Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

"Today, His Royal Highness Cheng Wang kindly invites you to drink a cup, Mr. Feng."

"Being able to meet all of you adults here, Master Feng should have a drink."

"The lake is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are pleasant, such a beautiful scene, Master Feng won't you have a drink?"

……

Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng, Feng Ruiming, who has no official position, looked at Xie Zhao in front of him without changing his face and drank another glass of wine. He looked over with a smile and could only grit his teeth and drink this glass of wine again.

"Master Feng is a good drinker."

Feng Ruiming is embarrassed to admit that he has no official position, so other people will naturally not talk too much. Xie Zhao just pretended that he didn't know about it, and said "Master Feng" in a light and soft tone, but the words he said directly poked Feng Ruiming's heart The ruthless knife.

Xie Zhao summoned Hong Yue who was next to him, with raised eyebrows, he said kindly, "Come on, fill another glass for Master Feng."

He turned his head and looked at Feng Ruiming's neck was red from drinking, and he couldn't even stand upright. The smile in his eyes deepened: "Of course, in order to show respect to Mr. Feng, fill up my wine glass too."

Hong Yue looked hesitantly at King Cheng, who was seated above, and she was relieved only after receiving a nod of affirmation from the other party, and stepped forward to fill Xie Zhao and Feng Ruiming's wine glasses.

Feng Ruiming has always been aggressive, but Xie Zhao is gentle and polite. When Hong Yue poured wine, he couldn't help being selfish, so he poured less wine for Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao sensed her kindness and gave her a grateful smile.

When facing Feng Ruiming again, he picked up the wine glass again, smiled politely and said, "Master Feng is really a talent among men, it is really lucky for Xie Zhao to be able to meet you here today!"

He raised his eyebrows, and said the words that made Feng Ruiming almost collapse: "Master Feng, shall we have another drink?"

Feng Ruiming had already drank several jugs of wine, and now his face was red and his neck was thick, and his stomach was full of wine.

When Xie Zhao persuaded him to drink at first, Feng Ruiming didn't take it seriously, thinking that he didn't play tricks on Xie Zhao, but Xie Zhao bumped into him. If he didn't drink Xie Zhao down, how could he be worthy of his training in Fengyue Nest all these years?

But after two or three pots of wine, Feng Ruiming's consciousness was a little unclear, but Xie Zhao's cheeks were only slightly red, his eyes were still clear, and his steps were steady.

——Where did this Xie Zhao practice his drinking capacity?

Feng Ruiming finally regretted it, but it was too late to regret it now, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.This Xie Zhao was very talented, he kept talking, and the wine glass was brought in front of him, and he couldn't even ask him not to drink.

Feeling drunk, Feng Ruiming's stomach swelled and felt uncomfortable, and there was something strange in his throat.

Afraid of making a fool of himself in public, he took a deep breath, put down his wine glass, took a deep breath, and forced a smile: "Thank you sir, I won't drink any more today, we... shall we drink some other day?"

"Which day will it be? How about drinking it today."

Xie Zhao handed over the wine, and the glass was not far from Feng Ruiming's lips.Just like what Feng Ruiming did to Fu Ling before a stick of incense, Xie Zhao looked straight at Feng Ruiming, the corners of his lips were raised, but his eyes were not.

He asked softly: "Don't you want to drink? Is this not giving me Xie Zhao face?"

Do not care

Feng Ruiming gritted his teeth, unable to maintain his smile anymore, he looked at Xie Zhao angrily, and wanted to ask: What is the relationship between you and this Fu Ling, that you want to fight me for him?

He also wanted to say: Have you forgotten who my father is?How much does the concubine dote on me?Now sitting on top is the second son of the current sage, my own cousin, His Highness Cheng Wang!

You're just an orphan without father and mother, how dare you—how dare you

Feng Ruiming turned his head and looked at Cheng Wang expectantly, hoping that Cheng Wang could take a good breath for him.

