She rested her elbows on Shojiro's chest and leaned forward.
The Xiao family servants and Zhule and others who came to look for Xiao Cunyu happened to see this scene and were frightened.
"Seventh, Seventh Young Master..." Zhule was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
The housekeeper's heart was in his throat. He took two steps forward, then two steps back. He didn't know whether to take Qi Langjun away first, or to tell the other young masters of the Xiao family first...
It's incredible.
No wonder Mr. Qi is indifferent to beauty!
There were so many pretty maids in the mansion, but he looked down on none of them. He even ruthlessly drove out the maid who climbed onto his bed. It turned out that it was because...
What a sin!
Zhuang Jiulang felt the gazes of others and immediately let go of his hand.
But Xiao Cunyu's hand happened to be in front of his voice, and his head hit it like a big rock, and he muttered: "It's time, it's luck, it's fate, it's debt."
"You're talking nonsense." Zhuang Jiu was hit in the chest and frowned in pain. At this moment, he wished he could stuff the culprit Xiao Jingyun into a wine jar.
With so many people in the Xiao family, they actually pulled Xiao Cunyu, the youngest brother, out to block the drinking? What were they thinking?
Even if it's to discipline my younger brother, I can't do this!
Zhuang Jiu was unhappy, but he knew he was just a classmate and had no right to meddle in the Xiao family's affairs. He could only suppress his emotions and simply carried the man up. He walked to Zhule and asked, "Lead the way, your husband is drunk."
"Hey? Hey!" Zhule immediately held the lantern in front carefully.
Xiao Cunyu was shaken all the way.
Her stomach juices were flowing backwards, and she vomited very vigorously, but she still maintained her terrifying dignity: "I will compensate you for your clothes. Is a hundred coins enough? I don't have any more."
"I need a piece of clothing from you." Zhuang Jiu threw Xiao Cunyu onto the bed.
Xiao Cunyu's clothes were disheveled, and he smacked his bright red lips twice and licked them gently.
Zhuang Jiulang turned his head away awkwardly.
"Do you think this young master is drunk? That's ridiculous. I'm a wine immortal who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Even ten more jars is no problem!" Xiao Cunyu said righteously. After shouting, he began to sit cross-legged. He raised his hand and released a soul. He raised it again and released another one from the inn.
After a while, Xu Bin, Cui Qiao and Lian Jing all arrived.
The three ghost messengers looked at the ghosts in the room cautiously and did not dare to go anywhere.
Those ghosts are also scared.
What if the Lord draws his sword?
Fortunately, Xiao Cunyu was still rational. He was just unscrupulous, not completely ignorant. Not to mention that he was drunk, even if he changed his brain, he would not do such a thing as drawing his sword and destroying souls.
Zhuang Jiulang was surprised to see his proper appearance.
Is this how a drunk person should look? Others would either fall into a deep sleep or shout and make a scene, but he was different, sitting here chanting.
He seemed to be bathed in holy light, filled with a quiet and mysterious aura.
Maybe he was born a golden boy, but he found heaven too boring and came down to earth to play.
Zhuang Jiu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile with appreciation and relief. The gentle look in his eyes was incompatible with the fake face. Zhule was so scared that he shrank his head and stared hard at this classmate who didn't look like a good person, lest this person take advantage of the situation and bully their Seventh Prince!
"My dear... if you have nothing to do..." After a long while, Zhule mustered up the courage and started to drive the man away.
Today Tieyi was borrowed by the housekeeper to do some work, and he was the only one who was there. He had a wound on his face, and he was afraid of scaring the guests, so he didn't want to show it in front of others.
Zhuang Jiu looked over with cold eyes, which seemed to contain murderous intent, making people feel cold all over.
Zhule was about to cry, "There's nothing good about our husband... You, you're doing this... It's not, it's not appropriate..."
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