In the palace of Qingzhong.

The east has just turned white.

Today's morning light is a bit strange. The same situation has been around for a long time without any movement. Summer has not yet passed, and it should have been extremely bright. Only the climate in spring and autumn is changing, and sometimes it is even unbearable.

The clouds in the sky don't have to be much thicker, but the sun seems to be tied up by something and cannot fully reveal its head.

Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, did not sleep all night, and was thinking about the time in his heart. This afternoon, Mrs. Ling had disappeared for twelve hours, and he had never met and talked to her for so long.

If you suddenly stop doing things you often do, you will feel a sense of emptiness, and there is a gap in the trivial matters of life that cannot be filled.

He was not in his palace, but in the "three long and two short hall" of the imperial prison, sitting on the couch where Mrs. Ling often sat.

This was the first time that Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, sat on this couch wholeheartedly. When he came here, he sat in a regular chair, and even drank the wine Mrs. Ling gave him very carefully.

This year he and Mrs. Ling have known each other for almost twenty years.

How many years does it take, but I can't remember it...

Some people are obviously very close, but they just can't remember some special moments when they are each other. Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, is such a person.

However, he prefers to use "knowing each other" to express his relationship with Mrs. Ling. After all, there are many people who know each other, and very few people who know each other. It is hard to find a soulmate in the mountains and rivers. Boya and Yijie can even make a splendid musicians. The King of Qingzhong naturally understands better than him and cherishes this truth.

When he just sat down on the couch, Liu Jinghao, the king of the Central Committee, was still a little nervous... and looked around suspiciously.

Although there was a prison guard on duty at the door, who dared to break in without his order? Thinking of this, Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, couldn't help but smiled with a self-deprecating smile, but it was a bit too boring...

After sitting for a while, I still couldn't adapt. I felt awkward, so I had to get up, walk to the chair I usually sit on and sit down again, and I suddenly felt much more comfortable.

Such actions happened more than once last night.

Liu Jinghao, the king of the steadi, always wandered back and forth between the chair and the couch, and was very restless.

Like his panicked and swaying heart, he couldn't calm down before he saw that familiar face.

Now it was finally dawn, and the light shone in through the cracks of the bed, covering the brightness of the candlelight.

He gave an order to the outside of the door, and immediately a prison guard pushed the door open, holding a tray in his hand, and wine was placed on it.

The chair that Liu Jinghao, the king of the raising center, sat on is woven with green vines. Ordinary rattans must be dried and soaked in tung oil for at least 49 days before they can be exercised. However, when the water in it has not completely evaporated, the martial arts cultivator locks it with energy and can always retain a green color, unlike the dry rattan, with only yellow-brown.

Wine is plum blossom wine, Mrs. Ling’s favorite.

The plums that make wine are produced from the Zhenbeiwang Realm. The water that makes wine is the snow of the Dingxiwang Realm.

Every year, Liu Jinghao, the king of the Central Committee, would be shameless and ask for these two things to the two princes. Finally, he did not forget to give a message to him that if the snow falls on the petals of plum blossoms, it would be best if there was no snow on the branches. If it was not good, it would be fine. If it was not good, it would only be under the tree. In short, the snow could not be five steps away from the plum blossom tree.

After talking for a few years, the two princes in the latter part also understood it. Every year in the twelfth month of winter, before the King of Chengzhong Liu Jinghao could speak, the fresh snow and the top-grade plum blossom petals were already stored and picked, and they were sent to Zhongdu City by a special person.

At the beginning, such a huge team was still remembered by the horse gangs and bandits along the way, thinking that these were all the filial piety from the princes of the two places to Liu Jinghao, the King of the Climbing, and they must be valuable treasures.

It was not until one year that they finally couldn't help but start to take action, and then they found that the jar was filled with clear water, and the box was sealed with petals. If there was anything valuable, maybe the jar containing water was blue and white gold-painted, and the box containing petals was Huanghuali for at least fifty years. The entire trunk was cut into pieces and hollowed out.

As for how this plum blossom wine is brewed, only Mrs. Ling knows it. In fact, it is not a rare thing to brew wine with petals. There are also many wine shops in Zhongdu City that sell this petal wine.

Most of the ones I bought were ladies who were not yet married. They asked for three or five female companions in their spare time to talk, laugh, eat and drink.

The plum wine in the shop has a sweet taste and a very sweet aftertaste, which just fits the girl's preferences. It is not strong at the same time. Drinking two or three pots in one breath will be a bit drunk at most.

But the plum blossom wine brewed by Mrs. Ling is very different from the ones sold in the shop.

The entrance is a little bitter.

The aftertaste is not sweet either.

And it's very strong!

I have to suck a cup slowly, not to mention what the consequences would be if I drank two or three pots in one breath... At least, Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, has never tried it, and he dared not try it.

When I was young, I was waiting for the game all day long, but I wanted to drink every day, but I was afraid of getting drunk and delaying the fighter plane, so I had to endure it and take a few sips secretly to satisfy my cravings.

After the world was settled, he happily drank with a group of old brothers for two or three days. He also ordered that during those days, he would only have the alcohol tolerance, no official position, and other magnitude.

Those subordinates, especially military generals, simply called the celebration banquet "no big or small day". Anyway, you can either point at the nose of the King of Chung Liu Jinghao, or just put a plate of dishes on the head of the official who was drunk on the table. This nickname is very appropriate.

