win the hairpin

Chapter 195
It was still bustling outside, but the Song family was quiet, everyone had gone to sleep, only the firewood was still in the kitchen, and the two night watchmen were warming the dishes on the stove.

The wind is cold, and the snow is also cold. Even if you are wearing thick-soled shoes, your feet are still bitingly cold when you step on the ground. Looking around the bustle, Song Huiyue is already completely chilled.

She went into the kitchen, added a firewood to the stove, and grabbed fried peanuts and melon seeds from the porcelain jar, and arranged them on the stove.

After looking around, she scooped up a large bowl of rice wine in a ceramic jar as big as a water jar.

Turning around, she also put the rice wine on the stove, and then covered the lid of the vat. She sat in front of the stove, warmed her hands, then pointed her mouth, and took a sip of the rice wine tastefully.

The rice wine was sweet and cold, and the coldness of the wine just neutralized the hotness of the fire.

"Haha!" She burst into laughter, "It's well cooked!"

Picking up the bowl, she raised her neck and took a big sip.

The aroma and heat of the food evaporated in her body, making her blood flow smoothly, and her whole body was comfortable. Her eyes half closed involuntarily, and her body relaxed into the small chair.

She didn't think about anything, she didn't say anything, she was just silent, so silent that she merged with the darkness.

After the silence, she stretched out her hand and drank the rest of the wine in the bowl.

The wine wrapped all love, hatred, and hatred into a ball, transported to all limbs, and then spread out leisurely, leaving her physically and mentally empty.

The kitchen door opened, and it was Yin Xiao who came in with the cold wind. He patrolled around the outside of the house, making sure that no one from the Zhang family followed him before returning.

He looked at the empty wine bowl, added some to Song Huiyue, peeled off the fried peanuts, rubbed off the peanuts, saved a handful, and put them in Song Huiyue's hands.

Song Huiyue ate peanuts, drank another bowl of rice wine, closed her eyes comfortably, and let out a sigh.

Yin Xiao looked sideways and saw that her face was already blushing, her body stretched out like a blooming flower, her hands and feet were slender, her back was thin, but not fragile.

Stretching her waist for a long time, she nonchalantly vacated the two front legs of the chair, and the chair and the person were both tilted back, swaying precariously.

After drinking some wine, her emotions became less and less straightforward, and she laughed out of joy again: "Ha, damn it, make him mad!"

The sound echoed in the kitchen, with a happy tail, very pleasant.

When she was happy, King Jin sat alone in the palace and drank three cups.

The singing and dancing in the Shengping Building has gone, and there are not many children today. Four sons and three daughters are scattered on the east and west sides of the Jiying Hall to watch the new year. King Jin has disappeared for ten years, and now he is here to watch the new year. I am not familiar with him, and I dare not be familiar with him.

No one wants to eat King Yan's eyes.

A small servant frequently entered and left the Jiying Hall, put his mouth next to King Yan's ear, and delivered news to King Yan in a loud voice.

As the news got more and more, the fire became bigger and bigger, and King Yan's losses gradually increased. His eyes became poisoned knives, cutting back and forth on King Jin's body.

The two young princes huddled under their heads and shivered.

They are the fish that slipped through the net under the hands of the noble concubine. One is nine years old and the other is seven years old. Xi Guogong moved two of them to be county kings. As for when they can leave the pavilion to become kings, it all depends on God's will.

The two county kings lived under the hands of Concubine Zhang Guifei and King Yan all the year round, and they lived as frightened birds. Seeing King Yan's anger, they approached each other, gathered together, and moved quietly one by one, staying away from King Yan.

While moving, they also quietly looked at King Jin's face.

King Jin's complexion was as usual, and he didn't feel that King Yan's gaze could gouge out a piece of his own flesh. He was still half sitting and half lying down comfortably. Behind him was a huge wooden stove with a copper cavity, and charcoal was slowly burning inside. Let King Jin feel more lazy besides being warm.

His lazy posture made King Yan more and more angry. When King Yan heard that one hundred thousand pieces of golden brocade had been burned, he stood up, walked in front of King Jin, swept him condescendingly, and said with a sneer, "Li Shouming, it must be you. Hello means."

King Jin's body didn't move at all, and he still looked lazy, but his peach eyes narrowed, his smile disappeared from his face, the lines of his eyebrows and eyes suddenly became sharp under the light, his eyes were cold, and his voice was icy.

"Second, what do you call me?"

In desperation, King Yan called King Jin by his name. He was not a prince, nor was he an elder brother. King Jin had another title, and the universe was still undecided, so he could not call King Jin by his name directly.

Even Jin Wang only called him the second child, never called him by his name.

King Yan just spoke quickly, but at this moment, under the gaze of King Jin Rudao, he already knew that he had said something wrong, but he didn't care if he knew it.

So what?
"I'm calling you Li Shouming! You bit me back and burned my belongings with subtle actions. Don't you think you can burn me poor with a single fire? A few subtle actions can make me fail. You are too naive to think." , let me tell you, this matter is not over."

King Jin listened, and after he finished speaking, he didn't care about the detailed work he said, and just said: "King Yan has no respect for his elders, even if he treats his elder brother like this, it is even more conceivable how he treats his two brothers. The teacher is also a great Confucian, did he teach you these things?"

Then he stood up, stepped forward, and approached King Yan. The solemn court clothes and his immaculate manner made King Yan very uncomfortable, and he took a step back abruptly.

King Jin took another step closer, staring at King Yan's face, not letting go of his emotions, and said in a low voice, "You keep calling me by my name, could it be that you want to call yourself Your Highness?"

Only princes can be called His Highness, and they are only princes if they are exhausted.

"Nonsense!" King Yan was a little out of order in his anger, but he quickly calmed down and glanced at the two county kings, "The two of them are also watching and listening here, when will I call myself Your Highness?" , I was just asking why you wanted to kill me!"

King Jin looked at the two younger ones.

The two little ones had already shrunk so much that they couldn't shrink anymore, but under King Jin's gaze, they still flinched as much as possible, expressing that they were very scared.

Life in the harem is difficult, and if one sentence is wrong, it will bring them disaster.

Fortunately, King Jin didn't embarrass them, he didn't even ask them what they heard, but turned to look at King Yan: "Second brother, what did I do to you?"

Yan Wang said angrily: "Zhijinjinjin! You burned my Zhijinjin!"

King Jin looked at him with a half-smile: "Where did you get the brocade?"

"I..." King Yan opened his mouth, but quickly closed it tightly, his anger had nowhere to go, instead he burned himself.

The golden brocade was sent by the Suzhou Weaving Department. It was not put into the national treasury or the inner treasury. It was a gift of filial piety to the King of Yan and the Zhang family.

He didn't say it, but Jin Wang wanted to say it, and he got closer and closer, his voice getting deeper and deeper: "Second brother, you have to always remember that although the surname of the world is Li, the surname is still the Li of Dad, and the Weaving Department is also the same. The Weaving Department of the imperial court."

After saying that, he took a step back, no longer pressed on, but showed a smile: "You just said that I burned your golden brocade?"

(End of this chapter)