In the past few days, Bi Laolei has finally eaten a full meal, and after he has eaten all the food on the table, he picked up a pot of wine and hugged it in his arms, and lay on the chair and drank a little wine contentedly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the other side, Liu Yong was surprised, silently holding the chopsticks in his hand, looking for some leftover food among these plates, and after searching for a long time, there was nothing but vegetable soup, Liu Yong could only pick up the wine and drink it angrily.

The two stayed in the tavern until the afternoon, and then parted.

Before leaving, Bi Laolei instructed Liu Yong again and asked him to use snacks, Liu Yong nodded and agreed, but it is unknown whether he can really do that.

Liu Yong walked out of the tavern and walked straight back to Fengle Building, since he fell in love with Xue Yao, Liu Yong almost didn't go anywhere else, but lived in Fengle Building as his home.

After Liu Yong returned to Fengle Building, he wanted to see Xue Yao, but he heard that the boss said that she had been sick recently and was recuperating, so Liu Yong gave up this idea.

Let's go back to my room and think about how to write the eulogy.

So Liu Yong stepped forward to go back to the room, and suddenly thought of something, so he turned around and asked the boss to send some food to his room, thinking that he didn't eat a single chopstick on a large table of dishes today, he felt depressed, and now Liu Yong felt that he was about to go crazy with hunger.

After telling this, Liu Yong finally returned to his room with peace of mind, in order to wait for Xiao Er to come in when he delivered the food, Liu Yong did not close the door, but walked directly to the desk, took out a piece of rice paper, and then grinded the ink, ready to start writing eulogies.

Maybe he is really not suitable for writing these things, Liu Yong has been holding the brush for almost half an hour, and he still can't write a word, he looked down and saw that the spread of rice paper was dripping with the ink on the brush on his hand.

So Yoo Yong had to put the paper away, and then brought a new piece of rice paper and spread it out on the desk.

At this time, Xiao Er walked in with food and wine, carefully put the food on the table next to him, and then said to Liu Yong, "Please use it slowly" and walked out, and closed the door of the room.

Liu Yong glanced at the food, his saliva was about to stay, he decisively put down the brush in his hand, ran to the table next to him, picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

If you can't write just now, you must be too hungry, and you will definitely think about it when you are full.

Liu Yong quickly finished the table of dishes, sat there comfortably, picked up the flask and began to drink, completely forgetting that he was going to write a eulogy.

"Childe!"

Just when Liu Yong was sitting on the chair and drinking freely, Xue Yao pushed open the door of the room and walked in, Xue Yao was listless, her face was not rosy at all, it seemed that she was indeed very sick, and even her sweet and moving voice before became hoarse.

When Liu Yong saw Xue Yao coming in suddenly, he immediately put away the wine glass in his hand, stood up from the chair, and hurriedly helped the weak Xue Yao to sit on the chair.

"Miss Xue Yao, I heard from the boss that you are sick these days, and you should recuperate well, why do you have to run to me again?"

"I'm just a minor illness, nothing serious"

"You're all weak like this, are you still sick?"

"It's really fine, I just heard that Childe came back and wanted to see me very much, in order not to make Childe upset, my little illness has no effect"

Looking at such a kind Xue Yao, Liu Yong couldn't help but cherish her even more, and it also made him want to give her a more real and permanent life.

"Is there anything bothering Childe?" Xue Yao noticed that Liu Yong's face was a little worried, as if there was something bothering, and Xue Yao, who had always cared about him, immediately asked him.

"It's a bit boring indeed"

Yoo Young is also not prepared to hide anything.

"Then why don't you speak up and see if I can help you share your sorrows."

"Actually, nothing is just ......"

So Liu Yong told Xue Yao that he was going to write an article to the emperor to praise his merits, wanting to get the emperor's forgiveness, but because he had never written these articles, he couldn't write a word and told Xue Yao, maybe he didn't expect Xue Yao to help him, so he was very happy that someone was willing to listen to him talk about this.

Listening to Liu Yong's words, Xue Yao really shook her head constantly, and her brows tightened.

"Xue Yao is only a shallow learner, she really can't help her son, I'm really sorry"

"No, no, no!" Liu Yong immediately waved his hand to her, "These are my own affairs, the girl doesn't have to blame herself for not being able to help me, as long as the girl has this heart, I am very grateful."

"Then, Gongzi really wants to take the imperial examination again?"

"Of course, I'm going to take my top spot again and ......"

"And then what?"

Liu Yong didn't say the following words, he didn't want to tell Xue Yao about his intentions, and in the face of Xue Yao's curious inquiry, Liu Yong just said that he wanted to keep it secret and fooled the matter.

The two of them are still talking and laughing as usual, there are endless words and endless topics, since Liu Yong left the palace and lost everything to now, it is the first time he has been so happy with a courtesan, and it is Xue Yao who has reawakened Liu Yong's hope for the future.

It also made him give up his arrogance again and think about the emperor bowing his head again.

chatting and chatting the sky darkened unconsciously, Liu Yong immediately got up and helped Xue Yao to send her back and let her cultivate well, while Liu Yong still returned to his room, thinking about how to write his own article.

Liu Yong picked up the pen, thanked the article first, and then looked at it again, and felt that it was not good, so he threw it away and then took a piece of paper and wrote it again.

So back and forth, writing and throwing, throwing and writing, Liu Yong still didn't write an article that satisfied him until late at night.

The angry Liu Yong threw the brush in his hand aside, feeling extremely depressed, looking at the waste paper on the table, it was really a headache.

Forget it, articles can't be written in a moment, after all, Liu Yong, who can only write things that express personal feelings, is even more impatient, as the saying goes, slow work makes careful work, so there is no need to be in a hurry.

So, let's go sleep first, after all, the body is the most important.

After some psychological self-comfort, Liu Yong happily took off his clothes and ran to the bed, lay down, and fell asleep.