Chapter 208: Flowing clouds, Yun Ting, the passionate encounter in the misty mountains.

Under Yuanheng Yan's stunned gaze, Tingyun Shi said calmly, "You are twenty years old. It's not unusual to have a side concubine."

Seeing Tingyun Shi so calm, Yuanheng Yan also had to force himself to be calm: "You are a bit older than me. Why are you ......"

Tingyun Shi touched a flat stone in his hand and hit a series of water drifts on the water diagonally: "I'm not like you."

Yuanheng Yan paused, thinking of what Tingyun Shi had told him about his heart, and was speechless.

He tilted his head, looking slightly gloomy.

Seeing the stalemate, Tingyun Shi tried to reconcile the situation by saying, "I wonder how Princess Nan Southern looks like."

Yuanheng Yan wooden face: "...... don't know."

Tingyun Shi simply turned to business: "After the agreement to stop the war, the flag county near Cangjiang River sent hundreds of jars of aged wine, and father said that tonight the soldiers of the main camp would become drunk."

Yuanheng Yan : "Well."

Tingyun Shi laughed: "About you are not going to drink, I told you, it is just a blessing for the ears."

Yuanheng Yan : "...... hmm."

Tingyun Shi never minded Yuanheng Yan's single-word answers, he had been heavy-hearted since he was a child, and was silent because he was either thinking or listening.

Tingyun Shi was about to say more when Yuanheng Yan opened his mouth first.

"I won't marry her." Yuanheng Yan said sullenly, "I don't want to marry someone I don't know."

"That's the end of it." Tingyun Shi laughed, "Many of Wangcheng's daughters are kept in deep chambers. Which of those unmarried girls we know so well, who love to write poetry and play ball, are not looking for Zhao Yuan?"

He looked at Yuanzhao Yan, who was fighting a flock of geese not far away, and said with a smile: "...... If I had been born as a woman, I would have loved Zhao Yuan. The women in the deep chamber do not love him, think he is frivolous, but play with him for some time will know, Zhao Yuan temperament is interesting, know how to advance and retreat, the position is stable, and seek a person of one heart, lump can also be considered a good match."

Yuanheng Yan hung his head, not even wanting to say "hmm" and respond to the story.

Tingyun Shi seems to remember something, excitedly "huh?" Heng Yuan, are you talking about Qiu Ying, the daughter of Minister Qiu? You have met since childhood, although she is in the women's school, but we are also considered to have the same classmates, status, age are quite ...... think that must be her."

Yuanheng Yan had thought about this before he went to the border, but he was told by Tingyun Shi, even in a joking tone, that it was as uncomfortable as if he was on fire.

His voice sank: "I have never known, I have never known, Su often have this kind of pity for the jade, to look at the city women like a family."

Tingyun Shi : "Isn't this for you to see?"

Yuanheng Yan gambled like: " Princess Nan Southern, daughter of Qiu Xiang, I don't want any of them."

Tingyun Shi : "So what do you want?"

Yuanheng Yan : "I ......"

He paused.

What exactly does Yuanheng Yan want?

His eyes were faintly warm, and he lowered his eyelashes, thinking of his mother, who was still living a miserable life in another palace, and of his ambitions - the kind of ambitions that every prince secretly has.

Yuanheng Yan, who was already in the emperor's good graces, had not left the palace to build a house at such an old age, but remained in the palace to teach, and after the battle of Zhen Nanguan for nearly a year, he beheaded Pasha with one sword and made a war achievement, and stood at an unprecedented height.

Any prince can hardly look up to him anymore.

He should marry the daughter of Minister Qiu. That is a first-rate daughter, and has the tacit approval of his father, and he should be the most compatible, and then Nan Southern princess, the next year, should have a living child.

My father had expectations, and my mother looked forward to her ascension to the ninth heavenly throne, as well as her lifelong ambition, the dream of her family and country.

These things are indeed as heavy as a thousand pounds, but compared with the usual ......

...... But why compare it with the vegetarians again?

What does Yuanheng Yan, the best friend he grew up with, think of him as?

Soo often waits for his response while he fantasizes about spending his life with him in a military camp in the borderlands?

Yuanheng Yan The tip of his tongue gradually became sour.

