Chapter Eighty-Seven: Sword Practice
After Jiang Li woke up, she hurriedly got up and found that she was in her room.
His head was very dizzy, and Jiang Li tried hard to remember how he came back, but he couldn't remember it anyway.
But in the process of recalling, she only remembered the courtyard where Lin Zimo drank, as if it was under a peach blossom tree, drinking her favorite peach blossom wine.
It's all because since she married into the Guogong Mansion, she has adhered to her duties and has not been like before, so she hasn't drunk her favorite wine for a long time, so she can't control it for a while, drink more.
Jiang Li closed her eyes and thought about it, as if before she got drunk, she seemed to see a black shadow appear beside Lin Zimo, and she only felt that they kept talking, but Jiang Li couldn't really hear what she said.
But Jiang Lizhong felt that this Lin Zimo was by no means as simple as it seemed.
At this time, Xiaolan walked in and brought some decanting soup to Jiang Li, "Miss, are you awake?" ”
Seeing that Jiang Li didn't react, Xiaolan was a little curious, this is not like her own young lady's style, why is she in a daze here today.
"Miss?" Xiaolan walked up to Jiang Li and shouted in her ear, and Jiang Li was almost frightened and jumped.
As soon as Jiang Li saw that it was Xiaolan, he patted his chest, as if he was relieved.
"Xiaolan, are you going to scare me to death?" Jiang Li said helplessly.
"Miss, what are you doing in a daze? This is a decanting soup, so let's drink it first. Xiaolan said as she handed the decanting soup to Jiang Li.
Jiang Li took the decanting soup, took a sip, and asked, "Xiaolan, what time is it?" ”
Xiaolan smiled and said, "Miss, it's three o'clock in the afternoon." ”
Jiang Li suddenly exclaimed, "What? I've slept for so long? ”
She suddenly remembered that yesterday was also close to this moment, and when she went to Lin Zimo's side, she thought that the wine was so strong, and she slept until now.
Jiang Li sighed, "He didn't go to the bamboo forest to practice martial arts yesterday, shouldn't he be angry?" ”
"Miss, do you still have the strength to care if others are angry or not? Lin Gongzi fell ill. Xiaolan said with a sigh.
Jiang Li asked disapprerovingly: "Lin Gongzi, that Lin Gongzi?" ”
Xiaolan looked at Jiang Li leisurely: "Which other Lin Gongzi did you say?" ”
"I didn't cause him to be sick, so how does it feel like it's my fault?" Although Jiang Li said nonchalantly, he was in his heart