"You...... Swear black is white.! Not a spark of decency! ”

No matter how good Cen Ximi's brain is on weekdays, it doesn't work when he is drunk now, and he can't think of any words to refute Banzhi's words, so he can only stumble and scold.

"Yes, yes, the eldest young master is right. Can you still get up? It's not proper for you to spill at the gate of the courtyard like this, right? ”

Banzhi waited for Cen Xi's scolding before squatting down slowly, looking at Cen Xi's misty eyes, and talking to him in a good voice.

Cen Xi's eyes widened, and his water-soaked eyes turned around Banzhi's face very seriously, and then he put aside his face and stopped talking. Banzhi was stunned by him, and he couldn't figure out what the eldest young master was thinking, but he just saw that he was rarely quiet, so he tentatively reached out to help him.

I don't know if Cen Xijun was drunk again, and he was a little dazed, but he didn't wave half of the branch again, but only carried him into the house with half of the branch, and didn't make a fuss or scold her along the way.

"Here we are."

Banzhi placed Cen Xijun on the bed, pinched the shoulder that was tendered by Cen Ximi, and looked entangled. I didn't expect to look at such a thin person to be so heavy.

"Young Master, do you have any other orders?"

Cen Xi sat on the bed, his face was not very good, and Banzhi was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so he asked again.

"I didn't ...... It's not, it's not ......"

Cen Xijun raised his drooping head and looked at the half-branch intermittent opening.

"What? What not? ”

Banzhi didn't hear clearly, and leaned closer, wanting to listen carefully to Cen Xijun's instructions.

"It's not Spodle...... Belch! ……”

“…… ...... vomit"

Cen Ximi's reaction was also a little slower, and he still remembered Fang Cai Banzhi's words, Banzhi was lamenting Cen Ximi's sluggishness and revenge, but he didn't expect Cen Ximian to burp her!

Half of the branch couldn't dodge, and a strong smell of wine mixed with an indescribable pungent smell rushed straight to the door of Half Branch, causing her to retch.

"Oh my God, what are you eating......

Banzhi hurriedly took a few steps back, and only stopped when he reached the table. After slowing down for a while, when the tip of his nose could no longer smell the terrible smell, he frowned and looked at Cen Ximian with some incredulous inquiry.

"Huh...... No, I didn't eat it...... I am hungry. ”

Cen Xijun was completely drunk, looking at Banzhi and smiling stupidly, and at the end he touched his stomach, saying that he was hungry, looking pitiful and aggrieved, like an arrogant cat, begging for food from his master.

Banzhi was stunned, and then smiled. She didn't know that the young master, who was cold on weekdays, was so lively and interesting when he was drunk.

"Really hungry?"

Banzhi stepped forward, looked at Cen Xijun at the same time, and asked him again.

"Well, I'm hungry."

Cen Xiyu touched his stomach, looked at Banzhi and nodded very seriously.

"Okay then, you drink a glass of water first, and the slave will cook a bowl of noodles for you."

Banzhi didn't have the idea of taking advantage of people's danger to bully people, no matter how Cen Xijun treated her, she wanted to take care of him. This is her promise, and it is also what she owes Cen Xi.

Banzhi handed the cup to Cen Ximian's hand, and repeatedly instructed, and then went to the small kitchen to work for Cen Ximian for supper.

……

After about a moment, Banzhi returned with a bowl of steaming noodles.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Cen Xi's dark and bright eyes, and he seemed to have some expectation.

"The young master is in good spirits, and the noodles are ready."

Haneda felt a little funny, and there was a little smile in his voice. She helped Cen Xi to the table, watched him suck noodles, and handed him a glass of water from time to time, which was very considerate. Banzhi thought that Cen Xijun was drunk like that, and he should not wait for her to come back and fall asleep, but he didn't expect to actually eat noodles.

Banzhi was tired of standing up, so he simply sat down next to Cen Xixuan, but fortunately, the drunk Cen Xixuan had a very good temper and didn't care about Banzhi's overstepping movements. After looking at the furnishings in the room, he was a little bored, and Banzhi's eyes fell on Cen Xijun.

Banzhi served by Mrs. Cen's side, and there were many opportunities to see Cen Ximi, and she had also seen him eat, but on weekdays, Cen Ximian did everything with a dignified and elegant, unhurried attitude, that is, he even ate at a glance, and he was good-looking, but there was no fireworks. Every time Banzhi looked at Cen Xijun, he felt that he should be offered, he didn't need to eat, as long as the believer's incense could live forever.

It's just that the current situation is not what it used to be. Although Cen Xijun's movements are still elegant and eye-catching, they have more vitality and interest that they did not have in the past. The man's slender hand held the black chopsticks, and he fed the noodles into his mouth one by one, and his cheeks were bulging, chewing very regularly. He looks serious, and occasionally the noodles slip off the chopsticks, and he will frown, and the next time he drops the chopsticks, he will definitely put those noodles into his mouth first, and chew while showing an ironing look.