In the past few days, he has been managing his own mind, but only now, under the stimulation of a woman he has never met, a woman who has forgotten what she looks like, he suddenly realized that his feelings for Suchang, as if something is not quite right.

But what can be done about it.

As a prince, can he openly marry Tingyun Shi? Will he be able to give Tingyun Shi the promise of a lifetime of only one person?

In this regard, he is even worse than the sixth royal brother ah.

The Shi family's reputation for several generations, Tingyun Shi if he had an affair with himself, it will end up with a reputation destroyed. After a hundred years, the world will mention Tingyun Shi, will not talk about his merits, but only for a young general and the son of the emperor's affair and talk about his looks, talk about his "flattery of the art".

But if he doesn't disclose it, should he live under shame for the rest of his life?

Yuanheng Yan's heart and eyes were cold from the river breeze.

Tingyun Shi saw that he was silent for a long time and asked again, "Dare I ask the Thirteenth Prince, what do you want?"

Yuanheng Yan lowered his gaze for a moment, then raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Tingyun Shi followed his gaze, only to see long clouds like scales, traveling with the wind, a thousand shapes and images, competing to return to the empty realm.

He said, "Remember the poem we memorized when we were kids."

"What is there in the mountain? There are many white clouds on the mountain. I can only enjoy myself, but I can't hold it to give it to you."

Tingyun Shi: "Yes. Tao Hongjing's poem."

Yuanheng Yan called him, " Tingyun Shi ."

Tingyun Shi raised his eyes.

Yuanheng Yan: "I was just thinking that there are thousands of people in the world, and I'm not the one who deserves to stay in the walking clouds."

Before Tingyun Shi could return to his senses, Yuanheng Yan got up, bowed, and turned away.

With each step he took, his heart twisted and ached.

Perhaps, when Yun Ting finds his beloved one, his heart will also die on that day.

Yuanheng Yan walked faster and faster, while reaching into his arms, feeling out the wine jug carved with laurel, clutching it to his chest.

It was Tingyun Shi's, and after drinking it himself, he tossed the jug to the soldier and forgot to ask for it back.

Yuanheng Yan wanted to ask Tingyun Shi to come to him to ask for it, but once he did, it came to today.

He did not know what kind of plan he had in mind when he came to Tingyun Shi with this wine jug today.

But it didn't get sent out, so what's the point of thinking about it.

...... He can't even give away a jug.

Clutching the jug, Yuanheng Yan fell into a deep self-loathing.

--His avoidance, in the end, has nothing to do with those speculations.

Tingyun Shi may not like him at all.

If Yun Ting is really happy with him, what can he not do?

Yuanheng Yan fled quickly back to the camp, entered the tent, sat on the side of the couch, took out the wine jug, rubbed it in the palm of his hand for a while, did not know where to get the courage to hold the wine jug, uncovered the lid of the wine jug hanging silver pouch, closed his eyes and poured into the mouth of the jug in one go.

He raised two small black turtles seem to feel, from the small pool floated out of the two small round heads, surveyed him for a while, and crawled back into the pool with a grunt.

Tingyun Shi looked at Yuanheng Yan's back and was speechless for a moment.

In his contemplation, Yuanzhao Yan surprisingly returned in a goose feather, carrying the neck of a large goose, covered with sharp teeth beak and palms by his belt tied up.

...... also really caught one back by him.

Yuanzhao Yan a head of long hair has been disordered, simply liberated draped over the shoulders: "a mere goose, you think your sixth master can not catch back?"

Tingyun Shi : "Not two as promised?"

Yuanzhao Yan spat at him: "Fuck you, you say easy, you go catch two."

Tingyun Shi laughs.

Yuanzhao Yan put the goose tied up, and began to flood the bad water: "When I go back, I will raise a flock of geese in the backyard, and then trick Rou Jin into telling her to catch the geese."

He paused and added, "But I have to stay with her. Otherwise she'll have to be bitten and cry."

Tingyun Shi wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes and thought, "It's true.

This is probably Yuanzhao Yan's love.

Zhao Yuan looks prodigal, but his heart yearns for stability.

He also met Rou Jin, and knew that she was not a vulgar woman, and that she could get along with Zhao Yuan.

But I don't know when Zhao Yuan will know his own mind.

Yuanzhao Yan and Tingyun Shi picked up the goose feathers together.

