Chapter 227 Rainy Night, Smell of Wine

Zhao Yuanjing said: "Uncle Huang can't stay in the army forever."

"That's really what I plan to do." Zhao Shu took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "I have been in the army for more than ten years, and I have long been used to it. Grinding and intrigue are not for me."

Zhao Yuanjing said: "I believe that there must be many women who are willing to marry the emperor's uncle."

"It's a pity that I don't want to marry, haha!" Zhao Shu smiled brightly, "Come on, don't drink tea. I haven't seen you for a long time. Let me have a drink with the emperor. Tomorrow, bring your son and show me. I'll take a look. bone."

Zhao Yuanjing said: "Uncle Huang, I really can't do it today. I'll drink with you another day. I won't get drunk forever."

"This is strange, why not today?"

"Because... I promised someone else."

"Who?" Zhao Shu was even more curious now.

He had watched this kid grow up, so he had a fairly good understanding of his temperament.

How can he listen to others about drinking?

Zhao Yuanjing smiled, but said calmly, "It's Yun Dai."

"Who is Yun Dai?"

"It's my side concubine, Yan'er's mother."

"Tsk!" Zhao Shu clicked his tongue in amazement, "You boy, are you so interested in a woman? One side concubine, how dare you control whether you drink or not."

Zhao Yuanjing explained for Yun Dai: "She doesn't care about me, it's because I don't want her to worry."

Zhao Shu approached him: "Could it be that you have fallen in love with this woman?"

Zhao Yuanjing's ears were inexplicably burning, but when he thought about this question, he didn't feel disgusted in his heart, and was even vaguely happy.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Shu knew that the prince's nephew had been killed.

I don't know what's so special about that woman.

The two uncles and nephews had dinner, Zhao Yuanjing rode back to the palace refreshed and refreshed without even taking a drop of wine.

He went to see Yan'er as usual.

Yan'er went to bed early, so he logically went to Yundai's room.

After taking a bath, Yun Dai was wearing soft single clothes, leaning on the slanted couch next to the bed, reading a book, tea and snacks at hand.

It was already raining lightly outside the window.

The cool wind is blowing, and the raindrops are dripping on the tiles, making the house quiet, warm and comfortable.

Hearing Yuzhu's voice, she turned her head and saw Zhao Yuanjing walking in, so she put down the book.

"It's warm here." Zhao Yuanjing's hair and shoulders were already wet from the rain.

The fair and handsome face was also covered with raindrops.

Yun Dai took the towel and handed it over.

Zhao Yuanjing stood still.

Yun Dai pursed her lips, raised her hand, and wiped his face.

He is so tall, and when he raised his face, it only reached his chin.

There was a fresh smell of autumn rain coming from him, and there was also a faint smell of wine.

"I didn't drink it, it's Little Huangshu who drank too much. It also smelled of alcohol on me." His soft and magnetic voice came to his ears.

Yun Dai paused her hand, and said, "I know."

He asked in her ear: "Just now, what book did you read?"

Yun Dai lowered her eyes, and replied: "The collection of poems...I want to read it to Yan'er every day."

"Why don't you read it to me first?"