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Chapter 22. Drunk and Drunk

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    After all, Xiao Jing couldn¡¯t be idle. Half a month later, Yan and Mongolia ceased fighting, Yan won a big victory, and Mongolia sent envoys to sign a peace agreement with Yan.

    Only then did Chuyao know that although Xiao Jing hadn't been on the front line, every battle and every layout with Mongolia was planned by him.  This man's intelligence is far beyond her imagination.

    At the beginning, the demise of the Song Mansion was simply overkill for him, and I don't know how he agreed to cooperate with her. If he wanted to, obtaining a country would be a snap of his fingers.

    The Mongolian envoys arrived in Tongzhou in two days, negotiating, negotiating peace, and mediating political struggles. Chu Yao stood quietly beside Xiao Jing, pouring him tea from time to time.

    "I heard that the girls of Yan Kingdom are good at singing and dancing, and are smart and beautiful. I think the prince's maids are also extraordinary. Why don't you sing a song for this peace negotiation?"

    The one who spoke was Duan Hekang, the son of the Mongolian commander who was at war with Yan this time. He was dressed in a navy blue dress, with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, and his demeanor was free and easy.  It's a little more elegant than the Yan people.

    Duan Hekang is the eldest son of Mongolian general Duan Heyi and a major general of the Mongolian army. He has received a lot of military merits at a young age. He is unruly and free and easy, attracting the admiration of many women.

    "This king specially arranged songs and dances for the major general, I'm afraid this clumsy servant girl won't be able to catch the eye." Xiao Jing lowered his eyes, blowing away the hot smoke from the tea, with an inexplicable expression.

    "How could it be? Where did the clumsy people around King Ning come from? Or does King Ning feel that I don't deserve to appreciate it?" Duan Hekang had suffered a lot in the negotiation of the peace treaty.  face.

    How could Chuyao not be able to see it? Looking at Xiao Jing's tight lips, he knew that he was already displeased.  She frowned, took a step forward, and said to Xiao Jing: "Your Majesty, why don't you ask your servants to play a song for the Major General to celebrate the friendship between the two countries."

    Xiao Jing glanced sideways at her and nodded.

    After setting up the zither, Chuyao sat down and plucked the strings.

    The sound of the zither poured out like flowing clouds and flowing water, hovering faintly in the courtyard, and the stars moved. The tune suddenly became high, like a golden horse and iron horse galloping past, and then turned to whimpering, like a mournful cry. Slowly, the tune turned into a low and cheerful,  In the end, there was no wave.

    At the end of the song, Xiao Jing took the lead in clapping her hands and asked her, "What song is this?"

    Xiao Jing obviously heard the artistic conception of this song, so he deliberately asked about it.

    Chuyao got up to be a blessing, lowered her eyebrows and replied: "It's a new song written by the slave girl, called He Yanqu."

    Duan Hekang's face froze, how could he hear what they meant when they sang and sang together? This was clearly a deliberate attempt to ridicule their defeat.

    "Sure enough, the country of Yan is full of talents, even a maid can compose such a unique song." Duan Hekang clapped his palms and said with a smile.  Even if it is displeased, the envoys of a country cannot lose their bearing.

    "The major general is too well-known. This girl is just expressing her feelings, and she just said it casually, so she can't talk about the word meaning." Xiao Jing is commonly known as getting cheap and acting good. Chu Yao stood behind him, and couldn't help raising his head.  a smile.

    Duan Hekang picked up the wine glass and drank lightly without saying a word, his thick black eyes glanced at Chuyao vaguely.

    A peace talk and banquet ended with both sides thinking about it.

    Chuyao followed behind Xiao Jing, her tall and straight back was depressingly uncomfortable, she was waiting for him to ask, where did a dancer from a brothel come from, and she was so good at performing arts.

    At the end of the song, she also regretted her recklessness.  She has always been the most calm minded, why is she so reckless today.

    Xiao actually stopped under the poplar tree in the courtyard, turned around and looked down at her, his obsidian eyes became deeper and deeper, Chuyao stood quietly, and the summer wind flowed slowly between them.

    "Done very well today."

    What was waiting was Xiao Jing's faint words that seemed to be praises. She had planned to say something. She was originally a boudoir daughter of a rich family.  and rhetoric.

    Fortunately, she didn't tell a lie first, and after thinking about it later, she was afraid, how could Xiao Jing's employer not check the details of the person's background, if she told it, it would be a mistake.

    This face of hers only appeared for the first time under the Yexia Valley. Xiao Jing went to the bottom of the matter and could only find out that she was robbed from farmers by bandits and sold to brothels, and there was no other trace.

    Xiao Jing didn't say anything more, turned around and entered the room.

    Chu Yao followed in and waited for the wash, only to find that Xiao Jing's cheeks were slightly flushed, and his dark eyes were half-drooped, as if he was drunk.

    Duan Hekang, the host tonight, drank a lot of wine, Chuyao stood behind him, listening to him talking to others without even the slightest bit of drunkenness, presumably he was holding on.

    "Grandpa.  "She wrung out the towel and handed it to him.

    "Huh?" Xiao actually uttered a meaningless monosyllable, pressing his hands on his temples.

    Chuyao had no choice but to help him to lie down on the bed, took off his robe and boots, and wiped his face.  Xiao Jing closed her eyes at this moment, shed her cold and stern aura, lay quietly, and took a long breath, which was slightly alcohol-smelling.

    There are many lights and shadows, swaying and shaking, summer insects chirping, and it is very quiet.

    After she cleaned up, she covered Xiao Jing with a thin quilt, and turned to leave. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist, and the warm palm pressed against her cold wrist. She stopped and turned around.

    Xiao Jing was still sleeping with his eyes closed, his sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his face was quiet.

    Chu Yao removed his hand and put it back on the bed. Before she could turn around, Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, looked straight into her eyes, raised his arm, and grabbed her.  Before she could react, Xiao Jing pushed her against the bed board with all his strength.

    Qingsi scattered on the bed, she looked at Xiao Jing who was pressing on her in panic.

    The obsidian-like eyes were slightly covered with mist due to drunkenness, making it even more difficult to see clearly.  The four words of disorderly sex after drinking are really not suitable for Xiao Jing, Chuyao moved his arm slightly, and called out softly: "My lord."

    Xiao Jing didn't move, but still stared straight into her eyes, which gradually softened like ink melted in water.

    After a long time, he raised his palm and stroked her eyelids.  The slightly callused fingertips brushed slowly and gently around her eyelids.

    Chuyao held his breath, Xiao Jing seemed to be different from usual, tender and gentle.

    His hand slowly slid across his cheeks, his eyes moved down, his expression changed suddenly, he turned from Chuyao, stroked his forehead and frowned.

    Chuyao hurriedly got off the bed and said, "My servant, go and order the kitchen prince to make sober soup."

    After finishing speaking, he stepped out of the door in a panic.

    Xiao actually pressed the center of his eyebrows, closed his eyes and lay back on the bed.

    They are obviously different people, how could there be a third pair of eyes like that?

    However, it is always different, there is only one her in this world.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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