Jianghu are all masters

197.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was slightly taken aback, a little embarrassed.

Lu Zhaoming leaned so close to him, as if every eyelash was clearly visible, his brows were as sharp as a blade, and he looked at him slightly, but his cheeks were slightly red, and he pressed against Zhang Xiaoyuan's palm, exhaling from his mouth and nose. The heat made Zhang Xiaoyuan's palms itch.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was a little panicked, he wanted to take back his hand, but Lu Zhaoming held it so tightly that he couldn't move at all.

He remembered that his father was so unreasonable when he was drunk, and his mother would never reason with him at this time.

Drunk people can only try to coax, so Zhang Xiaoyuan took a deep breath, pretending to be wronged and said to Lu Zhaoming: "Brother, you scratched me."

Lu Zhaoming actually paused for a moment, let go of Zhang Xiaoyuan's hand, but couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "But I'm so hot."

Can you not be hot when you are drunk?

Zhang Xiaoyuan couldn't help complaining in his heart that senior brother, a three-year-old boy, couldn't drink as much as a three-year-old, but he still wanted to coax him.

Zhang Xiaoyuan coughed lightly, and said: "Brother, I have someone fetch water, and after taking a shower and changing clothes, it won't be hot anymore."

Lu Zhaoming: "..."

Lu Zhaoming frowned slightly, apparently not believing it.

Zhang Xiaoyuan had no choice but to say again: "You smell so heavily of alcohol, it really smells bad."

Only then did Lu Zhaoming reluctantly nodded and said, "...Okay."

Zhang Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He went outside the door to ask the servants of She's mansion to bring the hot water over quickly. Standing by the door, he couldn't help but start thinking wildly. Just now, the senior brother said that he doesn't like practicing swords, and muttered so many things he didn't know. I was really curious, and felt that now was a good time for him to talk, so I couldn't help but turned around and went back to Lu Zhaoming's side, and asked curiously: "Eldest brother, don't you like practicing swords?"

Feeling drunk, Lu Zhaoming seemed a little drowsy, propped his head on one hand, and murmured to him, "Xijian... If I don't practice swords, how can I protect myself..."

He didn't answer the question, Zhang Xiaoyuan moved the chair closer, and asked: "Eldest brother, will master really scold you?"

In Zhang Xiaoyuan's impression, Wang Henian was already a poor man who was aggrieved and worried about his apprentice growing up every day. He couldn't imagine what Wang Henian would look like if he lost his temper, let alone scolding and punishing him. They are all reluctant.

Lu Zhaoming didn't answer directly either, but just said: "Strict teachers produce high-level apprentices..."

After he finished speaking, he slightly raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xiaoyuan, and whispered, "I have a headache."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that the senior brother's drunken appearance was completely different from his usual appearance, even... a bit cute.

Zhang Xiaoyuan coughed, and said: "Brother, take a rest early after taking a bath, and the pain won't hurt when you wake up!"

I don't know if the big brother still remembers these things after he wakes up, but if he does... Zhang Xiaoyuan is really looking forward to Lu Zhaoming's reaction at that time.

The servants of She's family brought hot water and packed away the tubs and other things, so Zhang Xiaoyuan asked Lu Zhaoming to take a bath first, and change the clothes that were soaked in alcohol.

Now Lu Zhaoming is completely Zhang Xiaoyuan doing whatever he says, he walked silently behind the screen to take off his clothes and take a bath, Zhang Xiaoyuan feared that he would do something strange again, so he just waited outside, and sure enough, within a moment, he could hear Lu Zhaoming called him softly.

"Xiao Yuan." Lu Zhaoming whispered, "My clothes..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan blinked, and suddenly remembered that when Lu Zhaoming went behind the screen just now, he didn't bring clean clothes.

Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't think much about it, he rummaged through the box to find Lu Zhaoming's clothes, and personally sent them behind the screen, without even raising his eyes, thinking in his heart that although everyone is a senior and a man, it would be too much to take a few more glances Embarrassed, he just put his clothes on the chair behind the screen and turned to leave.

He never expected that Lu Zhaoming would grab his arm suddenly.

He was dragged backward by Lu Zhaoming, and he couldn't stand upright. He didn't realize what happened for a while.

until he fell into the water.

The splashing water almost choked into his mouth and nose, he could only close his eyes and hold his breath, his mind went blank, his hands subconsciously stretched out to stabilize his body, one hand barely grasped the edge of the tub, and the other touched Lu Zhaoming .

Zhang Xiaoyuan froze.

He suddenly realized what the situation was now. He was dragged into the bathtub by Lu Zhaoming who was taking a bath, and the bathtub was not too big. If he guessed correctly...he might be leaning against Lu Zhaoming's arms right now. middle.

He couldn't help shrinking towards the edge of the bathtub, barely wiped off the water on his face, and slowly opened his eyes, seeing Lu Zhaoming looking at him.

Lu Zhaoming usually wears his hair in a high crown, but now his long hair is loose, stained with moisture, and hangs close to his collarbone and hangs by his side. He has an old wound on his shoulder, and the sword marks are cut along his collarbone, and the end is hidden in the water. From then on, there seemed to be a layer of tulle between the two of them, and his usually indifferent face seemed to soften a lot. He stretched out his hand to Zhang Xiaoyuan, and his tone was still drunk, and he murmured in a low voice: "You also have something on your body." Alcoholic..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "I..."

He was speechless, and could not utter a word.

Just now, in order to coax the senior brother, he said that he doesn't like the smell of alcohol, so he asked the senior brother to take a bath, but he forgot that Lu Zhaoming was holding him all the way back. He was already the same as Lu Zhaoming, with a dizzy Strong smell of alcohol.

