The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

The restaurant is as grand as ever, the sound of the piano intersects, there is a pipa woman holding the pipa in the stands and playing, there are cheers and cheers from the stands, and there are intertwined cups of wine, a bustling scene. At this moment, the sky outside is also sinking, and the lanterns outside the building It seemed to light up in an instant, and the shadow of the lamp fluttered with the breeze.

Seeing a distinguished guest at the door, the lady proprietress rushed to greet her, and asked with a smile, "Hey, please, what wine are you drinking today?"

"Is there Yan Nanfei here?" Mu Qianli scanned the scene in the restaurant and asked back.

The proprietress was wearing a high bun, with a large purple-red peony flower on her hair. There was a flower tint between her eyebrows, she was wearing a green radish dress, her cheeks were painted with rouge, and her eyebrows were painted like thin willows. The old lady, but she still has charm, when she heard this, her smile blossomed like a peach blossom, she lifted the silk in her hand and said with a smile: "Young master, you are joking, this is Yanting's wine, how can we have such a thing in Kyoto."

"Why is there no Yan Ting's stuff in the capital?" Mu Qianli asked curiously, turned his eyes to look at the row of wines behind the counter, pointed to one of them and said, "Then let's make a pot of Man Ting Chun."

"Okay." The proprietress smiled, walked quickly to the counter to get the wine and handed it to Mu Qianli, then looked at Gu Shibai behind him; "This young master?"

Gu Shibai sighed lightly: "Yu Nujiao."

The proprietress then turned around and handed it to Gu Shibai from Yu Nujiao. Seeing that the old bridesmaid had finished her work, Mu Qianli asked, "You haven't told me yet, why is there no wine from Yan Ting?"

"That Yan Nanfei is extremely difficult to preserve. It was transported to the capital, and it spoiled a long time ago! But that wine is the sole product of Yan Ting, and we can't make the taste of that wine here." After the proprietress explained, she eagerly walked out of the counter Then he came out and wanted to lead Mu Qianli and Gu Shibai upstairs.

But Mu Qianli declined: "No need." He turned his head to look at Gu Shibai, raised his eyebrows: "I can't enjoy drinking here, let's drink somewhere else?"

Holding the wine, Gu Shibai froze for a moment, followed Mu Qianli and walked outside together, only to see Mu Qianli walking in front of a wall and suddenly leaping up to the roof, Gu Shibai finally realized what he said The place to have fun is the roof of the restaurant, but where you can watch the bright moon and enjoy the breeze, it is indeed a good place to drink and relax.

It's just that Mu Qianli has been tense since he came back to Beijing, he seems really happy to be able to do this today, Gu Shibai couldn't help but feel relieved, and immediately jumped on the roof.

Mu Qianli had already sat down facing the moon. Before he and Gu Shibai came to drink, they went home and changed into ordinary clothes. There were only two colors he liked the most in ordinary clothes, one was light brown and the other was dark red.

At this moment, he was wearing a dark red dress with neatly overlapping collars. The clothes were decorated with jade beads and covered with a layer of light golden gauze, shining brilliantly under the moonlight. The waist was tied with a black belt. With his suit upside down, he was extraordinarily chic and coquettish.

Gu Shibai stared at him for a while, moved his eyes, walked forward, sat down leaning against Mu Qianli, looked up at the moonlight with Mu Qianli.

"Unfortunately, I don't have the wine you want." Gu Shibai jokingly touched Mu Qianli's Man Tingchun with the jug in his hand.

"If you don't have it, then you don't have it." Mu Qianli sighed, took a few sips from the flagon, put down the flagon and said, "I'm not Concubine Yang Gui, so I can't waste people's money and let others send it to me all the way?"

He was obviously a little drunk, and the tone of his speech was also tainted with drunkenness, becoming casual and free and easy. Gu Shibai turned his head and looked at him quietly, took a sip from the pot, was silent for a while, and asked: "After the prince takes back the military power, what is he going to do next?" What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Mu Qianli repeated, he doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, he gets drunk after a while, but whether he is happy or sad, he always likes to get drunk.

He patted Gu Shibai's shoulder, stood up staggeringly, looked at the moon in the sky, raised the wine pot, couldn't help laughing, and faced the direction of the northwest: "Zi Shi, Zi Shi take back my Cang Yue Six states lost in previous wars."

He turned around, his drunken cheeks were reddish, and he looked at Gu Shibai with drunken eyes, as if begging but also as an order: "Gu Shibai, you have to help me..." His feet softened, and he suddenly turned to Gu Shibai. He rushed forward and threw himself into Gu Shibai's arms, holding Gu Shibai's hand with a smile: "You have to help me regain the lost ground."

"Then what about us?" Gu Shibai put down the jug, and looked into Mu Qianli's gaze: "Are you thinking about us in the future..." He paused, but still couldn't help asking that sentence : "Are you still a monarch and minister?"

The joy of this evening seemed to be torn apart at this moment, the wind on the roof gradually chilled, Mu Qianli seemed to be woken up by the cold wind, and his smiling eyes suddenly became quiet.

The moonlit night was silent...Mu Qianli stood up, his wide sleeves of flowing gauze slowly broke free from Gu Shibai's arms, he took a step back, the look in Gu Shibai's eyes became colder.

"We..." Mu Qianli groaned in his heart, trying to hold back his sadness, "Didn't we agree?" He watched Gu Shibai's face gradually lose a trace of tenderness, and the cold light in his eyes stared at Gu Shibai. He, listen to him complete everything he said word by word: "Just be a monarch and a minister."

Gu Shibai's eyes drooped down, his eyelashes covered his eyes, and he lost his expression. After a long time, he lowered his head and nodded slightly: "Okay, then we will only be monarchs and ministers." He stretched out his hand to pick up the wine again. Hu stood up, gently squeezed the hand holding the flagon, turned around and walked to the other side of the roof, the night was dark, only (ps: a sound) a lonely shadow remained, and the bright moon was still bright.