Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Wang Gui went down to arrange things. The moment he turned his back to Chen Youlan, a smile finally appeared on his calm face, quite a satisfied smile.

After all, Chen Youlan is the daughter of Chen Yin, Ling of Zhongshu. Needless to say, she is extremely intelligent. Although she has never been in charge of a family, she can handle the family affairs in an orderly manner after being in her hands. Just now she first asked Wang Gui about the past arrangements before ordering to deal with Qin Huaiyu and Cheng Chumo, which won Wang Gui's heart.

In fact, if Chen Youlan's orders were not orderly and satisfying enough, Wang Gui would not have revealed so many secrets about Li Xin to her.

Soon, the servants gathered around and carried Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu away, and sent them to another guest room to rest. Li Xin was also rudely picked up by two health servants and sent to his bedroom. After all, the Prince Chu's Mansion is a family of generals, and the servants also behave like members of the army, which seems very sloppy.

Chen Youlan couldn't help but muttered: "Why can't you be more careful with your own prince?"

Xiaoling also frowned slightly, and looked worriedly at Li Xin, who was so drunk that he was unconscious.

"Miss, how about I help you?" She couldn't help but suggested to Chen Youlan.

Chen Youlan hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

So, Xiao Ling followed several healthy servants and helped Li Xin to leave.

Speaking of it, this thing is actually quite embarrassing. After all, Xiaoling is Chen Youlan's maid, but now she has to take care of people other than her own lady, and she is a man, just like the cup she uses most often and likes, but now it is filled with warm water and sent to another man's lips. It was an indirect kiss, and it really made my heart beat a little faster.

Chen Youlan tried his best to maintain a calm expression, so as not to appear that his inner drama was too rich.

For a while, the small courtyard, which was still very lively, became deserted. Chen Youlan didn't want to stay alone, so she also followed Xiaoling's direction and came to the door of Li Xin's bedroom.

Xiaorunniang and Xiaoling waited inside, helped Li Xin lie on the bed, helped him take off his shoes and socks, and carefully squeezed a towel with warm water to wipe his face and hands. Li Xin fell asleep peacefully, his face was flushed, and he didn't move at all, only his enviable eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a baby.

Looking at Li Xin's expression at this moment, Chen Youlan's eyes flashed countless past images. In the images, Li Xin was either triumphant, furious, or a wretched philistine, but none of his expressions could completely match him at this moment.

Until the end, Chen Youlan finally remembered the back of Li Xin she saw when she first stepped into the small courtyard of Chu Palace.

"Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people" Chen Youlan murmured this line subconsciously again, suddenly feeling a kind of loneliness that penetrated into the bone marrow without warning from a corner deep in her body, eroding her Every inch of skin and bone.

What did you have to go through to write such a poem? Does he experience such hopeless loneliness and loneliness every moment?

Chen Youlan couldn't help thinking this way, her chest felt tight, as if she felt distressed for someone.

Perhaps hearing Chen Youlan's murmur, Li Xin, who was not deeply asleep on the bed, began to talk in his sleep.

"A jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date." Due to drinking too much wine, Li Xin has a bit of a tongue, but people can barely hear what he is saying.

Chen Youlan was taken aback: Why are you writing poetry again? How talented is this man? Have you reached the point where even if you are completely drunk, the poems can flow out naturally?

It’s a bit ashamed to say that, after hearing Li Xin’s poems and his remarks about the uselessness of poems and articles, Chen Youlan really hasn’t written any new poems for a long time, because she If you can't recognize and write poems as good as Li Xin's, you will naturally be ashamed to write again.

"Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people." Li Xin spat out another sentence.

Only then did Chen Youlan understand. It turned out that the two lines of poetry she heard by chance were not the first two lines, but the last two lines.

Not long after this idea came to mind, Li Xin's lips moved again, but the voice became more deep and indistinct. Chen Youlan had to hold his breath, prick up his ears, and asked Xiaoling and Runniang to stop their movements for a while. He barely heard what Li Xin said.

What he said was: "The moon does not drink, and the shadow follows me."

It turned out that it was not a quatrain, but a verse. Chen Youlan finally realized suddenly.

"Now the first couplet, the jaw couplet, and the neck couplet are all ready, and there is only one last couplet missing." She thought so.

However, at this time, Li Xin suddenly turned off the fire as if on purpose, leaving only his lips trembling, but he did not make a sound at all. Obviously, his soul was gone, and only his physical body was left here to care for itself. Even if Chen Youlan got close to Li Xin and bent down to get close to his face, she couldn't hear anything clearly, only the broken and messy breathing.

After a long time, Chen Youlan had no choice but to straighten up.

At this time, Xiaoling leaned into Chen Youlan's ear and said, "The prince's side is almost done, what about the young lady and the slaves? It's past the curfew, and we can't go back."

Chen Youlan's expression remained unchanged. In fact, she had thought of this matter a long time ago, but she just couldn't leave Li Xin and others alone.

She glanced at Xiaoling, and said: "What else can I do? Fortunately, our carriage is still waiting outside, with my father's token, I'm afraid Marquis Wu, who is patrolling the streets, will not go into it, let alone stop him. When the time comes Let's go home and be scolded as we want."

After the two discussed it, Chen Youlan turned his head and glanced at Li Xin who was on the bed next to him. He seemed to have fallen asleep obediently, with his lips slightly pursed, obviously not intending to spit out the last line of the poem he swallowed—of course, if Chen Youlan knew that what Li Xin just read was a long poem, What she lacked was more than the last sentence, and she didn't know how she would feel.

Chen Youlan sighed, winked at Xiaoling, and whispered, "Let's go."

Saying that, Xiaoling nodded, and walked out first, and Chen Youlan followed. Unexpectedly, as soon as she took a step, she suddenly felt that the corner of her clothes was being grabbed by something, and when she looked back, her face immediately turned crimson.

The one who grabbed the corner of Chen Youlan's clothes was none other than Li Xin.

While lying on the bed and falling asleep, he stretched out a hand and grabbed the corner of Chen Youlan's clothes firmly, without any intention of letting go.