"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. Ling'er, don't waste wine......"

Huanhuan was lying on the bed, drunk and messy, hammering the bed board with both hands, Ling'er, who was serving her on the side, holding a copper basin, looking at the woman who was spilling on the bed distressedly.

"Miss, wait a minute, Qin Niang is cooking decanting soup." Ling'er put down the copper basin, took off her boots for Huanhuan, looked at the boots stained with mud, and sighed lightly, "If you let the prince know that you came back so late and went to drink flower wine, you will definitely discount your legs." ”

Huanhuan on the bed waved his hand vigorously and said fiercely: "I'm not afraid of him, I'm not afraid, he's a bastard, a bastard!" ”

"Miss." Ling'er hurriedly ran over to cover Huanhuan's mouth and said nervously, "This is the palace, not our Lin mansion." ”

"Let her keep scolding!"

Ling'er knelt down when she heard the sound, and said timidly: "The slave asks Wang Ye'an." ”

Ling'er saw a pair of black velvet deerskin boots, which swayed from the bottom of her eyes, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her head was buried very low, worried. Ling'er didn't know when the prince came, if she let the prince know that the young lady drank flower wine, not only would the young lady suffer, but she would not be able to escape punishment.

"You get out."

Ling'er didn't dare to stay any longer, bent over and left, when she was about to leave the house, she didn't worry about her own young lady, turned around and peeked, and saw the prince holding a steaming decanting soup, shaking the spoon, and lowering his head to blow.

How could the prince be so good to Miss today? Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief in disbelief. I didn't expect the prince to come back so soon, I would have guarded the young lady if I knew it, and I didn't allow her to leave the house, and I don't know how the prince would scold the young lady in the future. Thinking of this, Ling'er couldn't help but look towards the courtyard, hoping that the prince would come out soon, and the young lady might not say anything when she was drunk.

Some sour and astringent juice overflowed from between his lips, Huanhuan turned his head and spit it out, scolding and scolding: "Li Zerong is just a waste, relying on a woman's waste, isn't he the prime minister's daughter?" What's so expensive ......"

Huanhuan poked his heart hard, his expression was painful and hideous.

"Lin Huanhuan!" Li Zerong was holding the jade bowl at the moment, listening to her burying herself like this, she was angry, and the green tendons of her hand holding the bowl burst out, but when she saw that the woman on the bed was very drunk, she still scooped a spoonful of soup between her lips.

Huanhuan turned his head, dodged, covered his mouth with his hands, shook his head vigorously, and continued to mutter the poem that he had just memorized: "Do you know whether you know it or not, it should be green, fat, red and thin, it should be green, fat, red and thin!" ”

Seeing Huanhuan blocking it with his hand, Li Zerong reached out and pulled it down, grabbed the hand tightly, not letting her block it, and held the soup spoon with the other hand and sent it to her mouth.

Hwan Hwan saw one hand being grabbed, and the other hand stretched out to block it, like a child, bending his eyes wide and chuckling proudly.

The peach blossom eyes of the water spirit stared directly at Li Zerong, and the thick and slender eyelashes were bent into a good-looking arc with a smile. Huanhuan's eyebrows and eyes are so gentle, more gentle than the spring wind. But such a gentle person is so affectionate.

"Slave, hands down."

"I don't, I don't listen to anyone." Huanhuan shook his head in annoyance, his hands swayed vigorously, and he smiled coquettishly, "I only listen to the words of the fairy brother." ”

Li Zerong said silently, looking at the drunk Huanhuan, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her little head. I thought to myself, how nice it would be if I could stay by her side like this, see her smile, and let her be spoiled for the rest of her life.

"Look, am I still your fairy brother?" Li Zerong looked at the pair of peach blossom eyes and asked cautiously with expectations.

Hearing this, Huanhuan bent down to him, touched his eyebrows with his fingertips, poked the tip of his nose, and tapped his lower lip. Then he deliberately leaned over and looked up at Li Zerong's eyes.

Li Zerong looked at the pretty face that was close at hand, he had always been cold and arrogant, and there was a rare flush on his fair face. The moment Huanhuan's slightly hot fingertips touched his lips, he seemed to fall into a peach paradise, and every pore in his body was trembling happily. But Huanhuan was still like a childish child, blinking his drunken eyes and looking at him directly. Just when Li Zerong felt that he should make something, he heard a sentence, and he was like a lightning strike.

"You're so ugly."

Li Zerong said silently, annoyed, reached out and grabbed Huanhuan's index finger that was scratching everywhere, and snorted coldly: "Slave, I'm afraid I forgot who your fairy brother is!" ”

"I don't, slave remembers that the fairy brother is my good Qi Lu, and he accompanies me to do a lot of things. His fox eyes, with just a blink of a blink, can seduce people's souls......"

Speaking of excitement, Huanhuan also pulled the corner of Li Zerong's sleeve, covered his mouth, and looked at him with only a pair of smiling eyes, and continued shyly: "Brother Qi Lu's neck is also good-looking......

"Oh? Is he really that good-looking? Li Zerong smiled indulgently and asked knowingly.

"He's the best, the best guy in the world. It's just that he lost me and ran away secretly. Maybe I'm lying in the arms of some pretty lady listening to a little song right now. ”

As soon as Huanhuan thought of his brother Qi Lu abandoning him, he felt that his chest was uncomfortably blocked, and even the corners of her eyes were sour.

"And where did he go?"

Huanhuan was stumped by this question, and he couldn't say an answer for a long time, and hung his head sadly, as if immersed in some kind of irresistible sadness, his shoulders trembled slightly.

"If you drink the medicine, I will tell you where Qi Lu is. Good no good? ”

Li Zerong reached out and touched her head, and then reached her cheek, he was afraid that she was crying. Just as his warm palm pressed against Huanhuan's soft fleshy face, he felt something cold and licked his palm. He subconsciously retracted, and before he could react, the side of his face was licked by the thing again. Then he heard the voice of the maiden triumphantly, and said cheerfully, "I know where he is!" ”

"Right in front of me."