Some hopes arose in his heart: Although King Cheng had always been lukewarm with him, he was somehow related to him. Xie Zhao teased him like this, and he slapped King Cheng in the face. King Cheng was always self-confident and arrogant, why? Will Xie Zhao be allowed to do such a thing?

The more Feng Ruiming thought about it, the more excited he became, but Cheng Wang's deeds completely chilled his heart.

I saw that King Cheng's gaze was completely on Xie Zhao, and there was undisguised appreciation and interest in that gaze.

Seeing Feng Ruiming looking towards him, King Cheng glanced at him and snorted: "Master Xie kindly invited you to drink, why don't you drink?"

Feng Ruiming stood there in disbelief as if struck by lightning.

Xie Zhao was also a little surprised that King Cheng didn't vent his anger on Feng Ruiming's behalf.

But that's also a good thing.

Xie Zhao held the wine glass in his hand and looked at Feng Ruiming with a smile: "Master Feng, do you want me to feed you in person?"

Being so humiliated, Feng Ruiming finally couldn't help being filled with grief and indignation.

He looked at Xie Zhao, stretched out his finger "you, you, you" for a long time, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say, but he felt something in his throat seemed to roll out

The porcelain white wine glass hit the ground and shattered.

Before Xie Zhao could react, he suddenly felt a pair of hands around his waist, pulling him heavily to the side.He couldn't react in time, staggered, and soon fell into the arms of a person, hitting the person's chest.

The tip of the nose is filled with the smell of medicine.

He recognized the smell.

"vomit--"

Feng Ruiming vomited while holding on to the table.

Xie Zhao was stunned, and realized that if Fu Ling hadn't pulled him aside, Feng Ruiming would have vomited on him, embarrassing him together.

He withdrew from Fu Ling's arms with clear eyes and a smile on his face: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Fu Ling lowered his hand from his waist and placed it by his side.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said softly, "...it's just a matter of time."

Feng Ruiming was still vomiting, and an unspeakable smell spread in the water pavilion.King Cheng gave him a disgusted look, knowing that today's banquet could not go on, so he could only announce that today's banquet was over.

After letting the servants help the other guests go out, King Cheng looked at Xie Zhao, and said considerately: "Master Xie also drank a lot of wine today, will you feel unwell if you go back in the carriage?"

He suggested: "Master Xie, why don't you rest at this king's place for a night?"

"Don't bother the prince to care."

Xie Zhao looked at Fu Ling: "I and His Highness the Third Prince's houses are very close to each other. I think His Highness the Third Prince will take good care of me along the way." He nudged Fu Ling lightly with his elbow and asked, "Do you think so?" No, Your Highness?"

Fu Ling felt that he was getting too close, so he moved to the side.

But when he raised his head to meet Shang Chengwang's gaze, he still pursed his lips in response: "...Yes."

Xie Zhao just followed Fu Ling out of the water pavilion.

Outside, Bingwen was talking happily with Qi Lan who was full of anger, dancing and making gestures non-stop.Seeing Xie Zhao come out, his eyes lit up and he ran over: "My lord, let's go back—"

When he got closer, he smelled alcohol all over Xie Zhao.

Bingwen supported Xie Zhao with one hand, pinched his nose with the other, frowned and complained: "Why are you drinking again—the smell of alcohol is so strong—"

again?

Facing Fu Ling's gaze, Xie Zhao smiled dryly and said, "You Bingwen, what nonsense you are talking..."

Unconvinced, Bingwen wanted to say something, but was glared at by Xie Zhao, so he could only shrink his neck, choking the rest of the words into his stomach aggrieved.

The coachman had already been waiting outside the door, Bingwen urged Xie Zhao: "Young master, get on the carriage quickly, you hurry back to take a shower and go to sleep."

Xie Zhao also wanted to take a quick shower to get rid of the smell of alcohol.

But just as he was about to get into the carriage, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

He pondered on the spot for a long time, the more he pondered, the worse he felt in his heart.

