In the banquet hall of the Prince of Qi's Mansion, the lights were brightly lit tonight, and almost all the high-ranking officials and nobles of the dynasty were gathered together.

The most conspicuous person in the hall was Xie Changgeng, the host and guest tonight.

He was going to leave the capital and return to Hexi tomorrow morning, and set up this night banquet for the prestigious King of Qi. The wine and music were circulating, and everyone toasted Xie Changgeng, laughing and flattering.

After three rounds of drinking, Xie Changgeng got up and left the table. When he came back and passed a corridor leading to the banquet, there was only one more person under the empty steps, with golden crowns and gorgeous clothes, moonlight shining on his snow-white face, and his eyes staring at him. It was Zhao Xitai, the prince of the King of Qi.

Xie Changgeng walked over.

"Xie Changgeng, there are so many people in it. They toast you, practice it for you, and flatter you. But who do you think you are? You are just a giant bandit. In their eyes, you are a lackey in front of the queen mother. When the empress dowager doesn't need you one day, I see how you end up."

Zhao Xitai said behind him.

The princess and sons have many lovers.

Xie Changgeng knew why the prince of Qi, who had never met before, was so resentful to him.

Such verbal provocations are not attractive to Xie Changgeng after the age of fourteen, so why should he care about it?

But tonight, perhaps because of the drink, he remembered the woman who had already thought about her when she told her about engagement. When she remembered the name of the person she called out in her dream that night, she suddenly felt warm. The boy's spirit was strong for a moment and it was hard to suppress it.

He stopped slowly, turned his head, looked at Zhao Xitai for a moment, walked back, and stopped in front of him.

"So what? Didn't your father regard me as a giant gangster, this lackey, as a VIP?" he said.

"Criminal Zhao, you may not be able to see my future fate. But now you seem to be not very good."

"The woman you want is a rare beauty, right? Unfortunately, she is mine. All you can do is hide in a shameful corner and think of her. Even if you send her a letter, you have to pretend to be your mother's name."

He looked at Zhao Xitai, who was stiff under the moonlight, and a deliberate and malicious smile appeared on his face.

"I will treat her very well. Don't worry."

He patted Zhao Xitai on the shoulder, turned around and left.

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Xie Changgeng returned very late that night, and with the smell of a banquet, he probably drank a lot of wine. He went into the bathroom, changed his clothes and came out, just like before, went straight to the couch, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After spending most of the night, my clothes were packed up. Mu Fulan was waiting for him to come back. It would be fine to see him drunk.

The night was deep, and the sound of drums in the third round of the alley was faintly heard in my ears. Mu Fulan was awake, looking through the tent, looking at the faint moonlight that filled the window. When she was in a daze, she suddenly heard a slight sound from the couch opposite. Looking at it, she saw that the quilt covered by Xie Changgeng slipped onto the ground.

The two of them were separated from each other and slept separately. This was no longer a secret for the people who served Mu Fulan. Mu's mother knew that the bed was short for Xie Changgeng, so she had already put on another bed at the end of the bed. It was long enough, but she still saw it narrow. At this moment, he turned over and slid down the cover.

The air was cold in the winter night, and the figure on the couch was sleeping heavily, without any awareness, and motionless.

Mu Fulan looked at it for a long time and finally climbed down from the bed, walked closer, and picked up the cover that fell on the ground.

The man lay on his back, his eyes closed, his face slightly inward, and most of it was hidden in the darkness. The hazy night outlined a silhouette of his young and elegant face.

Mu Fulan leaned against the couch and put the quilt back before touching his body. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

As fast as lightning, Mu Fulan hadn't reacted yet, she felt her wrist tightening and was grabbed by him.

His hands were extremely strong, causing her to hurt her to the bone.

She was surprised and endured the pain and said, "It's me. Your quilt fell off, I'll cover you back."

The hand holding her wrist slowly relaxed its strength and let her go.

Mu Fulan immediately took a step back.

He quickly woke up completely, sat up slowly, and said, "Is there water?" His voice was low and dry.

Mu Fulan lit the candle, poured water, and handed it to him.

He drank, lay back, and after a moment, he closed his eyes and asked her who was still standing near him: "What else do you have?"

Mu Fulan said, "Thank you for helping me, I'm very grateful."

He didn't respond, and he still closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep again.

Mu Fulan stood for a while, returned to the table, and blew out the candlelight.

The light in the room dimmed again, leaving only a moonlight shining by the window.

She turned around and was about to return to the bed when she heard a voice suddenly coming from behind: "Mu, send a letter to your brother Wang, tell him to be honest and don't have any thoughts you shouldn't have, so as not to cause trouble. If he seeks death, no one can save him at that time."

Mu Fulan's heart hopped slightly, and she slowly turned back, towards the hazy figure on the couch.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"A person with small wisdom and great plans, small strength and heavy responsibilities, usually dies very quickly. If he holds a high position, the disaster will become more severe. If I do not denounce your brother Wang, whether it is his ability or his skills, he is far less than your father. He is honest and can still keep this king. If he does not know himself and wants to rely on him to rebel against Liu Empress, the country will be destroyed only day and night."

He pushed away the quilt and sat up.

"I used to see me for the first time and expressed his dissatisfaction. Now, four years have passed, and I don't think he has made any progress in anything except for his increasing dissatisfaction and resentment towards me."

Mu Fulan understood that he was only talking about it in general terms, not knowing what Changsha is doing now.

She said: "So where should Changsha go in the future?"

Xie Changgeng made no sound.

"You also know that Liu looked at me, Mu, like a thorn in his eyes. Even if my brother Wang is not rebelling, he will be in trouble if he wants to add a crime. Will he sit back and wait for death?"

"Last time, I took Zhang Ban's path and was lucky enough to avoid the military disaster. I had to rely on him to lobby Queen Liu? I was afraid that Zhang Ban would not have that great ability."

She said again.

Xie Changgeng snorted: "One Zhang Ban can block a military disaster for you. Can I, Xie Changgeng, not as good as Zhang Ban?"

"You mean, you are willing to protect me from Changsha?" she asked.

"What's the difficulty for me to protect you a country like Changsha?" he answered her.

Perhaps it was Yu Zui that in this quiet late night, the tone of his speech to her showed a rare pride in his usual days.

Mu Fulan was silent for a moment and asked him: "So, what do I, Mu, need to do for you?"

Exchanges are exchanges.

Just like in the past, the father used the conditions of recommending him to enter the government to exchange for several years of peace in the fourth country of Changsha. That engagement was a tool used to make the exchange decently realize.

He was silent, his eyes falling on her.

She climbed off the bed, her shirt was neat, but thin, and her silk clothes were loose on her shoulders. The moonlight shone in from the window beside her, and the curves of her body hidden under her shirt were hazy and faint.

The night seemed to gradually solidify, and the cold became deeper and deeper. Mu Fulan stood in the darkness beside the table for a long time, and gradually felt cold and her pores were creepy.

"Let's talk about it when it's necessary."

He withdrew his gaze and lay back again.
Chapter completed!