Chapter 10： Peach blossom

"Chen, still not sleepy." Hearing the words back to the room, Mu Hanzhang's ears are more red.

Jing Hao felt that his appearance was so cute. He raised his hand and closed the boring law book. He pulled him up and said: "I am not too sleepy, go, I will take you to a place."

"Wang Ye..." Mu Hanzhang was pulled up by him and stood up. Seeing his eagerness, he had to follow him and comfort himself. Maybe he forgot the thank-you after a while.

Out of the study, went around and went to the garden.

"Wait for me." Stopped under the rockery, Jingjing drilled into the cave, and soon found a small basket with a lid.

"What is this?" Mu Hanzhang was a little curious. There was still something hidden in the garden of Wangfu. Jingjing looked like a child stealing a toy.

Jing Xiao smiled and did not answer, just took him to climb the highest mountain in the garden, and built a delicate octagonal pavilion.

"You hold." Jing Hao handed the small basket to the people around him. When he picked it up, he reached out and took the man into his arms.

"Wang Ye!" Mu Hanzhang exclaimed, but before he reacted, the man was already on the top of the pavilion.

“This is the highest place in the palace,” Jing Xiao smiled and sat down between the tiles, and patted the position around him. “Come and sit.”

Mu Hanzhang had to sit slowly beside him. The top of the pavilion was oblique and always felt like it would slide down at any time.

When Jing Jing saw that he was very cautious and felt fun, he reached out and grabbed his waist: "I am there, I can't fall."

Being forced by the powerful arm to Jing Jing, Mu Hanzhang moved and sat up straight, and the hand that saw the waist did not seem to let go, but he had to go. After all, they have worshipped the heavens and the earth. Now there are no ones in the world. They don’t have to be ceremonial. Even if Jing Hao wants to do something more excessive, he can’t resist.

Seeing that there are no objections from the people around him, Jing Hao will continue to scream: "This star-picking pavilion is my favorite place in the palace. On a sunny night, I can see the stars in the sky."

Mu Hanzhang looked up with his hand, and the stars were full of stars. There was no room for obscuration. The four miles were like the sky. It seemed to be in the Milky Way. The corner of his mouth could not help but smile: "It’s beautiful, I have never seen it. After such a complete star screen."

He is a blind man, can't be like a murder of Muring Bao. He has been a ceremonial person in Houfu since he was a child. Everyone is waiting to see jokes in a wrong way, let alone climbing the roof. If you are caught, it is estimated. Will be rewarded by his father.

"Have you ever climbed the tree when you were young?" Jing Hao was a little surprised. When the boy was a child, he should be very naughty. When he was a child, he often climbed the tree ostrich nest in the garden. He also climbed the top of the tree to see the stars in the middle of the night. When the palace people found out, they would be spanked by the mother, but the mother would not be able to give up the heavy hand, so the next day they would continue to do bad things.

When I heard Jing Hao’s "great achievements", Mu Hanzhang couldn’t help but laugh out. I didn’t expect the imperial son to be so stubborn when he was a child, but he couldn’t help but admire. When he was young, he was uncultivated. He was taught to set up a bill and read the account. Later, he was found by his father to have a good temper. He said that the mother-in-law had broken him and sent him to the school for study in advance, and that the mother would not talk to him any more.

"Reading so early, no wonder you are so small like an old man." Jing Hao could not help but laugh at him.

Mu Hanzhang is like him: "Wang Ye’s age is not as good as Chen."

"Hey..." Jing Hao accidentally said that he had missed his mouth. In the past life, he lived in his thirties. Naturally, he felt that the current Junqing was still small, and he couldn’t help but touch the nose. He took a small basket and shifted the topic. "This is me." The peach blossoms of the collection are only a small altar every year, you try."

In the basket is a white porcelain vial and two small dragonflies of the same color. The Jingyi open bottle pours two cups, and the clear wine shows a faint pink color in the white porcelain cup.

"Wang Ye has so much drink in the afternoon, I have to drink again." Mu Hanzhang took a cup and held down the hand that Jing Hao wanted to drink.

"Haha, the wine was awakened early. I didn't drink much in the military camp." Jing Hao didn't take it for granted. "This sake is very light, and you can't get drunk when you drink ten altars."

Mu Hanzhang listened, raised his hand and tasted a cup of wine, the sweet taste with a touch of floral fragrance, swallowed, the lips and teeth filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms, could not help but drink the whole.

Seeing him like it, Jing Hao handed the bottle to him. After all, one of his hands was still placed on the waist of others. It was inconvenient: "The North Weihou generations are all fierce, why don't you teach you how to practice martial arts?"

This scene has always been very curious, the North Weihou government does not divide, how much must learn some Wu, Junqing is not at all.

