Liao Chongwu avoided Zhong Ming'e's gaze, and wiped his wet face carefully, then wiped Zhong Ming'e's hands. After the pair of slender hands were wiped clean, Liao Chongwu slowly spoke: "The princess is not feeling well, and it is only right for Your Highness to go and take care of her."
"I know. You don't need to remind me!" Zhong Ming'e's confused eyes suddenly became clear, and he looked at Liao Chongwu coldly. He curled his lips in a sarcastic tone. "You can leave now. I'm going to the backyard to rest tonight, so you don't need to follow me."
"Yes. I'll take my leave." Liao Chongwu clenched the handkerchief tightly in his hand and bowed.
Zhong Ming'e looked at him coldly, then brushed Liao Chongwu's shoulder, strode out of the study, and followed the little maid to the backyard.
Liao Chongwu stood there in a daze, watching Zhong Minge's thin figure gradually disappear into the dark night. He finally let go of his tightly clenched hands. Blood was dripping from the palm of his hand that was scratched by his nails. But he didn't feel any pain. He stared at the handkerchief that fell to the ground, and then slapped himself hard in the face.
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In the lonely courtyard, Liao Chongwu sat by the well, with a jar of Fenjiu at his feet. In his hand was an empty bowl, and on his legs was a heavy cloak. Liao Chongwu's hand gently stroked the cloak. Just now, this cloak was still draped over Zhong Ming'e. The original strong smell of wine was also mixed with his smell. Liao Chongwu put down the empty bowl in his hand, hugged the cloak in his arms, and held it tightly. He buried his face in the cloak, sniffed deeply, and tried to distinguish the smell of Zhong Ming'e from it. He usually smoked agarwood.
In fact, a general like Liao Chongwu didn't know what these incense smelled like, but he could tell the smell of agarwood. He had smelled this smell for thirteen years, and it had long been ingrained in his bones...
After tonight, Zhong Ming'e will be a normal man, a son who will no longer disappoint Concubine Shu, and a prince who is capable of competing with the Third Prince. In the near future, the Second Prince's wife will give birth to a son, and the Second Prince, who has been married for a long time but has no children, will finally be able to hold his head high and stand up straight in front of the Third Prince.
This is what he has always hoped to see, and it is also his most ardent expectation as a subordinate for his master. But why does he feel so heartbroken at this moment?
When he looked up again, Liao Chongwu's eyes were slightly red. He picked up the wine jar and poured a large bowl of wine, then drank the bitter and spicy wine. He was choked and coughed for a long time. He actually couldn't drink much. He became the prince's personal bodyguard in his teens and had to be vigilant all the time. He had never touched alcohol. So when did he start drinking?
Liao Chongwu thought about the day when Zhong Ming'e left the Yanx Palace in a daze, and the young man who used to be the most proud and noble one leaned on his shoulder and cried. The good news came from the Third Prince's Mansion, which was undoubtedly fatal to him, the Second Prince who had been married for a long time but had no children.
"Liao Chongwu, what should I do?" Zhong Ming'e asked him with red eyes in the same dark night, "Why is it so difficult? I thought that without Zhong Mingwei, I would be able to do much more smoothly, but why is it still so difficult?"
In fact, he didn't have to make it so difficult.
The Third Prince was arrogant and proud. Although he was born into a noble family, he was not as pleasing to His Majesty as the Second Prince. But so what? How could His Majesty appoint a prince who was nearly thirty years old but had no children as the Crown Prince?
Therefore, it really doesn't have to be so difficult for him, as long as he is willing to go to the backyard and be willing to accept the woman's flesh and tenderness.
That day, from beginning to end, Liao Chongwu did not say a word and let Zhong Minge pour out her troubles in front of him. Later, Zhong Minge fell asleep in tears. He sent Zhong Minge back to the room, and then he knocked on the door of the tavern in the dark. In the sleepy eyes of the waiter, he drank a whole jar of Fenjiu.
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Today, it is still such a dark night, and I am still drinking a jar of Fenjiu by myself, but why is this wine so hard to swallow?
What was he doing? Was he listening to Zou's heartfelt confession, or was he enjoying her charm?
Liao Chongwu smiled bitterly, suddenly grabbed the jar of wine, raised it to his head and suddenly poured it down. The cold wine poured from head to toe. He was choked and shivered all over, but in this shivering, his mind became clearer than ever before.
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