Chapter 38

Go to the river again and put down the lantern. Watching the lantern float away, they go back to the fairy tower.

After such a long delay outside, when they returned to Wangxian building, an Xianyu had already come back ahead of time, and the maid behind her was still holding a lot of gadgets in her hand. She looked very happy.

When it was late, an Changqing proposed to go back to the government to have a rest. Originally, the people were ready to wait for them to come back to the house. When they heard that the words were right in their heart, they all got up and went out. When she came out of Songtao Pavilion, an Changqing noticed that the door of Nongxue Pavilion had been opened, and there was no one inside. She thought that an's family had left in front of them.

When they returned to the palace, they went back to the courtyard to have a rest. An Changqing is still thinking about Xiao Zhige's wet shoes and socks. As soon as she goes back to the yard, she asks her servants to prepare water and ginger soup, and urges Xiao Zhige to change his wet clothes, shoes and socks so as not to get cold.

Xiao Zhige was used to being rough in his daily life. Even in winter, he didn't do it. He didn't care about this little thing. But unexpectedly, an Changqing glared at him and said, "mother said, cold comes from the bottom of your feet. When you were young, you didn't pay attention to keeping warm and cold. When you are old, you will suffer. Do you really think you're iron? If you get old and sick, no one will wait on you. "

Just as he was talking, the servant had prepared the hot water. An Changqing took off his outer clothes and pushed him to the direction of the bathroom: "go to the bath quickly and drink the ginger soup after you come out."

Xiao Zhige was speechless because of his incessant talk. He had to listen to his words and go to the bathroom first. When he came out of the bathroom in clean clothes, he saw that he was carrying a bowl of ginger soup. His heart warmed.

Since his mother's death, no one has cared about him so carefully for a long time. Since he was 12 years old, he has joined the military camp. He has been fighting in the sea. All around are some rough men, who have had the friendship of life, but no one will care about who will be how old.

The soldiers who lick the blood at the edge of the knife don't care about the future, they only care about the present.

This time, he didn't need to be urged by an Changqing. He went over and took a sip of the hot ginger soup. The warm ginger soup rolled down the throat into the esophagus and warmed the whole body.

Seeing that he was conscious, an Changqing finally gave up his face and went to the bathroom to wash.

When he came back again, the man had made the bed and was half lying in it. See him come over, then move outside, give him the warm side.

An Changqing took off his shoes, climbed over his legs, and got into the quilt. There was a warm feeling, with the unique strong breath of the man. I don't know if it's because of today's explanation. An Changqing felt the familiar temperature, but later she felt a little flushed. He rolled up the quilt a little uneasily, and did not naturally get into a man's arms as usual, just like a silkworm baby, half of his face retracted into the quilt to lie asleep.

Xiao Zhige opened his arms and waited for a long time, but he didn't come. He frowned suspiciously. When I went to see him again, I saw that on the half of his face, crow's black eyelashes kept trembling, and it was clear that he had not yet fallen asleep.

After a moment's hesitation, Xiao Zhige raised his hand and brought people over. Entering the bosom is a familiar and sentimental temperature. Xiao Zhige rubbed his chin against his head and held him tighter.

An Changqing was not at ease. Now she was so tightly held by him that she was wrapped up in his breath. She just couldn't breathe. Hold for a moment, finally can't help but open his eyes, against his chest. Bore push him, mouth whispered: "breathless."

Xiao Zhige looked down at him, just bumped into his head, and their lips were opposite the tip of their nose, but a tiny distance. An Changqing's eyelashes trembled and she did not dare to look at him. Her eyes moved to another place quietly. Xiao Zhige's Adam's apple rolled several times, remembering the "white head's appointment" that floated away with the lantern. He finally obeyed his heart and gently pecked on the tip of his nose.

The quiver of eyelashes is more intense, like a butterfly caught by a hunter and flapping its wings uneasily. But even so, an Changqing didn't resist or move. He lowered his eyes, even raised his face slightly, and made a gesture convenient for him to kiss.

The beating heart suddenly contracted and burst out, and the boiling blood flowed around the body. Xiao Zhige controlled the heavy breath, carefully and meticulously flowing from the tip of his nose to the beautiful shape of his jaw.

In winter, the breath of collision and entanglement blooms out attractive and beautiful flowers.

An Changqing's face flushed, fingers clenched the quilt, drum for a long time of courage, just whispered: "also, still want to continue?" He didn't have a good idea: "the ointment I prepared before No, no use, put it in bed. As soon as the Lantern Festival passed, Yu immediately started to make a fuss.

An Changqing helpless: "how so anxious?"

Yu glanced at him: "Chuang Tzu is all packed up. It's not far away. If you miss me and your sister, come to Chuang Tzu to see us."

An Changqing knew that if he tried to persuade him again, his mother would have a hundred reasons to block his mouth, so she said, "I know. You can just sit down and ask people to clean up."

Yu was just tired, so he stopped to have a rest.

Wang Fugui, who was waiting on the side, saw the three people sitting around, thought about the news he had just heard, and said with a heart to please: "this morning, I heard that there was a big trouble in the prime minister's mansion last night. In the middle of the night, young master Anda had a fight with young master Biao, a guest."An Changqing eyebrows move: "an Changyu and Li Haiyun fight?"

"Yes." Wang Fugui bent over and said, "I heard that we went to see the lantern together, but we were not very happy when we came back. Later, I don't know what master Biao said to master anda. They quarreled in the study for a long time, and then they started to fight. Master watch hurt his hand and master anda broke his head. In the middle of the night, the old prince was shocked. He was so angry at that time. In the morning, he was taking an Xiangguo's post into the palace to ask for a doctor. "

An Changqing didn't know there was such a thing. He was surprised to see the porter come in and announce that a young man named Li Haiyun was waiting outside the gate to ask if he could see her.

"Why did Li Haiyun come to the palace?" An Changqing frowned slightly. Think of the dispute between Li Haiyun and an Changyu again, is there anything wrong with an Changyu here?

"Take the men to the hall." An Changqing pondered for a moment, then decided to see and make things clear.