67. Intoxication
By the time they arrived at Mingcheng, the Xuanyuan army had already been controlled by the Beidi army.
Yun Zhihe was thinking about how many days she had been away this time, and she didn't know what to make of Su Zheng, the clingy guy who lacked love. As soon as she stepped into the door, Su Zheng rushed over and threw himself into her arms.
"Sister Yun——"
He always enjoyed running so eagerly.
Even though she was prepared before entering, she still stumbled suddenly.
“Hmm—”
Yun Zhihe groaned, but still held her firmly. Before she opened her eyes and saw his lonely and delicate tears, she heard his joyful voice, which seemed to reach its peak.
"My sister! Sister Yun... My sister, she, she—is back!"
Yun Zhihe was stunned, opened her eyes and looked to the side. She saw Su Lin standing aside with a cane, looking at the two people hugging each other with complicated eyes.
In just a moment, she understood the whole story.
Su Lin had originally hidden Su Zheng, and then quickly joined the killing field alone. Although he killed several killers, he was also seriously injured. He could only support the staggering Su mother and was slowly forced to the cliff.
She originally wanted to perish together with her, so after killing several killers, she hugged Su's mother and fell off the cliff together. Fortunately, there was a tree on the cliff that cushioned the force, and she fell to the bottom of the cliff and fainted.
When he woke up, he found that there was a noble man living at the bottom of the cliff. The man was the heir of the miraculous doctor, and he took good care of Yu Sulin and his mother. It was a pity that——
Su's mother was seriously injured and old, so she passed away within a few days.
Su Lin woke up under the man's careful care. After recuperating for a long time, he planned to go out of the cliff and return home. Halfway through the journey, he saw the rescue team coming, and then he arrived in Mingcheng.
Su Zheng had already prepared himself to lose his mother and sister, but he never expected to see his sister. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes and he rushed over to her and cried.
Now, as he spoke, his eyes began to turn red and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears.
“Woo…”
Yun Zhihe reflexively wanted to raise his hand to comfort her, but suddenly saw that Su Lin had already hugged Su Zheng and was comforting him softly.
I don’t know whether to sigh or rejoice.
He had been crying every day before, so she could only hold him in her arms and pamper him.
This way I can feel at ease.
Su Lin stood up, bowed, and thanked her, his voice rather serious. "Thank you, Madam Yun, for taking care of me and not abandoning the Su family. Su Lin will repay you in the future, regardless of his own life..."
Yun Zhihe quickly helped her up, feeling both amused and helpless.
"You are lucky to have survived. There is no need to talk about life and death. You don't know how sad Su Zheng is. Don't say this anymore."
Su Lin pursed his lips and bowed deeply again.
The matter in Mingcheng is now over, and we will return in just one or two days.
Yun Zhihe was in his study, facing the open window, looking at the moonlight and writing memorials.
The bright moonlight accompanied by candlelight is particularly sparkling and beautiful.
The downfall of Queen Mother Cheng must be explained from beginning to end to give an explanation to the court officials. Yun Zhihe lowered his eyes and continued writing.
Her wrist was a little sore. She had just let out a breath and wanted to take a break when she suddenly heard a rustling sound.
"Peng——"
She raised her eyes and suddenly saw the young man open the window and standing on the windowsill. The moonlight shone through his back, revealing his rare solemn face.
...It’s Meng Xiaojiao.
He was holding two jugs of wine in his hands. When he saw Yun Zhihe looking up at him in surprise, he was in a trance for a moment.
"Give."
He threw a pot of wine over, and Yun Zhihe hurriedly caught it and held it in his arms.
"Meng...Meng Xiaojiao."
He scoffed, jumped out of the window, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come drink with me."
Yun Zhihe paused, picked up the wine jug, stood up and went to the stone table outside the yard with him.
Meng Xiaojiao sat down generously, opened the lid directly, and started drinking with her head tilted back.
“Gurgle…Gurgle…Hmm…”
He paused suddenly, and started coughing with a "puff".
“Cough cough… cough cough…”
The little face turned red and the red lips were wet, "Ahem..."
Yun Zhihe paused, wanting to reach out and smooth his back, but then stopped and just handed him a handkerchief.
Meng Xiaojiao took it, but did not wipe the water droplets from the corners of her lips. She just casually wiped them away with the back of her hand. Her eyes were red, as if they were physiological tears.
He murmured, "It's too strong."
Yun Zhihe opened the lid and poured a glass of wine, and was about to raise his hand to touch his lips.
"...This is the wine my mother treasured. It was originally our wedding wine."
Murmuring in a hoarse voice.
Yun Zhihe suddenly stopped, not knowing whether to drink the wine in his hand or not.
But seeing that Meng Xiaojiao was calm and composed, he still opened his mouth and drank it.
...It's indeed quite strong.
He saw Yun Zhihe and Lie's embarrassed look, chuckled, and the corners of his eyes turned red and raised, making him look particularly wanton and charming.
"I'm not going to marry you, what are you afraid of?"
Meng Xiaojiao lowered her eyes again, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and began to speak softly.
"My mother heard that you were an official and asked me if I had offended you."
He pouted and took another sip of wine.
"And then... those dead girls." Meng Xiaojiao stopped talking again and lowered her eyes. The boy who had always been willful and unruly became unusually deep.
Coquettish whisper.
"...Anyway, there's a funeral going on in the village right now."
The voice is soft.
Yun Zhihe didn't know what to say, so she took a sip of wine.
Meng Xiaojiao trembled a few times.
