Chapter 316: Drunken Disorder

Stretched out his hand to wipe the warmth from his eyes, stood up, looked at Zisang in a daze, smiled, couldn't move, pursed his lips, like a child who had done something wrong.

Perhaps, she shouldn't have said that, maybe Zisang Xiao was really serious about Ye Chen, and seeing his enthusiasm for running to Ling Xun Xiaozhu all day long, it didn't seem to be fake.

She shouldn't have said that about him, she really hurt him, but she couldn't say anything about the apology.

With a flash of light in his eyes, he ran quickly to the cellar and ran out quickly.

Holding two large jars of wine, standing in front of Zisang Xiao, he said lightly:

"Hey, are you interested in having a few drinks, have you ever heard of getting drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows!"

The two jars of wine tried hard to hold in her arms, slightly struggling, after all, she didn't have such long arms, and she didn't have such big palms, but this heavy feeling seemed to fill the loss in her heart.

Leng Hao stared at Zisang's smiling eyes, full of anticipation, in fact, she was afraid that he would refuse, she needed someone to drink with her, and she needed someone to share her sadness.

Zisangxiao's eyes finally had color, no longer a piece of black, his brows frowned slightly, and he was still not in the mood to look at it.

took the wine jar from Leng Hao's arms, chuckled, seemed to be mocking, as if emotional, I still remember that the first time he met Ye Chen, Ye Chen was very drunk.

It's for Ling Ze, maybe it was doomed from the beginning, Ye Chen met Ling Ze first, and he lost from the beginning.

If there is a next life, he must meet her before Ling Ze, treat her well, and let her love him alone.

However, I can't live this life clearly, and who can say what the next life will say and what the next life will do.

A bowl of Meng Po soup goes down, who knows whom, whether there is a fate to meet in the next life, whether there is a next life.

Everything is unknown, but an ethereal dream that the world has woven for itself.

Zisang smiled and rubbed a big wine word on the jar, opened the altar, and sniffed lightly.

Looking up at Leng Hao, this girl is really interesting, first scold him, and then invite him to drink, obviously with guilt on his face, he still insists on not saying it.

The mood suddenly improved a lot, smiled faintly, patted Leng Hao's back, and joked:

"Where did you steal such a good wine?"

"This is what the master hid in the cellar, and it was all sent by the tribal chief, so it is naturally the best!

Why is it stolen, the master treats us well, what we use, she doesn't even ask, it's just two jars of wine, even if she drinks all of them, she won't ask!"

Speaking of Mu Qianxun, Leng Hao's eyes were bright, looking at her closed red lips, Zisang's smiling eyes were dyed with a smile, and his mouth was full of disapproval:

"Is the county lord as generous as you say, I don't see it, if she knew that I would drink her wine, maybe she would poison the wine. ”

"That's for you, who made you not her person, she treats us better, than my sister, you don't understand!"

The words are full of feelings for Mu Qianxun's protection, yes, Mu Qianxun has never treated them as subordinates, and they have never treated themselves as people.

They listen to her, only listen to her, they are relatives and close friends who share weal and woe, life and death, and they can't tolerate others saying a bad word about her.

Zi Sang's smile flashed with a touch of complexity, even if he was loyal to Helian Ruijue, Helian Ruijue had never treated him badly, at this time, he couldn't help but envy the relationship between Leng Hao and Mu Qianxun, an irreplaceable relationship.

"I don't dare to be her person!"

As soon as the conversation changed, Zi Sangxiao deliberately picked on Leng Hao's words, wanting to mediate the atmosphere, but also to make himself feel better.

Leng Hao smiled, Zisang smiled and pointed to the roof, his voice was shallow and faint:

"Let's go, let's go up to the roof and drink!"

As soon as Zisang's joke fell, he held the wine jar with one hand and wrapped Leng Hao's waist with the other, and stood up.

Leng Hao only felt a tightness around his waist, and a warm feeling came through his clothes, and he was defenseless, and his heart suddenly tightened.

So much so that when his feet landed on the roof, it was as unreal as stepping on cotton, staring at Zisang and smiling, a little annoyed:

"I'm not as good as you in kung fu, but I'm not so weak that I can't even go up to the roof, this time for your sad sake, I won't bother with you, and there will be a next time, hum!"

Leng Hao waved his small fist, an imposing threat, but unfortunately in Zisangxiao's opinion, it was useless.

It seems that the rumors are wrong, they all say that the women of Xia Kingdom are gentle and delicate, but these girls who came with Mu Qianxun really have nothing to do with Wen Wan and delicate.

One is more spicy than the other, and even Mu Qianxun's personal maid is very eccentric, so the rumors are not credible, the ears are false, and the eyes are believing.

The two sat down side by side, opened the altar, and the aroma of wine wafted in the night, becoming more and more rich and aromatic, which made people intoxicated.

"How many cups did you say, but you didn't bring any face cups, so you drank directly from the jar?"

Zisang smiled and raised his eyebrows, the melancholy suppressed in his chest was still difficult to dispel, and he pretended to be relaxed.

"What's wrong with that, see!"

Leng Hao raised the jar indifferently, and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth boldly, choking on tears.

