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Chi Yue and Zong Sheng still ate noodles at the end of the night, but Zong Sheng cooked two other side dishes, including wine and meat, Chi Yue was no longer picky, and the food was very comfortable.

But Chi Yue drank so violently that Zong Sheng was taken aback.

They were all born in poverty, and it was a luxury to have enough food in the past.

They were young ten years ago, how could they have imagined that there would be a day when they would taste all kinds of wine and meat.

"okay."

Zong Sheng snatched the wine jar from Chi Yue's hand, only to realize that it was empty again.

At first, he still used wine jugs and cups, but after a few drinks, Chi Yue changed the bowls and drank with the wine jar in his arms.

Chi Yue smiled and raised his head and drank the wine bowl in one gulp without leaving a single drop. He raised his hand and threw the wine bowl into Zong Sheng's arms: "Whatever to grab, I'll give it to you."

"What are you...drinking so much for?"

"Don't worry, His Highness won't come back tonight, it doesn't matter if we drink."

Chi Yue stood up and looked for wine again, but was quickly pulled back by Zong Sheng.

"Okay, enough."

Chi Yue pushed Zong Sheng away and shook his head leisurely: "I have worked hard in Dali Temple for several days, so I should reward myself."

"enough.

you're drunk. "

Chi Yue grabbed Zong Sheng's skirt, so strong that he almost staggered Zong Sheng: "Zong Sheng! Not enough! You and I haven't seen each other for ten years, shouldn't we have a drink to celebrate?!"

"Okay, okay, should be, this is not already drunk."

Zong Sheng faintly felt that Chi Yue was not in a good mood today. Although he was smiling all the time, he was always making trouble for no reason, especially after drinking, he was drinking like crazy.

"Zong Sheng!" Chi Yue couldn't even stand still, so he threw himself into Zong Sheng's arms, grabbing his lapel and refusing to let go, his vicious look suddenly became extremely wronged, "Do you hate me? Do you still hate me? You don't want to celebrate at all, don't you want to see me at all.

what……"

"..." Zong Sheng was pressed against the wall by Chi Yue, and couldn't help sighing, "I don't hate anymore."

"Zong Sheng, I lied to you and broke your leg, how could I not hate you?"

Chi Yue pressed his forehead against Zong Sheng's chest and bumped against him again and again. The force was not very strong, but it still hurt a little.

Zong Sheng pressed Chi Yue's head, wondering if it would be better to knock him out?

"Oh!" Chi Yue pushed Zong Sheng away violently, and lay down on the corridor to vomit.

Zong Sheng sighed deeply, poured a glass of water for Chi Yue and sent it over, picked him up, and poured him half a glass of water: "Rinse your mouth."

Chi Yue was obedient this time, he didn't spray the tea on Zong Sheng's face, and fell dizzy into Zong Sheng's arms after vomiting.

Zong Sheng carried the man back into the house. Chi Yue was still talking in a daze. Zong Sheng listened carefully for a while, but couldn't hear clearly, so he got up to clean up the mess.

Chi Yue opened his eyes, watching the figures swaying on the screen, disappearing for a while, and appearing suddenly again, like a dream, but Zong Sheng never appeared in his dream.

During the year in Duhu Mansion, Chi Yue lived in nightmares day and night, and would return to Wudu Mansion in his dreams almost every day. Dungeons, corridors, school yards, bedrooms, courtyards, and confinement rooms were filled with The smell of blood, he went back and forth to search the Wudu Mansion in his dream, but he still couldn't find Zong Sheng, nor could he see the light.

"...Zong Sheng."

Chi Yue sat up slowly, looked at the light and shadow reflected on the screen and murmured, "It hurts..."

Zong Sheng came back with a basin of hot water, and wanted to wipe Chi Yue's face, but saw Chi Yue sitting there, his whole body seemed to be awake, or stupid, motionless.

"Chi Yue?"

Chi Yue slowly raised his head and looked at him, with tears on his face, frowning, and crying out for pain in a low voice.

"It hurts? The wound is cracked?" Zong Sheng thought it was a cracked whip, "I'll give you the medicine again."

Chi Yue sat blankly, watching Zong Sheng remove his clothes and check his wounds.

Chi Yue's medicine was something from the palace, and his injury was not serious, and the wound healed within two days. Zong Sheng took a closer look, and although there were one or two cracks, it was not serious, and it would not make Chi Yue unbearable I kept shouting for pain, so painful that I couldn't help crying.

Chi Yue drank too much wine, his body and face were burning red.

His body has been washed several times with a special medicinal soup, and it is a flawless white jade, but now it is like the clouds at sunset, so rich and dreamlike.

"Where does it hurt? Here?" Zong Sheng gently rubbed Chi Yue's wound with his fingertips. It was a little itchy, but not painful.

Chi Yue stared at Zong Sheng in a daze, but said nothing.

"What's the matter?" Chi Yue's crazy and stupid looks made Zong Sheng feel that he was more elusive than usual.

"...For so many years, every time I feel pain, I will think of you, and want you to apply medicine to treat my wounds, just like when I was a child, I won't be in so much pain... But Zong Sheng, you are not here, and I don't even want to Appeared in my dream... I miss you so much, miss you so much, why? Just hate me so much?"

Chi Yue's voice was very soft, as if he was hiding great resentment, and also as if he was begging plaintively. He cried even harder as he spoke, like a child who had lost a sugar cookie, but Chi Yue was so young. Shi never cried, Zong Sheng had never seen him cry, and Chi Yue had never been the only one who beat others to tears.

