drunk red

drunk red

Author: Mo Tiantian

New Year Banquet

The night is clear and dustless, the moonlight is like silver, and a few stars make it even more icy and thorough.

The maid, Bi Se, clasped her hands together, put them near her mouth, and exhaled lightly, puffs of white smoke spit out from her rhombus-shaped red lips, fleeting.

Stamping his feet, frowning slightly, he looked up at the snowflakes that were still falling, and sighed.

Creaking, the sound of footsteps stepping on the snow approaching, Bi Se listened attentively, such a big movement, perhaps it was Scarlet.

"You're here? How's the preparation going?"

"It's almost there, the young master asked me to see how the madam's preparations are going." Fei Se held a lantern in her hand, her little face was bright red.

"I've been asleep for almost an hour. I should be awake as usual. Is it too urgent? If not, let the young master sleep a little longer. He is not in good health. It will be very cold. If It's very violent, and it will be terrible if you get the wind and cold." Bi Se whispered in Fei Se's ear, afraid of waking up the sleeping baby in the room.

"Bise." Rou Rou Nuo Nuo called out, faintly transmitted through the yellow rosewood door, and dissipated in the cold winter night.

"Yes, ma'am." The two girls couldn't help standing upright when they heard the voice.

"Go get some hot water, Jia'er woke up. I'll wipe his face with a hot handkerchief."

"Madam wait a moment, I'll go right away, Fei Se, you go to the front hall to inform the young master, the young master wakes up, and he will be there in a quarter of an hour."

Scarlet nodded, and rushed to the front hall.

Not far away is the front hall, which is brightly lit. After listening carefully, there are interlaced cups and cups, and it is very lively.

At the corner of the front corridor, there is a tall and straight person, who gradually disappears from the darkness. Under the eaves of the corridor, a red lantern shakes slightly, shining on the side of the person, flickering, like a thick and dark splashed ink painting. Thick ink dripped carelessly.

Scarlet stopped, and leaned against the railing on one side, giving way to the passage in the middle, lowering her eyebrows.

Walking out of the corridor, the moonlight shines lightly, and outlines the appearance of this person in detail.

Black silk clothes, black brocade boots, black headband, even those eyes seemed to be much darker than ordinary people, deep and bottomless.A face full of heroism, the corners have not yet opened, but the outline can already be seen.But at the age of fourteen or fifteen, there is an aura that people can't ignore or underestimate.

This kind of man, regardless of grade, has an aura that makes people unconsciously surrender.

"Master," Fei Se blessed her body when he passed by.

"Yeah." A faint reply, staggered past.

Fei Se gently let out the breath she had held back for a while, stuck out her tongue, and patted her chest.At the tip of her nose, a scent of ambergris passed by, but it was not strong. On a cold winter night, she inhaled the cold air filled with ice scum. This smell made her feel warm, like suddenly walked into the young master's room.

A little bit of dark fragrance permeates, melts in the air, and spreads out.

Fei Se came back to her senses abruptly, the breath between breaths was gone long ago, like a hallucination, turning around, the door of Madam's room opened, and a burst of candlelight spread out, reflecting a thick layer of smoke on the ground. On the snow, the shadow of the young master is mottled and jumping.

Fei Se stood there, watching the wooden door close, and the light faded away.

Front room, it's busy here, time to see if there's room for help.

Holding the red lantern, Scarlet walked forward with small steps.

Tang Ziao walked into the room, and the warm breath that came to his face was mixed with a scent of milk.

Xue Wanyi smiled, with a bit of shyness on her face, the buttons on the slanted padded jacket were unbuttoned, and it drooped down, revealing the white obscene clothes inside.

Gentle, beautiful, with a touch of tenderness between her brows and black eyes, she stared at the baby in her hand who was looking at her with wide open eyes, raised her right hand lightly, leaned him on her shoulder, patted her back, closed her eyes and whispered Whispering: "Good Jiajia, good Xiaojia."

The child opened his mouth, and finally hiccupped under his mother's pat. The small sound made one's heart soften.

The woman took the veil on the thin mattress covering the child and wiped away a drop of milk stains from the corner of his mouth, tucked the padded jacket around his neck, and then looked away.

"Master, is this the way to go?" Blessing his body, he raised his head, the warmth towards the baby faded away, there was respect and humility in his eyes, but no admiration.

Tang Ziao didn't get impatient because of her neglect, he stretched out his hand to take the child with an indifferent expression: "Clean it up, this will be over."

"it is good."

Xue Wanyi turned her back, raised her hands, and buckled the buttons that she had just untied for breastfeeding.

"Ahh..." The child who woke up after eating and slapping Tang Ziao's face with his little hand.

