Chen Baiqi always has a way to deal with Mengchangjun's indiscretion - to remain unchanged against ever-changing situations.

No matter what he said, as long as she didn't follow his train of thought, she wouldn't be led by him.

"Then my lord, are you interested in the bonfire party at the moment?"

Mengchangjun stared at her coldly, kicked over the footrests on several sides of the couch, rolled them to pieces, and finally stopped at her feet.

"Nothing."

Chen Baiqi glanced at it without moving, and asked in a good temper: "Then how can we have it?"

Mr. Mengchang sat up straight, with one hand on his knees, and his black hair tied high with a purple gold crown was spread behind him. His whole person was unruly. He sneered and said: "Okay, you can put the medicinal food in front of me exactly as it is."

Send it back."

Chen Baiqi looked at him in surprise, seeming a little embarrassed: "Only this condition?"

Mengchangjun raised his eyebrows and said firmly: "That's right."

"That's it..." Chen Baiqi nodded calmly, indicating that she understood. She bent down to pick up the overturned footrest, said "please wait a moment, sir" and then turned around and walked out of the big tent.

Mengchang Jun stared, confused, until she quickly returned, holding a bowl of soup that was as white and thick as milk in a jade bowl. The special fragrance of the overbearing Chinese medicine and fish was directly in people's mouths.

Li Panjin.

Chen Baiqi smiled slightly and said kindly: "I forgot just now. I just asked someone to take it and repack it first. Now that the medicinal food has returned to its original owner, the Lord should not go back on his word again."

Mengchangjun was speechless for a moment.

"...are you kidding me?"

"How can this be called joking? This is called reciprocity." She smiled like a clay figurine without a temper.

On the one hand, Mengchangjun felt humiliated by her teasing, but on the other hand, he felt happy because she didn't give away the fish soup. The two conflicted. He didn't know what kind of expression to put on, so he could only say expressionlessly: "That's it. Chen Rui, I am.

You are so generous, I will not argue with you, just bring the soup."

Chen Baiqi looked at him twice and asked, "What about your promise to me?"

"Feed me." He looked at her deeply, swept his broad sleeves, and sat in a more comfortable position. He turned his face and his eyes seemed to have hooks: "I will take you there."

Chen Baiqi didn't move: "Isn't there only one condition?"

"Which one do you think is more convenient for you, me or that idiot?" He asked her unhurriedly, not afraid of her rejection, as long as she was really determined to hold the bonfire party.

Chen Baiqi remained silent.

There is no need to ask. Utusen is just a young general who is sent to serve the guests. Even if he participates in the bonfire meeting, he will be placed in a peripheral position. But he is different. The heavyweight guests will be properly arranged in Beirong.

Next to the king, if she wanted to stop Ju Tuxing's assassination, this would undoubtedly be the position with the clearest and closest view.

Finally, Chen Baiqi smiled and compromised unnecessarily.

It's a small thing that can't even be called humiliating.

She politely said "I'm sorry" and then sat down on the couch, using the tableware she brought, a set of five-inch sheep's fetus jade bowls made of jade, and a jade spoon carved from the same material.

People who engage in catering should be more refined when it comes to eating if they have the conditions.

Like a dutiful maid, she fed her mouth after mouth with her eyebrows downcast. During this period, Meng Changjun rarely cooperated and did not say a word. Apart from the interaction of feeding, they were silent. But this kind of breakthrough is common between men and women.

The intimate behavior also brought an ambiguous atmosphere invisibly, but one person's eyes were too clear, and the other's eyes were too deep, as if they were both wandering in their own world, stuck in their own ways and unwilling to take a step forward.

Mengchangjun's Adam's apple rolled. After the salty aroma of the taste buds and the thick and soft texture of the crucian carp passed away, the remaining Chinese medicine returned sweetness and made him taste a bitter taste.

You once said that Chen Rong is the best match, and you are not suitable for me. But if you can stabilize your family with literature, and with your country, you are what a man dreams of in his life.

It's a pity... I can only catch you for a short period of time. You fly too fast and too high. Your world is the entire vast sky. Even if I stretch out my hands and feet to catch you, I will miss you.

My heart is empty, and I can only look up at your retreating figure.

When he got emotional, his eyes couldn't help but feel sour and swollen. He didn't want her to pry out the clues. He lowered his eyes and curled his bright red lips, unable to tell whether he was in a good or bad mood.

"After so many years, you have never asked me why you didn't attend the wedding on the day of your wedding?"

He suddenly asked a question that Chen Baiqi didn't expect.

Chen Baiqi scooped up a spoonful and put it to his mouth: "There's nothing to ask. If you like it, go. If you don't, then don't go."

"You don't blame me?"

"That day..." Chen Baiqi paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to word his words, and then continued: "A lot of things happened later. It would have been better if you didn't come. Is there anything to blame?"

This was said sincerely, but Lord Mengchang didn't think so.

"But you will only get married once in your life. If you miss it, it will be a lifetime loss." He said with a dry throat.

