about what to do with it, but after much deliberation, he had no idea. He reached out and closed the box lid, and was about to order He Wenting to take it to the embroidery room, when Ning Huaijin came from The outside came in.

"Why is Uncle Huang here?" Ning Yan caught him off guard and said pleasantly, "Didn't you tell Uncle Huang to go directly to Linhua Palace?"

"I'll pick you up." Ning Huaijin said.

As soon as Ning Yan heard that he was not both a "subject" and "Your Majesty", he knew that he was not sober now, so he quickly stood up, took a few steps to meet him, and only when he got closer could he smell the faint smell of alcohol on his body.

"Why does Uncle Huang drink so much wine?" Ning Yan quickly waved away the waiter, took Ning Huaijin's hand and led him to the soft couch, and ordered: "Go get the hangover soup."

"Not much, only about one and a half pots." Ning Huaijin frowned and pressed her forehead, and said in a low voice, "King Yong'an and the others want to drink, so it's hard for me to hide."

"Uncle Huang suffers because of his age. Among his peers, Uncle Huang is younger, but not everyone has to accompany him." Ning Yan frowned slightly and pulled off the cloak strap for him, and threw the cloak wet by snow casually On the side, he stuffed his hand stove into Ning Huaijin's hands, and complained: "The old prince is also like this. He is still so greedy for drinking at such an old age. Next time, uncle Huang just ignore them."

A pot of cold wine would not make Ning Huaijin unconscious, but the wind blowing on the way back made her a little dizzy.Ning Huaijin was holding Ning Yan's hand stove in his hand, and there was an incense burner by his legs. Several half-person-high candlesticks in Zichen Hall were flickering, and the tiny flames joined together, casting his shadow On the oiled paper window.

His whole body was roasted warmly, and he looked relaxed and comfortable.

"You can't say that." Ning Huaijin subconsciously corrected him: "The old prince is His Majesty's uncle."

"In terms of seniority, I have too many uncles, how can I kiss all of them." Ning Yan didn't care about this topic at all, and took it away, and said back to Ning Huaijin: "Next time I will have a banquet Make a memory, and remind the dining room to replace the emperor's uncle's wine with the same white tea as mine."

Ning Huaijin blinked, and clumsily squeezed the warm hand stove tightly in her hand.

Ning Yan didn't see his reaction, complained softly to himself, leaned over from the table, held a thin silver hairpin in his hand, stretched his arms awkwardly, and inserted the silver hairpin into the gap of the hand stove , Dial the carbon inside.

Ning Huaijin's eyes inevitably fell on Ning Yan's face, the young man lowered his head halfway, and the jade-colored silk ribbon on the jade crown hung down from the side of his face, softly sticking to his shoulders.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Ning Yan's mouth, and his eyes quietly fell on the small hand stove in Ning Huaijin's hand, his expression focused as if he was doing something earth-shattering.

Ning Yan has always been casual, even when facing court affairs, he rarely has such an expression. Ning Huaijin felt that it was novel, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

A small piece of carbon got stuck in the crack of the hand stove, half of which was about to burn out, and the other half was completely free of sparks.Ning Yan patiently picked the carbon body with the thin silver hairpin, and carefully picked it out from the gap.

A carbon block with a slight weight fell to the bottom of the hand stove, making a muffled sound.

The smile on the corner of Ning Yan's lips deepened slightly, revealing a smug smile.

The flickering candles shattered into dots of light in his eyes, his eyes were soft and firm, without the slightest impatient look like usual, he was already an adult.

Ning Huaijin was slightly taken aback, and felt that Ning Yan was a little strange, as if he didn't look like the child he raised with his own hands.

But then Ning Yan threw down the silver hairpin in his hand, smiled and pulled the silk handkerchief to wipe off the gray stains on his hands, and said in a low voice: "This hand stove should be replaced, the carbon block is stuck in it and can't be taken out." Come out, fortunately I saw it, otherwise it would be better if Uncle Huang burned his hand."

When he spoke like this, the strangeness before was inexplicably fleeting. Ning Huaijin blinked, thinking that she must have misread.

Ning Huaijin shook her head, laughing secretly in her heart that after two cups of wine, her mind would not be sober, and she was a bit hopeless.

He thanked Ning Yan, rubbed the stove in his hand, and asked in a warm voice: "It's getting late outside, what is your Majesty calling for?"

He didn't mention Ning Yan and almost forgot about it, so he hurriedly called for someone to come over.

