Save the tragic villain in progress!

The Guangping Palace has never been involved in the affairs of the court, and Yin Wenping, the king of the small county, has no other hobbies, but likes to dance, write, and make friends.Beijing and Chinese poets are all proud of receiving invitations to the banquet of the heroes.

Of course, except for Xie Jingyuan.

He is a military commander, he is not interested in that kind of nonsense, seeing a bunch of sour scholars talking there, he just wants to stab them with his sword.

Chu Xinian was very interested, but he didn't have an invitation.After the prince left, he followed Xie Jingyuan back to the room: "The general usually lives in secluded places, and now it's time to go out to get some fresh air. Besides, there are a lot of heroes feasting, and it's unknown how much news we can get out of it?"

Xie Jingyuan sneered: "If I say no, I won't go."

He wouldn't listen to what Ren Chuxinian said.

Chu Xinian nodded when he heard the words, but didn't bother: "Okay, then I'll go with the prince."

Xie Jingyuan: "..."

Xie Jingyuan really didn't understand why Chu Xinian had to go, after all, the other party didn't look like someone who liked to join in the fun.The banquet of heroes invites people like the prince, so what kind of character can it be?

But Xie Jingyuan didn't understand one thing, Chu Xinian actually loves to join in the fun.In order to obtain writing materials and satisfy his inner thirst for knowledge, he dared to go to Yan Luodian, let alone a mere Guangping County Prince's Mansion.

The night was getting dark, and the dungeon was dead silent.

Qin Shuang lay on the haystack, staring at the dark wall above, like a living dead.A day passed, and he still didn't say a word.

The person who guarded him brought a poor meal, and he threw the steamed buns along the gap of the railing, and he completed the task.Then he sat on the ground leaning against the railing, untied the gourd around his waist, and took a big gulp of wine with his head raised.

"Damn it, this is not a place for people to stay. Drinking good wine will lose one-third of the taste."

The guard shook his head and complained in a low voice about the dampness and darkness of the dungeon. He quickly drank a gourd of wine and fell asleep with his head tilted, snoring continuously.At his waist was a bunch of keys, one of which could open the prison door.

Qin Shuang gritted his teeth, moved his body with difficulty, and then slammed against the wall with all his strength, only heard a click, and put his shoulder bones back together.He was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, and he did the same thing to connect the other side of the bone, and then he staggered up from the ground.

Qin Shuang stretched out his hand from the railing, knocked the drunk guard unconscious without mercy, then unlocked the key at his waist to open the cell door, took the saber at his waist, and staggered out.

"Qin Shuang escaped?"

Xie Jingyuan raised his eyebrows when he heard Jiuyong's report, and then waved his hand to signal him to back down, seemingly not surprised by this incident at all.

Chu Xinian was lying on the couch reading a book, when he heard this, he raised his eyes with an inexplicable smile: "The general let him go?"

Xie Jingyuan felt that he was asking nonsense, and lazily raised his eyelids: "It wasn't the general who let him go, did he escape by himself?"

If it wasn't for Xie Jingyuan's deliberate actions, it would be as difficult for a half-impaired person to escape from the heavily guarded dungeon of the General's Mansion.

Chu Xinian turned over a page of the book, lay back on the couch again, and asked slowly: "The general listens to me so much, isn't he afraid that I'm a spy sent by the Jin Palace?"

"Prince Jin?" Xie Jingyuan chuckled disdainfully, pursed his lips and said, "I'm not even afraid of a dying person, but I'm afraid that the spies he sent will fail?"

King Jin led his army to Shuofang yesterday, all forces are ready to move, among which the prince is naturally indispensable.I don't know if he listened to the advice Chu Xinian gave him back then.

Of course, if they insist on killing King Jin, there is a high probability that they will not succeed.

Chu Xinian slowly turned a page of the book: "Does the general want to flatter him, or assassinate him?"

Xie Jingyuan didn't tell him: "Guess for yourself."

