Crown Jewels

Chapter 246

Song Yan lowered his eyelids, thinking that in the future that kid would marry an irresponsible bastard, it would be better to be an old girl.

"Age is immaterial, and a good match depends on ability and character! So what if you are older?" Song Yan said, shaking his head helplessly.

Qi Yuan heard it in his ears, and swallowed the golden bottle of thin wine in a muffled voice, his peach-blossom pupils overflowed with complexity, and his voice was inexplicably mournful hidden in the drunkenness.

"The big difference in age means that the rhythm and frequency of the two people's considerations are not on the same track, so..."

The cold moonlight shines into the window coffin, and the round moon of Mid-Autumn Festival is reflected in the wine in the cup.

Recalling yesterday, Taohua Tong burst into a wry smile, and poured the wine into his throat completely, thinking that the two would swim together, the scene of talking and laughing and feasting made Qi Yuan decisively choke off his thoughts, holding a golden bottle in his hand, his blue veins followed Jumping with the bulging lines of his arms, the entanglement in his heart became more and more unbearable.

"Bullshit!"

"In this world, there can be any well-matched characters, it just depends on whether they have intentions or not..."

Song Yan's murmur entered his ears, and Qi Yuan, who drooped his brows, froze for a moment, and his peach blossom pupils suddenly lit up, as if seeing the moon through the thick fog. The things that were entangled and worried disappeared for no reason at this moment, and the feelings that were suppressed in his chest Thinking about it, he cheered excitedly because he didn't have this restraint.

"Yeah, it looks a little careless..."

"He has been struggling for so long?"

Covering up the mockery in his eyes, and looking at the bright moon reflected in the golden bottle of wine, Qi Yuan became restless.

……

Under the moonlight on the palace wall, the woman in the pink shirt wore her hair in a high bun, exposing her fair neck.

Song Leyi wrinkled her nose, thinking of the teasing look in Gu Baozhu's eyes towards her and Zhao Ran when she knew she was going for an appointment today when she left just now.

The green leaf in her hand was crushed by her, Song Leyi curled her lips, blaming her brother!
Ever since Song Yan returned triumphantly and was conferred the title of Marquis of Zhenbei, she clearly felt that the usual indifferent and light eyes turned hot when she looked at her. She didn't know that day Zhao Ran, but in the past two days she was on duty, the monk Gongzheng in the palace Yidu beat around the bush, talking to her about her marriage, and from time to time mentioned to him the young master of the Earl's Mansion.

Stepping on the embroidered shoes on the brilliance of the silver moon, Song Leyi rubbed her stiff back.

Being on duty in the palace, you are used to following the rules. It is common for you to stand all day long. Every time you are on duty, your neck becomes a little stiff. Thinking about the agreement with Zhao Ran later, Song Leyi smiled wryly, but she could only use Mr. Wu Qu Yuelai paralyzed herself.

The moon was shining brightly, and Song Leyi was doing nothing, stepping on the shadow of the lamp, and was entertaining himself to pass the time. Suddenly, there was the sound of ruts in his ears. In this area, if he was not an official of the fourth rank or above in the court, it would be impossible to have such privileges, so It can't be Zhao Ran who came.

Song Leyi figured it out, lowered her eyes and leaned towards the side of the road, but never thought that the sound of ruts coming slowly and then stopped naturally, and the steady footsteps of boots stomping on the ground sounded, and they were actually driving in this direction.

While being surprised in her heart, Song Leyi hurried to the palace, and when she looked up in doubt, it was Qi Yuan who was wearing a black robe.

The man has a wide robe and wide sleeves, hidden in the bamboo forest behind him, his back is as straight as a pine and cypress, and his bones are as upright as ever, but only his eyes are slowly smudged and pink under the orange lamp in Song Leyi's hands, peach-blossom pupils Cancan gestured toward him.