Seeing this, Banzhi couldn't help but be speechless, he was really a man who held grudges!

Cen Xijun's movements did not drag, and the bowl of noodles quickly bottomed out, leaving only some minced onions and garlic floating lonely on the noodle soup. Banzhi glanced at it, and realized that this young master didn't eat onions and garlic.

"Young master, have you eaten enough?"

Banzhi handed over a handkerchief to Cen Xijun, then took the dishes and chopsticks and stood up, and asked Cen Xijun.

"Hmm."

Cen Xijun nodded, with some satisfaction between his eyebrows.

"That's good, then you can rest in peace, it's not too early now."

After saying that, Banzhi turned around and prepared to go out. She was also tired and needed a break.

"Wait......"

“…… What's wrong? ”

Before Banzhi took a step, she was grabbed by Cen Ximian on the corner of her clothes, she turned around a little stiffly, and looked at Cen Ximi, who was a little hesitant, and asked softly.

"Haven't washed yet...... Can't rest, you...... Don't you rest without washing......"

Cen Xijun frowned slightly, looked up at Banzhi, Jun's face was full of doubt, and there was a trace of disgust.

“……”

Half of the branch didn't know what to say. In her opinion, Cen Xijun at this moment is even more difficult than the little flower child in the past, even if she makes trouble, she will look at people with disgusting eyes, and she is very underwhelmed!

It's a pity that Banzhi can't beat Cen Xijun like beating an unlucky child, and sighed with a little regret, and Banzhi had to answer the errand of boiling water for Cen Ximian to wash.

Banzhi re-entered the kitchen and squatted down in front of the stove, but fortunately, the fire that had been lit when the noodles were cooked had not been extinguished, and now it was convenient to add some firewood to boil water. Banzhi looked at the copper kettle that had not yet moved, leaned over to look at the moon rising high outside, and sighed for the third time.

I laughed at Mrs. Cen again in my heart for sending her to serve Cen Xi's family to rest today, but halfway through the laughter, I suddenly felt that Mrs. Cen had come true - she was indeed serving Cen Xi's family to rest now, but this service was not his service. In fact, there are serving maids in Cen Xi's courtyard, but there are no maids in front of him, but there are still people who want to boil water and cook, but today Mrs. Cen has instructed not to disturb Cen Xijun and her 'good deeds', and the subordinates have rested early, so now only half of the branch is busy with the front and back.

It's just that Banzhi doesn't have the habit of disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night, and she doesn't want Mrs. Cen to know that she failed to complete her instructions, so she has to deal with the difficult Cen Xijuan alone.

In the final analysis, it is Cen Xijun's fault! Banzhi was so angry that his teeth itched, and he couldn't wait to knock Cen Xijun unconscious, so as not to toss people half-drunk and unconscious.

……

Considering that Cen Xijun was full of wine, half a branch boiled three large pots of water. Now she walked in with half a basin of cold water stuck on her waist in her left hand and half a bucket of hot water in her right hand.

"Young Master......"

Banzhi was about to beckon Cen Xijun to wash, but before he could say anything, he saw that the person who was sitting at the table ran to the bed at some point, and he was still asleep, asleep!

Banzhi pursed his lips and stood at the door for a long time before he suppressed the urge to splash half a basin of cold water in his hand on Cen Xi's head. Sighing again, Banzhi resigned himself to his fate, put the water in front of the bed, and decided to wash him.

Cen Ximian didn't seem to be sleeping very well, and when Banzhi wiped his face with a handkerchief, he saw his frowning brows and tight thin lips, and his face was wiped away, and his expression did not loosen.

"Nishiki!"

Banzhi was about to turn around to wash the veil, but suddenly was pulled back by a force, and before she could react, the tip of her nose hit something hard, and her eyes were filled with tears. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was pulled into my arms by Cen Ximi.

"Let it go!"

Banzhi hurriedly struggled, but unexpectedly, the more he struggled, the tighter Cen Xi hugged him.

"Little Brocade...... Don't leave me ......"

Cen Xi's low voice sounded in Banzhi's ears, full of pleading. Half a branch was stunned, but he felt a heat on his face, and when he looked up, it was Cen Xiyi crying!

"Young master, open your eyes and see, the slave maid is half a branch, not Xiaojin."

Banzhi looked at Cen Xijun's appearance, and no longer struggled, only coaxed him gently.

The soft and glutinous voice accompanied by the sweet temperature drilled into Cen Ximian's ears, this voice was very familiar to him, but it was not Xiaojin's voice. Cen Xijun opened his eyes with great effort, only to see a little girl in his arms, but he couldn't see her facial features, he only knew that she was very white, whiter than Xiaojin.

