After several jars of peach blossom wine, Liang Heng finally got drunk.
Shen Jiao wanted the palace servants to help him down to rest, but Liang Heng refused, clinging tightly to her leg and crying, begging her to throw him onto the roof.
Shen Jiao: "???"
Having lived two lifetimes, I have never heard such a refreshing and unconventional request.
Does reminiscing about youthful, impulsive love make people increasingly brain-damaged?
Shen Jiao expressed her confusion and did not want to pay attention to the little miracle doctor's unconventional request.
But Liang Heng pleaded desperately, crying and sobbing, saying that "only the rooftop is his home."
His nose was practically dripping with snot; it would be a real shame not to lend a hand.
Shen Jiao had no choice but to reluctantly grant the young man's wish, which he had begged and pleaded for at such a young age.
Before long, Liang Heng, who had just calmed down, started throwing a tantrum on the roof again: "Sister Chen, help me!"
What's wrong with you now?
How could this person have the nerve to cry for help?
He rolled the tiles off her chaise lounge, and she didn't even scream for help. What right did he have to scream?
Liang Heng hugged her pitiful and weak self tightly, feeling wronged: "Sister Chen, it's so cold on the roof."
"Isn't it your own fault for being cold?" Shen Jiao asked kindly, "Shall I bring you a quilt?"
Liang Heng shook his head: "No need."
This is not a matter of how many quilts there are.
"All right."
The wind outside was indeed quite strong, and a chill ran through her, making her shiver as it seeped into her neck. Since she didn't need it, Shen Jiao had nothing to say.
He turned around and went into the warm, cozy room.
Liang Heng: "!!!"
Why did you leave so suddenly?
Although he said he didn't need it, he hadn't had a chance to express his personal needs yet!
Waaaaah, my home is gone, my childhood sweetheart is dead, and my sister Shen is so cold-hearted. What kind of immortal crane doctor is he? He's just a little cabbage that nobody cares about or loves!
"Thud!"
"Clang!"
"Splash!"
Several sounds followed, leaving the table in a mess.
Shen Jiao stared expressionlessly at the dessert in front of her, which had been smashed to pieces by the broken tiles.
She slowly clenched her hard fist, but still asked with a gentle and lovely smile, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious, what happened to him this time?"
Xi'an couldn't help but shudder; this didn't seem to mean nothing at all.
Miss, no, now I should call you Your Majesty.
Although the Empress's smile is incredibly captivating, why does it give off a feeling of sharpening a knife to slaughter pigs and sheep?
"Your Majesty, Young Master Liang was just rolling around in a 360-degree arc again..."
"And now?"
Xi'an ran out to check on things and then came back, saying, "He's doing a 720-degree double whirlwind roll now."
Shen Jiao: "..." What a whirlwind!
"Tomorrow, remember to remind him to pay for the roof repairs."
As Shen Jiao spoke, she walked out, her fists clenched tightly.
Don't get me wrong, she didn't mean to beat up the little miracle doctor.
She just likes to clench her fists.
That's all!
The moment Shen Jiao appeared, Liang Heng's eyes lit up. He stopped rolling around and sat on the roof, laughing like a 300-pound fool.
The nights in the royal city this time of year are truly unbearably cold; even hugging yourself tightly won't help.
Therefore, he could only try to find ways to get himself moving!
To be honest, rolling around like that is really exhilarating!
Unfortunately, the moment we stopped, the wind was biting cold.
Liang Heng wanted to continue spinning for another five hundred years, but when he saw a pair of fists ready to be unleashed hidden beneath Shen Jiao's bright and charming expression, he immediately changed course.
"Waaaah... Sister Chen, you've finally come out! You have no idea, if you hadn't come out, I would have frozen into an icicle."
Shen Jiao thought for a moment: "They're both sticks, what's the difference?"
Liang Heng explained in a very serious tone: "Being single is good-looking, and popsicles are delicious."
He doesn't know whether other single men are good-looking or not.
But he was certain—
He, Liang Heng, must be the most unique, the most elegant, the most polite, and the most talkative among all the single men in their twenties who are still single!
"What a strange question!" Xi'an was shocked. "Could it be that Your Majesty drank fake wine?"
Furthermore, Mr. Liang's explanation is clearly inadequate.
The difference between a bachelor and a popsicle is clear: one is a living thing, and the other is a dead thing!
Shen Jiao's neck ached from looking up, so she asked, "So what do you want to do now?"
Having been waiting for these words, Liang Heng couldn't wait to speak: "I want to get down!"
"Didn't you just say that the rooftop is where you, Liang Heng of the Niohuru clan, will ultimately belong?"
Drunk people are such a hassle; Shen Jiao could hear the rustling sound of drunken hooligans tearing clothes in her ears again.
I'm ashamed to say that the tyrant's decision not to throw her out that night was truly a sign of love.
Liang Heng clearly didn't want to be Niohuru Liang Heng anymore. He pouted and said, "No, I am Aisin Gioro Liang Heng now. Niohuru Liang Heng likes to be on the roof, but Aisin Gioro Liang Heng likes to stay under the table."
Fine, Shen Jiao didn't want to play word games with the drunken peacock, so she shoved him under the table.
"I feel very insecure with you stuffing me like this." Liang Heng sat under the table, peeking out his messy head.
Shen Jiao crossed her arms: "Then what do you want?"
"You have to tie me up! I, Liang Heng of the Aisin Gioro clan, am determined to never be separated from the table leg in this lifetime!"
He was clearly completely drunk. The little miracle doctor of the past would only say that he, Liang Heng, would never part with any of the beautiful girls in the world in this lifetime.
Shen Jiao patiently asked Xi An to fetch a hemp rope.
Liang Heng said disdainfully, "I don't want this one. It doesn't look sturdy at all."
Which one do you want?
"A dog leash! The kind that's as thick as a fat pig!"
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