Chapter 162

Rong Xiangmian laughed, and hammered him: “How do you sell it?”

“You can see for yourself.” Zhou Xian Yang lay back with a good look on his face.

Outside the tent, the scarlet red color of the fire pit and the clear, warm light of the luminous beads reflected each other, just as they were at this moment.

Gradually, Xiangmian felt that she was losing strength, but she couldn’t stop.

She put her hands on Yang’s shoulders and asked him to help her. But he is too busy enjoying himself to help.

Rong Xiangmian complained in a muffled voice, “Are you really being lazy?”

Zhou Xian Yang laughed, “You begged me.”

Rong Xiangmian didn’t, and simply rolled over onto his back. Zhou Xianyang immediately sat up violently, and Xiangmian was so unprepared that she almost fell off of him, but fortunately, his hands steadily held her back.

Zhou Xianyang picked up that warm and soft jade’s slender waist, his voice dark: “Wangfei, the pitch on the horse galloped where the energy?”

The person in his arms is as delicate as a begonia, crouching on his shoulder, and her teeth gently nibble on his collarbone: “This horse is really wild and hard to tame.”

The man laughed wilfully: “Let you see what is really wild and untamed.”

This game down, really is more tired than a day of running on the polo field, Xiangmian off the force, think so.

“Do you like it?” Zhou Xianyang asks, rubbing her back as he calms down.

Sang-mi, her emotions still fresh, nods her head.

Zhou smiles, “I’m glad you like it.”

I don’t want her to be upset about the past. The past is not recoverable, and those who are alive should live well.

On the 29th day of the Lunar New Year, Zhou Xianyang and Rong Xiangmei went to the Imperial Temple with the Emperor and Empress to offer sacrifices.

As expected, King Qing had replaced King Li in the ceremony.

Everyone present was aware of this change and had their own calculations in mind.

It was only on the 30th day of the Lunar New Year that the New Year was truly celebrated.

When the lanterns were lit, the entire Yuhang Mansion was illuminated brightly.

After the New Year’s dinner, the New Year’s Eve was observed.

The Yuhang Mansion has all the customs that other families have. The only thing is that the Yü Wang Mansion is the only one that doesn’t set off any firecrackers while the city is full of fireworks and firecrackers from both inside and outside the palace.

All the subordinates are on vacation, going home or out to play, only the guards on duty are on duty, Feiyun Feixue and Xiaonan Xiaobei also stay with them.

Watching Zhong Jin pass by outside the courtyard intentionally or unintentionally, Zhou Xian Yang couldn’t help himself, “You guys go too.”

Feiyun was immediately overjoyed, pulling Feixue to cover for him, and walked outside together with Zhong Jin at a distance of one person.

“Come back after Zi Hour, no spending the night outside. The few of you go together and return together!” Rong Xiangshi was worried.

The large Yu Wang Fu was quiet in an instant.

In the distance, the sound of firecrackers made it even more empty and silent.

The two sat in the flower hall and roasted the fire.

With nothing else to do, Xiangmian ordered tea for Xian Yang, and his hands became sore from the frothy cup.

Yang Xian took it and laughed, “It’s hard for you. Let’s play a game of chess, lest your hand be ruined before you finish observing the year.”

The two played a game, and in the end, Xian Yang lost three-quarters of a point.

Rong Xiangmian was already rubbing her eyes.

But she was determined to observe the New Year’s Eve in her new home for a few days, so she sent Xian Yang to lift out her konghou.

She had been learning to play the “Easy Journey” for half a year, and was finally able to play it in its entirety.

While she was tuning, Yang Xian fished out a piccolo from his study.

“You still play the flute?”

“Only a few songs. It was used to send signals in the past. Western Qin has many mountains and forests, the terrain is dangerous, and shouting can easily be heard by the enemy, so the soldiers used whistles to mimic birdsong to pass on the news, and the flute can pass on much more.”

Seeing that he was interested, Rong Xiang held Konghou: “Play it for me and I’ll guess what it means?”

Xian Yang stood under the porch, looking at the thin crescent moon in the four-sided sky, when two very short and sharp flute sounds came.

“Do it!” Rong Xiangshi couldn’t wait to snatch the answer.

With a smile, Xian Yang played another loud and clear, starting abruptly and stopping abruptly.