Banzhi took advantage of Cen Ximi's stunned look, and then broke free from Cen Ximi's embrace with a single effort.

"The young master has a good rest, and the slave and maid will retire first."

Banzhi didn't want to see Cen Xijun get drunk, and he didn't want Cen Xijun to treat himself as Yu Jin to express his heartfelt feelings, so he thought about slipping away.

"No...... I haven't washed up yet, so I can't go. ”

Cen Xijun was woken up by Banzhi, and he didn't remember the slightest thing about Fang Cai, but he remembered the words of the same half-branch before.

“…… Young master, the slave has already prepared water and wiped her face for you, why don't you wash the rest yourself? ”

Banzhi suddenly turned around when he heard Cen Xijun's words, his white little hands clenched into fists at his side, and there was still a smirk on his face.

"Okay......"

Cen Xijun seemed to know that Banzhi was annoyed, but he agreed obediently, his voice was low and a little childish.

Banzhi was also a little surprised, it was so easy to discuss? It's just that when she raised her eyes to look at Cen Xijun, she was almost frightened by his actions - I saw Cen Xijun lift her unrecovered right leg and pull off her shoes and socks and was about to step into the water, completely ignoring the wound that was still wrapped in gauze.

"Don't move!"

With a snort, he swooped over and hugged Cen Xi's right leg, which could touch the water. The knee hit the ground, there was a bang, and he didn't care about half a branch, so he only raised Cen Xijun's right leg to check, and saw that the wound was not stained with water, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You ......"

Cen Xi looked at the little girl who suddenly ran over and hugged her right leg with some confusion, her lips opened but she didn't know what to say.

“…… Let's still serve the young master to wash. ”

Banzhi sighed, I don't know how many times I was angry tonight, and then I opened my mouth again and asked to wash Cen Xi's feet.

Banzhi was really afraid that Cen Ximian would come after drinking, but fortunately she stopped him in time, if Cen Ximian soaked his injured leg in the water, not only Cen Ximian would be injured, but she would also be finished. After all, Mrs. Cen sent her to take care of Cen Ximi, and now that she has taken care of the young master's injuries more seriously, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat in that half of the branch.

So half a branch might as well be tossed by Cen Xi, at least she can take care of it a little.

"You're not making it ...... myself"

Cen Xijun tilted his head, obviously very puzzled by Banzhi's backsliding, and couldn't help but ask.

"Young Master, please shut up!"

Banzhi squatted in front of Cen Ximian, rested his right foot on his lap, stretched out his hands in the basin and twisted the handkerchief, listening to Cen Ximian's words, it was really unbearable, and directly told him to shut up, and his tone was still a little rushed.

I don't know if Banzhi's deterrence has taken effect, Cen Xijun really stopped talking, and only lowered his eyes and looked at Banzhi to wipe his feet.

Banzhi didn't look closely at Cen Xijun's wound before, only saw the gauze wrapped around his calf, and now when she rolled Cen Xijun's trouser tube to his knee to wash, she really saw the wound on his leg.

Cen Xijun is very tall, so his legs are also very long, and his shape is also well-proportioned. Cen Xijun's complexion is whiter than that of ordinary men, and his legs are also whiter, but the whiter he is, the more distorted and terrifying the wound on his head becomes.

From the knee down were dense wounds, some of which had become hideous scars, some of which were still dark red scabs, and in addition to some small pits, although the wounds had recovered, the missing flesh could not be filled. All kinds of wounds spread to the ankle before they disappeared.

Banzhi frowned, a little unbearable. When she looked over, she saw three different wounds, the lighter ones were cut by the gravel, the smaller ones were probably larger stones, and the deep dark scabs were cut by the broken bones. Either way, it's an excruciating torment. What's more, the leg bones wrapped in gauze that were trampled by the horse's hooves, Banzhi felt that she didn't hurt so much when she was beaten by the flat shoulder.

Banzhi carefully bypassed those wounds, wiped his right leg for Cen Ximian, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, that Miss Yu was also a little unkind, the young master suffered such a serious injury for her, but she turned her head and married someone else. Banzhi has seen a lot of people's warmth and coldness, but she knows very little about love, and she just sighs a few words.

After washing Cen Xi's feet, and tidying up the house, Banzhi nested on the small collapse in the outer room and fell asleep. When the bell brought her here, he sent her directly into Cen Xi's house, and did not give her a place to live, only saying that the eldest young master would decide it himself tomorrow. Banzhi knew that this was Mrs. deliberately matching her and Cen Xiyi, but now it was bitter for half a branch, and he curled up on the collapse without a cover to spend the night.