The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

Yan Renqing looked at Mu Tingxue steadily.

She wears a red fox fur coat, slightly revealing her shiny shoulders, and has a slender jade neck. Her hair is combed in a fluffy and sloping bun with clouds, emerald phoenix hairpins, and green silk like a waterfall. Her green eyebrows are as dark as black, and her lips are red and her teeth are white. She is so beautiful and beautiful that it is difficult to look away.

He has only given away lanterns once in his life.

During the Lantern Festival last year, I won the title of the Lantern King and gave it to her personally.

From the moment they first met, she saved Master Xunyin who raised her, and his heartstrings had already fluctuated, but... how could the humble young master of Xiaoxiang Shuiyun Pavilion treat the incomparably noble eldest princess? Realistic ideas.

He could only secretly look up at her in the dark.

Obviously he is also a member of the Yan family, and he and she are also cousins.

If the old lady of the Yan family hadn't driven his mother out, and if Yan Xi hadn't been so romantic and affectionate and recognized him at the age of three, could he have been like Yan Yang and Yan Nanye, who could often go to the palace to play with the eldest princess when they were young? Son, catch fireflies and skylarks for her.

Yan Yang is seven or eight years older than the eldest princess.

Obviously he and the eldest princess are the closest in age, so it is easier for them to play together, childhood sweethearts!

Yan Mingyue can be the eldest princess's companion, and so can he... They study together, and when the princess does her homework wrong, he takes the punishment for her.

However, all this is just the dream of a humble young man in a brothel.

When he woke up from the dream and opened his eyes, he still had to go drink with an old lady over fifty years old, still had to be whipped by the master of the pavilion, and was made all kinds of unreasonable demands by disgusting and unknown guests.

And when he was finally recognized by the Yan family and had an official position, she and Yan Yang had been granted marriage by the Queen Mother.

Time flies, every step is missed and every step is wrong.

"Get in the car."

Mu Tingxue's voice interrupted Yan Renqing's somewhat dazed thoughts.

"Ah."

Yan Renqing felt sour in his heart and nodded.

The crimson official robe was already a little dirty, and a pair of white boots were stained with mud, rotten flesh and blood, exuding a strange smell. Looking at the magnificent carriage, his steps hesitated.

Mu Tingxue urged him: "It's getting late, come up quickly, I have warm milk tea here."

Yan Renqing stared at his shoes: "Thank you for taking care of me, Your Highness, but... I won't bother you anymore. Renqing can go back on his own."

His miserable childhood, humble background, and tragic upbringing made him more sensitive, with stronger self-esteem, and with a tougher and more tolerant character than ordinary people.

Seeing that he was stubborn and stubborn, Mu Tingxue said helplessly: "You're not going to walk back by yourself, are you? It's so far away from my uncle's house. You have to walk for at least three or four hours. It's already late at night when you get home. Why don't you take my car? I’m giving you a ride, there happens to be some spare clean clothes in the car, please change into them.”

The eldest princess’s preferred vehicle for traveling is a super luxurious RV.

There are two compartments in the carriage, and all the necessary items are available, including books, food, tea, clothes, desks, gums, and incense burners. There are not only her own clothes, but also those of her two cute babies and their dad.

Yan Renqing was dragged into the carriage by Mu Tingxue.

The purple robe and jade belt fell into his arms.

"This set is brand new. You are about the same height as Yangyang, with slightly narrower shoulders. You can wear it."

Mu Tingxue pointed to the cubicle.

Yan Renqing's hands were already frozen, but red charcoal was burning in the carriage, and the soft and thick purple clothes were held on his arms, which made him feel unusually warm.

His eyes looked very red from crying.

Like blood filling the pupils.

His eyes inadvertently fell on the pear wood table. There was an exquisite wooden box, one foot and three inches long, wrapped with gold and silver threads, and engraved with the pattern of parallel lotuses. Yan Renqing immediately recognized it. It was specially used to hold Geng Tie. box!