Zhang Xiaoyuan said for a while: "I... I will wash myself when I go back."

He stood up, his clothes had absorbed so much water, and they were falling heavily. He supported the edge of the tub with both hands, and was about to step out of the tub, but he didn't want his wet clothes to be slippery, and the outside was full of water. Stepping over the edge with one leg, he nearly slipped with one step.

This time Lu Zhaoming was right behind him, even though he was drunk, his reaction was still quick, he almost saw Zhang Xiaoyuan's figure shake, he hastily supported Zhang Xiaoyuan's hand, and then subconsciously hugged him in his arms , a little panicked, said in his mouth: "...be careful!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan leaned in his arms, raised his head back, and met his eyes.

Both of them paused for a moment, even though Lu Zhaoming was confused because of drunkenness, he clearly sensed that something was wrong.

too close.

No one was wearing a thread, and in such a situation, he put his arms around Zhang Xiaoyuan, which was obviously too close.

Lu Zhaoming let go of his hand, Zhang Xiaoyuan's face was burning for no reason, he could only cough, and said in embarrassment: "This water... the water is too hot!"

After he finished speaking, he stepped out of the tub in a hurry, dragged his soaked clothes, and ran out of the room without saying a word.

Lu Zhaoming stared blankly at his hands, and then at the clean clothes on the chair—after all the tossing, those clothes had already been soaked through by the splashed water.

He felt very strange, he didn't know if he drank too much wine, or something else, so he could only lean back into the tub again, silent for a while, then raised his hand to cover his head.

...he seemed to have a headache even more.

……

Zhang Xiaoyuan ran out of the house in a hurry, and was startled by the servants of She's mansion who were waiting outside for orders.

A few maidservants were waiting in the corridor, and when they saw him jumping out the door drenched all over, they stared at him with big almond-shaped eyes, and handwriting appeared one after another on their heads.

"So much water... what's going on inside?"

"Oh!"

"Mandarin duck bath!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan blushed all of a sudden, and subconsciously blurted out an explanation: "Don't think too much..."

The maidservant sister blinked and smiled at him.

Ding.

"I didn't think much about it. It's not that Master Zhong Ming has never played before. We all understand."

"It's nice to be young."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Without further ado, Zhang Xiaoyuan turned his head and went back to the room, and decided to ask his uncle to replace these maidservants and sisters here tomorrow.

So embarrassing.

His mind was in a mess, he had completely lost his attention, and he didn't even know how to face the elder brother when he woke up tomorrow.

The early autumn in the capital was already a bit bleak, he changed out of his soaked clothes with a shiver, feeling complicated, thinking that his father would not remember what happened last night the next day after drinking... He really hoped that the elder brother could do the same, at least he could avoid it. It saved the embarrassment of the two meeting tomorrow.

198.

Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaoyuan woke up.

He didn't sleep well last night, so he got up in a hurry in the morning, wanting to go out to see if the elder brother was up. He remembered that his father always felt very uncomfortable when he was hangovered. He knew some ways to relieve the hangover. door, but retracted his hand again.

He was a little embarrassed.

When seeing the elder brother, what should he say?

Zhang Xiaoyuan was silent for a moment, then pushed open the door.

Outside his door was the veranda, and Lu Zhaoming was sitting on the porch with his back facing him and holding his sword, his waist line was straight, motionless, the pigeon that had lost a lot of weight was squatting on his shoulder, cooing and looking at him, Zhang Xiaoyuan was so frightened that he retracted all his strided feet, greeted Lu Zhaoming in a low voice, and said, "Eldest brother... Good morning."

Lu Zhaoming tilted his head and nodded slightly, and said, "Uncle Master, let someone come over and summon you, telling you and me to go there together."

Regardless of his tone or demeanor, he had returned to the usual, so Zhang Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Uncle Master, what's the matter?"

Lu Zhaoming replied, "It's your business."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was very excited for a moment, the business came!Here comes the money!He happily jumped out the door, grabbed Lu Zhaoming's arm as before, and said, "Where is the uncle!"

Lu Zhaoming was slightly taken aback: "He is... is..."

He couldn't help but shift his gaze to Zhang Xiaoyuan's hand, and Zhang Xiaoyuan followed his gaze, silent for a moment, understanding that senior brother should still remember what he looked like after drinking.

Zhang Xiaoyuan let go of his hand silently, and heard Lu Zhaoming sigh lightly, and said to him: "It seems to be related to something in the palace, I will take you there first."

Zhang Xiaoyuan agreed in a low voice, followed in Lu Zhaoming's footsteps, and said, "Brother, yesterday..."

Lu Zhaoming: "It's my fault."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Lu Zhaoming said: "My wine taste is too bad."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "It's okay..."

Lu Zhaoming: "I'm sorry."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was a little speechless.

In fact, nothing happened yesterday, but he fell into the water. Lu Zhaoming did nothing wrong. He rubbed his chin. The two of them had already walked to the adjacent courtyard. Zhang Xiaoyuan was about to answer and said it was nothing to do , but saw a few very familiar figures in the courtyard at a glance.

Qi Chaoyun in plain clothes, Pu Yangjing in official uniform and sword, and Zhao Chengyang sitting in the pavilion feeding fish.

Standing beside Zhao Chengyang were She Shuci and the helpless She Shuyi. The atmosphere was obviously a bit oppressive and dull. For a while, no one spoke.

Zhang Xiaoyuan stopped in his tracks.

No, why are the three of them here!