young flower

After a long while, Yang Fengjue said: "I also think that apart from this method, there is no better and more balanced method. The result of cooperating with the prince is nothing more than two: one is that he wants the power in our hands First, he wants us to work for him. We have worked hard for so many years, and everyone here understands why we have worked hard for so many years. I give up everything now, and I will let go immediately without saying a word. And when it comes to being entangled in the officialdom, even if we don't cooperate with the prince, if we want to deal with the third prince, we will still fall into the officialdom struggle, and it may get deeper. Now I'm here to express my opinion, and everyone can share their own views. Uncle Qiu, what do you think?"

Qiu Zhongyuan put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Yang Fengjue with a smile in his eyes, "Fengjue, it's good if you can figure it out for yourself, you should understand the grievances between your family and the prince. This time , no matter what decision you make, old man, I will stand by your side..."

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30. Too much wine is a mistake...

As soon as Feihua approached the weeping flower moon cave in the yard, she saw the Yuntan servant, like an ant in a hot pot, twisting his hands and turning around in place. Seeing Feihua approaching, it was like seeing a savior.

He grabbed Feihua's sleeve and begged anxiously: "Young Master Fei, go and persuade the master, I've been drinking for half a night, drink more..."

Feihua looked over from the courtyard gate, and saw Yang Fengjue sitting on a stone bench with her back facing him in the pavilion shaded by sweet-scented osmanthus. After running in the desert for half a month, she finally saw an oasis, and kept raising her head anxiously and violently. After filling the wine, a faint smell of alcohol was brought over with the night wind, and the cold air also slightly boiled.

"Go and prepare some rice porridge, hangover soup, and hot water for bathing." After Feihua gave Yuntan instructions, she walked lightly towards the gazebo.

After entering the gazebo, Feihua discovered that Yang Fengjue had really drank a lot of wine. The pavilion was scattered with empty jugs and small wine jars. The smell of alcohol covered the air around the gazebo, and the night wind could not blow it away. All the wine in the wine cellar was moved here.

Yang Fengjue was holding a large wine jar, and was pouring wine into the porcelain bowl. The wine spilled out and splashed on the stone table and clothes. neck, soaking a large piece of skirt.

"A jar of three liang of silver for Daohuaxiang, six liang of silver for a jar of golden music, two liang of silver for Chunfengxiao, and three liang of silver for everything else. Let me see, one, two, three, four, five...you drink it 29 and six renminbi, enough to buy more than a catty of high-quality Maojian, three liang of melon slices, dozens of catties of Ruxiangji’s sweet-scented osmanthus cake..."

Feihua sat down opposite him, and after a long silence, she spoke slowly, but what she said had nothing to do with persuading him to drink.

Yang Fengjue heard the words, raised her neck and drank the wine in the bowl, pressed the wine bowl on the table with a "snap", froze for a while, let out a big belch, and then slowly focused her dazed eyes on the person who was talking to the other side. on people.

"...What did you just say?" He asked vaguely after drinking until his tongue was big.

"..." Feihua stared at another unopened jug of wine beside her, and fell silent like a trance.

Yang Fengjue followed his gaze, and then suddenly laughed silently: "What? Want to have a drink too? Shouldn't you come to persuade me not to drink anymore? Or, in fact, you are also in the same unhappy mood as me? !Um?"

At the end of the conversation, he had already moved to Feihua's side, and the tone of his speech sprayed Feihua's face with a strong smell of alcohol.Feihua unconsciously turned her head slightly to avoid it, but Yang Fengjue pinched her chin.Under the dim moonlight, the distance between the two of them was so small that they could clearly see the fluff on each other's faces.

"Xiaofei..."

The two of them stared, and after a long time, when Feihua felt that he should say something to forgive the current situation, Yang Fengjue murmured softly, with the bitterness of frustration and the fragility of being overwhelmed in his tone, Immediately, he felt himself being pulled into a bosom full of alcohol.

"Xiaofei, Xiaofei...you don't know, if it wasn't for the crown prince, my parents might not have gone to the capital, and they wouldn't have died so early, and even the bones were not found. If it wasn't for him... But in order to avenge my father and mother, I still have to rely on his strength, how reconciled I am! How reconciled..."

Yang Fengjue's arms tightly wrapped around Feihua, with such force that it hurt slightly, Feihua frowned, and finally pieced together the general meaning from his intermittent words, and also understood a little bit why he was so concerned about forming an alliance with the prince. Such a deep conflict.

