Quickly wear: My little husband is pampered and arrogant

After hearing the servant's answer, the general couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile. He touched his stubble-covered chin and became increasingly curious about Shang Xu. "Have you ever entered her residence?"

The servant shook his head and said, "Never."

The general asked him: "Do you think she wants me to invite her in person?"

The servant felt that this question was a bit difficult to answer. He actually did not understand what the general was obsessed with. He invited the person several times, but the other party did not agree. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was too involved with the general.

But the general is very stubborn and insists on recruiting talents. He refuses to give up at all. He just suffers them, who are running errands every day...

The servant said cautiously: "It may be as the general thought. General, would you like to go to Miss Shang's house in person?"

The general narrowed his eyes, "General Rongben, think about it first..." As a general who has been in charge of the three armies for an unknown period of time, to be honest, he really can't let go of his face and invite a painter.

Thinking of her superb painting skills, the general clicked his tongue. No one knew that before he entered the official career, he was particularly obsessed with painting. However, when he entered the officialdom, he had to put his hobby aside for the time being. .

……

"Miss! Miss!" Zhiluo rushed to the study in a hurry, "You have to meet the general this time! He actually came to the house to invite you in person!"

Hearing her anxious voice, Shang Xu, who was leaning on the soft couch with his eyes closed and sleeping lightly, slowly opened his plain eyes, "Why are you panicking?"

Zhi Luo: "..."

How could she not panic? !

The other party is not an outsider, but a well-known, powerful and famous general!

She was so panicked! ! !

She didn't understand why the young lady refused the general's invitation, and she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

How distressing!

Seeing Shang Xu getting up, Zhiluo said quickly: "Are you going to see him?"

Shang Xu nodded and said casually: "Go and dispel his thoughts."

"..."

Zhi Luo endured it, but finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked: "Miss, the general has sent people to invite you over and over again. Why on earth did you refuse?"

Shang Xu glanced at her and said, "Don't ask more questions than you should."

Zhiluo let out an aggrieved oh, and was very obedient. She didn't ask any more questions, and followed Shang Xu quietly. Not long after, they arrived at the front hall where the guests were waiting.

Although the general did not know Shang Xu, his first glance fell directly on her. He looked at her calmly, as if he wanted to know what kind of person the painter who had always rejected him was.

He chuckled and said, "Miss Shang is really something I will never forget."

Shang Xu directly opened the skylight and said frankly, "I know the purpose of the general's visit. It's just that the old disease in his hand has recurred and it won't get better in three to five years. Therefore, the invitation to the general can only be given up."

Zhiluo: "..." Is the lady talking serious nonsense? !

General: "..." Does he look stupid and easy to deceive? !

The general was so angry that he puffed his beard and stared, "Miss Shang, are you trying to trick me? What kind of old disease takes three to five years to heal?!"

"I didn't hear that you had an old illness when I came here. I guess you are just talking nonsense about this old illness!"

Shang Xu smiled lightly: "I never lie. It's up to you, General, to believe it or not."

……

Five years passed unknowingly, and the young Qinghe finally grew up, and his appearance became more and more outstanding, so much so that when he walked down the street, he would receive some admiring glances from time to time.

For example, right now, a red-faced girl blocked his way, wringing her handkerchief tightly, and said shyly: "Master, I wonder if you are married? If you don't mind, I am willing to hold hands with you and grow old together." , I...hey! Young Master! Don’t leave!”

Qinghe heard too many words like this. From the beginning, he would treat them politely, but after the number of times, he gradually became irritable.

The more he thought about it, the bigger his steps became, throwing the girl who was trying to run to catch up far away. When the familiar restaurant appeared in front of him, he walked in slowly.

The sharp-eyed waiter caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye and immediately greeted him with a smile, "Sir, are you going to be the same as before today?"

Qinghe nodded, then threw a piece of silver to him, "I didn't understand yesterday's plot. You can ask the storyteller to tell it again later." After saying that, he threw another piece of silver at him, "Just think of this. Repeat rewards.”

