Qu Yunmie said nothing because he couldn't tell whether Xiao Rong was drunk or not.

While he remained silent, Xiao Rong had a lot to say: "You look handsome and majestic, just like me."

Qu Yunmie looked at his own strong and sturdy physique, and then looked at Xiao Rong's small body which was smaller in every way.

"You are here to join the King of Zhenbei, right? I advise you not to do so. The King of Zhenbei is stubborn, will not listen to advice, is sensitive and suspicious, values ​​martial arts over literature, and is tyrannical and bloodthirsty."

Qu Yunmie was fine, he just stared at Xiao Rong. Jian Qiao, who was eavesdropping outside the window, opened his mouth like an idiot, thinking that he might have to go on the road with Xiao Rong. ...

After Xiao Rong finished using these adjectives, he shook his head proudly, as if he was in a good mood. Qu Yunmie was silent for a moment, then laughed: "So that's how it is, since the King of Zhenbei is so unbearable."

After uttering the last four words through gritted teeth, he asked, "Then why did you come to join him?"

Damn spy, speak now, and when you finish, I will kill you!

Xiao Rong glanced at him and also laughed: "What does it have to do with you?"

Qu Yunmie: “…………”

Jian Qiao: “…………”

Madam, after I die, you should remarry as soon as possible.

Qu Yunmie is really a man with little patience. He won't chase others and ask questions until he gets an answer before taking action. If he doesn't get a result the first time, he won't ask a second time. He drew out the long sword behind him, and the blade and the scabbard rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound. Xiao Rong couldn't help but cover his ears. Seeing the long sword flashing with cold light, Xiao Rong was startled and immediately started yelling.

"What are you doing? I didn't tell you, but you still want to kill people. Okay, I'll tell you. I voted for him because I have to."

As soon as Qu Yunmie stopped moving, he immediately asked, "Who asked you to come?"

Xiao Rong: "No one asked me to come, I just wanted to come."

Qu Yunmie frowned: "What are you doing here?"

Xiao Rong rolled his eyes at him, as if to say, why are you asking such nonsense.

“…”

"I came to help him and save him."

Qu Yunmie sneered: "Just you?"

Xiao Rong stood up in a flash: "What's wrong with me? I know the general trend of the world, and I understand that people's hearts are unpredictable! As long as I am here, no one can plot against the King of Zhenbei!"

Qu Yunmie: "You were just scolding him!"

Xiao Rong shut up instantly and stared at Qu Yunmie. His eyes seemed to be blaming him. Why did he sound so reasonable that he couldn't even talk back.

“…”

"My love is deep, and my criticism is sharp. What do you know? Have you ever admired someone? Did you grow up listening to other people's deeds? Did you run three thousand miles chasing the King of Zhenbei like I did? Three thousand miles. In this world, besides me, who else would have to be with him?!"

Xiao Rong stared at Qu Yunmie. After saying this, he staggered a few times, as if he felt dizzy, so he sat down again. But after sitting down, he was still mumbling, saying something like "Zhenbei King doesn't want me, I want to join the Zhenbei Army, where is my wine..."

Qu Yunmie: “…………”

He finally realized how ungraceful it was to argue with a drunkard. After a moment of silence, he sheathed his sword and turned to leave. But before leaving, he hesitated for a moment as he looked at the back of Xiao Rong's shaking head.

Jian Qiao's heart almost jumped out of his throat. Finally, Qu Yunmie let Xiao Rong's pretty head go. After coming out, he first looked at Jian Qiao coldly, and then said angrily: "You brought this upon yourself!"

Jian Qiao lowered his head and dared not argue.

"Make him a bowl of hangover soup, and have him come see me tomorrow morning when he wakes up!"

Jian Qiao nodded bitterly, but halfway through, he realized what Qu Yunmie said. He raised his head sharply and almost sprained his cervical vertebrae.

Ah? And you even made me some hangover soup?

When soldiers got drunk, they would fall asleep like a drunk. Sen*Wan*Tidied*, he had never heard of the sobering soup. Jian Qiao was dazed, but when he thought that Xiao Rong was a scholar, he understood that this should be the rule for scholars.

Never mind, at least the king didn’t kill him.

Outside the door, Jian Qiao showed a look of joy and quickly ran to make some sobering soup. Inside the door, Xiao Rong gradually stopped wandering and stared at the leftovers on the table. A drop of cold sweat flowed down his temple.

Fortunately, it was resolved temporarily.

Didn't they say that Qu Yunmie would stay in Anding City for ten days or half a month? !

Damn it, drinking will ruin things!

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