Zisang smiled and reached out to pat her back, holding back a smile:

"That's not how wine is drunk, you haven't drunk a bar!"

"How come, this woman is not drunk with a thousand cups!"

Leng Hao blushed slightly, I don't know if it was because the wine was too strong, Zisang smiled and poked at it, or because of his inadvertent care.

The two of them were arguing and drinking at the same time, and under the cover of night, most of the two jars of wine were poured on an empty stomach.

Zisangxiao's alcohol consumption has always been excellent, but today he is drunk and messy, and when he is sad, he is always very easy to get drunk.

Leng Hao was already being strong, and she poured so much at once, not to mention that she was delusional that she could be sober, so she fell directly into Zisang Xiao's arms unconscious.

Zisang looked at the starry moon above his head in a daze, and reached out to grab it, but couldn't catch anything.

He lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms, smiled bitterly, continued to pour the rest of the wine, and then snatched the wine from Leng Hao's hand, drank it all, and was completely drunk if he wanted to get drunk.

The wine jar was thrown casually, rolled to his feet, leaned back, and fell down, he was already vague and couldn't see anything clearly, and his brain became a little unconscious.

Turning sideways, the rough and slender palm stroked Leng Hao's cold and smooth cheeks again and again, and his body became hot and dry little by little.

The scenes in my mind were all the appearance of Ye Chen, Leng Hao's words rang in my ears over and over again, and a big tear dripped down my chin and fell on the tiles.

Leng Hao's body moved slightly, turned over, and lay straight on the hard tiles, his head ached, and he scolded in confusion.

Faintly, I saw Leng Haoqi's closed lips, under the dye of the wine, shiny and beautiful, Zisang smiled and kissed the gods.

The refreshing and cool aroma of the wine, mixed with a special sweetness, is more wonderful than the gyokuro elixir, from the shallow taste to the fall, slowly deepening this kiss.

The slippery tongue probed carefully, attacked the city in her mouth, touched her soft tongue, and became even more uncontrollable, lingering for a long time.

Leng Hao only felt that she was about to lose her breath, and the warm breath sprayed on Zi Sangxiao's face, her body and arms were pressed by some heavy object, she couldn't move, and she didn't have the strength to resist.

Zisangxiao's body became hotter and hotter, and her palms began to reach under her involuntarily, touching her soft skin, and the desire in her heart was out of control.

Drunk in my heart, I got carried away for a while, I didn't know where I was, and I didn't know who was under me.

The robe faded, the clothes were half-open, the cold quilt Zisang smiled and pressed, the cold wind blew in from between the untied clothes, the cold shivered, desperately looking for warmth, and drilled into Zisang Xiao's arms.

The moon seemed to be unable to stand it, and secretly burrowed into the clouds, Ling Xun Xiaozhu built a silent night, leaving only a suppressed mutter, and heavy gasps.

On the ground, there was a gloomy figure, the veil on his face dancing in the wind, looking at the undulating figure on the roof, and there was obvious contempt and mockery in his eyes.

Slowly, Leng Hao and Zisang Xiao fell asleep with each other, drunk and indulgent, tired and unable to raise their eyes.

In the middle of the night, the weather became colder and colder, and they were on the roof again, still disheveled, the so-called high places were not cold, and the cold wind swept over again and again.

Leng Haokan woke up, shivered, his head was sullen and cracked, and his body was extremely sore as if it had been crushed.

My thoughts kept surging, and I finally came to my senses, gasping and my mind went blank, what the hell was going on.

In the middle of the night, on the roof, her clothes were wide open, Zisang smiled half on her, her hand was still on her buttocks, and she was sleeping deeply.

I feel like I'm going crazy, doesn't she just want to get drunk, and she lost her body, what's going on.

The fist clenched suddenly, hitting Zi Sangxiao's face hard, and his arm was weak and sore, which was less than five points on weekdays.

But he just woke up Zisang Xiao, rolled to the side, opened his hazy sleepy eyes, and saw Leng Hao laboriously tidying up his clothes.

Rubbing their eyes, in the cold middle of the night, but they broke out in a cold sweat, they are... Unexpectedly, Zi Sangxiao was obviously even more calm than Leng Hao.

The fragments after drinking, little by little, Zisang looked at Leng Hao helplessly, how is this good, they all say that drunkenness is chaotic, he thought that his alcohol consumption would not be in trouble.

"Beast!"

Leng Hao was angry, Zisang laughed at what kind of reaction this was, how did it seem that she had taken advantage, and reached out and slapped Zisang on the face with a crisp palm.

Her eyes couldn't help but close, her brows frowned, and every movement she made now involved her sore body and the feeling of being out of breath.

The hot feeling on his face once again reminded Zisang Xiao, this is all true, so he shouldn't have a fluke mentality.

A slap, how can she relieve the hatred in her heart, she came to her senses, stretched out her hand and slapped it out, but she failed to fall as she wished, and she couldn't try the pleasure of the palm touching her cheek.

The wrist quilt was held tightly by Sang Xiao, and with her current state, it was difficult to even pull it back.

Zisang stared at Leng Hao with a smile, sighed softly, swallowed dryly and foamed, not knowing what to do.