"I listen to you, Master." The waiter's eyes were shining brightly, and the expression on his face became more and more flattering. He held the silver tightly in his hand, for fear that it would disappear in the blink of an eye.

He followed Qing He and asked happily: "What do you want to eat today? Is it the same as usual?"

Qing He hummed flatly, not knowing what he was thinking of. He looked sideways at the waiter and said, "Add an extra jar of wine." He paused and continued to add: "The strongest one, preferably one that can make people drunk and unconscious." That kind of thing.”

The waiter in the shop asked doubtfully: "Sir, why do you want to drink? I remember that you have always refused to drink in the past. Could it be that you encountered something unhappy and wanted to get drunk to relieve your worries?"

If so...

Isn't this an opportunity for him to make money! The waiter was extremely excited at the moment. It was rare for him to see Mr. Qinghe sad! ! !

If he said more kind words to comfort him, and judging from the generous appearance of the other party, he might just throw him a few coins! ! !

Qing He frowned slightly when he saw this. He didn't quite understand what he was thinking about to be so excited, but he couldn't care less. He just looked back indifferently and said, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

Hearing this, the waiter's heart was broken because he wanted to make money, and his face was extremely sad. It turned out that he was overthinking it.

Although he is curious, he must try his best to stick to his duties as a waiter and never ask more questions about the customers!

Putting away his broken heart, the waiter regained his smile and began to introduce various kinds of wine to Qinghe, almost telling him the brewing method.

Qinghe opened the door in front of him, "Listen to what you said, let's have a jar of each flavor of wine. Remember, it must be able to ensure that people can drink it to the point of unconsciousness. If it is even close, I will ask you. Understandable?"

The waiter patted his chest confidently, "Young master, you can rest assured, our Xiangmanlou wine is famous for its quality, and there will never be any mistakes."

Qinghe waved his hand to signal him to leave, and he walked to the table by the window and sat down.

The location he is currently on is the third floor of Xiangman Building. Looking from above through the window, he can still clearly hear the voice of the storyteller in the center of the first floor.

Not long after, the waiter walked up to the storyteller and leaned over to whisper a few words. He suddenly beamed with joy, and then the rhythmic voice of the storyteller began to sound unhurriedly.

The most indispensable thing in a restaurant is customers. Someone found that what he said was repeated from the previous time, and asked him with an unhappy face, "Why is your content the same as before?"

The storyteller smiled politely: "I do things with money. If any of you can reward me with some money, I can not only repeat what I said yesterday, I can even repeat what I said half a year ago."

The man sneered: "I'm going to reward you with money? Are you probably daydreaming? We came to the restaurant to eat and drink, and it's just that we heard repeated content. You actually want to reward me?!"

The storyteller didn't answer his words, and the man's face turned livid. When he wanted to scold him angrily, he was stopped by his companion next to him, "Forget it, it's not a big deal. Just repeat it. Just treat it as if we are listening to it again."

The storyteller glanced at them, and the sarcasm flashed in his eyes. These days, the person who gives money is the uncle. He is not a charity person. Does he really think he is a fool if he has money but does not make money?

After laughing in his heart, he continued to speak in an orderly manner: "With a bang, the wine was thrown to the ground by the prince. With a flushed face, he walked towards the woman in black, suddenly reached out and grabbed her chin, and bent down He whispered in her ear: You drugged me in the wine?! You really want me to want you?"

"Why don't you answer? Maybe I guessed what you were thinking. That's a very good thing to say. I will meet your request tonight. Don't cry and beg for mercy later."

Drugged?

want you?

fulfil requirements?

Crying and begging for mercy?

Qinghe held his chin in his hand and listened to these words with great interest. Many images that he had not dared to imagine flashed through his mind.

Crying and begging for mercy...

Then if he gets his sister drunk and does something embarrassing, will she cry and beg for mercy?

Her eyes would be filled with redness as written in the storybook, and from time to time she would blink at him with wet eyes, crying and saying to him: Please, baby, please let my sister go...

Qinghe thought excitedly while unable to control the sound of his heart beating wildly. He suddenly felt that the pores on his face were radiating heat everywhere, and some of this heat seemed to smoke him, making his mouth dry.

