Chapter 559

"Snowflakes are like palms, hard to cover your eyes, and the wind is like a knife."

Xie Jiming sighed and sighed heartily by the window.

Hearing the sadness in his words, Kong Changhui stepped forward and comforted him: "Bao Jianfeng comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum flowers comes from bitter cold."

After listening to Kong Changhui's words, Shi Zhongfei patted the table: "well said! Changhui, did you find the fishy letter of collaborating with the enemy?"

Kong Changhui looked stunned, then blushed and said in shame, "no, Su qianle insisted that he found it in the young master's room. I really don't know where to start."

Xie Jiming was comforted by his impassioned words. Then he turned his eyes and shook his head.

Shi Zhongfei was originally hot-blooded and in a high mood. In an instant, he hung his head and his head. Jiao Shi kicked him under the table, gave him a resentful look in his eyes, and complained about which pot he didn't open.

"Oh, Lord Xie, don't just shake your head. There's no way but a move." Kong Changhui pulled Xie Jiming back to the table and sat down.

"I've been very busy these days. You'd better think about it yourself." Xie Jiming's headache.

He didn't shirk it. As the Minister of rites, the five princes of the Mongolian nationality were about to arrive in Beijing. Although the emperor said there was no need to live elsewhere, he still needed to prepare for the reception.

In addition, Lord Yu will get married soon, and there are many matters before and after.

It's not easy for him to come here today.

Kong Changhui also received a little wind and knew that Xie Jiming was too busy.

It seems that the Haikou boasted by righteous words in the early Dynasty can only find a way on his knees. He sighed to Xie Jiming: "at present, his highness King Yu is so powerful. When the five princes come to Beijing and his highness King Yu marries the Mongolian princess, it's good. Even if the emperor doesn't want to register, how long can the crown prince be delayed."

The other three were heavy faced and silent, just when the atmosphere was extremely dull.

Suddenly the door was gently pushed open, and Bingwen stood outside. Behind him was the wind and snow, but on his face was the wind and light clouds.

The four were overjoyed when they saw him. Josh quickly invited him in, closed the door, poured a cup of tea for him, handed it over, and then stood beside him.

Bingwen turned to look at him and smiled gently: "now you are also the boss of mingsa garden. Sit down."

Jiaoshi hesitated. Shizhongfei pulled him to his side and sat down. He asked Bingwen, "are you awake?"

Bingwen gave him a blank look: "that's not true. You asked me a nonsense."

Shi Zhongfei was teased by him, but he looked happy.

This is his familiar Bingwen. He plans strategies and is calm. The desperate appearance last night was really too frightening.

Bingwen looked at Kong Changhui, and then said, "whether Lord Yu can sit on the throne of Prince depends on whether his highness King Mo agrees or not."

"But..." Kong Changhui looked at the remaining three people. I'm afraid no one in the room knew that Xiao mubai had quietly returned to Beijing except him and Bingwen.

Last night, Xiao mubai didn't appear. Kong Changhui was very disappointed with him. At this time, hearing that Bingwen mentioned it, he naturally wanted to stop talking.

"Lord Xie should also know that his highness King Mo will soon return to Beijing." Bingwen looks to Xie Jiming.

Xie Jiming nodded: "the Ministry of Rites has also received the chapter that his highness King Mo wants to return to Beijing. According to the time, it is almost the same as the five princes."

Kong Changhui glanced: "why did you go early? When he comes back, the young master has been far away from the capital."

Bingwen's eyes darkened, which was the only place where he was dissatisfied with Xiao mubai.

Xie Jiming didn't know the inside story. He glanced at Kong Changhui and said angrily, "his highness King Mo came back from Chongqing. He can't predict whether he can come as soon as he wants."

Kong Changhui was retarded by his teasing heart. He only felt that one breath choked on his chest. He was out of breath and was very uncomfortable.

"Chang Hui felt that if his highness King Mo could return to Beijing as soon as possible, he might be able to reverse the situation of the young master yesterday. Don't scold him." Seeing this, Shi Zhongfei played a round game nearby and advised Xie Jiming. After that, he tamped Kong Changhui and asked him, "right?"

Kong Changhui twitched the corners of his mouth and hummed twice reluctantly.

Bingwen turned the teacup in his hand and said in a deep voice: "don't worry about whether his highness King Mo came back late or early. In short, after he came back..."

Seeing that he looked dignified and began to explain things, they all put their heads together.

It seems that the wind and snow outside the house are getting bigger, the scraping branches are shaking, and the snow is falling

There are only a few children of aristocratic families in Mingxiang garden who are still cooking wine and enjoying snow.

In the street market with dim lights, tonight's vendors also closed their stalls early. There are only zero star pedestrians on the road, looking hurried, holding their hands in their sleeves and walking hurriedly in the face of the wind and snow.

At this time, Bian Ding, who was dressed up vigorously, was at the door of the restaurant. He bought two jars of hot burning knives, turned and held them in his arms and rushed to Sinan's residence.

He returned to the tree and handed a jar to Xianli: "I asked the store to cook, but the wine is too strong. Are you sure you're used to it?"

Xianli took over the wine jar and drank half of it. Her face was still as white as snow without a trace of crimson.

It's too cold in the cold winter and December. Even if Bian Ding has come back quickly, there is only a trace of warmth left in his hand.

To the stomach, there was a trace of warmth.

Bian Ding saw that she drank the whole jar with two mouthfuls without changing her face, then hung the wine pot on the tree, thought about it and asked, "that night, in the magic Yue room of Yixiang building, you and the young master drank all night. They were really drunk, but the girl pretended to be drunk?"

The night Bian Ding asked was the night when he was carried back by a raven in early summer. He happened to be caught by Su qianle and wanted to change his clothes and wipe it for him.

Fairy Li frowned slightly. That night, she really pretended to be drunk.

Her drinking capacity was trained in the army. In those years, in the barracks of the state of Liang, it was the easiest and quickest way to intoxicate the soldiers in order to avoid some humiliation.

Her dancing skills were learned from childhood, and her martial arts were learned from all kinds of soldiers.

She has never been drunk since she was with Xiao mubai.

She endured humiliation and survived, but only to see her brother again one day and avenge the blood of the whole family.

At that time, she had the face to give up her crippled body and go underground to see her parents.

But that night.

Drunk Bingwen, with crimson cheeks and deep eyebrows, asked her for the first time: "Xianli, would you like to be with me for the rest of your life..."