He dusted his knees down and said, "Yesterday, Heng Yuan managed to borrow local clay cigarettes from a few soldiers."

Tingyun Shi let out a hint.

"You idly mentioned yesterday during dinner that there are always birds chirping these days, making it impossible to sleep." Yuanzhao Yan said, "He played his flute not far from your tent yesterday, and played all night, and also used a long pole to drive the birds away."

He continued, "That cigarette is very strong. As you know, he set a daily starting point to rest his body, can only rely on smoking that thing to refresh."

Tingyun Shi said, "Why do you say that?"

"It's okay, just tell it as a joke." Yuanzhao Yan shrugged easily, "He is just a fool, Yeshu Li was transferred to the side of General Shi, he is looking for two other soldiers to chase the birds on the line, and even worse, he has a few available guards under him. The first thing you need to do is to leave it to them.

Tingyun Shi kept his mouth shut.

Yuanzhao Yan raised one knee and said: "The Sixth Master never fights for what he can't get. But what I can get, I will never let go. If I am like ah, do not care how the world's mouth, I got this hundred years of pleasure, is not those fools can enjoy. A hundred years after the indiscriminate chewing of the tongue, a thousand years later will also be turned into ashes."

Xiaochi Chi asked on behalf of Tingyun Shi, "You are gaining pleasure, so what if the other party has only brotherly love for him?"

Yuanzhao Yan didn't care: "Then we have to say it clearly. Say understand, do a life of brothers; say not understand, fall a life of confusion."

It doesn't matter if Tingyun Shi understands, but Xiaochi Chi understands that it's indeed time to leave.

Around ...... he had almost cashed out the physical warehouse, and even a second spare card warehouse had been set up.

In the middle of the night, the main camp was filled with songs and dances.

The Nan Southern soldiers sang Nan Southern folk songs, and the Central Plains Southerners sang Huangmei opera and opera criticism, most of which were not very good, but with the good Nan Southern wine and the sizzling lamb, it was a good experience.

In all this hubbub, there is no sign of Tingyun Shi or Yuanheng Yan.

In the cool autumn breeze, Yuanzhao Yan found Tingyun Shi near the military camp.

He was walking back and forth, his boots stepping on the wet, soft mud with a subtle watery sound.

Yuanzhao Yan was already drunk and reached out to pull him, "What are you doing? Let's go drink."

Tingyun Shi took a look at his hand holding his own, and looked up seriously into his eyes for a moment to make sure that the hand was warm and there was light in his eyes before he put his mind at ease.

He said, "Patrol, lest any enemy invade by night."

"Where is the enemy?" Yuanzhao Yan good gas and funny, " Nan Southern surrender la, withdrawing troops for a hundred miles, and moreover rejoice only the main camp, the periphery of the bright and dark posts extend out for ten or so miles, no more security."

Yuanzhao Yan pulled him a hand: "quickly go quickly go, Heng Yuan evening release horses, also do not know where to go; those vice generals, each respected me, boring through, or drink with you interesting. Go ......"

Before the words left his mouth, he reached out to touch Tingyun Shi's palm and realized something was wrong, and when he touched Tingyun Shi's forehead, his face looked even worse: "You want to die, don't you? How dare you come out to blow when you're burning like this?"

Tingyun Shi A pair of peach blossom eyes burned with a straight watery glow and looked at him fixedly: "...... Zhao Yuan ."

"Zhao you head." Yuanzhao Yan yanked him towards his tent without a word, "This is if your husband knows ......"

At this point in the conversation, Yuanzhao Yan gave a jolt.

...... "Mr. His Family", who is it again?

Yuanzhao Yan personality so, can not think, he did not want.

Walking to the tent, Tingyun Shi glanced at the raised curtain.

He remembered that when the benefactor left today, he was not assured of the safety of the barracks, leaving the tent to inspect when there will be the tent curtain down.

He pushed Yuanzhao Yan: "Just send it here, you go drink. I'm not burnt out, I can take care of myself."

Yuanzhao Yan said suspiciously, "You're not going to patrol the border again, are you?"

Tingyun Shi coughed twice and said with a smile, "So are you going to send me to bed?"

Yuanzhao Yan disgusted can not help himself, pushed a hand on his back: "roll roll roll, roll in. Sixth master see you roll."

