Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan said it was a stick of incense, but it really was a stick of incense.

Ning Huaijin had just settled down in the tent, wiped her hands and face with a hot towel, changed into light clothes and sat by the fire to warm herself up. Before her whole body warmed up, Ning Yan opened the tent and came in.

As soon as he opened the thick cloth curtain at the door, the cold wind directly penetrated into the tent.Most of the heat in the tent escaped, almost blowing out two candles.

Ning Yan didn't know that when he came in, Ning Huaijin just thought that Wei Ji, who had gone out to carry charcoal fires, had returned. He didn't even lift his head, and was sitting by the fire covered with a piece of soft leather, reading a book while thinking Inadvertently stirred the sugar cheese in his hand.

It wasn't until Ning Yan walked around the screen and a corner of the cloak entered Ning Huaijin's peripheral vision that he felt something was wrong.

Ning Huaijin raised her head abruptly, seeing that it was Ning Yan who came in, she subconsciously wanted to stand up and salute.But his book was on his lap, his legs were covered with a piece of soft leather, and he was still holding a bowl of molasses in his hand. He was a little flustered for a while, and he didn't know which one to collect first.

"Uncle Emperor." Ning Yan pressed Ning Huaijin's shoulders, smiled and bent down to approach him, squinted his eyes to look at the book in his hand, and said, "What are you looking at, so lost in thought."

"The one I randomly picked up from the bookshelf before going out is a book about landscape and allusions." Ning Huaijin touched his arm, and saw that the silver arrow button on his wrist was covered with mist, so she couldn't help frowning , Said: "...Your Majesty is so cold, take off your cloak, sit here and bake."

"Just now I went for a walk with Zhao Ming and Ah Zhan, and I accidentally ran a little far, and went for a walk in the woods." Ning Yan said: "Don't mention it, the forest farm outside is growing well, and you can't see the end at a glance. When I came back, I saw a deer, but it was a pity that I didn’t bring a bow and arrow, so I let it go.”

He straightened up with a smile, and without calling anyone to serve him, he tore off the tie of the cloak and threw the clothes on the smoking cage that was half a person high.

"It's just that Uncle Huang's tent doesn't smell very good." Ning Yan said while sitting next to Ning Huaijin, he pulled the corner of the soft leather to cover his knees, rubbed his hands, and hung it over the stove to bake. , and then said: "When I came in just now, I smelled a smell of wax oil. It was very strong. After smelling it for a long time, I should have a headache. After a while, I asked He Wenting to bring two pieces of bait from me, and threw them into the smoker cage. The kung fu of the clock is good."

After all, the conditions in the hunting ground were no better than those in the palace. The cold air was blowing straight up from the ground, even if the tents were padded with cushions, it would not help.There are no houses here, and the dwellings are all made of linoleum cloth and covered with thick cotton curtains. In order to keep warm, no windows are opened around the curtains, and they are carefully nailed to the ground with long nails, so that no wind can come in.

With such a set up, the tent will inevitably be dark, even in broad daylight, candles must be lit everywhere for lighting, plus the charcoal basin inside the tent, it does have some smell.

"How can this be done?" Ning Huaijin disagreed: "The incense that His Majesty often uses is ambergris, how can I light it in my tent. Your Majesty dislikes the strong smell, so I will go to the National Teacher's to mix some sandalwood later. "

"Uncle Huang is not very old, he is always so pedantic, and looks old-fashioned." Ning Yan clicked his tongue, and said impatiently: "Anyway, no one comes to Uncle Huang's tent, so why don't you secretly order some."

Ning Yan didn't care whether Ning Huaijin agreed or not, so he decided on the matter on his own, and called He Wenting to take it.

He didn't wait for Ning Huaijin to say anything, he pulled the soft leather on his knee and rubbed against Ning Huaijin, almost touching his legs.

Ning Huaijin habitually wanted to straighten up and give this piece of leather to Ning Yan, when she saw His Majesty leaning over very naturally, picked up the small silver spoon from the edge of the bowl in his hand, and took a spoonful of sugar He put the cheese in his mouth and took a sip.

Ning Huaijin had already drank half of the bowl of sugar cheese, leaving only a thin layer of bottom, so he never expected that Ning Yan would suddenly come to taste what was left of him, and he couldn't stop him for a while, and he couldn't even care about his appearance , hastily withdrew his hands and snatched back the bowl, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty!"

"Yeah." Ning Yan didn't care about his harsh tone, but casually agreed, "Not sweet enough."

As he spoke, he put the spoon back into the bowl, and moved the stove to his side, as if he just wanted to taste the flavor on a whim, and felt bored because there was not enough sugar.

Ning Huaijin originally wanted to talk to him about the rules and decency, and told him not to lower his status like this, but Ning Yan's nonchalant attitude blocked him, and it seemed like he was making a fuss out of a molehill.

He held his breath in his throat, he couldn't go up and down, and he didn't know how to go down. He just felt that Ning Yan didn't know what happened recently, and even his behavior was not as cautious as usual.

With this thought, Ning Huaijin became a little worried. Their descendants were weak, but they had seen other people raise their children.It seems that teenagers always have this kind of experience, relying on themselves to "grow up" and start not caring about rules and decency, thinking that they can act rashly and get close to whomever they want.