“Stop!”

Xian Yang replaced it with a low one.

“Dangerous?”

“Something like that, hidden meaning.”

Then later, it was all more detailed commands, which Rong Xiangmian didn’t understand.

Xian Yang explained it all to her before asking, “I know the Prowl too, but only the first half that isn’t lost.”

“Then we’ll play the first half together.”

Xian Yang stood next to Xiang Xiang.

The clear sound of the flute and the crisp sound of the zither then echoed on the roof and under the trees of the Yu Wang Mansion.

It seemed that each section of the jade-like jumping zither sounded extraordinarily spiritual under the flute’s padding. And each section of the flute’s sound was also made more melodious and long due to the vibration of Konghou’s strings.

It’s like two immortals, going up to the sky and down to the earth, accompanying each other, quietly taking care of each other, while each is independent and free of each other.

Truly put in the free trip, free and happy flavor to play out.

The two played, looked at each other, both have a sense of intoxication.

Suddenly, a “meow” broke the silence.

The two of them took a look, and the black cat came out of the cabin and quilt that Yang Xian had built for him at an unknown time, and sat in the doorway.

“See, the cat was also attracted to our ensemble!” Aikami was a bit smug.

Xian Yang said, “I think he just wanted to come to the fire.”

Rong Xiangmian gave him a blank look, so unemotional.

However, playing in an ensemble with this uninteresting guy had a different flavor than playing solo.

“This score is for you, you have to have time to learn the second half of the one written by Slender Cloud as well.”

Xian Yang smiled and asked, “Are you really not going out to play?”

“Not going. What’s the fun in the outside world? It’s noisy and cold.”

Xian Yang sat down next to her and hugged her in his arms, “You don’t have to accommodate me, I can tolerate the firecrackers. I put up with it on the day I married you.”

“When you have to endure it, it’s just a matter of time, why look for discomfort? In the first month of the year, there will be a lot of fun on the streets, and there won’t be firecrackers all over the sky, so let’s go back the day after tomorrow!”

Seeing how thoughtful she was, Yang Xian said, “Then what can I do to amuse you?”

“I see that you have a sword in your study that you haven’t used for a long time. Can you let me see it?”

Yang Xian immediately complied.

He fetched the sword and moved the fire pit to the veranda, so that Rong Xiangmian could sit outside and have a better view.

As soon as he took off his clothes, Rong Xiangmian handed him a cup of hot wine: “Drink it before you dance with your sword, so you don’t get cold.”

Xian Yang didn’t take it, and drank from the hand of the princess, saying, “Many thanks.”

The sword’s aura was as strong as a tiger’s roar and a dragon’s roar.

Xian Yang danced a set of swordplay under the tree, his posture was like jade, his body was like electricity.

Xiang Xiang recognized at a glance that this was the sword technique created by Second Uncle.

She recalled when she was a child, the last time she saw her second uncle.

He was in Yu Qing Hall, washed his sword with wine, and under the moonlight, he wielded a whole set of sword and knife techniques. Then he looked at the younger ones, “Can you memorize it?”

They where so quick to memorize, but they all scrambled to nod their heads. The second uncle is a hero, who all want to be the smartest child in the eyes of the hero.

The second uncle came over and patted a few of them on the head, seemingly with the intention of saying goodbye.

That night was very late to sleep. Is to wake up with a sleep, only to realize that the second uncle at dawn departed.

Then the ashes came back in a box.

After Xian Yang finished his dance, Xiang Xiang immediately helped him put on his outer garment: “How did you know my Second Uncle’s sword technique?”

“Great General Rong’s swordsmanship and swordsmanship, who in the Yangzhou army doesn’t know them? When I went there, someone taught me even though he was no longer there.”

Rong Xiangxian glanced at the moon in the sky, “Some people, even though they have been deceased for many years, seem to be alive all the time, and you can see his shadow everywhere.”

“Yes, the idea of infiltrating Western Qin to obtain intelligence was also Great General Rong’s idea in the beginning. It’s just that he was assassinated before he could organize this. I also benefited from him to be where I am today.”

After saying that, Xian Yang looked down at her and lightly patted the top of her hair, “To put it mildly, I have a destiny with the Rong family.”