The waiter waiting at the door listened to his call, and hurried in through the curtain, knelt on the ground and waited for the order.

"It just so happens that the prince has drunk, so he doesn't have to go to Linhua Palace." Ning Yan said, "Find someone to bring back the fireworks from Linhua Palace, and I and the emperor set them off at the entrance of the hall... In addition, go Clean up the side hall, the prince will rest there tonight."

As for Ning Huaijin sitting there, she didn't know whether to refute the fireworks or the sleeping in the side hall first.As a result, he hesitated for such a moment, and the little servant quickly took the order.

Only now did Ning Huaijin realize something, and quickly said, "Your Majesty, this is unreasonable."

"What's wrong?" Ning Yan said nonchalantly: "When I was young, the emperor's uncle often accompanied me in the palace. Once when I caught a cold, the emperor's uncle even slept on the dragon bed. What's the point of sleeping in a side palace?" .”

Ning Huaijin thought to himself, how could this be the same, you were only eight years old at that time, your high fever couldn't subside, and you grabbed people and insisted on letting them go, what could he do.

But the young majesty is so old, Ning Huaijin didn't want to expose his shortcomings, so she swallowed the matter intimately, and didn't dare to refute.

Ning Yan hit the snake with the stick, moved the little couple between the two of them, and rubbed them affectionately to be good, coaxing Ning Huaijin to nod his head in a daze, and somehow became "just This time, it will not be an example."

Linhua Hall was not far from Zichen Hall, and the servants knew that Ning Yan had to wait anxiously, so they came back in a hurry.

The hangover soup from the dining room was also delivered, and Ning Yan took the jade bowl to test the temperature naturally, and served it to Ning Huaijin only after he felt that the temperature was acceptable.

"Although the hangover soup is a bit sour, but after drinking it, you won't have a headache." Ning Yan stretched out his arms, rummaged through the small cabinet beside the soft couch, took out a small paper bag as if offering a treasure, and said with a smile : "Uncle Huang, let's drink it. After drinking it, I still have candied fruit to eat."

Ning Huaijin thought it was funny, he was not Ning Yan, who was afraid of acid and suffering, why would he want candied fruit when he drank sober soup.

He raised his hand and drank the hangover soup in the bowl in one gulp.

The green plums and hawthorns in the hangover soup are both sour medicinal materials. However, Ning Huaijin realized that this bowl of soup did not taste too sour, presumably because of the extra rock sugar.

Ning Huaijin put down the bowl, only to realize belatedly that this is Ning Yan's own small kitchen. He has obvious taste preferences, and the dining room will naturally pay attention to such subtle tastes.

Although this bowl of soup was not sour, Ning Huaijin was rewarded with a candied fruit from Ning Yan.

The boy's plain fingertips pinched a small piece of dried peaches wrapped in powdered sugar, and he handed it to his mouth with a smile. Ning Huaijin hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't bear to refute his kindness, and opened his mouth to eat.

Ning Yan is so sweet, but he is very picky about his taste. He doesn't like the dry and greasy sweetness of pure sugar, but prefers this kind of sweet taste.

The dried peaches are sun-dried and have no juice, but the inner layer is soft and smooth, and it smells like fresh peaches.

Seeing that he liked it, Ning Yan couldn't help but bend his eyes, and generously stuffed the whole paper bag to Ning Huaijin, without waiting for him to say anything, he stood up on his own, and pulled himself off the hanger on one side. The warm cloak was draped over Ning Huaijin.

"It will be time in a while, Uncle Huang." Ning Yan said: "If you don't set off the fireworks, it will be too late."

Ning Yan didn't know what happened today, he was so proactive in doing things and talking, and he didn't ask his opinion first like before, and then acted like a baby and insisted on asking for his approval.Ning Huaijin was a little unaccustomed to Ning Yan's change, so she could only subconsciously be led by the nose.

In addition, Ning Huaijin drank alcohol at the end of the day, although he would not be drunk, but his reaction was not as fast as usual, and he was often slow.He thought in his mind that Ning Yan should not be allowed to serve him, but when he wanted to stop him, Ning Yan had already fastened his cloak and was holding his hand to go out.

"...Your Majesty." Ning Huaijin said: "It's against the rules for me to wear your clothes. It's cold outside, so you can't wear unlined clothes."

"Oh, it's not a big deal." Ning Yan let go of his hand, turned his head and picked up Ning Huaijin's snow-wet cloak from the couch, and put it on his body, and said with a face full of reason: "I It’s fine if you wear the uncle’s clothes.”