The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

In the courtyard where Shang Xi lived, Yuhua was drunk and collapsed on the bed, her face flushed, and she kept mumbling some incoherent drunken words.

From the warm afternoon to the setting sun and the darkening sky, Yuhua was sleeping soundly and had no intention of waking up.

Shang Xi went back and forth to her room to visit her many times, and just when she was about to ask for a doctor, Yuhua opened her eyes in confusion, and it took a long time before she seemed to come back to her senses.

"You, finally woke up! You don't have a strong alcohol tolerance, so why did you drink so much? It would be fine to have a couple of drinks to liven up the mood, but do you have to get yourself drunk like this?" Shang Xi scolded while quickly handing the glass of water in her hand to Yuhua.

Yuhua took the cup and gulped down the water, like someone who had been thirsty for a long time. Because she drank too eagerly, even her breathing became rapid. When she finally put down the cup, she was already panting and out of breath.

"Oh... I didn't want to... I was just afraid that I would say something wrong... so I could only drink continuously... uh... by the way, how did I get back? I have no memory of it at all! Did I not make a fool of myself?" Yuhua rubbed his temple, trying hard to recall what happened before, but his mind was blank.

Hearing Yuhua's question, Shang Xi couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. She thought to herself: "Fortunately, you drank too much and passed out, otherwise if you had seen the dense and countless snakes attracted by the gallbladder, you would probably be scared to death on the spot!" Even now, I still feel scared when I think of those terrible scenes! However, Shang Xi naturally wouldn't say these words. She just smiled and comforted Yuhua: "You fell asleep after you got drunk. I and others helped you back. Don't worry, you didn't make a fool of yourself."

After leaving Yuhua's room, Shang Xi walked back to her room with light steps. At this moment, Cheng Feng was sitting quietly at the table, casually looking through the drawings Shang Xi had drawn for his uncle. Seeing Shang Xi coming back, he asked, "How is Yuhua?"

Shang Xi sat down opposite Cheng Feng and replied softly, "He's awake now. He's fine. He just drank too much."

Shang Xi had no intention of saying more to Cheng Feng. She picked up the brush placed aside and prepared to continue drawing the unfinished drawing.

Seeing this, Cheng Feng quickly persuaded him, "You are tired today, so you should rest early. It won't be too late to continue drawing the blueprint tomorrow."

However, Shang Xi shook her head and responded softly: "No matter sooner or later, this drawing must be finished. Besides, it's quiet at night and no one will disturb me, so I can finish the drawing faster."

Cheng Feng couldn't help but frown and asked, "Didn't we hire hundreds of painters and craftsmen? Do you have to draw this blueprint?"

Shang Xi said: "Everyone is busy drawing! Then we can learn from each other and draw on each other's strengths to see which drawing is the best. We will use that one when the time comes. The most urgent task now is to build this palace! My uncle is the King of Shuiyong now, and it's a bit shabby for him to live here!"

Cheng Feng shook his head and sighed, "Now is a time of war. Even if you finish drawing all the drawings, I'm afraid my uncle won't have the time to check them."

Shang Xi had a lot of grievances in her heart. Who would be willing to participate in building the palace? If they did a good job, it would be fine, but if they did not, they would lose their heads. Fortunately, this emperor was Wan Lianxing, so she was not worried about losing her head, but she was exhausted.

Shang Xi said: "My uncle never looked at it, and his mind was never on building the palace. But the old butler saw that he attached great importance to this matter and urged him to do it. And the final decision on which drawing to use was entirely made by the old butler."

Seeing that Shang Xi had already started writing, Cheng Feng began to grind ink for her diligently. While grinding the ink, he asked tentatively: "Are you confused by what Han Nianxia said?"

Shang Xi didn't even raise his head, his eyes were fixed on his drawings, and then he pretended to be generous and said: "Huh, I'm not the kind of person who just listens to other people's words casually. Do I have to start to think wildly just because someone says something casually?"

Hearing Shang Xi say this, Cheng Feng's heart, which had been hanging for a day, finally settled down a little. He quickly smiled and said: "I know that you are open-minded and generous, and you must believe in me."

However, Shang Xi just raised his eyelids lightly, glanced at Cheng Feng, and responded calmly:

Shang Xi raised her eyelids and said, "Whether you are open-minded or not, whether you are generous or not, these have nothing to do with whether I trust you or not! I trust you because I think you are trustworthy, not because of how tolerant and generous I am."

Cheng Feng nodded quickly and agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, my wife is right. You are very knowledgeable! Well... it's getting late now, let's rest early, and you shouldn't draw this picture anymore." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and wanted to gently take away the drawing that Shang Xi was staring at.

Unexpectedly, Shang Xi held down the drawing, glared at Cheng Feng, and said unhappily: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep. If I am sleepy, I will go to sleep naturally." After that, she ignored Cheng Feng and continued to work hard on her drawing.

It went on like this until very late, and Shang Xi never even gave Cheng Feng a smile.

The next morning, before dawn, Shang Xi and Cheng Feng were still sleeping when they heard hurried footsteps. Then their door was pushed open from the outside without any warning, and Madam Wan came in in a panic.

After Shang Xi heard the sound, she hurriedly turned over from the bed with Cheng Feng. Cheng Feng looked sleepy and weak, mumbling, "Mom, why don't you drink a cup of tea outside for a while, so that we have time to get dressed." Cheng Feng really regretted not locking the door last night.

Mrs. Wan stood aside and responded anxiously, "Just put on your clothes quickly. I have something urgent to do."

Cheng Feng asked as he put on his clothes, "Mom, what's the hurry? Why are you in such a hurry? Shang Xi was drawing blueprints for my uncle until midnight last night, and it's only 3 p.m. now! What's the matter that's making you so anxious that you can't wait until dawn?"

At this time, Shang Xi had already sat up straight, hurriedly put on a piece of clothing, and asked with concern: "Mom, is there something serious?"

Madam Wan quickly replied, "It's Nianxia."