Tingyun Shi took a deep breath, bent down into the tent and lowered the curtain.

Without lighting a candle, he took two steps toward the memory of the bed, and his high-heated body fell into an embrace filled with the scent of wine.

The embrace came from behind and wrapped around him very hard.

He heard a familiar voice, but not a familiar accent: "Is that Suchang?"

Tingyun Shi's heart slightly softened: "Thirteenth prince."

Half an hour later, he called again, " Heng Yuan ."

The fever made him ache all around, and he had no way to use his strength. Therefore, after he noticed Yuanheng Yan was drunk, he was picked up and placed on the couch.

Yuanheng Yan didn't make a surprise, after putting him on the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed in a disciplined manner, looking straight at him, his eyes were burning.

Tingyun Shi: "Heng Yuan, you're drunk."

Yuanheng Yan pulled out the empty jug from his arms and shoved it into Tingyun Shi's hand, "No. I drank so much, but I am not drunk."

Tingyun Shi turned weakly to his side and smiled at him, "Well. The thirteenth prince is of great capacity."

Yuanheng Yan dutifully, looking a bit dejected: "No, I only drank half a pot."

Tingyun Shi's throat was sore, but she couldn't stop laughing.

Yuanheng Yan said seriously, "Don't you laugh. I have something to give you."

Tingyun Shi lying on his arm: "What is the gift, come and let young general Shi go through it."

Yuanheng Yan pointed to the empty wine jug.

Tingyun Shi, curious, took the jug and shook it against his ear, finding nothing but a little residual water rattling inside.

He couldn't help but think of the book Yuanheng Yan had given him last time when he was drunk, which also contained a small flower that had gone to an unknown destination.

Tingyun Shi asked Yuanheng Yan in a hoarse voice, "What is the gift?"

Yuanheng Yan sat on his knees beside him and said, "I went to climb to the top of Baiyun Mountain and filled a pot of walking clouds to come."

Tingyun Shi's heart pounded and she looked up at him.

Yuanheng Yan said, "Xing Yun stopped and was caught by me. So, can you listen to me and talk."

Tingyun Shi reluctantly propped up half of her body and smiled softly, "Well. You say, it's listening."

Yuanheng Yan looked at him, blinked once, and blushed on a layer.

Blink a little more and your eyes get a little red.

Yuanheng Yan opened his mouth and said, "I used to, have a dream."

Tingyun Shi: "Yeah."

Yuanheng Yan : "In my dream, I reached the age of ear."

Tingyun Shi couldn't help but smile, "Well, the thirteenth prince lives a high life."

Yuanheng Yan, with starry eyes, said word by word: "In the dream, at that time, I was surrounded by you."

Tingyun Shi also stopped talking and looked straight into his eyes.

A drunken man and a man with a high fever, both with watery mist in their eyes.

See the flowers through the fog, each with its own beauty.

Only after a long time did Tingyun Shi speak again, "The Thirteenth Prince is really greedy, it is not enough to dominate Tingyun Shi for ten years, how long do you want me to be your companion?"

Yuanheng Yan grabbed the corner of his coat and gently shook it: "Time-companion reading, Time-companion reading. Yuanheng Yan has one thing he doesn't understand, can I ask for advice."

Tingyun Shi looked at the rare childish Yuanheng Yan, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, but there were tears in his eyes: "Please speak."

Yuanheng Yan With a little cry, he asked, "...... How do I have to love you for you to like it?"

The two did not know who kissed who first.

The sash unravels in layers and drops to the floor with a rustling sound.

Tingyun Shi opened his mouth and bit Yuanheng Yan's right sleeve of his loincloth, pulling it down along the outline of his shoulder and dropping a kiss on the scar on the back of his hand that was exposed and crusted over, moving gently as if he was afraid of hurting him.

Tingyun Shi said softly: "Heng Yuan, Heng Yuan, do you know that for some time after death, people can really hear what other people are saying and doing?"

Yuanheng Yan hands on the side of Tingyun Shi's ear, not looking at him, some helpless, and some confusion, only follow the instinct, kissing his bulging throat knot.

"So I know." Tingyun Shi clasped his ten fingers and said, "...... Yan XIII likes Shi Suchang, Shi Suchang knows ah."