"Oh, this restaurant is mine," Cheng Shuiyao said nonchalantly, not looking like there was anything wrong with this matter.

This......

Song Zan Liye glanced at the restaurant with a complicated expression, and decisively chose to shut up.

He knew that Xiao Ji was rich, but he didn't expect Xiao Ji to be so rich.

After entering the restaurant, Cheng Shuiyao greeted the shopkeeper with ease and took everyone upstairs.

"Mrs. Xiao, are you in charge of this restaurant on weekdays?" Song Zanqi looked at Cheng Shuiyao with envy on his face, feeling that she was really capable.

"Most of the time it's still handed over to the shopkeeper," Cheng Shuiyao waved his hand, without the slightest intention of inviting credit.

"Please come in," Xiao Ji pushed open the door and sat down with everyone.

"This is your own place, you don't have to be restrained," Cheng Shuiyao said with a smile as she poured her wine.

"Mrs. Xiao, what are you ......" Song Zan Yuye glanced at Cheng Shuiyao, as if he had already seen her thoughts.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Shuiyao looked up in confusion, as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

I guess I'm thinking too much.

Song Zan Liye sighed slightly, relaxed, and poured himself wine by Cheng Shuiyao.

Soon, the dishes were ready.

"Please," Xiao Ji took the lead in picking up the wine glass and pulling the praise of the law to drink.

It was mild at first, but the more you drank it later, the more right it became.

The two of them are like competing strengths, and the more they drink, the more they drink.

"What's going on?" Song Zanqi quietly approached Cheng Shuiyao's side and tilted his head to speak.

Maybe it's a desire to win.

Cheng Shuiyao blinked and didn't say this.

It's a good thing that the law has developed a desire to win, and it will be easier for her to achieve her ideas.

Just drank until late at night, Xiao Ji and Song Praise were both drunk, but no one wanted to fall down first.

"Don't drink it, don't drink it," Cheng Shuiyao really couldn't stand it, took the cup from Xiao Ji's hand, and said softly.

She originally thought that it should be easy to get drunk and praise the lawyer, but she didn't expect the two of them to be so able to hold on, and if she drank it again, she would have to do something.

At the same time, Song Zanqi took off the wine glass of Song Praise Law, and shook his head at Song Praise Law Industry with a serious face.

"Oh," Praise Law said inexplicably, and then fell straight down.

Xiao Ji followed closely and fell asleep directly.

"I can't lift it," Song Zanqi tried for a long time, but he didn't pull Song Zanqi up, so he could only look at Cheng Shuiyao helplessly, "How are we going back?" ”

"It's okay," Cheng Shuiyao didn't worry about this, and directly asked the shopkeeper to send a few juniors to help.

Effortlessly sending the two people back to the general's mansion, Cheng Shuiyao crossed his waist and looked at the two people who were obviously unconscious, and helplessly supported his forehead.

She wanted to get people drunk, but she didn't want to get people so drunk, how could she negotiate!

"This ......"

Song Zanqi was a little at a loss and didn't know how to deal with the situation.

"I have already instructed the kitchen to cook the decanting soup, and I will have someone send a copy to the King of Praise, Moshu, and you can come and help bring the King of Praise back to the house."

Cheng Shuiyao glanced at Song Zan's law industry bitterly and hatefully, and waved his hand painfully.

Song Zanqi didn't think much about it, thanked him, and went back with Moshu to help Song Zanqi go back.

"It's trouble," Song Zanqi looked at Moshu with some embarrassment, feeling a little troublesome to him.

"It's okay, it's what a subordinate should do," Moshu didn't have any expression, but dutifully helped Song Zan Liye to the bed and changed his dirty clothes for him.

"It's not early, the princess should rest early, and leave the rest to her subordinates," Moshu glanced at the sky outside, and then at Song Zanqi, who was yawning, and urged her to go back to sleep.

There is a difference between men and women, and it is useless for her to stay here.

Song Zanqi nodded, didn't shirk, and left with a salute.

Moshu sent Song Zanqi away, looked at Song Zanqi helplessly, and sat down next to him resignedly.

On the other side, Cheng Shuiyao fed Xiao Ji and drank the sobering soup, put the empty bowl aside and planned to leave.

"Don't go," Xiao Ji suddenly said in a dream, reaching out and grabbing Cheng Shuiyao's wrist.

This...... Somewhat idealistic, right?

The corners of Cheng Shuiyao's eyes twitched, and she always felt that this move was a bit routine.

Pulling hard but without success, Cheng Shuiyao looked at the somewhat reddened hand and sat back resignedly.

"Yao'er......" Xiao Ji was still dreaming, but her voice was too quiet, and she could only vaguely hear the two words in front of her.

Her eyebrows softened a little, Cheng Shuiyao sighed, and tucked the corners of the quilt for Xiao Ji.

Reaching out to support his head, Cheng Shuiyao directly entered the space.

Carrying a few books in her hand, Cheng Shuiyao lay down on her back and began to study.

Outside, the room was quiet, only Xiao Ji's dream talk from time to time.

But nowhere else is it so tranquil.

In the dungeon of Dali Temple, Cheng Yutang's hair was messy, and he sat on the ground in embarrassment, how could he still look dignified before.

"Master Cheng, aren't you telling the truth?" Ji Le stood not far from Cheng Yutang and spoke slowly.

"Master Ji, you know that I didn't do it," Cheng Yutang gritted his teeth and reluctantly raised his head.

"What's the use of knowing?" Ji Le raised his eyebrows, disdainful of this, "The emperor has given an order, let me be sure to entertain you." ”

He bit the word hospitality very hard, obviously with something in mind.

"Jile, don't go too far, don't forget, how did you come to be this Dali Siqing!" Cheng Yutang couldn't help but shout, and the chains on his hands were tugged at rattle.

"How did my Dali Siqing come from?" Ji Le's face was cold, and he was very dissatisfied with Cheng Yutang's revelation of his shortcomings.

At that time, the prime minister gave him some convenience, but so what? In the past few years, he has left the prime minister, isn't he still sitting in this position?

"It seems that Master Cheng is still hard-mouthed, then don't blame me for being rude," Ji Le snorted coldly, handed his subordinates a look, and then turned to leave.

Cheng Yutang's shouts echoed in the empty dungeon, and Ji Le's face was serious, and he didn't even look back.

He knew better than anyone what the emperor meant, but he was reluctant to let go of Cheng Yutang.

Cheng Yutang, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, has been doing it long enough, and it is time to give way to others.

A glimmer of light crossed his eyes, and Ji Le sneered and got into a carriage.

Shortly after he left, a figure slowly walked out of the shadows.

"Where's Jile?" The prime minister squinted, always feeling that his actions were wrong.

"Lord Hui, Jile has always been secretly out of the city recently, and our people have chased him several times, and each time he has consciously thrown it away, according to his subordinates, there must be something greasy in this."

The subordinate arched his hand and replied solemnly.

They've been staring at Jile for a while, and there's something wrong with this guy all over his body.