Nangong Jing was wrapped around Qianqian's body like an octopus, and his voice sounded a little coquettish: "Qianqian, go back to the king--"

Qianqian: "......", can I kick you back?

I only felt that there was a warm smell of strong wine between my neck, and the smell of wine was almost sprayed and fainted.

The delicate girl covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, and said softly: "The prince is really cute",

Qianqian: "!! "So cute, for you, do you want it? You try to look at it from the back!!

Nangong Jing tightened his hand around Qianqian, and whispered in Qianqian's ear: "Qianqian, go home, this king's head hurts--"

Qianqian sighed, and when Nangong Jing was drunk and his mind was not clear, he would occasionally say a few distressing words,

Qianqian resigned herself to her fate and used her strength to carry Nangong Jing, chasing souls and asking for her life to set up Nangong Jing on the left and right, helping a lot, so that Qianqian's weak shoulders could barely bear Nangong Jing's weight.

Qianqian stretched out her hand and grabbed Nangong Jing's sleeve, took a deep breath, and said helplessly: "Go back!" ”

Nangong Jing chuckled lightly, and then seemed to fall asleep.

Nangong Jing was originally much higher than her, and Qianqian carried Nangong Jing back with great difficulty, but fortunately, she was very kind to chase souls and ask for her life, otherwise, she was afraid that she would not be able to climb back to the Seven Kings' Mansion.

Qianqian thought: Did she owe Nangong Jing a lot of money in her last life, so she actually traveled over to pay off her debts in this life, right?

When he returned to the palace, Beibei had already made the bed, chasing souls and asking for life to help Qianqian help Nangong Jing to the bed, Qianqian was tired and sweating, turned his head and looked at Nangong Jing,

I really don't understand that drunk people are obviously drunk and feel very uncomfortable, but they are still greedy for the taste of wine, why is this so painful?

The water that came to wash at the north end of the north, Qianqian took the basin, looked at the north and said: "Rest early, tomorrow we will go to the prince's mansion to see the snow",

Beibei nodded, looked at Nangong Jing on the bed, and said with some unease: "Qianqian, can you do it alone?" ”

Qianqian glared at Nangong Jing, what else could she do if she couldn't do it?

Qianqian looked at Beibei and said, "It's okay, you go and rest first",

Beibei sighed, this prince is too capable of tossing, aren't there many concubines in the palace? Who will serve it, but it will toss thousands,

Beibei brought the door, Qianqian wrung out the cloth towel and helped Nangong Jing start wiping his face,

It is said that habit is a terrible thing, and Qianqian has a deep experience, these days, he has slowly become accustomed to taking care of him,

Nangong Jing is really a very strange person, obviously smart, but he doesn't have the ability to take care of himself, probably because he has been served since he was a child, and he is used to reaching out for clothes and opening his mouth for food.

From the first day Qianqian took over, all of Nangong Jing's daily life had to be arranged by Qianqian.

At first, Qianqian was not familiar with it, and often combed his hair, and he had to toss for an afternoon, because Nangong Jing would get up almost three o'clock in the day--

It is more difficult to take care of Nangong Jing than to take care of children, because Nangong Jing is too picky,

Growing up like a moon by the stars since he was a child, Nangong Jing's food and clothing are the best, this kind of spoiling that is almost against the sky has created the current Nangong Jing,

Nangong Jing now feels like a child she brought up, this strange phenomenon doesn't know if it stems from Nangong Jing's dependence on her, or because she has taken care of him for a long time, she really treats him as her own child.

After Qianqian helped Nangong Jing wipe his face, his hand was about to leave, but he was grabbed by Nangong Jing.

Nangong Jing seemed to be still asleep, and called softly like a dream: "Qianqian--"