The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

In the 53rd year of Dongming, Emperor Dongming was weak and was succeeded by Prince Duguxiao. King Yun, God of War, was unable to congratulate him due to the war.

People in Dongming put up lanterns and festoons to celebrate the new emperor's ascension to the throne. It's hard to know how much of them are sincere, but it doesn't detract from the excitement of the streets.

Walking in it, Lin Qingran felt lonely for no reason. She just felt that without that person, even if she was in trouble, she could only feel the desolation around her. She raised her head and smiled: "Yun Zheng, if you don't come back, I'm going to be angry!"

But that person in the distance, can he hear it?

Lin Qingran sighed melancholy, as if her eyes fell on her, and with a thought, she turned around suddenly, and a figure like a wave appeared in front of her eyes.

Dressed in pine green brocade clothes, with evil eyebrows and eyes, handsome and uninhibited, even in the noisy streets, he is still outstanding and handsome. In just half a month, the cynicism that once shrouded him has disappeared. There is no trace to be found.

Lin Qingran was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect Dugu Xiao to appear here, then she laughed and stepped forward: "Brother, Granny Li's highland barley wine tastes mellow, would you like to drink with my younger sister?" The attitude was the same In the past, nothing has changed because the person in front of him has become a superior king.

There was a flash of warmth in Dugu Xiao's eyes, and his tone was steady, with a smile: "Naturally!"

Duguxiao is worthy of being born in the royal family, and he grew up in a family of gold, jade and splendor. Even in the simple small shop supported by Granny Li's tent, he is still elegant, and his behavior reveals a natural dignity.

Lin Qingran laughed at herself, why didn't she see the dignity in her bones before?

Dugu Xiao used a dagger inlaid with gemstones to form thin slices of mutton, rolled them up round and round, and placed them in the gurgling copper basin. In the dense white air, the meat gradually changed color, and then went up and down Rolling around, eating hot pot and drinking barley wine on such a cold autumn night is indeed a great enjoyment in life.

The dense white mist permeates between the two of them. Eating this in such cold weather is indeed a great enjoyment in life.

Since Duguxiao chose to boil the meat, Lin Qingran had no choice but to pour wine. She poured a glass for him, and poured another glass for herself.

Seeing Dugu Xiao, he frowned slightly: "You treat the bar with tea!"

Lin Qingran's hand holding the cup paused slightly, she slowly raised her head, looked at him calmly, and said, "Brothers and sisters get together, how can there be no wine?"

Dugu Xiao had deep eyebrows and eyes, and did not serve the wine, but just looked at her quietly, his eyes gradually dimmed.

Lin Qingran raised her head and drank it, and said calmly: "This cup is to thank my brother for his many times of maintenance."

A dense mist rises between the two, and each other's faces are blurred behind the mist.

The wine glass was quietly placed in front of him, Dugu Xiao didn't drink, just took chopsticks, added thin slices of meat into the pot, and said without raising his eyes: "Drink as long as you drink, when did you become like those sour scholars? "

Lin Qingran frowned: "There must be a prelude to drinking! Otherwise, it will be dry and boring!"

After hearing this, Dugu Xiao seemed to feel better, the dark eyes faded, and he tanned slightly: "It's enough for me to deal with those chattering old men in the court every day, but I don't have the energy to accompany you to talk about these scenes."

"Hypocritical!"

He muttered something in a low voice, in exchange for Lin Qingran rolling his eyes, he went to laugh, his brows and eyes stretched.

The night wind blew from a distance, carrying the smell of meat, as if it caused a slight tingling pain in the bone marrow, as if all the vitality had gathered.