Song Leyi was stunned for a moment, and quickly recovered from the smile. Xingren blinked uncomfortably, and rolled her eyes at those soul-stirring eyes in her heart, but stepped forward obediently with her feet, the scent of pine and bamboo mixed with the smell of alcohol, Approach slowly.

The breeze came slowly, and the pink shirt was entangled with the black robe silently.

The downcast Song Leyi saw this scene, Xingren's eyes widened, and she quickly pulled back her dress.

"Go up and sit down?"

Qi Yuan pointed at the carriage behind him, understanding Song Leyi's scruples, the man coughed softly with his hand against his fist and added.

"Without wasting time, the granny who sells pastries in the West Market recently came up with a new kind of pastry, replacing it with peach cakes. Try it?"

Qi Yuan's voice is clear and bright, as before, coaxing people with children's food.

She has been on duty in the palace for a long time, and the cool night breeze outside occasionally wafts out the sweetness of the pastry, which really makes her a little hungry.

I don't want to worry about other things, I hurt my body for those spring and moon events, think about it carefully, there is no cake that can be ironed, Song Leyi nodded, simply followed her heart and lifted the skirt, and when she was about to step on the stirrups to get on the carriage, her eyes stretched out A big hand with well-defined bones.

The carriage is not high, and Song Leyi stepped on the stirrup with half of her foot, so naturally she didn't need to support her. Seeing her elbow scratched, Qi Yuan took the initiative to support her forearm. Through the thin summer clothes, her skin could clearly feel those hands hot.

Sitting firmly in the carriage, picked up a piece of the peach cake that Qi Yuan said, Song Leyi ate half of it and put it down, it tasted really good with the fragrance of walnuts, at this moment, she handed a green bamboo embroidered handkerchief in front of her eyes When he was stunned, the wheels of the car began to roll slowly and drove towards the palace gate.

Song Leyi's almond eyes were slightly dazed, and she anxiously looked at the changing scenery outside the window, and her exclamation overflowed.

"Brother Qi—"

Today she was guarding outside the palace gate to attend Zhao Ran's appointment, Qi Yuan's carriage drove away, what does this mean?
Taking advantage of the shock just now, Song Leyi naturally took out her embroidered handkerchief, and brushed off the pastry crumbs that occasionally fell from her pink shirt, just avoiding the green bamboo handkerchief handed over by the man, Qi Yuan took a deep look at Song Leyi who was buried in her eyes , put the embroidered handkerchief back, and explained something to her in a calm tone.

"It doesn't matter—"

Song Yueyi was a little speechless as her clear voice lingered in the carriage.

The appointment he went to was not his, so naturally it didn't matter.

The almond eyes are round, with two points of anger, and the consciousness implied by the mist is very obvious.

"It doesn't matter, I passed Zhao's mansion when I entered the palace, and I happened to hear that something happened in the mansion."

"Where to wait, it's just a waste of moonlight as the twilight fades—"

Qi Yuan's voice was calm, his peach blossom eyes dizzy to signal her peace of mind, Song Leyi was taken aback, although Qi Yuan said something serious, but Xingren's eyes still showed suspicion, and the little girl's Qiong nose wrinkled again in her sight.

Muffled laughter sounded, and the peach blossom eyes also sparkled with laughter, adding bright colors to the straight bones, and the lamp against the background was full of bewitching brilliance, Song Leyi hurriedly lowered her eyes and dared not look again, the lamp in her sight swayed with the breeze, The long eyelashes blinked for a moment, and there was a letter in the big hand with well-defined bones.

The lights ignite the air and time in the carriage, and the blurred flickering magnifies the uneven mood.

Song Leyi's eyes moved away from the word "Sorry" on the white paper and black ink, and stuffed the rice paper into the envelope. Xingren's eyes were still a little unbelievable. As expected, Zhao Ran was unable to attend the appointment today, as Qi Yuan said, but this is too coincidental right?

"Then... there are still some locks in the palace..."

(End of this chapter)