It's getting late, it's time to turn off the lights and go to bed.Chu Xinian remembered that he would go to the banquet with the crown prince tomorrow, and was about to blow out the candles, but before he could move, Xie Jingyuan's voice sounded in his ears: "Chu Xinian."

Chu Xinian paused when he heard the words, thinking that something was wrong with him: "Huh?"

Xie Jingyuan couldn't see his expression clearly through a layer of curtain, he propped his head up and said, "Come here."

Chu Xinian slightly pursed his lips, and closed the lampshade again: "Is there something wrong with the general?"

"..."

Xie Jingyuan was silent, and then said: "Come here, this general is cold."

Chu Xinian didn't know what Xie Jingyuan's expression was when he said this, but his voice sounded quite righteous.He picked up the wick with a thin stick, and the candle flame flickered for a moment, and two balls of warm flames appeared between the light-colored pupils.

"……it is good."

Chu Xinian didn't know what he was thinking, so he responded slowly.He blew out the candles, then walked towards the inner room in the dimming light, and slowly loosened the white outer clothes on his body.

The clothes fell quietly.

Chu Xinian went to bed and lay down under the quilt, only to find that Xie Jingyuan was still wearing clothes.She raised her eyebrows and said nothing, "Go to sleep."

In fact, Xie Jingyuan was not so confident, he always seemed to have something hanging in his heart, and when he saw Chu Xinian really came over, he let out a breath slowly.He felt the heat source beside him, thought for a moment, and then simply untied his clothes and threw them directly on the ground.

In the darkness, I don't know who hugged who first, the two bodies are tightly pressed together.One cold and one hot, so contradictory, yet so fitting.

Xie Jingyuan closed his eyes, sighed silently in his heart, thinking that the living also has the benefits of the living.If Chu Xinian had been killed back then, how could he be alive today.

He asked Chu Xinian: "Do you have to go to the Banquet of Heroes?"

Chu Xinian closed his eyes lightly, and pressed him into his arms: "Go over and have a look, there's nothing wrong with that."

Xie Jingyuan choked for a while, and his Adam's apple rolled for a long time before he uttered a sentence with an ugly face: "Don't go with the prince."

Chu Xinian thought that this made no sense, he seemed to be smiling, but he couldn't see clearly in the dark: "Then who shall I go with?"

Xie Jingyuan: "...Of course I will go with this general."

Chu Xinian said meaningfully. He leaned his head and touched Xie Jingyuan's right cheek habitually. His fingertips were warm, and his voice was low: "Then I will thank the general first."

Xie Jingyuan didn't speak. In fact, because of his repeated exceptions to Chu Xinian, he was in a faint panic.After all, uncontrollable things always make people extremely cautious.

"Sleep," Xie Jingyuan ordered, "don't talk anymore."

Chu Xinian followed his wishes and closed his eyes to rest.

The Banquet of Heroes was held in the Golden Scale Pavilion of the Guangping Palace.The guests who come and go may be high-ranking and powerful, or they may be knowledgeable about the past and the present.

If you are dressed in white, why do you need to feel sorry for yourself?

Step on the golden scales with one step, and leap over the Dragon Pavilion with half a step.

After ten years of bitter cold, I was full of economics.

Known as a hero once, become famous all over the world.

The Banquet of Heroes has been held in the Jinlin Pavilion over the years, taking the meaning of "the golden scale is not a thing in the pool, it will turn into a dragon when it encounters a storm".Poor literati with high aspirations and unrewarding ambitions seek to get promoted here, while royal nobles who are thirsty for talents look for crouching dragons and phoenixes here.The small Golden Scale Pavilion contains more than half of the talents in Beijing and China, so it can be said that it is not crowded.

But Xie Jingyuan still felt that this kind of banquet was very boring. He lazily leaned in the carriage, raised his eyelids and looked at the handsome man in white opposite him: "You know how to compose poetry?"

Chu Xinian shook his head lightly: "No."

