"When will the misty rain stop on the West Lake? The foggy water will push the boat. I ask you how beautiful the West Lake is? How much shame can there be in light sorrow and light locks?"

After finally avoiding the noisy fight between Shangguan Lin and Ye Luoliang, Leng Yuhan went down from the tower and ran straight to the city guard's office.

"Your Majesty is so elegant, how can you read such a beautiful poem while stepping on the corpse of a dead person?"

In front of Leng Yuhan, outside the gate of the city, a figure who had been waiting for a long time was quietly waiting.

"Ran Qingchen, if you are not protecting Mo Feng in the courtyard, what are you doing here?" [

Ran Mofeng was bulky and had difficulty moving. Leng Yuhan was worried that attacking the city and killing him would hurt Ran Mofeng, so he handed him over to Ran Qingchen for his protection.

"Mo Feng is Qing Chen's younger brother. Your prince will give Mo Feng to Qing Chen to take care of you, which will give you peace of mind. There are some things that Qing Chen can't understand. I would like to invite you to have a drink. I wonder if you are interested?"

Contrary to his usual aloof attitude, Ran Qingchen glanced away and spoke unnaturally.

"Oh? It just so happens that I have something to tell Qingchen. Let the cook in the house prepare some simple meals for drinking!"

There was a war and chaos outside, corpses were all over the streets, and no restaurant dared to open for business. Leng Yuhan stepped into the door of the house, not paying attention to the unnatural expression on Ran Qingchen's face.

"Um!"

Nodding in response, Ran Qingchen followed Leng Yuhan with extra caution.

A meal is prepared, a home-cooked meal. Three dishes and two soups, one dessert, one pastry, two kinds of home-made skin bean pickles, five pots of fragrant Chunliang wine made from rice and a jar of strong alcoholic wine called "jiu millet"

''s pure white wine is one of the local specialties of Longliang Haojing.

"Haha, what's wrong with Qingchen? Let me tell you, maybe I can help a little bit."

The battle lasted for a day and a night before stopping. Leng Yuhan was hungry from morning to night. His stomach was filled with hunger. The smell of hot food aroused his appetite, which made his appetite rise from his stomach to his lips and tongue.

After washing hands and taking a seat, the cold rain and cold waved away, and a chopstick of sweet roasted chestnut pine nuts was put into the mouth with bamboo chopsticks.

"Your Majesty is a smart man, and Qingchen always speaks smart words. Qingchen would like to ask your Majesty, does he have a place for Qingchen in his heart?"

Fuyi sat down opposite Leng Yuhan. Ran Qingchen unwrapped the wine grains unhurriedly, poured a full bowl for herself, raised her head and drank it all.

"Whether you stay or not depends on your life, not on me."

If there is the existence of Ran Qingchen in Shi Hanyan's destiny, Leng Yuhan will unconditionally accept Ran Qingchen to stay with him. If there is no preset position for Ran Qingchen in Shi Hanyan's destiny, Leng Yuhan will admit that he

It doesn’t count.

"Qingchen doesn't understand what the prince means."

The strong and mellow spicy taste of wine grains filled the tongue, and the bitter and thirsty taste quickly spread to the throat. Ran Qingchen poured herself another bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"Let nature take its course. If one day you fall in love with me, I will consider making room for you."

After pouring a small glass of grain and wine to taste, Leng Yuhan said half jokingly and half seriously.[

"Love is a cup of bitter wine. After drinking it for so many years, the concubine finally died. I wonder how this glass of wine that belongs to the prince tastes?"

After drinking three cups in a row, Ran Qingchen's eyes were filled with drunkenness, and the words he spoke were lightly tinged with sadness.

"Do you want to taste it?"

Seeing how drunk Ran Qingchen was, Leng Yuhan didn't expect that Ran Qingchen was so drunk.

"Whether you want to think about it or not, depends on your life, not your light dust!"

An ambiguous answer. When he drank the fourth bowl of wine, the bitter taste in Ran Qingchen's mouth miraculously disappeared. What he tasted in his mouth was actually a cool spring water that seemed to be able to wash away the sadness in his heart. It was fragrant and delicious, and washed away.

With Ran Qingchen burying the pain in her heart for many years.

"Haha, would you argue with me when you are drunk?"

Putting down his chopsticks, Leng Yuhan wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and let Ran Qingchen drink as he pleased.

"My lord, don't you have something to say? Qingchen listen."

The beauty of the clear spring transformed into a profound and infinite taste of pure beauty. Ran Qingchen drank five bowls in succession, and the bottom of a jar of wine grains was faintly visible.

"I want the death jade. The conditions are up to you."

Seventy percent drunk and three percent sober, Leng Yuhan believed that Ran Qingchen could still understand what he said.

"Your Majesty, you want the death jade? Haha, is that thing so good? Why didn't Qing Chen see it--"

He raised his eyes suspiciously and looked at Leng Yuhan, who had a double shadow in his sight. Ran Qingchen lay on the table in a daze, mumbling to herself.

The wine jar was hung by Ran Qingchen's elbow and poured onto the table. The remaining wine roots in the jar flowed out and wet Ran Qingchen's dust-free white cuffs.

"drunkard!"

Unable to stand Ran Qingchen's distressed look, Leng Yuhan stood up and walked to Ran Qingchen's position, pulled Ran Qingchen's body up and put it on his shoulders, and helped Ran Qingchen to find her.

A house where you can rest temporarily.

"Concubine, Chen'er misses you so much."

"Concubine, Chen'er doesn't want to fight for fame and fortune."

"Mother concubine, Chen'er wants to eat the Jihua cake you made by yourself."

"Concubine, Chen'er wants to wear the little flower coat you made by yourself."

With all the weight of her body resting on Leng Yuhan's shoulders, Ran Qingchen swayed as if her feet were made of cotton, mumbling about the beautiful memories of her childhood.[

"Hmph! How about a little flower jacket?"
Chapter completed!