Chapter 700： Lady's Wine

When I do n’t know, the snow is getting bigger and bigger.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the roof of the distant shop was even a foot thick. The wind blew through and was bitterly cold. Although it was daytime, the pedestrians on the road gradually became scarce. After morning, there was also a call to fight more sound.

At this time, the system learned from Tang Guo now has a new meaning, reminding the people of Heianjing how far away from the dangerous night.

"Everyone, it's getting colder and cold. Drink a warm wine to ensure that the heat is moderate." The wine vendor called.

"Hey, hey, boss, then come a bowl." A warrior called out, wearing a long knife on his body: "Although I can drink a liter, I have to go back sooner!"

"Who doesn't go back early? Even if there are more than five nobles, they dare to rush in the ox cart when they get into the night?" Someone said casually.

"Yeah, it is said that it wasn't like that a hundred years ago." Someone echoed again, and suddenly stopped, watching Pei Ziyun passing by.

There was a quiet moment in front of the wine vendor. Although the boy in front of him looked like a samurai, his clothes were clean and tidy, not just ordinary samurai.

"Maybe the samurai of the public secretary's house?"

At this time, the Emperor supported the Ping family, and although the Genji originated from one of the surnames given to him by the emperor's son, he turned to the Fujiwara family to fight the Emperor.

Both the emperor and the officials took samurai as chess pieces, and the samurai gradually rose.

Pei Ziyun pondered: "The samurai just now should be contaminated by demons. Although it is a bit innocent to be killed, it is impossible to not kill."

"As soon as I arrived in Heianjing, there were monsters provoking one after another. It was these goods that came again. Could it be said that it was just to provoke a fight between me and Heianjing?"

Yes, Pei Ziyun has guessed why the other party did this.

It is not useless provocation or temptation. The other party should want to stir up the contradiction and hatred between himself and the nobleman of Ping Anjing, and let him fall into it completely like a quagmire.

In response, he smiled scornfully: "I really think that this kind of thing can keep me busy? If I change my mind, how can you help me?"

Thinking about it this way, his feet accelerated, and he soon appeared in front of a mansion. With a smile, the man turned over and disappeared into the falling snow.

The two rows of footprints were soon covered by falling snow, leaving no trace.

"It's cold!" The driver who drove the ox cart to the Prince's Mansion in the dusk, rubbed his hands, exhaled, and murmured, appearing from time to time along the road.

The crunching snow was run over by the wheels, making a sour noise.

The cow pulling the car in front was not afraid of the cold, and took an unhappy or slow pace to pull the car steady.

At this moment, the driver was sincerely envious of the Prince who was sitting in the car. If he could have a room that was not hit by the snow and snow for his heating, how happy it was!

But looking at the poor people who occasionally fell on the side of the road, they couldn't help but be glad.

In Heianjing, a person like himself who can serve the public secretary is not as good as an official, or even the decent status of a warrior, but he will not die silently in this cold winter.

Being alive is perhaps the greatest happiness.

The ox cart traveled all the way, and the palace of the prince appeared in front of him. Not only did the driver catch a sigh of relief, but the warriors around him were also relieved.

"His Royal Highness is busy playing the main stage. I will swear to death even though I have worked hard, but for that woman, I suffer every night at night ..." Some people couldn't help complaining.

"Hugh, let's talk!" Someone took a scabbard and then said nothing. They were not coachmen. Most of them were samurai attached to the prince. They had fields and servants in their own homes. It was also a kind of outing in this weather Torture.

But he did not dare to complain about being a prince, and he was uneasy to seduce the prince's Izumi-style ministry.

Although outside, the extramarital affairs of Prince Izumi and the Izumi-style department are covered up, but many people know the inside information.

Although the princess and the prince have no sons, the adopted son Fujiwara is a child of the Fujiwara family. In the future, the adopted son will be in favor of the adoptive mother.

"I'm afraid I won't even say it now, but whenever I think of these things, I feel embarrassed."

"By then ..."

Hey, let these warriors be a little nervous!

"Are you there?" When the ox cart stopped, it picked up the curtains and glanced for the prince.

This look, rather than return to the house, it is better to return to a comfortable but depressed cage.

But then again, in this cold weather, it is more comfortable than staying in a bullock cart.

Although he had an ox cart, he was also the prince who felt cold, and when he leaned out, he was blown by the cold wind and immediately took a nap.

"Have someone open the door!" Said the Prince Shen Sheng, with some dissatisfaction in his heart.

In his own house, after he went out, Ju really closed the door, without even considering how he wanted to return to the warm room immediately in such a hurry.

How could such a mansion, such a princess, and such a group of servants settle his heart and not look outward for tenderness?

Although the prince also knew that his thoughts were just being angry, and venting his long-standing dissatisfaction.

The gate of the mansion was closed tightly. This is because in recent years, the interior of Heian Beijing is not very peaceful. The door is not closed. There is no man in the house where the male master is at home.