He didn't explain why he didn't go, he just wanted to know if she had any grudges about the matter.

Chen Baiqi looked very calm when he heard this, and smiled casually: "That is also my life, not your life. If you miss it, just miss it. It's not that serious."

Mengchangjun's mind went blank for a moment.

Her words kept repeating in his mind, her life had nothing to do with him.

Chen Baiqi didn't notice anything strange about him. After saying that, when he was about to continue feeding, Meng Changjun pushed her hand away suddenly with such sudden force that half of Chen Baiqi's eighth-full spoonful was splashed out.

"That's enough, you go out first."

He didn't look at her. The tendons on his side of his neck were thick and green, as if he was exerting force and contracting his muscles.

Chen Baiqi was stunned and looked at him, wondering what happened to him suddenly.

But Mr. Mengchang can't stand any teasing from her now. Even an ordinary casual look will make him feel defeated and angry.

His mandible was stretched at a right angle, and he said in a deep voice unable to control his temper.

"go out!"

No matter how exquisite Chen Baiqi was, she couldn't understand his uncertainty at the moment. Seeing that he really wanted to be alone, she put down the bowl calmly, stood up calmly, raised her hands, and saluted him: "Here."

, then your Majesty will have a good rest."

The figure that always disturbed him disappeared in the big tent. Meng Changjun fell down on the couch as if he had lost all his strength. His hair was as long as a waterfall and his hair was messy.

, he laughed lowly, almost sarcastically, and finally curled up into a ball on the mattress. The low laughter that spread from his chest to his throat sounded like frightening cicadas when he was close, but it was breathtaking when he was far away.

Silent weeping like a broken soul.

It really is her, even her heartless look is exactly the same.

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At dusk, a vast green grassland was laid out. The flames of a large bonfire of more than a dozen people reflected the dark blue sky. Almost all the mountain people in Beirong came to participate in this grand ceremony. The scene of huge crowds of people, they walked through

They put on the best clothes, dressed up from head to toe, and performed the most simple songs and dances by the fire. There was no specially built stage and no music composed by special people, but these did not hinder their high spirits and performed in the campfire.

The dancing figure is like a beautiful silhouette, making people feel the beauty and greatness of life.

Unlike the Central Plains, Beirong pays great attention to the boundaries between superiority and inferiority. It is normal for them to have fun with the people. King Beirong also changed into bright clothes to participate. He is still young. If he hadn't inherited his father's legacy, he would be at the bonfire by now.

One of the young people dancing beside him. Traditionally, young people are happy to show their charm to the tribe.

Affected by the enthusiasm and cheerfulness of these people, Mengchang Jun, who had been gloomy all day, was not so "non-smoking". He also drank with the Beirong King in the excitement and learned to sing their Beirong folk songs. It didn't matter if he didn't understand the words, the tone was the same.

It doesn’t matter if you’re not accurate, it’s fun to follow along word for word.

Beirong's Kuhe wine tasted slightly bitter, a little sour, and not pure enough. But Meng Changjun brought new wine from Qin this time, which was used in the bonfire meeting. After tasting the strong and mellow taste, King Beirong was very impressed.

He is a bit more enthusiastic, and they can also be very hospitable, especially guests who are generous and can give out gifts that suit their mood.

It is better to have fun alone than to have fun together. Today is the celebration of the spring hunt, and the best and strongest wine is poured out without hesitation.

In the bonfire, they will hold grand sacrificial activities, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, to fire, to ancestors, to drive away evil, and to pray for the prosperity of livestock and a good harvest. After completing the sacrificial activities, everyone is no longer restrained, and men and women mix together and drink to their heart's content.

, sing, dance, and have fun.

Chen Baiqi followed Mengchang Jun. She was also invited to drink by some Beirong people who had just met and were enthusiastic. It was difficult to refuse the hospitality, so she also drank some. She knew that her drinking capacity was average and was afraid of delaying the funeral, so she used her internal strength to deliberately stoke the drunkenness.

, showing a weak and drunk attitude with red face and ears. They also knew that she was usually weak-tempered, so they didn't force her when they saw this, but she hid for a while.

With sparkling eyes, she saw Ju after holding hands and circling the laughing crowd at the bonfire. He and his entourage also came to participate, but they seemed to be out of tune with everyone, standing on the edge. The fire was as orange as paint.

His face and body were dyed red, and his single pair of light-colored dull pupils were like dead fish with a membrane attached, but no light could penetrate at all.

When will he take action?

She secretly thought about the opportunity.

The moon was at its peak, and King Beirong was toasted in various ways that night. He drank a lot of wine. In addition, the alcohol content sent by Lord Mengchang this year was not low. In the end, he couldn't hold back the drunkenness and could no longer stay here.

After watching the singing and dancing at the bonfire party, he was helped back to the big tent by his entourage.

Chen Baiqi had planned to keep King Beirong out of her sight tonight, so she glanced at Mengchang Jun who was chatting and drinking with the Beirong general beside him. She told Mr. Mengchang's warriors to protect the Lord and left.
Chapter completed!