no king

Chapter 15

Family.

Standing on a high place, looking at the Yunzhen Courtyard in the flickering lights.

She was a little hesitant, what was she doing like this?

Go take a look, take a look, and see if the man is well.

After entering Yunzhen Courtyard, he immediately found Chu Chunyuan's bedroom, where there was only faint candlelight.

Can you get in?Can you get in?While thinking, he smelled the familiar medicinal fragrance again.

He tiptoedly opened the window, his palms were covered with fine sweat, it was still a little nervous to do this kind of thing for the first time.

Fortunately, there is no danger.

After entering the house, jump onto the long beam and squat down.

Through the candlelight, one could see that the man's pretty and charming side face was already turning red.

The disease should be much better.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Sima Huai's mouth.

When did you start caring?

Is it the unpleasant cries in the childhood garden?Or was it surprisingly strong a year ago?Or was it a chance encounter some time ago?

It seems that he has always cared about it.

After thinking about it for a long time, Sima Huai squatted on the beam, his feet were sore and numb, and he barely moved, making a slight sound.

The sound reached the ears of the sleeping person. She closed her eyes and turned her head anxiously, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

Sima Huai, who was watching with bated breath, almost lost his breath when he saw the trembling thick eyelashes.

I really want to touch it with my finger to see if it is as exciting as I imagined.

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Jumping off the beam, the landing is light and silent.

The fingertips stayed in the air, hesitating for a while, looking at the messy hair on the forehead stained with fine sweat, and stroked it gently.

After tidying the sleeping man's hair, he looked at the furnishings in the house with great interest. The dim candlelight was flickering. He walked gently to the cabinet and saw a well-made round fan. He picked it up and played with it carefully. The bamboo handle It is cool and smooth in the hand, and there are slight signs of fading when you look closely at the grip, so it should be her favorite thing.A few orchids are embroidered on the round fan, which are lifelike. On the side of the orchids are embroidered the first two sentences of Tao Gong's Youlansheng vestibule: Youlan is born in the vestibule, and the fragrance waits for the breeze.The breeze arrives, bid farewell to Xiao Aizhong.This group of fans is interesting.

He took the round fan in his hand and didn't put it back in the cabinet, glanced casually, and found that there was something on the cabinet where the round fan was placed, so it looked familiar.

Picking up the folded handkerchief on the cabinet, unfolding it gently, a slight scent of orchid came into her nose, and a strange animal pattern appeared on the handkerchief, and the corners of her mouth curled up silently in the dark night, her heart was full of joy.

Looking at the other items in the cabinet, a letter was randomly thrown in one of the cabinets, with a thin layer of dust on it.

Sima Huai didn't care, picked it up, but there was no handwriting on the envelope.

Lifting the envelope, facing the faint candlelight, you can see that there are letters with handwriting inside.

She wanted to see it a little bit, and kept suppressing the thought in her heart, but in the end the thought popped up and occupied her whole mind. She glanced back at the man, her breathing was steady and long, and she should still be in a deep sleep.

He opened the letter and narrowed his eyes slightly.

After reading it, a displeasure appeared on his face.

The letter was sent from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the writer was Cui Qishan, the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion. It stated that Prime Minister Cui had agreed to allow Chun Yuan to enter the mansion as a noble concubine. The description was cheerful and exaggerated.

Sima Huai's face turned dark, she took the folding fan and slapped it hard twice, only then did she feel that her anger had subsided a bit.

Fold the letter and put it back where it came from.

After wiping off the dust from his hands, his heart calmed down.

The man frowned slightly, he didn't know what he was dreaming about, and there was hot sweat on Chun Yuan's head again.

Sima Huai's heart tightened, and he moved a low stool from a corner of the room, and sat down beside the bed.

The round fan swayed gently, and the cool and soft wind blew across her cheeks. After a while, the man's expression eased a little.

Sima Huai held a round fan in his hand, fanning it for a long time without feeling tired, looking at the sleeping face of the person in front of him, his heart which has been deserted for many years has also been warmed a little, and he seems to be a little different.

I thought I wouldn't be tempted in this life, and I didn't dare to be tempted.

But I lost my heart on you.

Like is a very simple thing.

She wants to care about every move and word, everything about the person in front of her.

I want to give you my heart.

In this day and age, can you?

She thought about it for a long time that night.

When it was almost Mao, there was a sound of eagle howling outside the window.

Put everything back in place and leap out of the window as a shadow.

After avoiding the servants of the Chu Mansion, they found a hidden place and climbed over the wall.

Sima Huai yawned, walked slowly on the road, and smelled a fragrance as he walked.

The Chu Mansion is not far from the West Market. The West Market is bustling with commerce, there are various inns, restaurants, and stalls. It was just dawn, and there were already people selling stalls.

The peddlers in the West Market were curious but not afraid when they saw a handsome young man walking alone on the street so early.

