Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 82
Qin Yanfeng didn't expect that his black face would be regarded as an idiot.

After Duan Wenchun and Jiang Xian said a few more words, they waved their hands and went to look for Duan Shilang.

King Jin and Emperor Xianqing talked at night by candlelight, while a group of people from Yuguo's mansion stayed in the side hall of the palace.

There were a lot of royal family and nobles who came to the Taimiao this time, and the number of rooms in the palace was tight. Jiang Xian and Qin Yanfeng were assigned to the narrowest room.As for Cui Nong and other servants, they were either arranged to sleep outside the door at night, or they were asked to squeeze in the bunk in the backyard.

Jiang Xian must be reluctant to let Cui Nong stand outside the door, so she finally persuaded her to go to Tongpu to rest.

After a bumpy day, people are tired and tired.Jiang Xian's health was not good, so she wanted to go to bed and lie down after a simple wash, but found that the bed here was not half the size of the Babu bed in the mansion.

She coughed twice and sighed, "How do you sleep here?"

The Qiangong Babu bed in Songzhuyuan can lay five or six people flat. She and Qin Yanfeng slept in one and the other outside, with a quilt in between.

But the bed in the palace is too narrow.

She regarded Qin Yanfeng as Jiang Yue, but it wasn't the real Jiang Yue after all, it was shameful to be crowded together.

Just in time, Qin Yanfeng finished washing, and walked in through the door with a scent of soap locust.

He looked around and saw Jiang Xian standing stupidly in front of the bed hugging the pillow, and frowned unconsciously.

Jiang Xian pursed her lips, and suggested, "Qin Yanfeng, you sleep on the bed tonight, and I'll make the floor."

The door was wide open, and the night wind gushed in gusts, bringing with it the damp smell of dew in the early autumn night, which made Jiang Xian feel cold all over her body and sneezed several times.

Qin Yanfeng quickly closed the door.

Night Breeze was shut outside the house, and the house was immediately quiet.

Candlelight shone faintly in the crimson gauze lampshade.

Without saying a word, Jiang Xian half knelt on the ground and spread the quilt silently.As soon as the Sifang pillow was put on it, Qin Yanfeng snatched it forcibly and occupied the floor, "I sleep here."

His voice was cold.

Jiang Xian thought he was losing his temper, so she coaxed softly, "Be good, go to bed, the floor is hard and cold."

Qin Yanfeng stared closely at her clear eyes.

Since you know the ground is hard and cold, why do you rush to sleep?
Take out the temper that abused and beat him in the previous life!

Qin Yanfeng hated Ye Hexuan's arrogance, but now, he hated her thoughtfulness even more.

The former can make him resent and revenge, but he can't parry the latter at all.Every word of her caring is like a gentle knife, and every knife will kill him.

He knew he couldn't trust her, but he still backed down step by step.

Qin Yanfeng was extremely irritable.

"I'll just sleep here, don't say any more!" His tone suddenly became much more serious.

Jiang Xian was taken aback.

"Then... that's fine."

She stood up in a daze, unable to persuade her anymore, and climbed onto the bed with both hands and feet.

After a while, Jiang Xian was too sorry to monopolize the small bed, so she stuck her body on the wall, vacating a small space in front of her, and said softly: "Qin Yanfeng, if it's cold in the middle of the night, you... you can sleep next to me." .”

in the dark.

A warm current flowed through Qin Yanfeng's heart.

He remained indifferent, turned his back to Jiang Xian, stared at the burning oil lamp on the table with his deep eyes, and stayed up all night.

The next day was the first day of the blessing ceremony, and it was also a grand start.

The palace bed was not soft, Jiang Xian was thinking about Qin Yanfeng, she slept in a small place all night and kept her posture, so that when she woke up, her waist was sore and her back hurt.

Qin Yanfeng is strong and healthy, even if he stayed up all night, he still looks energetic and handsome.

The temperature in Xuanqing Mountain was low, and Jiang Xian's body was sensitive. She had been coughing intermittently since waking up.Qin Yanfeng gave her another light green pill, and after Jiang Xian took it, she gradually felt better.

At around [-]:[-], Emperor Xianqing, dressed in the Kowloon crown robe, led his relatives, relatives, civil and military officials, and walked to the Taimiao on the top of the mountain to pray for blessings and sacrifices.

Going around the tree wall, you can see a palace with double eaves in the distance.The steps are made of white marble. Various auspicious animals are carved on the stone guardrails around the square.In the center of the square, there is a gold-lacquered incense table carved with dragons and phoenixes, on which there are copper stoves for offerings of melons and fruits and a freshly killed white goat.

With the announcement of "Auspicious Time" from the officials of the Ministry of Rites, the blessing ceremony officially began.

All of a sudden, the bells and drums rang together, and dozens of men and women dressed in brightly colored costumes danced together.After having fun to welcome the gods, offering incense and drinking wine, and reading the Zhu Wen, Emperor Xianqing instructed the officials according to the steps.

This is the most tedious part.

Jiang Xian didn't understand what they were doing, so she knelt behind and fell asleep listening to it.He nearly fell to the ground several times, thanks to being supported by Qin Yanfeng next to him.

After another hour, Jiang Xian finally heard the word "end" amidst the nine strokes of the bronze bell.

(End of this chapter)