school days in ancient times

Ye Mian was so startled by Zhuang Jue's "tiger and wolf words" that his head hurt, he shook his dizzy head, and rubbed his fingers twice on his forehead.

Zhuang Jue looked at him carefully, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why did you get drunk after a few glasses of wine? If so, I went back to the house to rest earlier, blowing the wind outside, and I will have a headache the next day."

Ye Mian nodded, and said: "This Qiu Lubai has a lot of stamina. If I knew how many cups would be on the top, I might as well drink directly from the flagon just now."

"I haven't had enough of it yet, such a good wine, what a pity," Ye Mian complained in a low voice.

Zhuang Jue ignored him, raised his hand to call the servant over, and ordered in a low voice: "Help your master go back to rest, so that you can take care of him. I will send someone to bring you hangover soup in a while."

Ye Mian was supported by Feng Jin and others to go back to the house. Now that it was cold today and Ye Mian was drunk, the servants did not dare to bathe him outside the house, so they swabbed him with warm water and twisted a towel.

After tossing and turning for a while, Ye Mian just climbed into bed and lay down in a daze when he heard movement at the door. He lazily raised his hand and opened the curtain to squint his eyes, but it was Zhuang Jue who came to deliver hangover soup.

"Why are you here in person?"

"Ah."

Zhuang Jue was wearing silk and white pajamas, a dark toga was loosely draped over the outside, and there was still moisture in his hair after a bath.

"Get up, drink before going to bed."

Ye Mian shook his head, "Although this wine is intoxicating, it is not abrasive. I am so good."

Dizzy, very comfortable.

Zhuang Jue didn't listen to him, and sat on the edge of the bed and helped him up, "Wine doesn't grind you, but you will grind me later."

Ye Mian pushed aside the hangover soup fed to his mouth a little impatiently.

Seeing him like this, Zhuang Jue stopped persuading him, and just snorted lightly, "Don't regret it tomorrow morning."

After speaking, he handed the hangover soup to the servants who were serving at the side, and ordered them to add a few pieces of tranquilizing incense to the incense burner, and then he also lifted his feet to the couch.

Ye Mian frowned slightly, "What are you doing here again?"

Zhuang Jue was next to him, leaning on the pillow at the head of the bed, holding a small jade and white porcelain jug in his hand.

"How many times have I said, get you drunk, and then take advantage of your danger."

Ye Mian snorted and ignored him.

Zhuang Jue looked at him and chuckled, "I usually bully you, you always pretend to be the truth, and tell you the truth, but you just listen to it as a lie."

"You don't dare." Ye Mian said firmly without opening his eyes.

Zhuang Jue nodded with satisfaction, "That's true, besides, you are the one who is drunk today, so I have to be more careful."

Ye Mian half-opened his eyes and gave him a white look, "Stop putting gold on your face."

Zhuang Jue took a sip of the wine, "Oh? I thought you had been coveting my beauty for a long time, but just now in the yard, you stared at me intently, if I hadn't interrupted you a few times, I'm afraid people would jump on you .”

Ye Mian laughed angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, what am I going to do to you, do you think you are a butterfly?"

narcissism!

Zhuang Jue raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.

Ye Mian gave a "tsk", and said nonsense, "What's the matter with looking at it? Everyone has the love of beauty. Even a big man dares to look like that, and he dare not be looked at by others?"

Zhuang Jue let out a chuckle from his throat, and then he half-lyed down, leaned on his side, resting his head on his elbows, looked at him and said softly, "Then take a good look at me now."

"Stay away from me!" Ye Mian pushed him, "Enough of watching."

Ye Mian peeked at the beauty, and was betrayed by others, and his old face was a little bit hard to get rid of, and he seemed to be angry from embarrassment.

Zhuang Jue didn't care much about being pushed away, and rubbed against Ye Mian, "Why don't you dare to look at it?"

Ye Mian opened his eyes and glared at him angrily, "Why are you salivating all of a sudden? Stay away from me!"

"Then let me see you."

After Zhuang Jue finished speaking, he really supported his head, and looked at Ye Mian's figure in the thin quilt inch by inch. His eyes were clear and not at all profane, but they were as real as they were, and Ye Mian's body, which was already hot due to drunkenness, became faintly hot.

"Why do you see me like that?"

"It looks good." Zhuang Jue said seriously.

"Then why don't you look in the mirror?" Ye Mian murmured, "If I were you, I wouldn't even marry a wife in the future, and just masturbate in front of the mirror when I get interested."

Zhuang Jue was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "You're really drunk," he reached out to touch his forehead, and raised his eyebrows, "You're so hot, you're too drunk."

Ye Mian flipped the corner of the quilt hotly.

"Are you feeling sick, do you want me to get you hangover soup?" Zhuang Jue asked him.

Ye Mian shook his head and hummed, "Don't give me that stuff, it's worse than medicine."

"Good medicine tastes bitter, and you will feel better after drinking it," Zhuang Jue coaxed tentatively.

"I'm very comfortable now, as if lying on a cloud," Ye Mian said with a smile, "Your wine is really good, we haven't finished it yet, you can be sealed, we can eat again when we go back Last time."

Zhuang Jue turned his head and chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Ye Mian frowned dissatisfied, and reached out to slap Zhuang Jue's hand holding the pot, "You drink less, and leave me two more sips, don't be so stingy."

Zhuang Jue hid his hands, and didn't care that he was drunk, and replied seriously: "This is not the wine we drank just now, don't worry."

"Ah, what is that?"

Ye Mian sniffed his nose, "It really isn't, it smells nice."

"It's Hantan Xiang, the recipe of the imperial wine room in the palace."

"Oh!" Ye Mian suddenly said, "I've heard that it's brewed from cold lake water in high mountains."

Zhuang Jue raised his head and took another sip, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Is it delicious?" Ye Mian looked at Zhuang Jue blindfolded, licked his lips, and swallowed unconsciously, "It smells really good."

"Ah."

"Either you give me a drink?"

"Everyone is drunk, what else is there to drink?"

Ye Mian suddenly became angry, frowned, and reached out to snatch the jade pot from Zhuang Jue's hand. Zhuang Jue smiled and stretched his arms to avoid it.

Ye Mian stared at him with extremely bright eyes, and said fiercely: "Give it to me!"

"want to?"

"want!"

"Call me brother."

Ye Mian thought for a while before saying, "I won't bark, and I won't bark again."

Zhuang Jue raised his eyebrows, "I'm not completely drunk."

"Will you give it to me?"

"Here," Zhuang Sui said softly, "I'll feed you."

After speaking, he lifted Ye Mian's head slightly, and fed the spout to Ye Mian's lips. Ye Mian fulfilled his wish, stretched his brows happily, and took several sips with Zhuang Jue's hand.

Then he lazily lay there on his back, his eyes and cheeks were flushed, and he looked at Zhuang Jue with a smirk in satisfaction, "It's delicious."

Zhuang Jue shook the jade jug in his hand, and said unhappily, "You ate up all my wine."

"Ah!" Ye Mian said nervously with a hint of guilt on his face, "Is there not even a drop?"

"One more drop."

After hearing this, Ye Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and prevaricated: "Then you can drink."

Zhuang Jue turned his head sideways, staring fixedly at Ye Mian's water-red thin lips that had just been moisturized by the fragrance of the cold pool, and there was a drop of wine juice on it, like the dew on the peach petals in the morning.

"it is good."

After a light reply, he lowered his head and sucked it up contentedly.