Chapter 390: Drunk
"You..." She asked a word inexplicably, but was interrupted by the other party again.
"Why don't you drink, Madam?"
Yun Qingqing looked at the person who was asking her a serious question, opened her mouth, but said nothing.
You've drunk all the wine, what should I drink?
Why is this person so weird?
Yun Qingqing looked at the faint blue in his eyes and narrowed her eyes.
"You... haven't rested until now? You just drank?" She frowned.
Xiao Changheng looked at her for a moment, then suddenly picked her up and stood up.
Before Yun Qingqing could even exclaim, he put her back on the chair.
The man straightened her shoulders from behind, leaned close to her ear, and spoke in a deep, magnetic voice:
"Can I tie your hair for you, Madam?"
Yun Qingqing's eyelids jumped: "No need!"
She had seen this man's craftsmanship before... No, that wasn't right. Why did this man suddenly ask about bunting his hair in the middle of the night?
But her refusal seemed to be completely ineffective. In a moment of distraction, the green hairpin had been taken off and placed in front of her. Then her hair loosened and her long black hair fell down.
Yun Qingqing's heart pounded, and she quickly grabbed his hand, stood up, and turned back to glare at him:
"you……"
"Sorry...I can't."
She paused the scolding that was on the tip of her tongue, looked at the man's melancholy eyes, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Xiao Changheng slowly lowered his head and looked at his palm, like a child who had done something wrong, and murmured:
"I can't even do this. I'm not worthy."
Yun Qingqing frowned, and her mind inexplicably recalled the image of him standing alone by the cold pond.
She pursed her lips:
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who said you don't deserve it? It's just a hairdo, right? Come on, do it however you want."
As she said that, she sat back down and pulled his hand over to press it against her head.
The man pressed his warm palm on the top of her head for a moment, and suddenly he chuckled softly.
Yun Qingqing let out a slow breath and resigned herself to waiting for him to mess with her hair, but she never expected that he would suddenly hug her from behind the next moment.
Her breath hitched and she nearly jumped up again.
"Qingqing..." A man's deep voice came from my ears, accompanied by the aroma of hot wine, "Let's not be husband and wife anymore, okay?"
Yun Qingqing's mind went blank for a moment, and it felt like a big hand was slowly squeezing her heart.
Almost instinctively, she performed the Qingxin Jue, took a deep breath, and finally felt her breathing become smoother.
Then he asked calmly:
"Have you made up your mind to divorce?"
"Divorce..." The man seemed to think for a few breaths, then said firmly, "No divorce."
Yun Qingqing felt relieved for some reason, but was a little dazed.
"Didn't you say you don't want to be husband and wife anymore?"
"Um……"
Xiao Changheng let go of her hand and wanted to go around to her, but found that the table was in the way, so he simply lifted her up with the chair and turned them around, then squatted down in front of her and held her hand.
His eyes, which were much darker than those of an ordinary person, stared straight at her, and he spoke word by word:
"Become a Taoist companion."
Yun Qingqing tightened her fingers.
As soon as these words came out, she was basically certain that this man was indeed very drunk.
Thinking about what happened just now, Yun Qingqing was a little amused and helpless.
My heart felt inexplicably sour.
"You don't want to..." Xiao Changheng didn't wait for her response and made his own conclusion.
His skin was still a clear, cold white, and the shallow wound on his right cheek even had a sense of broken beauty.
There was no trace of drunkenness in those black eyes, and there seemed to be a wet glint in the corners of the eyes.
Yun Qingqing subconsciously raised her hand to touch his face, but did not feel any moisture.
"You don't want to." Xiao Changheng lowered his head and lowered his voice, "It's me who is unworthy."
Yun Qingqing took a deep breath, held his face and made him look into her eyes.
"Xiao Changheng, listen! You're fine. You're not unworthy, and I'm not unwilling."
The man's black eyes widened slightly, and there seemed to be fireworks blooming in his eyes. He smiled at her slightly:
"Then, let's be Taoist companions."
Yun Qingqing: ...
It's so difficult.
Who gave him so much alcohol? I really want to catch him and beat him up!
She sighed, deciding to ignore the topic, and stroked his blue eyes with her fingertips.
"You should go to sleep. Staying up any longer will harm your health."
However, Xiao Changheng was no longer listening to her. His eyes fell on her long hair that fell in front of him. He reached out and picked up a strand of hair and started fiddling with it.
"...What are you doing?" Yun Qingqing watched him concentrating on fiddling with her hair, and suddenly became curious about what new tricks this man could come up with when he was drunk.
"Forget it, there's nothing good about being a Taoist couple..." Xiao Changheng didn't even raise his head. He fiddled with his slender fingers for a moment and said calmly, "Let's just be husband and wife."
"Ah?" Yun Qingqing asked inexplicably, "What does this have to do with what you're doing now?"
Xiao Changheng finally figured it out. He held up a tangled mass of hair with his palm and smiled at her:
"We are married as husband and wife."
Yun Qingqing: “…”
Only then did she realize that the man had really tied his own hair together with hers.
The technique is not very good and the tying is a mess.
It's quite similar to her current mood.
She closed her eyes and patiently coaxed him again:
"Come, it's time for you to go to bed. I'll help you over."
Originally, she had something important to discuss with him, but... forget it. Although the matter was serious, there was no need to rush it. It wouldn't be too late to talk about it after he recovered.
Fortunately, Xiao Changheng was very well-behaved this time. He stood up with her and sat down beside the bed.
Yun Qingqing was looking at the ends of their hair tied together, wondering how to untie them, when the man grabbed her sleeve again.
"We are husband and wife, you will accompany me, right?"
Yun Qingqing stared at him for a moment, but finally succumbed to his clear gaze and sighed.
"Tonight."
A smile broke out on Xiao Changheng's face, and he lay down contentedly.
Their hair was still tied together, so Yun Qingqing could only cooperate carefully. She lay down beside him and pulled the quilt over him.
She was outside the quilt, lying sideways with her head supported by her elbow, looking at him.
Xiao Changheng was also looking back. His cold, white and clear face looked particularly pure and innocent at this moment. The faint bruises under his eyes and the shallow wound on his cheek made people feel pity for him.
He doesn't look like that extremely cunning evil prince at all.
Yun Qingqing suddenly felt that it was quite good for him to be like this.
She raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek, saying softly:
"Go to sleep, I'll stay with you."
As she spoke, she lightly tapped his forehead with her fingertips. A faint light hid between his eyebrows, and Xiao Changheng soon fell into a deep sleep.
Yun Qingqing raised the corner of her lips and looked at him quietly for a while, then her eyes fell on the hair tied together between the two of them.
She picked up the messy knot and looked at it for a moment.
It’s not difficult to unlock this thing, just cast a spell.
But Yun Qingqing stared at it for a long time, and finally did not cast the spell. Instead, she put two fingers together and gently stroked the upper ends of the two strands of hair.
A glimmer of light flashed, and the two strands of hair connected to the knot were cut off.
Yun Qingqing found a purse from the space and put the hair knot into it.
After a while, she quietly got up, fetched a basin of water, returned to the bed, and wiped his face with a towel.
He took out the ointment and applied it to the wound.
She placed a glass of water at the head of his bed and drew a small formation under the glass.
After doing all this, he quietly retreated.
It's late at night.
The moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard like water. Yun Qingqing looked at the silver moon and her eyes became solemn.
It seemed like God was playing a joke on her.
If things are really as she expected, then I wonder how much time she has left in this life?
After a long time, she exhaled a long breath, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, entered the inner scene, and began to tell fortunes.
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