The atmosphere of the Great Wei was open, and women could also do business and do some small business. Some unmarried women looked at Sima Huai with shy faces, showing off their unique skills on the desk, and the jokes and shouts of street vendors were mixed with food. Fragrance, don't have a taste of life.

Feeling the protest of my stomach, I looked around and found a relatively clean stall to sit down.

The boss came up to meet him, and when he saw the person coming, he swiftly wiped away the desk and the low stools, for fear of neglecting the distinguished guest.

"Don't bother." Sima Huai waved his hand, without being pretentious, and sat down generously.In her previous life, when she went to school to eat breakfast, she would sell it on the side of the road, and she would occasionally eat food stalls when meeting with friends. Although her life is superior and exquisite now, she still feels that life in the market place has a sense of reality.

"Come on, what does this young man want to eat?" The boss is a middle-aged man in his 30s and his wife is busy working at the stall. Sima Huai observed that his little finger was broken, which seemed to be injured by a sharp object. Sima Huai was the most sensitive to this with a military aura, and this boss should have also come down from the battlefield.

"What's there?" Sima Huai took a sip of the boiled water brought by his wife, it was refreshing and sweet.

"Tofu nao, buns, cold noodles, soybean juice, naan cakes, there are all kinds of flavors, what do you like?" The boss smiled honestly.

"Have a bowl of tofu nao and a pancake."

"Okay, my son will wait a while." The boss got to talk and went to work immediately. At this time, there were not many people in the stall, except for Sima Huai and a few men dressed as businessmen. The accent was from Yanzhou. direction.

A bowl of tofu, a naan cake, and two side dishes were served.

"Young master, my wife made these two small dishes by myself. I'll give you a taste first." The boss smiled, seeing that the nobleman didn't dislike his small place, so he specially brought them here.

"Thank you." Picking up the chopsticks and tasting it, it was cool and refreshing.

Drink a big mouthful of tofu nao, take a bite of the soft and warm naan bread, the taste buds will be provoked, it is really delicious.

Listening to the chatter of the people around and the yelling of the hawkers, enjoying the life in the market, my heart is much more relaxed.

After eating and drinking, she put down a piece of silver and planned to turn around and leave.

"Young Master, stay here." The proprietress stopped her with the broken silver she was holding.

Sima Huai turned around.

"My lord, I haven't asked you for the money yet." The proprietress flipped through the drawer, trying hard to find the change.

The sum of tofu nao and naan bread was only six yuan, and the side dishes were given away for free. Sima Huai put down as much as two taels of money. This small business usually does not put money on the stall, so it is difficult to change money.

"No need." Sima Huai waved his hand.

"No." The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and walked over to the lady boss to search together.

Sima Huai looked at the two, smiled, and said: "Take care of the business first, and put the money here first, and then deduct it from it when I come here."

"Okay, young master, you will come here often in the future." The boss can do it if he thinks about it, and he won't be able to make up so much money for a while.Greeting with a smile let "he" come again.

"It's natural." Sima Huai responded.

After breakfast, the sky was already looking around, and the people around saw Sima Huai spending a lot of money, and shouted to attract her attention.After hearing what Sima Huai and the owner of the bean curd seller said, a few young ladies knew that she was a kind-hearted person, not as lofty as those noble gentlemen, so they all took the wrapped pastries and stuffed them into her arms.

"Young master, this is my sweet-scented osmanthus cake. You must come here often when you return home~" A little lady, only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a rosy face and a long pink dress, rushed out of her pastry shop.Put it on her hand and run.

Sima Huai took the pastry and wanted to call the little lady to stop, but people surrounded him again.

In the end, both hands were full of gifts, and when they couldn't take them, everyone gave up. She broke through the siege and returned to the palace.

Tong Run looked at the pile of cakes in His Highness' hands, looked slightly resentful, raised his head and laughed.

Your Highness is really popular~

"Heh." Sima Huai looked at his appearance, unwrapped the paper bag and took out the pastry, and stuffed it into his gaping mouth.

Tong Run took a big mouthful of the sweet and greasy snack, almost choked and rolled his eyes, grabbed the water bottle and drank a big mouthful before recovering.

"Your Highness, you murdered the bodyguard." His expression was resentful.

Sima Huai gave him a calm look, and lay down on the soft couch to catch up on sleep.

"Where did Your Highness go yesterday? You didn't come back all night." Tong Runxi squatted next to her.

"..."

"Hey, but I went to the little lady of the Chu family~"

"..."

"Definitely is·····"

"Don't be long-winded, sleepy."

"囧~ Your Highness, before you came back, Huheting sent someone to hand over the invitation card." Tong Run asked tentatively.

"Don't go."

"The subordinate sent someone to reject him."

"kindness."

Tong Run got up and went down, no longer disturbing His Royal Highness Xiu