The night is hazy, the shadows of trees outside the window are swaying, and the moss is deep and shallow.
A brocade screen with a crane pattern stands in front of the desk, and silver light falls silently on the screen.
"Song Lingzhi, do you really want to stay in the palace?"
The third princess also asked Song Lingzhi the same question at dusk.
Song Lingzhi's heart was like a raging storm, his eyes widened in shock, "You..."
The fingers on the wrist slowly moved upwards, and Shen Yan's fingers gently stroked Song Lingzhi's cheek.
The aftertaste of Jiannanchun spreads to the tip of the nose.
Song Lingzhi's heart was beating violently, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and his light-colored eyes fell into the dark night, as if falling into an endless abyss.
The black eyes in front of him were very close. Shen Yan stared at them steadily, his voice very hoarse.
There was a hint of drunkenness in his eyes, and it seemed that the clarity just now was just Song Lingzhi's illusion.
"Shen Yan, you..."
The back of his neck fell easily into Shen Yan's palm, and his lips and teeth were filled with the scent of Jiannanchun.
Jiannanchun is spicy and hot, and the strong liquor goes down Song Lingzhi's throat.
The palm on the neck gradually tightened.
After a while, there was a faint smell of blood at the corners of his lips.
Song Lingzhi tried her best to push away the black shadow in front of her, with one of her hands still in Shen Yan's.
The breath gradually became weaker.
The hazy gauze drawer reflected two embracing shadows.
Just before she was about to suffocate, her fair wrists suddenly broke free from the shackles.
Shen Yan seemed to be really drunk. His tall body leaned heavily on Song Lingzhi's shoulders, not moving at all.
He fell into a deep sleep.
Song Lingzhi was stunned: "Shen Yan, Shen..."
While being surprised, he caught a glimpse of the black silver self-pouring pot on the table. It was full of Jiannanchun, but now the bottom of the pot is empty.
Song Lingzhi glared angrily at the dark shadow on her shoulder. She was already thin, and she walked towards the bedroom with the drunk Shen Yan, staggering and unsteady.
After finally helping the person onto the couch, Song Lingzhi was immediately sweating profusely and panting.
The palace maid entered the hall quietly, holding a wash basin and various toiletries in her hands.
Bai Zhi stood quietly by the side, helping Song Lingzhi wash and wash: "Madam, do you want to return to Mingzhi Palace, or..."
Song Lingzhi frowned, raised his hand to interrupt Bai Zhi, and turned to look at the palace maid kneeling on the ground.
"Your Majesty, have you been to the parade ground before dinner?"
The palace maids knelt on the ground with their heads bowed, their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to hide even the slightest bit.
"Your Majesty, His Majesty was indeed out for a while."
However, at that time, only Yue Xu was with him, and no one else, so the palace people didn't know where Shen Yan had gone.
The palace maid didn't look like she was hiding anything.
Song Lingzhi frowned and said lightly, "I see."
The palace maid raised her eyes quietly: "My queen, please ask me to call the imperial physician over. If at night..."
It was impossible to have anyone serving in Shen Yan's bedroom, so in the past the palace servants only stayed under the eaves.
But now Shen Yan was drunk, and if something happened at night, he would not be able to get up and call for help.
Song Lingzhi rubbed his brows and said, "Forget it. I'll stay here tonight and ask the imperial kitchen to send some hangover soup over."
There were lights everywhere in the hall, and the candlelight was swaying gently.
Song Lingzhi was wearing a moon-white nightgown with a branch pattern, and she lowered her head to look at Shen Yan on the couch.