"Xiaofei...Xiaofei..." Yang Fengjue hugged Feihua tightly, only knowing how to call out the name of the person in his arms, as if this could reduce the pain and depression in his heart.

Feihua hesitated for a while, put her arms around his back, and patted him gently with her right hand like coaxing a child.

After an unknown period of time, Feihua felt that her arms were so sore that she was about to be unable to hold on. Yang Fengjue's call changed to a moaning and chirping of unknown meaning, and then gradually became quiet and regular breathing.

Feihua gradually became depressed.Why?Persuading people to drink without bringing such things is really hard work!The night was getting darker and darker, and the cold night fog began to wrap around him.You can't just spend the night like this, can you?

Feihua tried to push Yang Fengjue away, but failed to push after several times. Finally, he became impatient and pushed hard.

With the sound of "bang", "pop", and "clang", Yang Fengjue was pushed away, but under the force, his body fell to the side, and Feihua, who was caught by him by his robe, also fell to the ground , The empty wine jar on the ground rolled a few times and stopped among the flowers under the gazebo.

Feihua's face was turning black, and Yang Fengjue fell to the ground and dragged him as a pillow. Poor half of his body was crushed, and his legs were pressed by one of Yang Fengjue's long legs, but that person fell asleep, ignorant and ignorant. Feeling that Ren Feihua pushed and shoved for a long time but couldn't get away.

Feihua lay on the cold floor looking at the crescent moon in the sky, scolding Yang Fengjue countless times in her heart, but she still pulled his skirt, hugged his shoulders, and snuggled against the cold.

Early the next morning, Yang Fengjue woke up refreshed on her big bed, and when she heard that Feihua was ill, she hurriedly washed and washed her hair, and hurried to Feihua's room without combing her hair.

However, he found that Feihua treated him unusually cold today. She didn't lift her eyelids when she heard him coming, and she answered him coldly, even with...resentment?

He thinks maybe he is overthinking, Feihua is also quite cold on weekdays, especially when Feihuasheng is sick, he is cold, sullen and unreasonable, but never has he been like this?

Yang Fengjue was puzzled, and wondered for a long time if he had done something wrong to make his sweetheart treat him so smugly, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out, so he had to order his servants to boil the black that Feihua liked. Glutinous rice and red bean porridge come.

He stepped out of the door and was about to order someone to fetch some ginseng from the storeroom, when he saw Xiaobao walking from the corridor holding a bowl of steaming medicinal juice, and saw that he didn't smile like he used to Haha called him Big Brother Yang, but snorted angrily, and walked in with the medicine.

Yang Fengjue was even more puzzled. Did he become a public enemy of the world just after one night?

Following Xiao Bao, Yun Tan, who was holding millet porridge, looked at her master and sighed sympathetically, and looked at Yang Chongyu who was beside her amusedly.

"Yun Tan..." Yang Fengjue called the servant and was about to ask clearly, Yun Tan had already walked into the room with porridge in his hands.

Yang Fengjue looked at the gently shaking door, speechless.

"Brother..." Seeing his eldest brother's bewildered look, Yang Chongyu patted him on the shoulder and gave him a sympathetic smile.

Sure enough, ignorance is also a kind of happiness? !When he got up early in the morning, he had heard from Yun Tan that his elder brother was drunk last night, and Fei Hua went to persuade him to drink, but he was dragged by a drunk to lie on the ground to enjoy the cold moon for half the night, Yun Tan found out with great difficulty, and worked together to bring him back Room, waited for bathing and changing clothes, drank hangover soup and ginger soup, and finally fell asleep.

A certain drunk man was in good health and slept well all night. Poor Feihua had been busy for most of the night and fell ill early in the morning. Both of them had thick dark circles, sneezing non-stop, and looked weak and breathless. He felt distressed just looking at it, he wanted to let his elder brother know that he was the culprit, hehe...

Looking at his younger brother's appearance, Yang Fengjue suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

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JJ is very weak and crazy...

Dear friends, continue to step on the snow without a trace...

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31. Floating life sneaking away...

Feihua lay on the bed and covered herself for two days, the wind and cold improved a bit, and she was finally able to get out of bed and walk around.In order to fully express her guilt, Yang Fengjue decided to take Feihua out to relax.

The so-called going out is actually just walking around the streets, Feihua is not in good health, Yang Fengjue does not want him to work hard, and Feihua herself does not want to go far.For him, the living environment of the two lifetimes combined is completely different, but he still prefers to stay at home to read books, drink tea, and tend flowers and plants.

And to be honest, after coming to Luozhou for so long, Feihua has been busy with the affairs of Tianyang Commercial Bank.