No wonder storybooks always like to describe such blood-soaking scenes, and anyone who reads them can't help but want to do something.

Qinghe's throat rolled up and down unconsciously, and his breathing became a little rapid. He quickly drank several cups of tea to suppress the restlessness deep in his heart.

His lips and teeth slowly murmured two words: "Sister..."

Speaking of which, it was Sister Zhiluo who told him about the book. She said that what was written in the storybook was not as exciting as what was written in the storybook. She said it so vividly that it seemed to make people immerse themselves in it.

But since he listened to it, especially some of the content that makes people think too much, he now feels that he is coveting her no matter how he looks at his sister. Even in the dead of night, he often fantasizes about her doing something bad to him. thing……

Qinghe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his red lips pursed again and again. His fingers suddenly clenched the teacup tightly at some point, and the shame in his eyes was extremely obvious.

He is really so bad! ! !

His sister was so kind to him, how could he covet her? !

How can you dream about her so much? !

but……

but……

Sister should be able to allow him to have a little wishful thinking...

Then it shouldn't be a big problem if he invited her to drink. He didn't want to get her drunk to do anything, he just wanted to express his gratitude to her for taking care of him for many years.

The more Qinghe thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was very feasible. He instantly covered his hot face, and the curve of his mouth seemed to be as high as the sun in the next second.

He let out a deep breath. At this moment, he could completely imagine the scene of his sister when she was drunk. Just like in the dream, he could lean over and gently kiss her lips, her eyes, her neck...

Every time Qinghe thinks of this, his whole body can't help but tremble. He believes that his sister will not reject him! ! !

In the past five years, my sister has never refused any of his requests. It was she who pampered her into the unscrupulous way she is now. It is not his fault, but hers!

I can kiss my sister tonight! ! !

He is so excited! ! !

"Sir, the wine you requested is here."

"Sir?"

"Sir? Can you hear what I say?"

At that moment, he heard the questioning voice of the waiter outside the door. Qinghe was suddenly pulled away from his excited thoughts. He quickly calmed down his blushing expression, coughed lightly and said, "Come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door clicked and was pushed open by the waiter. Behind him were several people holding drinks.

Qinghe controlled his excitement and said in a calm voice: "These wines are the ones you mentioned? Are you sure you are right?"

"No, no, no," the waiter assured, "Young master, you have to be at ease when I do things. There is absolutely no chance of anything going wrong."

As he spoke, he quickly waved to the people behind him, "Place them all next to Mr. Qinghe, and be careful with your movements so as not to break the wine."

Qing He didn't know if he had been imagining the scene of Shang Xu being drunk. He always felt that the air was filled with the strong aroma of wine, which made him blush uncontrollably.

Jars after jars of wine were neatly placed in front of him. The waiter opened one of the jars very sensibly and subconsciously waved his hand over the wine jar. He couldn't help but move his nose and sniffed several times. He smiled and said, "Sir, what do you think? Does the aroma of this wine smell different from other wines?"

Qing He had never drank wine before, so he didn't understand the difference between wine, but when he smelled the extremely mellow aroma of wine, it did make people want to taste it.

He said: "It's really good." After that, he threw a silver coin to him, "If this wine can help me succeed, I will reward you fifty taels of silver later."

Fifty taels! ! !

Fifty taels! ! !

How long does he have to work in a restaurant to get fifty taels of silver at once!

The waiter in the shop was very excited at the moment: "Don't worry, it will definitely succeed. The intensity of this wine is the strongest among our top signatures in Xiangmanlou. Many customers will come here to taste it. One cup will make people drunk, and three cups will make people fall asleep." , so the unconsciousness you want, Master, is definitely not a problem."

At the same time, in Shang Xu's mansion.

In the study, a slender white hand was holding a pen to outline Qinghe's final appearance. After putting down the pen, she rubbed her tired temples and looked at the person in the painting with soft eyebrows. I don't know why, but she always felt a little bad. A premonition spread from the bottom of my heart.

Recently, her young husband always likes to avoid her. He goes out early and comes back late every day, for fear of bumping into her, as if she can eat people.