Rong Xiangmian’s body felt like it had passed through cold water, and she took a step back, “What are you doing patting me on the head?”

Xian Yang laughed awkwardly, “You don’t like it? Then not in the future.”

“It’s not ……” Rong Xiangmian didn’t dare to say it, the familiarity of that moment made her afraid afterward.

The same winter night, the same sword technique, the same caring pat on the top of her hair.

She was afraid that like her second uncle, Xian Yang would never return.

Rong Xiangmian hung his hands around his neck, “Now that the situation in the capital is chaotic, you must take care of yourself.”

Seeing her face full of worry, Xian Yang seriously said, “Don’t worry, every year in the future, we will observe the New Year together and celebrate the New Year together.”

Rong Xiangmian was then relieved and stood on her tiptoes, and Xian Yang immediately caught her kiss.

At this moment, the sound of firecrackers outside resounded through the sky, and the ZiZheng hour had arrived.

His lips, when first touched, were tainted with the coldness of the winter night, but when kissed in detail, they were hot.

In no one’s royal residence, they do not have to worry about the bystanders to see, kissed the New Year.

At night, Xiangmian sleep seems to go back to that winter. Outside the Yonghua Palace, she hid behind a dwarf pine and shivered, wanting to see her mother. Then , somehow a wave of people came and said they wanted to search the palace. In the panic, she met a small inner official who was hiding here just like him.

She had just tried to take his hand when a group of palace men spotted her. They rushed forward and pulled her away, and someone brought a bowl to pour medicine into her mouth.

Rong Xiangmian struggled and woke herself up with a jerk in her legs and feet.

Feeling a faint light not far away, she lifted the curtain and saw that in the inner room on the west side, there was a bit of candlelight on. She got up and went over.

King Yu was sitting in front of that small desk, leaning back in his chair and falling asleep.

Ayumi saw a sheet sitting on the desk, pulled up in a long line.

She got close to the candle flame and saw that it was densely packed with names of people written in vermilion pen. She found the first name at the beginning: Rong Mao.

Her second uncle.

These should all be generals who died in Yangzhou and Western Qin. Each person’s name was memorized and collected by him in his own way.

Sagami put the list away and walked over to Xian Yang. In the bright lights, the side of his face was outlined by the dim light and shadow, making him extraordinarily handsome.

Even when he slept, there was still a sadness between his brows that hadn’t dissipated.

It was really hard to associate this Yu Wang with that crying and fragile little inner official in his memories.

He used to be the first son of the Empress, favored by His Majesty, and with the position of the Eastern Palace in sight, he should have had an incredibly smooth life, but later on he became a helpless child who was banished from the borderlands and lost his mother.

Unexpectedly, he really step by step back, this in the hardship do not know how much?

She didn’t understand why the Fourth Highness didn’t cut ties with the emperor and was imprisoned to death like in his last life. Later, she finally realized that it was because that night, her own mindless enlightenment had changed this young man’s life.

It was a marvelous feeling.

Aimi looked at him, mesmerized. She loved looking at the side of his face. His forehead was full and his hairline and sideburns were extremely well-built. High brow bones and the bridge of his nose outlined a face that was more three-dimensional than the next person’s. Moreover, his lips were not thin, I heard Lady Hui say that men with thin lips were thin. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but it’s good that about him, there’s no need to worry about that.

The most absolute is his jaw, both manly and not rough, without a little extra cumbersome lines, with the slender neck and clear throat, Rong Xiangmian can’t help but wonder how he can be so long?

The Rong family’s children were all good looking, but His Majesty had so many children, and together they weren’t as long as him. Probably, it was because Empress Yu was born beautiful.

In a moment of boredom, I reached out and gently touched the knot of his throat.

In a flash, Aimi’s hand bones shattered with a sharp pain, and then his entire body was pressed against the desk.

“It’s me!” Sagami exclaimed.

Zhou Xian Yang woke up with a start, only to feel a coldness in his throat, and subconsciously fought back in self-defense, forcefully pivoting away from the princess’s hand and holding her five fingers firmly.

“There are no weapons.” Ayanami said hurriedly.

Under the faint fluorescence of a dim candle flame and a luminescent bead, Rong Xiangmian was lying under Zhou Xianyang in a bit of panic and a bit of aggression, while his hand was still pinched in her neck.