After a while, Na Tuo moved a few times, opened his bloodshot eyes and looked around, then raised the wine bottle in his hand and poured it into his mouth.
But not a drop of wine could be poured out.
He immediately swung his hand and threw the wine bottle out.
Hit the ground hard!
"Bang" sound.
Crushed to pieces.
He looked at the wine bottle that fell to the ground in front of him, and threw himself forward, grabbing at will with both hands.
But it's all empty wine bottles.
"Somebody, somebody!" he yelled.
But no one responded for a long time.
"Where are the people? Where did they all die? Wine, give me wine."
Still no answer.
He was lying on the ground, unable to make a sound anymore to shout.
for a long time-
The door finally opened.
But it was not the girl and the servant in the house who came in, but a woman in white clothes.
The woman stopped in front of him.
Natuo followed the pair of white cloth shoes in front of him, his eyes slowly moving upwards.
But when it landed on the woman's knee, it was powerless to lift it up.
The head dropped.
Jing Xuan lowered her gaze and looked at the man lying in front of her, with a calm expression and an elusive emotion in her eyes.
After a long time, she slowly squatted down.
A very bright white dress.
Her slender fingers brushed lightly over the loose hair of Tuo, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she said, "Don't you want the throne the most? Then I'll let you taste it too, what is it that you can't get?"
The sound echoed in the air...
Weird and cold.
Na Tuo faintly heard something, and moved his body.
No more movement!
Jing Xuan looked at him coldly, then got up and went out.
As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw a little girl carrying a basin of water and was about to go in. When she saw Jing Xuan in white clothes and her hair was loose, she was taken aback, her hand shook, and the wooden basin fell from her hand. .
smashed to the ground.
A bucket full of water spilled out.
It splashed on Jing Xuan's clothes.
"Wang... Princess?" The girl stared at her with wide eyes.
In the middle of the night, a woman dressed like this and walked out of it would be afraid of anyone else.
Jing Xuan looked at her and said, "When the prince wakes up tomorrow, remember to persuade him to stop drinking."
"...Yes!" The girl trembled, "Princess, what are you?"
Jing Xuan did not respond to her, her hands were softly placed on both sides, her back was straight, and she walked forward step by step without looking sideways.
In the end, only that girl was left with a thin and lonely back.
After a long time, the little girl reacted.
Turning around and entering the room, seeing that Tuo was lying motionless on the ground, he hurriedly called someone and carried the drunk prince onto the bed.
Just... what is the princess doing here
…
The next day, Natuo woke up from the bed feeling unwell.
Severe pain in the head.
He got out of bed, went out from the inner room, and found that the room had been cleaned up.
No mess at all.
However, he still couldn't get any energy, he sat down on the chair and shouted at the outside: "Come on."
The girl came in from the outside hunched over.
"What are your orders from the lord?"
Na Tuo propped his head up and raised his eyebrows softly: "Go get some wine."
"My lord, still..." Stop drinking.
After saying this, he was interrupted by Natuo immediately.
"Don't hurry up," he said.
The little girl didn't move.
Natuo looked at her with bloodshot, haggard eyes, and said, "Didn't you hear what this king said? This king said he wanted wine!"
"The slaves heard it, but..."
"but what?"
"Last night... The princess came last night and said that she asked the servants to persuade the prince to stop drinking."
What
Nato thought he had heard it wrong.
"What did you say?"
"After the lord got drunk in it last night, the princess came."
"Bang!" Na Tuo raised his head and slapped the table with his hand.
"Didn't this king say it? The princess is forbidden to walk around. Are you taking this king's words as a deaf ear?"
"No, the lord, the slaves don't know how the princess came here last night? At that time, she was wearing a..."
"A suit of what?"
"All in white with hair on."
What is this operation
late at night!
White clothes!
With hair down!
Isn't that what a ghost is
Natuo thought he had heard it wrong again, stood up, and asked with confirmation, "Are you sure it was the princess who came last night?"
"Yes."
"What is she here for?"
"This is not clear, but when you leave, let the slave wait for the prince to wake up and advise you to drink less alcohol."
Nato: "…"
Why do I always feel cold in my back
Somewhat strange.
Although he was angry, before Gong Shilin died, he said that he would not treat Jing Xuan.
This is probably the only thing he can do.
…
the other side.
A piece of news spread among the officials.
Three days later, there will be a lantern festival next to Wenqiao.
Many writers and nobles in the city were invited to participate.
Who is hosting it
It is unknown!
Most of the students who participated in the examination were invited.
Song Zhi is no exception!
He was surprised to see the invitation letter in his hand, and stayed for a long time!
Because he is different from others.
In addition to being able to write poetry, one is not a great writer, two is not a dignitary, and three has no background.
Unlike other students, they are either rich or powerful, or they have already become a disciple from an adult.
Therefore, he was deeply skeptical that he could be invited.
Lang Bo happened to pass by the door of his room.
I saw him sitting at the desk holding something and looking at it.
His face was very confused.
"What are you looking at?" he asked towards the room.
The sound from the door suddenly startled Song Zhi.
He turned around suddenly, and saw Lang Bo's round eyes looking at him curiously.
He quickly hid the invitation letter in his hand into his sleeve.
"nothing."
There was a wicked smile on the corner of Lang Bo's mouth: "Could it be a letter from some girl's family to you?"
Man, what you said is too literary.
Wouldn't it be easier to understand a love letter directly
Song Zhi's face turned red.
He got up and said shyly, "Mr. Lang... What are you talking about, I... No, how can a girl like me like this?"
"Then show it to me."
"Not a good thing."
"Let me see."
Lang Bo insisted on watching.
Quickly tug at his sleeve.
The speed was so fast that Song Zhi didn't even react. The invitation letter that he had hidden in his sleeve just now was pulled by Lang Bo.
Lang Bo was overjoyed.
He thought he had caught Song Zhi's weakness.
However, when he looked at the thing in his hand, he realized that it was not a love letter at all, but an invitation letter.
Immediately lost interest.
Throwing the thing to him: "Cut, I thought it was something."
Song Zhi quickly caught the invitation and patted it with his hand. Very cherished.