"My Lord, it's already past midnight, let's rest now!"
A man in blue clothes with clear features stood in the pavilion, looking at the master who was sitting on the chair in front of him, drinking sake and basking in the moonlight, and had almost become a statue, with a worried look on his face.
Seeing that his master ignored him, the man in blue continued to use his strengths and nagging: "Master, it's getting late and the dew is heavy. The imperial physician said that your body is not suitable for sleeping late."
The words of the man in green had no effect on the man on the recliner. Instead, he raised his hand again and picked up the jade pot beside him, preparing to pour wine into the jade cup.
Just as he picked up the jade pot, his hand paused slightly, and a sound as refreshing as porcelain came out.
"Qingfeng, pour the wine."
"Master, you have already had two pots of wine. You cannot drink any more. The imperial physician said..."
"Shut up!"
The man named Qingfeng was about to chatter when he was interrupted by a lazy, quiet but absolutely majestic voice.
He glanced at the subordinate who was about to retort, and his gentle voice sounded again: "If you say another word, you will be sent to the Imperial Hospital tomorrow to serve as a guard for the imperial physician."
After these words were spoken, Qingfeng suddenly looked bitter and stopped talking.
He reluctantly picked up an opened jar of wine from the ground and slowly poured it into the jade pot. He stopped when the pot was not full. He was only asked to pour the wine, not to fill it up.
At this moment, he really missed Jifeng, Jincao and Mingyue. If the three of them were also by the master's side, they would definitely find various ways to prevent the master from drinking and go to bed early.
He poured a glass of wine into the glass, then took another gulp and gulped down the spicy wine, letting it sink into his throat. The burning sensation in his heart and lungs instantly came over him, bringing on another bout of slight coughing.
"Look, look! Whenever you drink after midnight, you start coughing non-stop. Master, please stop drinking. Please tell me what's wrong with you. Although I'm stupid, I can help you analyze it. It's better than you pondering it alone!"
Qingfeng looked at his master anxiously. Seeing his slightly pale face, he wished he could suffer for him.
Qian Yeming stood up, walked to a corner of the pavilion, and reached out to touch the lotus within reach.
At this moment, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyebrows flying into his temples had a flowing and detached arc, which reminded people of the willows beside the clear spring in March, carrying the bright and fragrant spring light.
His godlike profile seemed as if it had been polished piece by piece by a skilled craftsman. His dark eyes shone like stars, as if all the brilliance of the world was gathered in his eyes.
That is a kind of beauty that transcends the mortal world.
Seeing that the master fell silent again, Qingfeng sighed.
"My Lord, Qingfeng knows what you are thinking. You must be thinking of Murong Xiao from the Marshal's Mansion."
Qingfeng's words made Qian Yeming's hand, which was stroking the lotus, pause slightly.
"My Lord, what Murong Xiao said and did is indeed very puzzling. If it is puzzling, please stop thinking about it. There are some things that you just can't figure out even if you rack your brains.
"I think there's plenty of time left, and it's not difficult for you to meet the eldest daughter of the Marshal's Mansion. Can't you just find a time to ask her about it later? Why do you have to figure it out tonight?"
Seeing his master so conflicted, Qingfeng felt both distressed and worried.
Murong Xiao was really funny. He appeared inexplicably, saved them inexplicably, and said a lot of words that people couldn't quite understand.
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