There is a pair of new red shoes beside the box, which are the size of my cousin Yan Yang.

The stitching is a bit messy, the embroidery work is a bit immature, and threads can even be seen. Could it be... that the eldest princess, whose fingers are not touched by the spring water, made the red pewter with her own hands?

Yan Renqing's big hands under his clothes slowly tightened, and his long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly.

What right did he have to be envious?

Just a dishonorable illegitimate child.

But... the dark beast imprisoned deep in my heart growled and roared.

"Your Highness, I have a lot of trouble walking." He still said something presumptuous, "I wonder if I could borrow a pair of shoes?"

Mu Tingxue was stunned and saw that the boots on Renqing's feet were soaked in mud and blood.

shoe?

It’s broken. The man in the carriage only has one pair of shoes.

She subconsciously wanted to refuse. This pair of red jackets was sewn stitch by stitch, as a return gift to Yan Yang.

"Tomorrow, I will clean the clothes and shoes and return them to the eldest princess' mansion in person." Yan Renqing's watery and rose-colored phoenix eyes were full of pleading.

Eyes facing each other.

Mu Tingxue recalled the scene of him lying on the bones in a mass grave, suppressing tears and paying homage to his mother. The words of rejection came to his lips, but he couldn't say them out.

That’s all, just a pair of shoes. Tomorrow I will make a better pair and give them to Yangyang.

The stitching and embroidery work on this pair are relatively rough and not very good.

"Go change your clothes and shoes."

"Renqing Wuzhuang, thank you very much, cousin."

Yan Renqing was like a child who had stolen a treasure, with suppressed ecstasy in her heart. Taking her red jacket, purple robe and jade belt, she hurriedly went to the next door to change clothes.

The new shoes fit surprisingly well.

He took two steps and felt indescribably comfortable.

These shoes were simply made for his feet. As soon as he thought that it was made by the person he liked, stitch by stitch, a strong warmth spread from his feet to his whole body, making his blood boil and his heart sweet.

A quarter of an hour later.

Zhenbei Military Camp.

"Renqing, when did you return to Yundu?"

Qin Xiaohouye smiled and came over very lively. He put his long arms around Yan Renqing's shoulders like a good friend, "I miss you so much. Let's go have a drink when you have time? We lost last time." I’ll give it to you, this time I’ll make you drink it and make you lie down!”

The men in the army love wine.

And Yan Renqing's drinking capacity is very good, and he can be said to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. This is attributed to his more than ten years of training in Xiaoxiang Shuiyun Pavilion.

Qin Zhaoyi was originally a social worker, and they were relatives. They had been in the Zhenbei Army before and had a good relationship. Belonging is a friendship that comes from drinking.

"I just came back. On the one hand, I am attending the wedding of Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess, and on the other hand, I am returning to Beijing to report on my work."

Yan Renqing smiled back and did not mention the matter of sacrificing his mother.

"Since you left and went to Woyejiang to be that salt transport envoy, I haven't been able to find a rival in the army. How about leaving one of my brothers? I just got a jar of top-quality strong-flavor liquor from my uncle Cui's family."

"No big brother, no big brother, no brother, that's your cousin!"

Yan Yang walked out of the commander's camp, glared at his nephew, and scolded him.

Qin Zhaoyi made a face.

Afraid of being beaten by his uncle, he dragged Yan Renqing away and ran away faster than a rabbit.

In the camp of Lord Qin Xiaohou, there were several generals surrounding Yan Renqing. You had a cup and I had a cup, making fists and drinking wine.

Renqing smiled and mingled with them skillfully.

No one knew that although he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, he actually hated drinking, especially drinking one cup after another.

When he was in a brothel, from the age of ten, he was forced to hone his drinking capacity. One pot after another, the Turtle Guild held his head, opened his mouth, and violently drank it until he vomited and cried. If you drink, you will be beaten and you will starve to death.