Why did he come to this banquet today?Isn't it just to let the third prince play a few more songs for him?Today, I drank wine and offended people, but the third prince didn't say anything?

At this moment after the banquet ended, Xie Zhao finally remembered his original intention of coming to this banquet.

At that moment, he stopped getting into the carriage, and turned around to get into Fu Ling's carriage with Bingwen's stunned expression on his face. His movements were so quick and agile that he didn't look like someone who had drunk a few pots of wine, and even Bingwen couldn't stop him.

Qi Lan's voice quickly rang out: "Master Xie, what are you doing here!"

Bingwen came to his senses and hurried to Fu Ling's carriage, raised the curtain, and shouted at Xie Zhao inside: "My lord, you got into the wrong carriage! This is not our carriage, but the carriage of His Highness the Third Prince!"

He thought anxiously, why can't he even recognize his own carriage?Could it be that he was really drunk?

But when did his young master get drunk?

Bingwen couldn't figure it out: Is the alcohol in the capital so strong?

Xie Zhao seemed to be drunk, a blush appeared on his white face like porcelain jade, and his eyes were a little unclear. At this moment, his eyes were half closed, and he tightly held Fu Ling's sleeve: "I... Your Highness said that he would send me back. , you can't keep your word..."

Qi Lang was so anxious to break his hand away, but found that the drunk Master Xie was so strong that he couldn't let go of Xie Zhao's hand even with all his strength.

Fu Ling sighed.

He helplessly rubbed his brows, and said softly: "Qi Lan, don't be unreasonable to Mr. Xie."

Turning around, he said to Bingwen again: "You take the coachman back first, I will deliver Mr. Xie personally."

Fu Ling looked reliable, Bingwen glanced at Xie Zhao who had closed his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and sincerely thanked: "Thank you Your Highness for taking care of my son, then the coachman and I will go first."

Saying that, he closed the curtain of the carriage, and ran back to his carriage, urging the coachman to take him back quickly.

Xie Zhao still had his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep, but his hand was still tightly clutching Fu Ling's sleeve.

Fu Ling looked at his trembling eyelashes a few times, amused in his heart, and said to Qi Lan, "Thank you, go and sit outside for a while."

This is what it means to let him go.

Although Qi Lan was not reconciled, he still obediently went out to sit with the coachman.His ears were pricked up, and he was ready to enter as soon as he heard something wrong, so as not to let Mr. Xie have the opportunity to bully His Highness.

There were only two people left in the car at the moment.

Fu Ling looked down at Xie Zhao who was leaning on him, and asked softly, "I wonder if Mr. Xie has anything else to teach you?" Seeing that Xie Zhao was still pretending to be asleep, he laughed, "I know Mr. Xie is not drunk."

He said all this, Xie Zhao could only open his eyes, and muttered: "I'm drunk, after all, I told His Highness that I can't drink well."

Fu Ling thought, he could drink Feng Ruiming to such an unconscious state, and this person still said he couldn't drink well?

He didn't argue with Xie Zhao, he just said: "Thank you Sir for your generous help today."

"You mean the drinking with Feng Ruiming?"

Xie Zhao said with a smile: "I regard Your Highness as a confidant, so I am naturally good to His Highness. If anyone wants to bully His Highness, I, Xie Zhao, will be the first to disagree."

Fu Ling was silent for a while: "Best friend?"

He asked Xie Zhao, "What kind of bosom friend?"

Xie Zhao raised his eyebrows: "His Highness plays the piano to me, and I will be the kind of confidant who treats His Highness well."

There was a smile in Fu Ling's eyes: "I play the piano for Master Xie, how can Master Xie treat me well?"

Xie Zhao met his eyes, and said solemnly: "As long as Xie Zhao is still here, from now on, no matter whether it is Feng Ruiming or anyone else, they will not be able to bully His Highness."

Fu Ling was amused.

He nodded and said with a smile: "Then I will be Mr. Xie's confidant."