Zong Jin got up in a hurry with a sore body, and ran down the cloister to Helianheng’s residence without wearing his shoes.
"Where are you going?" Xiang questioned immediately.
ZongJin back fidgety way "looking for your Lord … don’t worry, I’m not going to escape. I’m going to find the king’s egg."
"Do not speak ill of the Lord."
"Go to find He Lianheng" Zong Jin waved his hand. "Don’t worry about me … just do you know where He Lianheng is?"
Xiang pondered in her heart for a moment, uncertain. "The Lord should be in the green finch pavilion after the bedroom …"
Zong Jin had run away before she finished her words.
Xiang Xiang chased after him and shouted, "Don’t bother when the Lord is bathing at the moment! ！”
However, Zongjin doesn’t know where the strength has come from, and he has run out of the distance and never heard a word.
He has been to Lianheng’s residence-he has been there the first night he came to Lianfu-and then he went through the planting yard of Aoki, and then he walked in. It was Lianheng’s bedroom, Zong Jinchi, who walked barefoot in the cloister and stepped out of the "drumming" eager footsteps and plunged into the house.
See the bedroom door ZongJin again go straight to the end of the door.
As soon as he lifted his eyes, he saw the dragonfly leaping on the black plaque.
There seems to be a faint warmth around, and the flowing water is faintly audible; It is also mixed with the ethereal fragrance of wine, and now he is full of Weichi’s family affairs, regardless of what he thinks, pushing the door straight and boldly breaking in.
-appear in front of his eyes will be higher than his screen.
He Lianheng’s deep purple dress hangs on his head.
[I have a saying that fir [zōng] can read the place name "onion" in Sakamoto, and I decided to read "zōng".
Now that they are all phonetic, just in case, note two more company (friends are good) and captain [Yu] late (there is a surname to pronounce Yu)
All the compound surnames in Bai Gai are actually ethnic minorities (Xianbei ethnic group) or ancient surnames, and many of them start from place names, that is, some surnames in the clan concept are very similar to Japanese surnames (they imitate and inherit) or they are made in China! Original! I didn’t make up what strange compound surname I saw later.
Chapter Good brother takes me
It is obvious that He Lianheng is taking a bath.
Zong Jin spent a moment considering whether it is inconvenient to break in now; But he soon realized that it was inconvenient for all big men to have him.
He poked his head sideways and looked for He Lianheng in the hazy water vapor.
Also don’t have to find HeLianHeng as if in this respect and he is a man sitting in the hot spring water with his shoulder, neck and chest exposed. Such as ink long hair in the back of the head loosely into a bun, a few scattered to be soaked in water and stuck to his side neck.
He Lianheng didn’t seem to hear someone open the door and break in.
You can see the man’s side face clearly from Zong Jin’s place.
He Lianheng was drinking with a wine lamp in his right hand, and the stone was casually placed on his side. When Zong Jin peeked at him, he looked up and gulped down the wine in the lamp, then put a hip flask on it and poured it lazily for himself.
Can really enjoy ah LianHeng … ZongJin envy and unpleasant to sip the she chuckled.
There are no hot springs in Jiulong and Shangyu, and he can take a bath in the waterfall, whether it is hot or cold.
But why doesn’t He Lianheng’s king egg seem to enjoy it at all?
Men’s eyelids droop, and the light in their eyes seems to be hurting people.
This discovery made Zong Jin stop moving, but he observed it from behind the screen-He Lianheng had to be frustrating to "die" himself, which was a great event for him, and he had not heard any bad news about He Lianfu for so many days.
In the abrupt mist, He Lianheng lifted the wine lamp slowly and carefully, and the transparent wine reflected the candlelight around it and fell on the black rock.
"… I hate that I didn’t wait for the opportunity." The man said it very lightly and very heavily, and it was almost hard to hear "You sat opposite the wine."
Zong Jin is even more puzzled.
He Lianheng is the wife of three generations of single brothers who died early … Who is he paying homage to?
Looking at each other, I don’t know if it was because of wine or hot springs. Zong Jin thought for a long time and didn’t get results. He simply stopped thinking and walked out of the screen and shouted a sentence "Hector even …"
The man’s eyes suddenly shot at him.
Somehow Zong Jin abruptly swallowed the word "constant" and changed his mind to "Lord"
"Who allowed you to come in?" He Lianheng was not angry and asked such a sentence.
Zong Jin thought for a moment and said, "Then no one won’t let me in?"
No sooner had he finished than he regretted it-how could he honestly say something beautiful with his mouth open? How could he say it if he was angry?
Who knows that the man not far away actually evoked a shallow smile on his mouth.
Zong Jin "…?"
"Come to kill me again?" Helianheng asked
Because he is ruddy and smiling at the moment, this is like a friend joking, not like questioning at all.
As the saying goes, people who reach out and don’t smile are forgiving Zong Jin’s bad temper and arrogance. Seeing He Lianheng’s accommodating appearance suddenly lost his harsh words. "… it’s not that I have something to … please?"
Boy, he can say the word "beg"
Zongjin is secretly sighing that he is a tiger falling in Pingyang, and He Lianheng has hooked up with him. "Come and say it."
"Oh …"
Approached, he didn’t smell even the constant body and the alcohol was foaming at the mouth, and then he glanced at the hip flask that fell on the edge of the stone wall. At least there were two pounds.
Maybe he is drunk?
Damn, if I had known that He Lianheng was sneaking around here and drinking so much, he should have brought his knife to finish his assassination plan.
These clans were granted titles by the emperor a hundred years ago. He and people like He Lianheng were ministers in the fief before the royal family of Tianducheng, and the lords were kings.
In this time of others, you have to be respectful without being timid; But Zong Jinran had no scruples about swaggering to the man’s side, sitting on a stone and facing He Lianheng in a face-to-face direction, but he just turned his head and couldn’t see each other’s faces.
"Speak for me" He Lianheng dumb way "if reasonable, I can also promise you"
"Are you going to Jiulong?" Zong Jin cut to the chase
"Yes and again"
I think it’s because the wine Lian Hengheng has become quite nice, and his tone of voice is not as good as usual.
"Take me" ZongJin tilting face eager way.
"Want to take you?"
"Aren’t you short of a squire? I’ll be your squire!"
He Lianheng eyes turn his eyes to the line of sight.
This is not a funeral. This is a turf grab.