Zong Sheng panicked, how about treating him like a child?

"...Don't cry, tell me where it hurts, and I'll rub it for you?"

Chi Yue grabbed Zong Sheng's hand and pressed it to his heart: "Here."

Chi Yue's body was very hot, and Zong Sheng was burned the moment he touched it. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Chi Yue firmly pressed it back, and his palm was completely attached to his chest.

The tongue of fire licked Zong Sheng, jumped from the palm of his hand to his body, burned all the way to the top of his head, and instantly burned his mind to ashes.

Zong Sheng stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms, coaxing him softly: "I'm here, I'm here, it doesn't hurt anymore."

How did Chi Yue get here all these years?Zong Sheng suddenly didn't dare to guess.

Chi Yue rested his pillow on Zong Sheng's shoulder, with a smile in his lowered eyes.

Fortunately, Zong Sheng was not deceived by others first because of his soft-tempered temperament.

For ten years, Chi Yue always misses Zong Sheng but never thinks about finding Zong Sheng. He is afraid that he is no longer what he was when he was a child, and that he will also change, becoming indifferent, disgusting, cowardly and humble... ...Maybe God is finally willing to give Chi Yue a little mercy, bring a trace of Zong Sheng who has not changed to him, and give it back to him.

***

It was almost two o'clock when the banquet in Huaxi Bieyuan was over. Tang Ling drank some wine, not much, but felt very tired. Treat Tang Ling with the same respect as Huang Zexian.

Huang Zexian was a counselor of the Privy Council, a subordinate of Marquis Xun An, and he had watched Tang Ling grow up, so he was naturally close.

However, most of the envoys were peacemakers, who quarreled with the military every day in the court hall, blaming Marquis Xun'an and the military for all the internal affairs of the past few years, opposing and fearing them at the same time.

Tang Ling was sent to Chen Guo as a hostage. On the one hand, these people were very happy, as if Chen Guo had slapped Xun Anhou in the face for them, but on the other hand, they were afraid that if Xun Anhou and Chen Guo reached something ulterior For transactions, Marquis Xun An will use external forces to conspire against him.

In this way, their thoughts towards Tang Ling became quite complicated.

If you drink too much, you will inevitably be crazy about drinking, or pretending to be crazy by drinking, and want to say a few unpleasant words to stab Tang Ling, especially Tang Ling and Qi Xiao are getting very close recently.

It's not troublesome to deal with these, it's just tiring.

Tang Ling pushed open the door of the room, and saw Qi Xiao teasing the little white snake in the room at a glance, the haze on his face immediately dissipated, and he smiled.

"Are you back?" Finally it was Qi Xiao's turn to ask this question.

Tang Ling nodded, turned around and closed the door, and was hugged by Qi Xiao the next moment: "Waiting is really a grueling chore."

Tang Ling turned around and embraced Qi Xiao: "Waiting for a long time? There should be a private banquet at Dali Temple tonight. I thought you wouldn't come back so early."

"Didn't you tell me to go early and return early in the morning?"

"Then..."

Qi Xiao kissed Tang Ling, and ate the second half of his sentence. Tang Ling smelled of alcohol, and the smell made people intoxicated. But tenderly entangled.

"...Haha..." Tang Ling's breathing became more and more rapid, and she felt that she was about to suffocate, but she held Qi Xiao even tighter.

Qi Xiao hadn't eaten at night, and was already very hungry. Tang Ling was pretty and delicious, and it was just right for him to eat.

Tang Ling felt that she was really drunk and dizzy from being kissed by Qi Xiao. He was like a boat floating on the Taihua River. The wind and waves were too high and violent. He was smashed and sank to the bottom of the river, but he was not afraid. He even felt the incomparable excitement and enjoyed the indescribable joy in the wind and waves.

When the wind and waves subsided and the river was calm, the heavy night slowly covered and turned into a sweet dream.

Qi Xiao looked at the person in his arms, and gently brushed the tear stains at the corners of Tang Ling's eyes with his fingers, hiding some distress in his satisfaction. Was he too reckless?I can't restrain myself when I'm so hungry, it's really... a beast...

There was no movement in the house, so Ye Huai dared to put Qing Lan into the courtyard.

Qing Lan glared at Ye Huai fiercely, gnashing her teeth in anger. He had been beating his chest and feet at the gate of the courtyard for an hour, and not only could he not dissipate his anger, but it was getting hotter and hotter.

Ye Huai couldn't help but said: "You must remember what you said, young master."

"I know! I just want to beat that bastard to death, and I have to beat him!"

"...I'm afraid you'll poison him to death."

Qing Lan gritted her teeth: "If he dares to treat Young Master badly, I will not let him go!"

Ye Huai sighed and shook his head.

Qing Lan took a deep breath, and gently knocked on Tang Ling's door: "My lord, the bath water is ready."

It was Qi Xiao who came out to answer the door, holding the sleeping Tang Ling in his arms: "Thank you."

Qing Lan didn't see it, he was about to cry again, so he had to turn around to lead Qi Xiao.

When Tang Ling woke up, she was still soaking in the tub, being hugged by Qi Xiao: "Huh?"

"Sleep a little longer."

The water temperature was slightly hot, and Qi Xiao's body was even hotter. It was warm and comfortable. Tang Ling hummed and let Qi Xiao play with her while she was half asleep and half awake.

Qi Xiao sighed, he couldn't bear it anymore.

What Bai Xiqiao said was right, he was really crazy.