After someone took the lead, most of the officials in the hall did not dare to hold back and raised their glasses, racking their brains to say some flattering words. Cheng Ying actually gave them some face today and drank several glasses of wine. His previously evil eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and a thin layer of red appeared on his handsome and feminine face, dissipating his fierce aura. In a trance, he looked like a romantic young man as white as jade and snow.
Many girls in the hall blushed and their hearts beat fast when they saw this.
But the way he leaned against the backrest with a casual and condescending attitude made people realize that such a person should not be offended.
Looking at the beautiful and graceful little girl beside him, it is really enviable. Although she grew up in a farmer's family and was brought back to the capital only half a year ago, she first won the favor of Marquis Gu, who broke Prince Qin's leg in anger in front of Xinglou. Such stories of heroes saving beauties often only exist in storybooks.
Young Marquis Gu was imprisoned in the palace by the emperor, but in the blink of an eye he was protected by the powerful Master Cheng. How could an ordinary person have such a good life?
Even though they were envious, they knew in their hearts that not everyone could bear such a good life. If they were to deal with someone like Cheng Ying who was moody, cruel and cold, with blood on his hands, they probably wouldn't even have the courage to look him in the face. They would tremble when they spoke to him, afraid to avoid him, let alone sit on him calmly.
Cheng Ying played with the green jade cup in her hand and raised it towards Liu Yu, "I have to thank Liu Cifu for giving it up."
Even though Liu Yu was unwilling, he knew that there was no room for maneuver at this point, so he had no choice but to pick up the cup and drink with Cheng Ying from a distance, "It would be good to have one more person to love and pamper Yu Ning."
Cheng Ying glanced at Yu Jiao's fair and slightly bulging cheeks. The little girl was sitting quietly eating snacks. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. For some reason, he thought of the cat that the late concubine had raised and brought from the Western Regions to the palace. It was snow-white and well-behaved, with a pair of deep blue eyes like clear springs. Her almond-shaped eyes were very similar to that cat's. Although the pupil color was different, as black as lacquer, they were equally translucent, lively and clear, with clear black and white like cutting water. When she smiled, her eyes curved like a crescent moon.
Cheng Ying remembered that she had the idea of changing the little girl's name in Huairou and keeping her by her side to teach her medical skills because her eyes looked so much like Jiaojiao's.
Now it's even more like it.
She looks most like him when she smiles.
Unlike what Liang Wushuang had deliberately learned, that brightness came from within.
"Do you like sweets?" Seeing that there was some residue on the corner of her mouth, Cheng Ying took out a snow-white handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao nodded slightly, glanced at the handkerchief, and finally took it obediently and wiped the corners of her lips. There was a light and clear woody sandalwood scent on the handkerchief, which was the fragrance she had rubbed off on Cheng Ying.
Cheng Ying held his forehead with his hand, and suddenly thought of something. He looked at Yu Jiao with a softer look in his eyes. He said, "After a while, the apricot blossoms in the back garden will bloom, and the peach trees beside Chiyuan Lake will also be in bud. I will have someone pick you up to enjoy the flowers then."
Yu Jiao said yes softly. There seemed to be deep and indescribable emotions hidden in his narrow eyes, as if he was looking at someone through her.
Seeing that the scarlet sleeve of his wrist that was supporting his forehead fell slightly, revealing a string of black wooden Buddhist beads. The beads seemed to have been worn for many years and had a warm luster. Yu Jiao was slightly surprised that this man was really a devout Buddhist.
Cheng Ying noticed Yu Jiao's gaze, smiled slightly, put down her hands, and covered the string of Buddhist beads with her wide sleeves.
"After committing so many sins, one cannot help but fear ghosts and gods."
Coming from Cheng Ying's mouth, it is hard to believe.
But Yu Jiao had seen him go to Lianxi Temple to worship Buddha. Yu Jiao had also seen Cheng Ying kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, with a pious look on her face, as if she was no different from any other ordinary person in this world.
Praying to gods and Buddhas is all because of something to ask for. Cheng Ying is second only to one person, so what is she asking for?
For power? As a eunuch, he would not want to usurp the throne, so Yu Jiao was puzzled.
But I didn’t know that there is no solution to the word love.
Who would have thought that those eunuchs with disabled bodies were not born with diseases? If they had not reached Cheng Ying's position, no one would be afraid of a lowly eunuch. He was nothing more than the lowest slave.
But before they became slaves and eunuchs, they were just ordinary people with seven emotions and six desires.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Cheng Ying was unexpectedly like an ordinary person today. He couldn't wait to enjoy the pleasure of being a parent after just adopting her as his adopted daughter. He turned his head and looked at Yu Jiao for a while, then moved closer to her and whispered to Yu Jiao to make him a sobering soup.
There are so many servants in this house that the small kitchen would have prepared sobering soup, so there is no need for Yu Jiao to cook it herself.
But Yu Jiao had been instructed by him to peel a pomegranate before, so she knew that this man might have this kind of bad taste.
Fortunately, he still knew to consider Yu Jiao's face. The people in the hall didn't know what they said. They just saw Yu Jiao get up and follow a maid out. Most people would just think she was going to change clothes.
Yang Jiyan secretly stared at Yu Jiao's slender back again and again, feeling a chill on her spine. She tightly clenched the handkerchief in her hand. Whenever Yu Jiao was involved, everything was different from her previous life. In her previous life, there was no third daughter of the Liu family in the capital, not to mention that Cheng Ying recognized her as his adopted daughter.
She originally wanted to use Liang Wushuang to get close to Cheng Ying, and with Cheng Ying's help, make her marriage with Yu Qizhe come true, but now everything is messed up. Yu Jiao, this woman, always makes her plans go wrong.
She turned her head and winked at Debbie, and Debbie followed her out quietly.
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