But Ning Yan is not a child of an ordinary family - it sounds cruel to say it, but sitting in that position, there is always someone watching his every move. He can know that this is Ning Yan's childlike heart, but others may not necessarily think so.One by one, he had to break apart his words and deeds, and pick out the "implication" bit by bit before he could stop.

If he made a mistake, it would not be a matter for ordinary families to close the ancestral hall with a board, and if he was not careful, it would leave a disaster.Those who have always been emperors are prone to omissions when they speak and act forward-looking and backward-looking. They have to reflect on themselves from time to time, how can they live longer and get back.

Ning Huaijin's mind was in a mess, and for a while she felt softly that Ning Yan was acting like a baby with him behind closed doors, and she was sensible enough outside; , the bottom line of the province retreats again and again, always showing timidity outside.

Ning Yan rubbed his hands against the heat, seeing his expression changing again and again from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart.

But he didn't want to be scolded after all, so before Ning Huaijin came up with a result, he hurriedly tried to break up the conversation: "By the way, when I came back just now, Ah Zhan said that looking at today's weather, it must be a bad day at night." On a sunny day with a bright moon and few stars, why not hold a small banquet in the pasture outside at night, and ask the ministers who came to the winter hunt to have a few drinks together. After the banquet, how many of us can—"

Before Ning Yan could say the second half of the sentence, he was interrupted by the communication outside.

Followed by a rush of footsteps, He Wenting had just called His Majesty, before he could finish speaking, the visitor had already tore open the cotton curtain outside the curtain, and hurried in.

The cold wind from outside rushed in, Ning Yan shivered, and subconsciously pushed the soft leather covering his legs towards Ning Huaijin, for fear of freezing him.

"Brother Huang!" A slightly immature cry came from outside the screen, and the visitor rushed around the screen in a hurry. He Wenting, who followed the door, failed to catch him, and even the candlelight beside him was blown crookedly. It's so good that it's gone.

It was a boy who looked eleven or twelve years old, wearing a bright water-colored jacket, stepping on a pair of moccasin boots, holding a short whip made of beef tendon in his hand, rushing in blah blah.

As soon as he turned the screen, he saw Ning Yan sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him calmly.

"Xiaoqi." Ning Yan said, "Didn't your husband teach you to notify you before entering the door?"

Ning Yue was most afraid of Ning Yan's expression - he was the youngest son of the late emperor, and the late emperor passed away before he was one year old.It's just that although Ning Yue has never experienced the days of brothers fighting against others like others, he has only one brother, Ning Yan, who can be counted by his side. He has been taught by him since he was a child, so he is inevitably a little afraid of him.

Ning Yue didn't dare to make a fuss at once, he quickly stopped, and because he stopped too quickly, he almost fell on the smoker.

"I informed you." Ning Yue seemed to be afraid that he would not believe him, so he turned around quickly, ran back to the other side of the screen, and pulled the other person who had just entered the door: "If you don't believe me, ask the fifth brother." !"

The boy who was dragged in by him was a boy half the same age as Ning Yan, who looked slightly older than Ning Yan, and his brows and eyes were much gentler than him.

The boy was pulled by Ning Yue, and he didn't show any impatience. With a smile on his face, he patted his head and saluted Ning Yan.

"Indeed." Ning Ci said with a smile, "It's just that Xiao Qi couldn't wait for servant He to speak."

After replying to Ning Yan's words, he turned around again, saluted Ning Huaijin upright, and said, "My lord is well."

Ning Ci is older than Ning Yan, but because of the lower status of her biological mother, she has not been taken seriously in the palace.Over the years, although he has become a king of the county by virtue of his shady seal, he has always kept his posture low and never fought for anything.

He knew that Ning Huaijin was valued in Ning Yan's eyes, so even though he could be called uncle and nephew in terms of seniority, he didn't want to make friends with him.

Ning Huaijin nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Although these two are both Ning Yan's brothers and sisters, they are both people who established the king's mansion, and they have no contact with Ning Huaijin on weekdays.

With outsiders in the tent, Ning Huaijin felt uncomfortable leaning on the couch again, so she tore off the leather covering her body, dusted off her clothes, and sat up straight.

"Why did Fifth Brother and Xiao Qi come to see me?" With other people around, Ning Yan changed his name and asked the two of them: "The winter hunting will only start tomorrow, and this is no fun for me."

"It's nothing." Ning Yue held the horsewhip in his hand, pulled a small stool and sat next to the stove, laughed a few times, and said, "I just heard from outside that Brother Huang took sister Shu's family into the palace. I want to ask Brother Huang when he will get married, so that I can pick up the bride for Brother Huang!"

"Where did you hear such nonsense?" Ning Yan glanced at him: "I won't marry her, calling her into the palace is something else."

"Ah..." Ning Yue was young, and his emotions were written all over his face. Hearing this, he was a little disappointed.

"Why, you want to pick up a bride at such a young age?" Ning Yan laughed and said: "Why don't I choose a county princess for you, wouldn't it be more fun for you to marry one yourself."

"No, no, forget it." Ning Yue quickly shook his head like a rattle: "Farewell, I don't want someone to take care of me right now."

Ning Yan glanced at him and asked, "Then you still come to urge me?"

"Brother Huang, isn't he old?" Ning Yue rubbed his hands, endured and endured, and then asked: "Brother Huang, why doesn't he like Sister Shu? I met her once when I went to play in Shu's mansion. , looks pretty good."

"No reason." Ning Yan looked at Ning Huaijin unintentionally, and said, "I have a sweetheart."