Xie Jingyuan: "Are you good at painting and calligraphy?"

Chu Xinian still shook his head: "Not good at it."

Xie Jingyuan propped his head, and slowly stroked the cold mask on his right face with his fingertips. After thinking for a long time, he finally came to a somewhat absurd conclusion: "Are you here to watch the excitement?"

Guessed right.

Chu Xinian nodded, as a tacit consent.

Xie Jingyuan sneered: "What is there to watch?"

Chu Xinian thought that even if there was no excitement, it would be good to see the world.The Feast of Heroes is similar to a large-scale talent recruitment market in later generations. The crown prince's followers and staff are scarce, so it's okay to dig some rare talents.

In the original book, King Jin went to Shuofang to quell the rebellion, and Chu Jiaoping recruited many talents for him at the Beijing-China Heroes Banquet, which also laid a solid foundation for him to ascend the throne in the future.

Yin Wenping, the king of the small county of Guangping, is a virtuous and virtuous corporal. He personally stands at the door to welcome the guests.He saw the chariots and horses of the Marquis Mansion from afar, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately stepped down the steps, thinking that General Xie had been sick for a long time, why did he come here today.

It was Chu Xinian who got off the carriage first.He was dressed in a white robe, with a folding fan on his waist, clear eyebrows, and a worldly demeanor, which attracted a lot of attention from around.

Seeing this, Yin Wenping mistook him for Chu Jiaoping, and almost called out "Brother Jiao Ping", but later realized that it was the carriage of the general's mansion, and swallowed it back hastily.

"Is it... the second young master of Quyanghou Mansion?" Xiaojun Wang tentatively asked, suspecting that he had identified the wrong person.

Chu Xinian smiled faintly, nodded in salute: "I've seen the county king."

While speaking, Xie Jingyuan also got off the carriage.He was still wearing a cloak, and even if he was not sick, he had to pretend to be three-point sick.He covered his pale lips with a veil and coughed twice, his eyes were gloomy, but if he was stared at by these eyes, Lie Yangtian would feel a chill for no reason.

Chu Xinian subconsciously reached out to support him: "General, be careful."

Xie Jingyuan glanced at him: "No problem."

In the eyes of outsiders, it looks like a string of zithers and harpsichords.

The king of Xiaojun finally regained his composure, and welcomed them in with grace and grace: "I heard that the general has been ill for a long time, and it is really an honor for Xiaowang to come to the banquet today. Today, all the talented people in Beijing are here, and Xiaowang also has a peerless famous painting Taking a look with everyone, I have reserved a good position for the general."

Xie Jingyuan had never had any friendship with Guangping Palace, so he responded with a few words in a neutral manner.On the other hand, Chu Xinian, who seemed to be born with a good face, had a good chat with the king of the small county, which attracted everyone's attention.

Today's group of heroes banquet is really enough, not only Yan Qinghe, the master of literature, Liu Rumo, the master of Danqing, King Chang, King Ping, and Xie Jingyuan, a first-rank military lord who has not been out of the house for a long time...

Oh, and the present prince.

Just when Chu Xinian and Xie Jingyuan stepped into the gate, they heard a thin, eunuch singing from afar: "His Royal Highness is here—"

When everyone looked back, they saw a bright yellow sedan chair slowly stopping in front of the Guangping Palace.The eunuch clears the way, and the court lady holds a fan. They are full of style, but it makes people feel as arrogant as a big crab with teeth and claws.

The sedan chair curtain was lifted, and the crown prince Yin Chenghao came out from inside. The Xiaojun king quickly stepped forward to salute, and forced a smile: "It turns out that it is His Royal Highness, and I hope you will forgive me."

The prince patted him on the shoulder: "They are all my brothers, what are you afraid of? By the way, what is the appearance of today's singer, if she is not beautiful, she will destroy your signboard for the banquet of heroes."

He insisted on turning the large talent recruitment market into a meeting in a brothel.

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