When King Jin went out today, he saw Yan Shi and others greet him in fear, and then talked about the loss of Gangyin with a frown. He, the initiator, was in a very happy mood.

On the way back, I was even more happy to think that Song Huiyue was in the mansion and never closed my mouth. But when I came back, I saw Song Huiyue running to ask the annoying Yin Xiao for her well-being.

He gritted his teeth in anger, and secretly hated Yin Xiao for being so sick. As soon as he recovered from his jealousy, Xie Zhou poured a basin of cold water, which made him feel cold.

He looked at Xie Zhou with a angrily brow and shivered. Xie Zhou knelt on the ground and shivered, sighing inwardly that he was walking in his back and forth, and the King of Jin heard his words.

If he has anything to say in the future, he will definitely keep it home and say it. If he closes the door, he will never be heard.

Du Lan had only half his life. At this time, he was implicated by Xie Zhou and knelt on the ground. He felt the cold air was so hot that he didn't know if he could save his life again.

Now that he can't control Xie Zhou, he pleaded for himself first: "Your Majesty, my subordinates are not doing their jobs well, please forgive me. I will definitely drink wine in the future... I usually drink less, and I don't drink when doing big things... If I miss the matter any more, I don't want this head."

King Jin waved his hand: "Go back and rest."

"Ah?" Du Lan did not expect that he had passed so easily, and was overjoyed, "Thank you, the prince, for forgiveness!"

He got up and left, turned his head to look at Xie Zhou, who was still kneeling in the cold wind, and was very grateful.

Thanks to Xie Zhou's mistake, he made him simple and cute, and he would never stab the prince's heart. He would ask Xie Zhou for a good salute another day.

Xie Zhou also wanted to plead guilty like Du Lan. Before he could speak, King Jin left.

"Prince..."

The King of Jin said without looking back: "Kneel down."

"But it's raining, Prince!" Xie Zhou was in tears. He looked at the falling drizzle and shivered.

Huang Ting opened his umbrella and followed King Jin's footsteps to Zhuxizhai. When he walked into the courtyard, King Jin glared at Song Huiyue, intending to ask her why she was so kind to Yinxiao, but when she saw Song Huiyue, she stopped and calmed down.

Song Huiyue had something to worry about and couldn't sleep, so she didn't go to rest. Instead, she sat in the corridor, with her legs spread apart, and half-woven bamboo baskets.

The bamboo strips are as thin as paper, flexible and sharp, rising and falling between her fingers.

The tender yellow bamboo strips were intertwined with her fingers, and then fell from between her fingers, spread out, and turned into a flat and fine piece.

The drizzle was attached, which made Song Huiyue and Zhuzi feel like they were fuzzy together.

King Jin stood motionless, staring at Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue's hands were very slender, with clear joints. The bamboo strips flew in her hands, making a quiet time.

She was very focused. No matter the wind and rain around her, it was not real to her, and her eyes were only on her hands.

King Jin's heart also calmed down.

The sound of rain hit him, and he hadn't been so calm for a long time.

The end point he was going seemed too far away, so the road he was walking was very bumpy, and his heart was always full of thoughts, so there was no time to stop.

Even if you are idle occasionally, the past will cause trouble in his heart. The good, bad, those who love him, and those who hate him will become clearer the more they think about it.

When Song Huiyue moved out of the palace, he thought that no one had weaved bamboo utensils, so he asked Huang Ting to specially invite a bamboo craftsman to come back.

The old bamboo craftsman's ability to weave bamboo strips was superb, and even the three Song Huiyues were not as good as that.

The bamboo strips were swaying in front of his eyes. Not only did he not remain calm, but his eyes were confused and his heart was even more confused.

Later he realized that he was not watching the weaving bamboo shoots, but Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue formed a world of its own.

King Jin took the umbrella from Huang Ting and walked over.

Song Huiyue was concentrating on her hands when she suddenly heard the movement. She loosened her hands and slapped the wound on her face very elastically.

She immediately gasped in pain. Seeing that the person coming was King of Jin, she endured the pain and greeted King of Jin with a smile and tears.

"Prince."

King Jin quickly stepped forward, took the bamboo basket away, and looked at her wound carefully: "Does it hurt so much? It's all my fault."

Song Huiyue shook her head: "It's okay, it's almost done."

King Jin sat down next to Song Huiyue and asked again: "Is it cold?"

Song Huiyue turned her sleeves and said, "It's not cold, my mother wears it thickly."

King Jin reached out and twisted his cuffs and found that it was a jacket that was warm enough, but the sleeves seemed to be short.

The snowflake jacket was wearing an indigo blue trousers, and the collar and sleeves on the opposite collar were finely embroidered with blue flowers. She had been sitting in a sturdy manner before and couldn't tell it. Now she looked both quiet and graceful, and she looked a little weak.

King Jin looked at Huang Ting: "I seem to have piled up a lot of big flower and cotton in Curry, which can be used to floe cotton coats."

Huang Ting hurriedly said: "Some of them bought more this year when the cold spring is late this year, so I have kept it."

The King of Jin was afraid that Song Huiyue would refuse, so he added: "Anyway, it is still there. It is a waste of insects and ants."

"Yes." Song Huiyue did not refuse.

When she saw the King of Jin talking, she always paid attention to the direction of the wind. She moved an umbrella to the left and then to the right. Although the wind and rain were cold, the umbrella was always around her.

She wanted to say a few words to King Jin that would make him happy, but she didn't know how to say it, and was not willing to say it, for fear that once she opened her mouth, she would fall into the gentle land created by King Jin.

He was already a handsome man, and his every move made people feel good. No matter how gentle he was, it was really unbearable.

But his spoiling and shackles coexist, and he always wants to imprison her.

King Jin held an umbrella with one hand, and took out a bag of oil paper from his cuff with difficulty: "Give it, I almost forgot."

Song Huiyue took it and opened it to see if it was a small bun or a warm one.

She looked at King Jin in confusion.

"Shisai Yan gathered all four departments and invited me to discuss at his house the matter of He Shuai Si's lent soldiers to suppress bandits on Jinghu North Road.

I ate this crab roe bun at that time, which was better than the cooks I here, and I was not inconvenient to ask, so I wouldn’t have them made a big deal, so I secretly packed one back.”

He went to Qicangsi's house for a meal and praised the cherry glutinous rice. After that, Qicangsi brought the cook to him.

The buns were hot and heavy on Song Huiyue's heart.

She had no choice but to repay the kindness of King Jin, so she could only eat the buns without repaying them. She whispered: "Prince, I plan to go to Kyoto with Yinxiao to find Qinghui."
Chapter completed!