Pingyang Hou was deliberately reconciling the deadlock that was messed up by him, and Ling Jue could not have realized it. Moreover, he only emphasized Chang Yue's character many times in front of others, but he did not mention his knowledge and talent.

Of course, the reason why Ling Jue didn't mention it was not because he was too arrogant and could not tolerate Chang Yue in his eyes. He naturally appreciated Chang Yue, otherwise he would not have felt very sorry for using Chang Yue when Chu Xiao Chang Yue's identity background.

However, he is willing to tell them one by one, but others may not be willing to listen quietly.

Of course Ling Jue has to give this face. Therefore, he just picked up a glass of wine on the table and said, "Mother, father, this cup, Jue'er to you."

After saying that, he didn't care about the eyes of others. He raised his sleeves and covered his cheeks, and drank the things in the cup.

The scene, this thing, especially for people like them, must be ignored.

And this skin is not only a sign of Ling Jue. What Pingyang Hou once said is still in his ears. Even if Ling Jue's own thoughts are heavy, he can only compromise again and again in front of this.

It is the wisest decision to pretend that nothing is happening.

The Marquis of Pingyang really saw a relaxed look, but Liaoyang sat upright and had not touched the drop of wine, but he never said anything again, probably because he was afraid that he would deviate the wind from the other way.

After roughly talking and laughing, the dinner finally ended after a few more cups and cups.

Chang Yue didn't want to stay in the Marquis' Mansion for a while, and he was even a little resistant, because he was so emotional that he was living under someone else's roof. But when the Marquis of Pingyang spoke, he couldn't help but agree in a daze.

Now he was walking in the backyard with Ling Jue. The cold wind in the evening blew away the alcohol from Shen Yu's body, and Chang Yue woke up a lot: "Ling Jue, I didn't want to cause trouble for you."

"There is no need to be polite between you and me." When Ling Jue said this, he took out a container like a wine pot from his cuff, and as he said that, he was about to put his lips together.

"When did you come out?" Chang Yue's eyes lit up, and he was about to take the general from Ling Jue and take it for himself.

Unfortunately, Chang Yue drank a lot, and he kept shaking while standing, not to mention that he was compared with Ling Jue, who had a foundation in martial arts.

Ling Jue turned sideways and let Chang Yue snatch it away: "You have drunk so much, but still drink it?"

When Chang Yue heard this, he smiled shyly. He pretended to be so urgent, but he still couldn't deceive Ling Jue: "But you can't just pour yourself into death because you didn't drink."

At the wine table tonight, Chang Yue could clearly see that besides the almost serious princess, there was another person who had not touched the wine.

"When did I not drink?" Ling Jue was just reluctant to be easily exposed and was just stubborn. Little did he know that a stagnant action in his hand had long been betrayed him.

"At that time, you got up and toast, was it because I was dazzled? There was something in the wine cup?" From beginning to end, the wine cup in front of Ling Jue had never poured wine. When a maid wanted to come forward to add wine, he was stopped by Ling Jue.

It is not surprising that the thoughts of the Marquis of Pingyang and the Princess are now on an outsider who suddenly visited him. They did not notice Ling Jue's abnormality.

Since that's the case, what was Ling Jue doing with such a depressed look? Although he didn't know the inside story, Chang Yue just wanted to dissuade Ling Jue, at least not let him get drunk.

"Okay, drinking is a mistake." Taking advantage of Ling Jue's melancholy and stunned, Chang Yue finally achieved his goal and snatched the wine pot: "I won't drink, you won't drink it."

I don’t know how long the wine pot was held in Ling Jue’s arms, but gently rubbed the surface. In this winter, there was still some remaining warmth.

"You are really good." Chang Yue said, then lifted the lid of the pot and poured it all on the ground: "Hidden for so long, if I hadn't discovered that you were planning tonight without getting drunk?"

Ling Jue didn't say anything. He knew that his abnormality had been seen by Chang Yue. He knew that he would explain more, but he was futile and he became darker and darker, but he didn't want to expose the injustice that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

Therefore, it seems that only silence is the only good way to deal with it.

Some people are really strange. The days from getting to know each other are not long, but they are like worms born in their stomachs early in the morning, and they are like old acquaintances.

Thinking about this, Ling Jue couldn't help but look at Chang Yue. After facing the other party's eyes that were obviously much clearer than him, Ling Jue had to speak.

However, although he spoke, he was talking about something irrelevant, at least he was inconsistent with his worries and was indifferent to his worries: "In the future, when walking in the Marquis' Mansion, be careful to keep your feet."

"What, what does it mean?" Chang Yue couldn't think about it, but saw that Ling Jue had already walked away.

Why should I be careful when walking in the marquis’s mansion beside my feet? It was not until the second day that Chang Yue was proclaimed into the palace by an imperial edict that he finally understood it.

Ling Jue used the excuse that he had to report something, so he accompanied Chang Yue into the palace with him.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Chang Yue was suspicious, but he didn't know where to ask. He had long expected that since he chose to follow Ling Jue back to Beijing this time, it would be a matter of time before his Majesty summoned him.

But when this moment really came, Chang Yue started to feel cold from the bottom of his heart.

He knew that His Majesty could give him such a generous opportunity, which was enough to prove that this was a wise ruler who was rare in the world. However, no matter how Chang Yue persuaded and comforted him, he could not put this nervous heart in his chest.

"Be careful." Chang Yue was walking with a lot of thoughts, but Ling Jue's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Ah?" Of course, Chang Yue subconsciously glanced back, but unexpectedly, his body, which had not yet been completely fixed, hit something in the next second.

Shocked and frightened, Chang Yue had not seen clearly who was hit by someone, so he immediately bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was Xiaosheng who was walking and swaying, and he hit you. I'm really sorry."

I wanted to explain something more, Chang Yue only felt a large area of ​​light and shadow suddenly being blocked in front of him, but Ling Jue's voice sounded in his ears: "Xia Sang, why are you?"

Xia Sang? Hearing this name, he should be a woman, and he can call him the name of the person. Ling Jue should know this person. Chang Yue let out a sigh of relief, then stood up straight and looked at the little maid standing in front of him.

Unexpectedly, this glance scared Chang Yue's breath that had just been relieved, and it just got stuck in his throat.

After coughing for more than a few times, Chang Yue barely opened his eyes and looked at Ling Jue and the young woman dressed in the maid in front of them again.
Chapter completed!