Cheng Bo walked into Zhao Ziyi's study with two jars of wine.

There was no sound in the room, the candle flame was weak, and the air was stagnant, which couldn't help but make Cheng Bo feel a little cold.

At this time, Zhao Ziyi was still sitting at the desk, staring at the jade flute of the eighth princess in a daze.

"Lord Wang, your wine!" Cheng Bo whispered and placed the wine on the desk.

Recently, Zhao Ziyi has to drink a lot of wine every night, and it seems that he can only sleep by relying on the anesthesia of alcohol, so he will definitely order someone to prepare wine for him every night.

Although Uncle Cheng is distressed, he is also helpless, and the bits and pieces in the process of growing up, Uncle Cheng can help him arrange and give him some mention, but he can't help him bear it.

There are some things that Zhao Ziyi needs to face by himself, he can't get out by himself, and no matter how much others persuade him, it is useless, so he can only indulge him to use wine to drown his sorrows.

It has become a habit for Uncle Cheng to give Zhao Ziyi wine every night, but tonight is an exception, Zhao Ziyi used to stay in Qingfeng Garden, but now he is in the study.

Cheng Bo didn't know if Zhao Ziyi's psychology had changed, but seeing that Zhao Ziyi didn't react, he still shook his head and prepared to leave.

Zhao Ziyi's dull eyes suddenly moved, he came back to his senses and took a jar of wine, opened the wine seal by himself, and then handed the wine to Uncle Cheng and said, "Don't go, sit down and drink two sips with me!" ”

"Lord Wang? This ......"

Cheng Bo was stunned, he was quite surprised, Zhao Ziyi hadn't asked him to drink together for many years.

Zhao Ziyi said expressionlessly: "Stay and talk to me!" ”

Cheng Bo no longer pushed, nodded, took the wine jar handed by Zhao Ziyi, moved a round stool and sat in front of the desk.

Zhao Ziyi's eyes swept indifferently over Cheng Bo's jar of wine, pursed his thin lips, and took another jar of wine to unveil it.

There are no appetizers, the two of them sit at the desk, the atmosphere is quite strange, such a way of drinking, it is really called "drinking stuffy wine"!

Uncle Cheng said bluntly: "What does the prince want to say to the old slave? Is it about the notice that 'Jade Xiaozi' provoked the government yesterday? ”

Zhao Ziyi shook his head, took a sip of wine and said, "You have watched me grow up since I was a child, do you think I have lived an interesting life over the years?" ”

Uncle Cheng was surprised: "Lord, why do you say this?" ”

"Since I was a child, you have warned me that this can't be done, that must be careful, always let me follow the rules, what I like, what I want to do, I can't do it, I don't know who I live for!"

Zhao Ziyi pulled a bitter smirk, which made people feel a little stunned when they looked at it like that.

Uncle Cheng sighed heavily: "Lord Wang, no matter who you are for, it is better to live well than anything else!" ”

Zhao Ziyi took another sip of wine: "I don't want to live like that anymore!" ”

Cheng Bo persuaded: "Lord Wang, it's just enough to be willful once or twice, and you still refuse to give up after that incident?" ”

When Zhao Ziyi was young, Uncle Cheng had been supervising by his side, although he knew that this child lived a very depressed life, but what could he do, in the royal family, without the power of his father, he had to behave properly, not to mention that there were so many pairs of eyes staring at him in the Yongan Palace.

As the head of the Yong'an Palace, although Uncle Cheng can't completely clear those eyes, he can at least secretly "clean" Zhao Ziyi's Qingfeng Garden cleanly, and he will never arrange people who are not at ease.

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