The soft, warm, and pitiful little hand patted his mouth accurately. Perhaps the warm touch made the child feel different. He stretched out five fingers, pulled them a few times, and whimpered. Without stopping, the saliva dripped down.

The candle flame jumped and crackled.

The child's tender little face is even more transparent in the yellow candlelight, glowing with luster, every part is like the best suet jade, thick but not heavy, clear and not sparse.

The facial features of that small face have not yet opened, and it is round and round everywhere, but it can be seen that it is a beautiful child. Although it is a boy, it is more like a mother, with flickering eyelashes, thin and dense ;The round and big eyes are like obsidian, clear and clear; the pink lips are slightly pursed, glowing pink.

When Tang Ziao grasped the sword, his extremely powerful hands held it gently, his expressionless face was softer than usual, and his eyes were slightly warm.

"Master, let me hug you." Xue Wanyi had already arranged her clothes, and put a layer of rouge on her face, making her pale face look rosy and healthy.

"Let's go." The soft light in Tang Ziao's eyes dissipated, and he put the child in her arms into her arms.

Between husband and wife, respect each other as guests, seemingly harmonious, but alienated and indifferent everywhere.

The woman is two years older than the man. She is 16 years old this year. The sister of the current emperor's mother and compatriot. At the beginning of last year, she went to the temple to pay homage to the Buddha for her deceased mother and concubine. Unexpectedly, on the way back, she encountered robbers. The only son of Tang Mingxiang, the leader of the martial arts alliance, passed by here , rescued her.

The emperor bestowed a marriage on the two of them, and the marriage was handled that year, which caused a sensation among the people at that time. Although the Tang family is also a big family, everyone in the world is in awe.But after all, he is just a folk, and the emperor betrothed his beloved sister to Tang Ziao, who was only 13 years old. It is not a good story.For a time, the folks seemed to have received royal gifts, and they were happy. Even the storyteller added fuel to the matter, talking about it in teahouses and taverns every day, and described all the details of the encounter between the two in detail. .

The two love each other, especially this kind of legendary love story between a princess married and a commoner, which is the best talk. After that, how many men with a heart full of love wandered from that road every day, thinking how many people could be saved? Miss everyone, so that another good story can be accomplished.

According to the storyteller, the two experienced all kinds of twists and turns, held hands, broke through many obstacles, and finally obtained the emperor's will.Just this one paragraph has caused many women to burst into tears, imagining the appearance of Tang Ziao, the young master of the Tang family who is holding a sword and facing the wind in the jade tree, kneeling in the hall and begging to marry the princess.

But the fact is that the two parties are walking in the Tang family's mansion at this moment, one in front of the other, getting along like vegetables without salt, bland and tasteless, there is no love and sweetness in the outside world.

A gust of north wind blew, and snowflakes blew into the corridor. Xue Wanyi turned her body slightly, protecting the child in her arms.

The promenade winds and turns, passing the lotus pond that has been frozen into a thick layer of ice, and it is the brightly lit main hall.

The inside is busy and tight, the spacious hall is not divided into left and right sides, but the wine tables are placed in a circle, leaving only aisles on both sides, and a long square table is placed in the middle, filled with all kinds of people. All kinds of little things.

As soon as Tang Ziao and Xue Wanyi who followed behind entered, the hall suddenly fell silent. Many people had only heard about the princess from rumors. If they had the opportunity, they raised their eyes and were amazed on the spot.

Xue Wanyi stood there with lowered eyes, a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, and whispered softly: "I have seen all the chivalrous men, my son is not in good health, and he came late, so I offended you so much, please don't take it for granted."

"No, no."

"nothing."

"It doesn't matter that much."

Although it is said that she is married to Tang Ziao, the education she has received since she was a child made her just stand there, graceful and graceful, her eyes flowing, and she has a noble posture. It's not easy to take a close look at it, so I have to pretend to be unintentional and keep looking at it secretly.

The night was bleak and cold, the guards guarding outside the main hall saw that there was no one around, quickly stomped their feet, and took a sip of the hot wine secretly given by the little girl.

The moonlight was pale, and the candlelight was reflected in the snow, which was as dazzling as stars.

In the distance, a black shadow flashed past, he blinked, and looked into the shadow of the tree, it was pitch black, and there was no movement.

Sighing, listening to the sound of toasting in the room, swallowed.

In the hall with closed wooden doors.

Tang Ziao clasped his fists and brought her mother and son to the long table in the middle.

Xue Wanyi tore off the little quilt covering the child.Inside, Tang Qianjia's big eyes rolled around, obviously curious about so many people around, "Good Jiajia, come on, touch whoever you like." Put him in the middle of the square table covered with a layer of blankets, Xue Wanyi pointed Looking at the things around him, coaxing softly.

"Ahh..." The child was very excited, pouted his buttocks, patted the mattress with his hands, and whimpered.

"beautiful