Suddenly, he lowered his head, covered his face, and did not speak for a long time. He waited until Yun Zhihe seemed to be hesitant to speak before he spoke.
"And... and Sister Yu Shan..."
His voice was choked with sobs.
"She...she died too...with a hairpin in her arms."
"It was sent by the government..."
Meng Xiaojiao sniffed and looked at Yun Zhihe with a fake melancholy smile.
"Anyway, my mother has been busy lately, and no one is taking care of me. I haven't hunted the tiger yet, and I wanted to make you a big coat."
His eyes were red and tears were seeping out.
He took a big gulp of wine, but choked again. He coughed a few times, and tears flowed out like broken strings.
Meng Xiaojiao blamed the wine for being too strong and cursed under her breath.
Yun Zhihe's eyes showed some worry again, but he sighed softly. For Heitu Village, this was nothing short of an unexpected disaster.
Speaking of Yu Shan, she suddenly thought of Bai Yu...the disabled man.
"Then... what about Master Bai Yu?"
Meng Xiaojiao suddenly stopped.
"he?"
Meng Xiaojiao let out a long sigh.
He laughed hoarsely and said, "Who the hell knows how half of his body was hanged..."
“…Dead.”
"He hanged himself."
For a moment, the atmosphere became particularly cold.
Yun Zhihe widened her eyes, paused, lowered her eyes, and did not speak for a long time. Meng Xiaojiao ignored her and started to gulp down the wine by himself. No one knew how his young body could drink so much alcohol.
I originally thought that those two would be able to stay together forever.
All living things are suffering. After searching and searching, the little sweetness found in the suffering can no longer be held on to.
Meng Xiaojiao was obviously drunk. She began to sob and murmur, her cheeks flushed.
He shook his head, then looked at Yun Zhihe steadily and pointed at him.
He called out hoarsely, "Why am I not worthy of you?"
He muttered another reply, sneering, "Oh, right, you're a court official, and I'm a bandit...it seems we're not really compatible."
"My mother even scolded me, saying... don't be so wishful thinking."
He was a bad drinker and would pester other people and act crazy when drunk. Meng Le was particularly annoyed by his behavior.
How can a good man be considered a real man if he behaves like a female gangster?
Look, right after she finished crying, she started laughing and acting crazy, snuggling into Yun Zhihe's arms and refused to get down no matter what.
Lou Zhiben couldn't sleep at night, but he wanted to see her. Before he even stepped into the yard, he heard Meng Xiaojiao's arrogant sobbing.
"Give me a smile...quickly..."
Lou Zhi suddenly stopped, gripped his sword tightly, and stepped forward with a cold expression.
He saw Meng Xiaojiao stand up and lean towards Yun Zhihe, smiling and hooking her chin, like a wife teasing a young man.
"Just smile..."
"...Why aren't you smiling?"
Meng Xiaojiao began to threaten fiercely, "Hurry up and laugh, or I, I... will..."
"—I'll forcefully kiss you."
Lou Zhi pursed his lips and walked forward, reaching out to pull Meng Xiaojiao away.
Meng Xiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then she wiped away her tears with a smile and shook off Lou Zhi's hand.
"Who are you...you are..." He suddenly protected Yun Zhihe, his face suddenly tense.
"She is my first wife, no, no, she is mine, mine..."
Lou Zhi frowned and looked up at Yun Zhihe, "How did he get here?"
Yun Zhihe grabbed the swaying Meng Xiaojiao and sighed softly, "It seems that something terrible happened in the village, and he's in a bad mood, so he came to me for a drink."
Lou Zhi nodded.
Meng Xiaojiao was about to move forward again.
Lou Zhi grabbed him, pushed him down onto his seat, and asked him in a hoarse voice, looking down at him.
"drink wine?"
Meng Xiaojiao nodded in surprise, looking quite obedient.
"...I'll drink with you."
Lou Zhi picked up the glass of wine that Yun Zhihe had just poured with an expressionless face, pinched the rim of the pot, and wet his fingertips with the wine.
"Come."
Meng Xiaojiao's eyes suddenly lit up, she picked up the wine on the table, laughed and shouted, "Good boy——"
The two of them began to drink.
Yun Zhihe on the side was a little confused.
She wanted to pull Lou Zhi away, but seeing his cold expression and strange aura, she didn't move forward.
He just sighed and asked his servant to get a few bowls of sobering soup.
But after a while, Meng Xiaojiao collapsed on the table and left in embarrassment.
Lou Zhi wiped the wine drops from the corner of his lips, his expression calm, and there was no sign that he had drunk Meng Xiaojiao.
"Are you... okay?"
Yun Zhihe asked softly and handed over the sobering soup.
“…I’m drunk.”
Lou Zhi spoke calmly, his eyes calm.
...but he clearly looked fine.
Yun Zhihe didn't know whether he should laugh or not, but shook his head and smiled as he asked the servant to help Meng Xiaojiao to the guest room.
Lou Zhi stepped forward and hugged Yun Zhihe when she smiled. He was slightly taller than Yun Zhihe, and now he lowered his head and buried it in Yun Zhihe's neck.
He pursed his lips, his voice hoarse, but he still murmured something muffled.
"Really, I'm drunk."
Seems to be a little aggrieved.
Yun Zhihe was stunned. The heat from his whole body embraced Yun Zhihe, making her feel particularly warm.
"I……"
Lou Zhi's eyes were calm, but his face showed an expression that indicated he was drunk or something else.
"I... am delighted with you."
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