Mu Hanzhang listened to him and asked about this. The brilliance in his eyes instantly darkened and silently added a glass of wine to himself: "I was frozen when I was a child, and the doctor said that he could not practice martial arts."

"What?" Jing Hao looked at him with horror. "How can it freeze?" The parents and children of North Weihou, even if they are not in a position to be a child, will someone abuse him?

"In three or nine days, I fell into the pond..." Mu Hanzhang drank the wine in the cup and added another cup. The lips evoked a self-deprecating smile. It is the pain of his heart that he can't practice martial arts. When he was a child, his father said that he had a good bone. He also taught him the gunfare of his family. Later, after the doctor said that he could not practice martial arts, his father rarely asked him. He only saw that he was angry when he was planning to make a meal in the house. His small abacus, he was thrown into the ethnic school at the age of four.

Jingfu frowned, watched him drink a glass of wine, and reached out to grab his cup: "This peach blossom is to be fine, how can you drink it like this?"

"Let Wang Ye laugh." Mu Hanzhang smiled and smiled, and packed the cup into a small basket. "It's not too late... oh..." The body was suddenly pulled and plunged into Jing's arms.

"Who pushed you down?" Jing Hao’s eyes are rare and gloomy, as if brewing a storm. The normal big family’s ponds are built with stone benches. Besides, a young master runs to the pond to play, and he does not believe that there is no The next person followed, how could you watch him fall into the pond in the winter!

"I fell off myself." Mu Hanzhang lowered his eyes and refused to say more. The lotus pond of the year emerged in front of me. I couldn’t remember the younger ones. I only remembered that my grandmother gave him a new white rabbit fur cloak. I only remember that the little fat man who is two heads higher than himself is full of pastry scum, then It is the cold pool water, and the snowy gray sky.

Jingjing looked at the person in his arms and only felt that his heart was hurting. He slowly lowered his head and dropped a kiss on the low-lying eyes. When he opened his eyes in surprise, he did not stop, his eyebrows, his forehead, Kissing the cheeks one by one, it seems that he can save him from that cold nightmare.

"Wang Ye..." Mu Hanzhang stiffened his body. When Jing Jing kissed his mouth, he couldn't help but sound.

Jing Hao lifted up and watched the stars in the beautiful scorpion of the arms, could not help but hold him tightly on the chest: "I will take revenge for you!" Such a beautiful person, he hugged The arms are afraid of hurting, and some people dare to hurt him like this! Imagine a little Junqing being pushed into the water in three or nine days. How scared, cold, and painful!

Feeling the strength behind his back, Mu Hanzhang slowly reached back and hugged, let him be a little fragile, just a little sad, just a little... greedy this warmth...

The next day, Jingjing used the breakfast to change the outfit: "I have to go out for a day, and it is estimated that I will not come back."

"Yeah." Mu Hanzhang hangs his jade on his waist and doesn't ask where he is going. They were married, and the emperor was relieved of the early dynasty of the king's nine days. At this time, it was definitely not going to the DPRK, and he was not good at other things.

"If you come back before dinner, if you feel bored, take two guards and go out for a walk." Jing Hao saw that he didn't ask where he was going. He couldn't help but say a few more words. "I heard that in the garden in the south of the city." Often some male wives get together and you go back to play."

"Yes? Chen is the first time I heard about it." Seeing him like "You didn't answer me seriously, I always said", Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but smile, and finally it should be a long one.

Jing Hao went out with satisfaction and went to the outer court and called Mr. Guan Jiayun: "Look at how the North Weihou scorpion fell into the pond."

"Yes, this is the case." Mr. Yun has a long beard and a pair of sacred bones. "Was the king riding a horse or riding?"

"Riding." After that, Jing Xiao’s Xiao Yunyun took a black horse and walked over.

Jing Hao touched the shiny hair: "Little black, long time no see."

"咴~" The black horse snorted and the relatives smashed the scene. Xiao Hei is a wild horse that he tamed on the grassland. His temper is fierce, and he is not a purebred horse. He has compared the names of those generals. Because it is much smarter than the average horse, it will avoid obstacles by itself. If there was a little black in the past, he and Jun Qing would not be forced to jump off the cliff.

However, in that case, he would not have the opportunity to come back again. The so-called sorrow and sorrow of the blessings, the blessings of good fortune, is a blessing or a curse, who can make it clear?

"Li Daren visited yesterday and said that there is no important thing. I heard that Wang Ye is gone." Mr. Yun reported on what happened yesterday.

"Li Yanqing?" Seeing the cloud housekeeper nodded, Jing Yan frowned, this person is the last person recorded in the dark blue book. "If he comes again, you ask him to go to Juxian Building the next afternoon." And."

"Yes." Mr. Yun should have, and watched Jing Jing hit the horse.