Liao Chongwu avoided Zhong Ming'e's gaze, carefully wiped his wet face clean, and then went to wipe Zhong Ming'e's hands. After the long and slender hands were wiped clean, Liao Chongwu slowly opened his mouth: "Prince and concubine are not feeling well, so it is right for His Highness to take care of her."
"Understood. You don't need to remind me!" Zhong Ming'e looked at Liao Chongwu coldly with his originally confused eyes. He hooked his lips mockingly. "Back off, I'm going to rest in the backyard tonight, so I don't need you to follow me."
"Yes. This subordinate resigns." Liao Chongwu bowed while clutching the handkerchief tightly in his hand.
Zhong Ming'e looked at him coldly, then rubbed Liao Chongwu's shoulder. Stride out of the study. Followed the little maid to the backyard.
Liao Chongwu stood there in a daze, watching Zhong Ming'e's thin figure gradually disappear into the dark night, and finally let go of his tightly clenched hands. The palm of the hand that was scratched by the nail was dripping with blood. But he also felt no pain. He stared blankly at the piece of handkerchief that fell to the ground, and then slapped himself hard on the face.
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In a lonely courtyard. Liao Chongwu sat by the well with a jar of Fenjiu at his feet. An empty bowl was in his hand, and a heavy cloak was draped over his lap. Liao Chongwu gently stroked the cloak with his hand. Just now, this cloak was still draped on Zhong Ming'e's body, and the strong smell of wine also smelled of him. Liao Chongwu put down the empty bowl in his hand, hugged the cloak in his arms, and hugged it tightly. Then, he buried his face in the cloak, sniffed deeply, and tried hard to distinguish Zhong Ming'e's smell from it. He usually smoked agarwood.
In fact, how could a military general like Liao Chongwu understand these fragrances, but he could distinguish the smell of agarwood. He had smelled this smell for thirteen years, and it had already penetrated into his bones...
After tonight, Zhong Ming'e will be a normal man, a son who will not disappoint Concubine Shu, and a prince who is capable of competing with the third prince. In the near future, the second prince and concubine will be born. Xia Lin'er, the second prince who has been married and barren for a long time can finally feel proud, and can stand upright in front of the third prince.
This is what he has always wanted to see, and this is what he as a subordinate hopes most for his master, but at this time, why is he so heartbroken
When he looked up again, Liao Chongwu's eyes were slightly red. He picked up the wine jar and poured another large bowl of wine, and drank the bitter and spicy wine. He was so choked that he coughed for a long time. Not very tall, he became the prince's personal bodyguard when he was more than ten years old, and he has to be vigilant all the time. He has never touched a drop of alcohol, so when did he start drinking
Liao Chongwu thought about the day when Zhong Ming'e came out of Yanxi Palace in a daze, the most proud and noble young man in the past leaned on his shoulder and wept twitchingly. Undoubtedly fatal.
"Liao Chongwu, what should I do?" On such a dark night, Zhong Ming'e asked him with red eyes, "Why is it so difficult? I thought I would be able to go much smoother without Zhong Mingwei, but why is it still so difficult? "
In fact, he doesn't have to make it so difficult.
The third prince was arrogant and arrogant. Although he was born noble, he was not as pleasing as the second prince in front of the Long Live Lord, but so what? How could Long Live Lord appoint a prince who is nearly thirty years old but has never had a child as the crown prince
Therefore, he really doesn't need to be so difficult, as long as he is willing to go to the backyard and accept the woman's flesh and suppleness.
That day, from the beginning to the end, Liao Chongwu didn't say a word, and let Zhong Ming'e pour out his distress in front of him. Later, Zhong Ming'e fell asleep with tears, and he sent Zhong Ming'e back to the room, and then he knocked on the door in the night. He walked through the door of the restaurant, and in the sleepy eyes of the waiter in the shop, he drank a whole jug of Fenjiu.
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Today, it is still such a dark night, and it is still a jar of Fenjiu to drink alone, but why is this wine so hard to swallow
What is he doing again? At this time, are you listening to Mrs. Zou confide in her heart, or are you enjoying Mrs. Zou's style
Liao Chongwu smiled bitterly, grabbed the wine jar suddenly, raised it to the top of his head, and poured it down. The cold wine poured from his head to his feet. It became clear.