After those days, Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, had a lot of thoughts about drinking, and he became less and less willing to get drunk.

He and Mrs. Ling were completely turned upside down.

In the past, Mrs. Ling was almost drunk, but now she is drunk all day long, enjoying the shortness of the world and the long sky in the pot.

All the past flashed in front of Liu Jinghao, the King of Qingzhong.

He reached out and touched the wine jar beside him.

This jar is still the one that had the snow water in the past, so Mrs. Ling used it directly to make wine.

Although it is blue and white gold-painted, the body of the altar is not flat. If you look closely, the mountains, rivers, towers and pavilions on the bottle are all extremely rough in the brushstrokes. The golden paint used to strokes makes the pillars supporting the door slant.

The Dingxi King Realm has strong winds and sandstorms, large places, and people's food, clothing and consumption are also great. They are not even more delicate, so they will be so careless and just live by making things. The fineness of craftsmanship is incomparable to the Andong King Realm and the Pingnan King Realm.

Fortunately, Liu Jinghao, the King of Qingzhong, is not a picky person either.

It doesn’t matter whether the jar is good or bad, what matters is the wine in its belly.

After slapping Kaifeng mud, the fragrance of wine is everywhere. After about half a cup of tea, the fragrance of flowers gradually rises, mixing with the fragrance of wine, regardless of each other.

According to Mrs. Ling, this is the last step in brewing. Only after the two aromas are fully integrated can it be considered the best time to enter.

Liu Jinghao, the king of the throne, held the jar in both hands, poured wine into the cup, and muttered something.

He stopped until five plum blossoms flowed out of the mouth of the altar.

He picked up the wine glass and placed the cup seat on the sword lying across the knee. Tonight he wore a simple moonlight white dress, and the scabbard and wine glass were white. If there was no other movement, he would not be able to see the long sword on the knee and the wine glass on the sword.

Five plum blossoms floated in the wine glass. The king of raising the wine glass was pressed against the mouth of the wine glass with his palm, and light green marks were revealed from the gap between his fingers.

There is also a plum tree outside the "three long and two short halls".

It should be because the winter in Zhongdu City is not as cold as the northwest, so it has never been very good. Occasionally, when you encounter the idea of ​​blooming, Mrs. Ling would excitedly send someone to call King Qingzhong Liu Jinghao, then put a table under the tree and put two chairs. One is the ordinary one, the other is the green wicker chair he is sitting on now.

At this time, even if there are no plum blossoms in the cup, there will be petals that are keen to fall from their fingers and fall into the cup.

At this time, it is still early before the plum blossoms bloom, and no plum blossoms will fall into his cup, so he can only pour out the wine from the jar.

After a long time, Liu Jinghao, the king of the Central War, did not drink this glass of wine.

He is waiting for someone.

This person will send him a message.

No one knows whether it is good or bad.

But before you hear the news, you can take it as a good thing, so that you can still make yourself happier.

However, Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, never deceives himself. When something is not settled, he always plans to be the worst.

The advantage of this is that if the final result is not the worst, then the King of Chengzhong Liu Jinghao can comfort himself a lot.

Du Puyu has received the order from the mansion and held his orders to join forces with the Three Wei troops to find out the whereabouts of Mrs. Ling. It has been six hours since then.

In addition, he knew that Liu Ruiying was also wandering around the city and exploring his traces.

Who are these two people waiting for? Liu Jinghao, the King of Qingzhong, couldn't say well. In short, who could give him the news about Mrs. Ling? He was waiting for.

"It's so tiring to be a prince..."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to be a mate. I have no money to escort and drink when I make money. As long as I haven't spent the money, I will definitely get up. As long as I get up, I must buy wine. When I see the unfair things outside on the way to buy wine, I must draw my sword."

Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, didn't remember when he said this to Mrs. Ling, but the conversation was particularly loud tonight and kept buzzing in his mind.

The top master hidden among the stadium masters, his sword came out like a rainbow and penetrated his throat in the blink of an eye. The white clothes were better than snow, and he was not stained with dust, and even his opponent's blood was not worthy of it.

Killing is an extremely contradictory thing.

It's also very sacred.

If you use the method of using the side and left-minded method, it would be too blasphemous.

But Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, just swore in his heart that no matter who touches Mrs. Ling, he will use all kinds of means to completely destroy him.

Everyone has something to protect, something, or someone, and Mrs. Ling is what Liu Jinghao wants to protect.

He can kill him and touch him, but he doesn't care, but if he goes over him and touches the untouchable bottom line, he will become a crazy blade and chop it up by future generations.

Not only physically, but also elsewhere, it is not possible.

He regards it as a treasure and cannot be bullied and trampled on by others at will.

His mood was like his clothes, with snow in the northwest in the middle of winter, and the moon was as cold and lonely as the moon at the night of autumn.

If you are not lonely, no one wants to sit alone in a good long night.

Suddenly, he was a little annoyed by the light coming in from the window. When he was about to ask someone to completely cover the window with a black cloth, God seemed to understand what he thought, and the sky fell into a gloomy moment.

Before dawn, it was dim here. The king of the throne Liu Jinghao looked at the sky with a bit complicated.

At least it was struggling to live brightly, but it never stopped suffering this night.

What's even more terrifying is that he didn't know how many nights he had to go through, and the bed would always be cold. After the last breath of her disappeared, he didn't know where to go and who to think about.

"Dong."
To be continued...