Huo Wujiu didn't know, it turned out that Jiang Suizhou was able to toss like this after drinking too much.
However, after half a jar of wine, Jiang Suizhou was drunk and began to talk more.
He seemed to be quite proud of what happened today, and he told Huo Wugui all his arrangements for the past few days. As he became more drunk, his memory also deteriorated, and he began to talk about what he had said.
Although he talks a lot, his voice is gentle, clearly drunk, but the warm wind is blowing on his face, with a whispering gentleness.
Huo Wujiu answered patiently from the side, seeing that he gradually began to crooked, and his speech became uncomfortable.
Thinking of him going back for a while, Huo Wujiu regretted that he didn't change the cup, and when he poured wine, his subordinates grasped the measure.
However, it was quickly discovered by Jiang Suizhou.
His eyes were dim, with a little water, and he pointed to the two wine bowls on the table.
"It's too unfair, right?" he said.
The bowl in front of Huo Wujiu was full, and the bowl in front of him just covered the bottom of the bowl perfunctorily.
Huo Wujiu fooled him and said: "This is what you just drank the rest."
Seeing Jiang Suizhou staring at the bowl for a long while, as if thinking of something, he smiled dimly.
"Forgot." He said slowly. "Sorry, I was rude."
then. Before Huo Wujiu stopped, he picked up the wine on the table and drank it all in one go.
Huo Wujiu couldn't help but his eyebrows twitched.
It's so deceitful and so real. If you drink with someone outside, isn't it too easy to bully.
Seeing that his wine bowl was empty, Huo Wujiu poured a little for him again, still only a small amount, which could cover the bottom of the bowl.
Jiang Suizhou said a few more words, then gave a suspicious voice, and looked at his bowl.
"I didn't finish it just now?" he asked.
As he said, he stretched out his hand to get the bowl.
Huo Wujiu quickly reached out and pressed his wrist, took the jade bowl from his hand, and put it a little farther.
"You just said, how did Zhao Dunting cry with Jiang Shunheng?" He changed the subject.
"Ah." Jiang Suizhou immediately threw the wine bowl behind his head, a little smile on his face.
"The Minister of the Central Government said that he was kneeling under His Majesty Dan, and he started crying as soon as he knelt down, and the tears fell away. The emperor was shocked, thinking that someone was dead in his family."
As he said, he raised his eyebrows with flying brows, said.
"He only considers him to act well and do it unknowingly. No one can hold the handle, right? Fang doesn't know that the mantis is behind the cicada and the oriole..."
What he said is the third or fourth time that Huo Wujiu has heard it tonight.
He has not always been a patient person, and when his subordinates report something to him, they must consider it in advance, for fear of not being concise enough to irritate him.
But he was unexpectedly very fond of listening to Jiang Suizhou's words.
Xu is the drunk King Jing. He has forgotten any disguise, revealing the gentle and light lining under the fox's skin. Or maybe it was because he was good at speaking. Unlike others, he is always a little like a gentleman who teaches with others, with the slowness of those scholars, which makes people very comfortable.
Or maybe...
His joy was a sincere joy, and his eyes were full of light, which made people especially like watching.
Huo Wujiao gradually drank the rest of the wine.
Until the branches of the moon, the lights outside were all extinguished. Even though Huo Wujiu controlled it again and again, Jiang Suizhou was completely drunk, with his arms on the table, his head buried in his elbows, only a pair of shiny eyes were exposed, and he looked at Huo Wujiu vaguely. .
He stopped talking and just looked at him quietly.
Huo Wujiu's throat rolled indistinctly, and he picked up the wine bowl on the table and drank it with his head up.
He listened to Jiang Suizhou's voice lazily, with a real smile.
"It's great, Huo Wugui," he said.
Huo Wujiu looked at him.
Then Jiang Suizhou closed his eyes and buried his face in his arms, like a small animal looking for a place to sleep in its den.
"It's been a long time since no one spoke with me." His voice was almost whispered. "I'm very lonely, fortunately I have you."
—
The lights in Pang Shao's Mansion were brightly lit until the third watch.
Pang Shao stood under the porch with his hands in his hands, the courtyard full of green calyx plum blossoms like clouds on the top of a mountain, glowing with a bit of warm light under the shining of the red lanterns.
"Have you come back?" Pang Shao slowly opened his mouth and looked down at the person kneeling in front of him.
The subordinate knelt before him, not daring to lift his head.
"Subordinates are incompetent!" he said. "The subordinates have sent someone to look for it again, and the brothers will definitely be able to return to the team tonight!"
Pang Shao stared at him, and sneered after a moment.
"You are really incompetent," he said. "However, those things must be even more incompetent."
The subordinate was shocked.
Then Pang Shao let out a sigh of relief, said.
"Don't look for it anymore," he said. "By this hour, those who can come back will have come back long ago."
The subordinate's head was buried lower.
"Get the penalty yourself." Pang Shao finished speaking and turned and entered the room.
Only the subordinate was left kowtow again and again under the order: "Xie Da Situ reward, thank Da Situ reward!"
The door opened, and a bright light shone on him for a moment, and followed the closed door, leaving him in the dark.
In the room, several Pang Party officials stood in front of their seats one after another, looking at Pang Shao.
I saw Pang Shaozi sitting down.
"Ability," he said. "Before, I had never seen such a capable person. Today, I have seen it."
An official next to him hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Da Situ, your assassin didn't even leave a living?"
Pang Shao said nothing.
