Tell me, who is the child?

Yiyi is not yet one year old, but many hobbies and habits have emerged: she likes flowers and plants, likes to dress up, likes to be surrounded by many people, and likes to take a bath.It's not enough to have servants or nurses to take the bath, Han Mengliu must be there, so that she will be obedient and not be splashed so that the water splashes everywhere.But also because of Han Mengliu's presence, she would be very happy and excited, and act coquettishly from time to time.

For example, let Han Mengliu sprinkle the bathtub with flower petals, and pour water on her body with the petals.Then, she would stick the water-soaked petals of various colors to Han Mengliu's palms, arms, and cheeks one by one.Whichever piece fell off, she would stick to it persistently.After all the stickers were pasted, I puffed my cheeks and blew them off one by one, happily watching the petals fall into the bathtub and float with the hot water.Having played enough like this, she was content to let Han Mengliu dry her fragrant little body, put on her clothes, and then let Han Mengliu put her to sleep.

Normally, at times like this, Xia Zhao would always sit aside and watch happily with a smiling face.If Yiyi's petals are not sticking smoothly and has a small temper, he will hold Yiyi's little hand and work hard with her, and Yiyi will also generously give him two or three petals when blowing the petals.Xia Zhao also imitated Yiyi's appearance, blowing exaggeratedly on Han Mengliu's hands or face, and occasionally gave Han Mengliu a sweet smile pretending to be helpless.

When Song Yi kept approaching to take off his clothes, Han Mengliu's mind first flashed such a picture.

He pushed Song Yi away calmly and firmly, bent down to pick up his clothes and put them on calmly and firmly, and said in a gentle but relentless tone: "Can the so-called broken front be replaced by a night of drunkenness?"

Song Yi stared at him obsessively, his expression changed from loss to disappointment, then he smiled wryly, picked up the wine jug on the table, raised his head and drank a few swigs, raised his sleeve and wiped his lips, and said mockingly: "I lost."

Han Mengliu snatched the wine jar from his hand and also raised his head to drink.The eyes covered by the wine jar were full of endless hesitation.

When he received Song Yi's letter, he was unexpectedly surprised, but also secretly happy: finally there was a chance for him to live back to his previous life, a life that he would not feel afraid or question.As for whether right or wrong should be right or wrong, he doesn't want to talk about it.But why can't it be done just by physical touch?The moment he pushed Song Yi away, was it because of... what?

Strong wine is like drinking water, Han Mengliu put down the empty altar, his eyes were distracted, listening to the sound of wind and rain outside the window, he thought: It must be because he doesn't want to embrace his pure daughter with his body that has been touched by others, it must be like this.

Song Yi brought two more jars of wine, "Jianghu and Chaotang, from now on, you and I will be on our own."

"Boss Song really wants to have nothing to do with me?" Han Mengliu asked with a smile.

"I originally wanted to do this." Song Yi was taken aback, muttered to himself with straight eyes, then looked at the beautiful face in the shadow of the lamp, and smiled helplessly, "But if I really did this, it would be quite hypocritical."

Han Mengliu felt relieved, carried the wine jar to a corner of the room and sat on the floor against the wall, "Boss Song is my friend, as long as I live, it will not change."

Song Yi staggered to Han Mengliu's side, sat on the ground as well, touched Han Mengliu's with his wine jar, "I wish you a long life."

"Thank you." Han Mengliu responded with a touch.

Song Yi's drinking capacity was worse than Han Mengliu's, and just after the third watch, he couldn't stand it anymore when several jars of wine were empty.Han Mengliu put him on the bed, listened to the intermittent drunken talk, and continued to pour himself a drink.With a slight smile on his face, his vision became more and more blurred, and the sound of wind and rain in his ears became more and more intense.

Amidst the sound of the wind and rain, he seemed to hear a slight cough. It was... Xia Zhao's cough in the garden before he left.Pressing the center of his brows, he shook his head vigorously, if he couldn't get rid of it, he had to drink again and let himself be really drunk.

For many years, it was quite a luxury for him to completely let go of his arms and get drunk.

When he opened his eyes again, he was folded and moved to the bed, and the neatly dressed Song Yi stood beside him, with breakfast on the table.

It was bright outside the window, and the wind and rain remained.

Han Mengliu sat up with her forehead pressed, "I don't drink as much as before. I don't know when I got drunk."

Song Yi said: "I think I drank less."

"Probably so." Han Mengliu got out of bed with all her clothes on, "In the future, I'll still have to find Boss Song when I practice drinking."

"Now there is an elegant meeting, I wonder if His Royal Highness would dare to go?" Song Yi said with a smile.

Han Mengliu sat at the table and waved his hands helplessly, "Don't make fun of me, chief escort Song, what kind of meeting is it, let me hear it?"