But when I'm not happy, I don't like everything.

When a servant heard the call to open the door, gathered for the Prince, and watched the cleaned path, there was a new unhappiness.

"The snow on both sides of the road has been cleaned up. It is really not beautiful!"

But I thought that although I went to the bomber platform and turned around a bit, last night I just returned from my lover's house, no matter how depressed, I couldn't attack after entering the house, lest news that it was not compatible with the princess. Next, what you want to say, walk towards your courtyard.

"Prince, don't you go and see the princess?" A female officer greeted the return, reminded: "The princess was in a bad mood last night, had a nightmare, and asked you when you woke up."

The Prince hesitated, thinking of the embarrassment that each time he wanted to speak and had nothing to say when he met each other, he shook his head: "No, I'm a bit tired, I want to take a break."

The prince said so, what could the female officer do, sighed, and left with sadness.

In the Prince's courtyard, the charcoal fire was burning, and the house was as warm as spring.

The prince sitting dazed at the window and looking out of the window, thinking of the joy of being with the Izumi-shibe last night.

The Prince was in a twelve-year-old suit, and was awarded four grades by the Prince. He was awarded the second grade. The nine daughters of Natohara Yiyin were concubines, but there was no fertility between the two. Under pressure, there was a foster son Fujiwara Yoshiyuki.

Although many Japanese do not care too much about whether the heir is their own bloodline, they care more about inheritance, but they do n’t have a child or even a daughter. This frustration has come from doubts about themselves, not purely. It is an extravagant desire for future generations.

"Fujiwara Yoshiyuki, I think he can develop an excellent man."

"But for all these years, I haven't had a son or a daughter, and sometimes I even wondered myself if something I did was offensive to the gods."

"Hateful!" The sigh sighed again, and couldn't help but stun the ground on the side of his lower body: "Is it because I can't have children, or the princess can't have children?"

"If I can't have children, I can only help but bear the punishment of angering the gods and can't bring down my son-in-law. But if the princess can't have children, why should I bear the criticism behind people?"

The prince even thought of the Izumi-style department, the other party has given birth to a child, which shows that the Izumi-style department has no problems. If the other party can have a child for him, can it be explained that there is no problem with his body?

You are the prince, and some cannot accept the fact that you are a waste.

Only then I thought, I do n’t know when it was getting dark. At this moment, the female officer brought a group of maids and brought a rich dish. When she reached the yard, the branches shook, snow fell, and she fell on the female officer. She With a sigh, she was annoyed to arrange her hair and clothes.

The maid entered the house, added a stove, and served wine. The prince was a little annoyed: "Whoever you bring the wine, I haven't asked you to do it yourself!"

The female officer responded with a sigh of relief, and raised her head. Her clear eyes stared at the prince. When she saw her, the prince reluctantly looked away and asked, "Little sister, why are you here?"

At the beginning of the Japanese female officer, the Asuka era was the habit of presenting daughters to the emperor everywhere. It was a kind of hostage, and it evolved in the future. It was a non-noble woman and could not be an female officer.

There are many female officials in the palace, in fact, the Prince's House, the House of the Inner Prince, and the Taizheng and Taichen's Houses (Note 1) are all the ladies of the aristocratic family. Of course, they should not be too mean to female officials.

"His Royal Highness, the princess ordered the cleaning and ordered me to serve her Royal Highness." As she said, she poured the wine, and in accordance with the rules, the matter assigned by the inner court, even the prince could not say more (Note 2). It ’s a bit strange, but there ’s no problem with this resignation. The Prince is also a bit hungry, so I do n’t plan to worry about it. I picked up a bottle and was about to drink. Someone laughed outside and said, “If it ’s me, I wo n’t drink. . "

"Who?!"

This screamed the prince. He immediately put down the wine bottle, got up and looked out, while trying to step back, but it was too late. The man jumped off the roof and landed at the door.

Even if I have only seen it once ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The prince immediately recognized the identity of the other party: "You are Shinichi Yamada!"

The visitor is not someone else, it is the young warrior whom I met in Izumi style!

This man is handsome. Whoever has seen it once will not easily forget it, but how can this man suddenly appear in his Prince's House?

What is the other party doing? Is it to trouble yourself to take revenge on his master, Orange Taozhen?

The prince's expression changed greatly, and the warrior was about to be called immediately.

Although at this time the court had shown a tendency of decline, but as Prince Erpin, there were still many warriors in the Prince's Mansion. As soon as he was about to speak out, he saw that Yamada Shinichi had touched the handle on his waist.

A chill struck the heart, and the prince feared, stepped back, and calmed down: "What do you mean? Do you want to cause a big disaster for Orange Taozhen?"

"Shh! Let's watch a good show first." The other side gave him a playful look, and his eyes fell on the female officer who looked very scared.