Seeing him acquiesce, the man went around for a few times and hesitated: "You shouldn’t! Your lord, your assassin skills are so good. We all know that when you never missed your hand, this time the entire army was wiped out. Yes...who would it be!"
Pang Shao heard the words and stared at the beating candlelight on the table.
"It's not all useless," he said. "At least it confirms my guess, it proves that someone has been eyeing Zhao Dunting and moved his hands and feet on his house."
An official next to him hurriedly said: "However, without catching people, it is impossible to prove who did this! Today's things, everything is so natural, the person who did this thing, but hides the rest, let People can't find him at all."
Seeing that Pang Shao was silent for a long time, his hand fell on the tea cup on the table.
"Guessing doesn't need evidence," he said. "It's enough if I know who it is in my heart."
His fingers slowly turned on the lid of the tea cup, turned his head to the side, and his eyes fell on the south side.
That is the direction of Qinghefang.
"Who first contributed to the flames, who was finally proud, and who was secretly competing with me, and forged a beam with me... I know it very clearly in my heart." He said slowly.
His voice was flat, gnashing his teeth in the slightest, but chilled the spine of the people around him.
Hearing what he said, everyone knew that he didn't intend to say it clearly.
No one dared to ask, only one official stepped forward cautiously and changed the subject: "Yes, Da Situ's heart is like a mirror, and the lower officials are relieved. But the emperor... is there anything we can do?"
The emperor had such a big temper with Situ today, and all the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty knew it.
Even the emperor didn't even call his uncle today, and called Da Situ's first name for the first time.
Everyone knows that the great Situ is now so famous and majestic, but relying on the one sitting on the throne, he willingly obeyed his words.
Seeing Pang Shao sneered, picked up the tea cup and opened the lid.
"What happened today is that Zhao Dunting was at odds with Qi Min. When he harmed him, he borrowed my name and tried to plant him on my head. But it's just the truth. How can I tell the Lord to teach you?"
Several officials bowed and saluted him, indicating that they knew what to do.
Pang Shao lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.
With just one mouthful, he put down the teacup and looked down at the rippling tea in the cup quietly.
"The superb Mingqian Longjing was ruined well," he said.
An attendant on the side hurriedly responded.
Seeing Pang Shao put the tea cup on the table, he cried.
"Go ask who made it." He said lightly.
"Spent such a good tea, it's time to pay for it."
—
After Jiang Suizhou fell drunk, he couldn't get up on the table.
Huo Wujiu shook the wheelchair and walked to his side, reached out and held his arm to help him up, and saw that Jiang Suizhou couldn't open his eyes, and his body was even weaker. Following his strength, he swayed toward him.
He changed from lying on the table to leaning on his arm.
Huo Wujiu seemed to be spotted on the acupuncture points, and he froze in place for a while, his entire arm was numb all the way, and the left side of his heart was lost.
He stopped in his throat when he originally wanted to raise his voice to call Meng Qianshan in.
After a long time, he slowly lowered his head and looked at Jiang Suizhou who was leaning in his arms.
The light shone his eyelashes slightly golden, and his lips were stained with strong wine and glowing with moist water.
Huo Wujiu's throat rolled up and down.
At this moment, Jiang Suizhou, who was leaning on his arm, seemed to feel uncomfortable. He moved his body and plunged into Huo Wujiu's arms. An unconscious low hum fell into Huo Wugui's ears from his throat.
Huo Wujiu's ears burned.
The heart that was originally a ball of hemp suddenly rushed into a flame, and slammed into his mind.
With a bang, it seemed that a string had been burnt.
Huo Wujiu shook the hand of Jiang Suizhou's arm and shook slightly.
He suddenly realized something clearly.
Jiang Suizhou really didn't think much of him, but he seemed to...
He stared at Jiang Suizhou closely.
It seemed that he didn't know when, he had already got dirty thoughts about Jiang Suizhou.
He has been in a pile of men since he was young, and he has been playing and making trouble. He must have been disgusted with such thoughts. However, in his heart now, there was only a faint feeling of near hometown.
He has never liked anything in particular, and has always been indifferent to everything.
He had never had such a turbulent exclusivity and overwhelming affection, and even because these emotions were too ferocious, he was in disbelief, rushing out of fear.
It turns out that people will become cowards before the things they love extremely.
He lowered his head and looked at the person quietly. Under the light, he seemed to have become a sculpture, and he didn't dare to move at all.
Until Jiang Suizhou moved in his arms.
Huo Wujiu seemed to have just reacted, it was already extremely late. He raised his eyes to the door, moved his lips, but made no sound.
He has never read a sage book, does not understand what it means to not deceive in a dark room, and no one has taught him. In places where there is no one, he has to suppress his own nature and make the choices he should make.
The evil dragon wants to guard his treasure tonight.
He retracted his gaze, and when he closed his arm, he actually hugged this person in his arms. He leaned forward slightly, holding Jiang Suizhou directly, and got up from the wheelchair.
He just got up, walking very hard.
However, he slowly but steadily hugged Jiang Suizhou, walked slowly to the side of the bed, and put him on his bed.
At the moment when he hit the pillow, Jiang Suizhou opened his eyes dimly.
Seeing that it was Huo Wujiu, he showed a slow smile.
"Huo Wujiu." His voice was extremely soft, almost only his lips were moving.
"I won't let you kill me." He was so drunk that he was dizzy, and he actually told Huo Wujiu what he really wanted.
But before the clothes rubbed, Huo Wujiu only listened to it.
"Huo Wujiu, I won't let you die." He heard Jiang Suizhou say like this.
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