Song Yi poured tea and handed it over, "One month later, the Liuxian Town branch of Ruxiang Pavilion will open. On the first day, there will be a flower dotting conference. The girls and boys in the pavilion will show their talents. We will invite well-known people in the world and the business world to judge and judge for them. Determine your worth. You are also invited, and you are one of the judges."

Han Mengliu took a sip of tea, "It's novel and interesting to let the guests set the price."

"If you were in the past, you wouldn't be left behind in such a thing, but now your status is different." Song Yi sighed deliberately.

Han Mengliu thought that it would be impossible to go there as a prince and side concubine openly, but if he concealed his identity, no one would know.Furthermore, if Li Yi and Jun Feng were discussing the opening of the Xiang Pavilion, it would be nice to go and meet with them for a while.What's more, Liuxian Town has been well-known in the past few years, and it is also close to the capital, but he has never been there, which is regrettable.

With such a summation, Han Mengliu agreed first, thinking that if there was an accident, he would lick his face and say sorry to Song Yi.

After breakfast, Han Mengliu bid farewell, borrowed the rain gear and carriage from Song Yiyuan, ordered the coachman to stop at another street archway some distance from the Prince's Mansion, got off and walked.

The autumn rain was urgent and heavy, and there were fewer vendors and pedestrians on the street than usual.Han Mengliu stepped on the water, his boots and clothes were wet, and he gradually felt lonely.

When he came to the gate of the mansion, Chief Internal Affairs Manager Liu stood and looked around with a worried expression on his face. When he saw Han Mengliu, he immediately trotted over and saluted in a hurry, "His Royal Highness is back, something has happened."

Han Mengliu's heart skipped a beat, before he could control his expression under the umbrella, he took a step forward, "What happened?"

"Hey." Manager Liu bowed his waist and quickly led Han Mengliu into the mansion. "Last night, His Royal Highness was in a bad mood and drank alone. At last, he got confused and started throwing things. He unintentionally overturned the candlestick and walked out of the water."

Han Mengliu was shocked, his whole heart shook in his chest, his legs trembled slightly as he was walking fast, "Are there any casualties?"

"The fire is not big, and the people below are quick to move. They only burned some of the utensils in His Highness' bedroom, but," Mr. Liu peeked at Han Mengliu's expression, "His Highness got burnt on his arm. The doctor in the mansion treated it. It's not serious, but His Royal Highness is His Royal Highness after all..."

Han Mengliu understood the implication.

For a dignified prince, even being scalded by a small flame can be a big deal, not to mention that the cause of this matter is that he went out for a private meeting.The emperor or the queen is more serious, the servants are not good at serving, his morals are not good, and Xia Zhao's behavior is out of control, it is not impossible to lose a few heads.

However, how could he make others lose their heads because of him alone?

Han Mengliu stopped and held onto the pillar that was being washed by the rain, "Where is His Royal Highness now?"

Mr. Liu said: "The crown prince was drunk, choked on cigarettes, and his hands are still wounded. Although he has been treated, he has not yet woken up. Now he is being placed in the bedroom of His Highness the side concubine. In the early morning, the old slave has sent someone to ask for leave from the grand tutor. , saying that the prince is unwell, but I don’t know how long we can hide it.”

"This matter cannot be concealed." Han Mengliu sighed, "Rather than being explained by the emperor and the empress, it is better to admit the mistake first. Your Highness is still awake, and I am afraid that you need to call the imperial physician from the palace."

"Her Highness Side Concubine said that it's just that this old servant is in a panic, let alone being the master. I was at the gate of the mansion just now, and I was worried that the Emperor or Queen would come over if they found out. It's okay, it's okay, Your Highness Side Concubine will wait first."

Han Mengliu looked at the seemingly modest boss in front of him, he was indeed an old Jianghu who had served nobles for many years, and all his seemingly humble words implied that he should take on this responsibility.

That's it.

"Xuan the Imperial Physician." Han Mengliu said, "Make sure His Highness wakes up as soon as possible, and then you wait to see His Highness rest in the mansion, and you are not allowed to go anywhere. Prepare the sedan chair, and I will enter the palace immediately after changing clothes."

"Then...does Your Highness Side Concubine go to visit His Highness the Crown Prince first?"

Han Mengliu froze for a moment, looked across the corridor, and lost his mind in the direction of his bedroom.The wind blew in a piece of rain, his whole body was cold, but his mind was clear, "Time is running out, I will go to the palace first. Send the court clothes to Changsi Hall, and I will change there."

Turning around and striding away, Manager Liu bowed deeply to his back, "I obey."

The author has something to say: This chapter is relatively short, so I will continue to add more updates tonight, and everyone will read it after 9 pm~~