When Qin Qiaozhi found Ming Le, Ming Le was already in a state of drunkenness and refused to leave no matter what.
"Ming Le! Ming Le!" Qin Qiaozhi tried to call his name to wake him up, but no matter how much he called Ming Le, he was still in a coma. After that, I gave him some water to drink, and he became a little more awake.
"Ming Le! Can you hear me? Why do you drink so much alcohol by yourself, you make people panic to death, do you know?" Qin Qiaozhi patted Ming Le's face lightly, and finally his eyes lighted up a little. As soon as he thought of his grievances these days, he started to lose his temper with Qin Qiaozhi by taking advantage of the alcohol. "Master? The master doesn't want me anymore, so why be so anxious! I'm just someone nobody wants. Let me go!" Seeing that someone was still pulling me, I tried my best to break free.
"I... I... I want to drink! Xiao Er! Bring the wine! I want to spend all the money!"
"Ming Le, you are already drunk, you can't drink anymore! Be good! Let's go home first, shall we?" Qin Qiaozhi dared not let him drink any more, put Ming Le's hand on his shoulder, and pulled him hard stand up. The servants of the Ye Mansion on the side also hurried forward to help.
"I'm sorry for the trouble today, everyone. I'll take care of the rest by myself. You guys should go back and tell Young Master Ye so you don't have to worry about it." After speaking, he staggered forward step by step with Ming Le on his back.
As a result, Mingle was not worrying along the way.
"Well... I still want to drink! Where's the wine?... Let's go! Let's go get another glass!" For a while, Qin Qiao was holding on to him, just to drink; In short, he ran unsteadily and shouted "Look! Butterfly! Don't go! Don't go!" Qin Qiaozhi was tormented enough. Hurriedly grabbed Ming Le who was about to run forward, for fear that he would suddenly fall. "Ming Le, be good! We're back home, don't run around." Looking at Ming Le's appearance, he would never let Ming Le drink wine in his life, even if he drank it, he would not let him be so indulgent Pouring yourself so much.
The person who thought he was holding him back at first was about to scold him for stopping him from grabbing the butterflies, but the wine was blown away by the cold wind and his mind cleared up a bit. He saw that it was Qin who was holding him. Suddenly, a sense of grievance came to my heart in an instant.
"Master? Why are you here... You.....Didn't you want me?"
Seeing Ming Le finish speaking with tears in her eyes, she cowardly lowered her head, like a child who did something wrong. Qin Qiaozhi couldn't show any ruthlessness. Gently wiped away the tears stained on the child's eyelashes, and coaxed him with the most gentle tone, "Why would I not want you?" Seemingly comforting herself, she also pulled Ming Le into her arms, and patted her back lightly, as gently as patting a baby's back. Ming Le opened his mouth slightly in surprise by this action.
"Master... son?"
"It's my fault. It's because I ignored you these days and only cared about the things in my mind. I lost all your concern and words to you. Who knows, I lost you in the end. Of course I want to come out and find you. Without my pistachio, I will not be happy in the future. You, you! It’s so easy to find, I’ve been looking for it for so long. However, at last It’s not lost! Let’s take a look, it’s my Ming Le, that’s right!” Really leaned closer and stared at Ming Le carefully.
"No! I was wrong! I only cared about my own emotions and didn't care about Master's feelings, and even lost my temper with Master. It made you look for me so late, your health is not good... . What if... what if...." He really couldn't think of what to do if something happened to the master when he was looking for him, he couldn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it.
"Damn me! I... I was wrong, master! Don't want me... I will change!"
Qin Qiaozhi and Ren Mingle grabbed his clothes, nestled in the hollow of his shoulder and cried loudly. I thought that the child must have been frightened to collapse like this. After all, it is all caused by one's own reasons.
Seeing that Mingle has cried enough, her mood has stabilized a little. "Good boy! Let's go back to the mansion first. Butler Zhao is still waiting for your news in the mansion. Everyone is worried about you. Huh?"
"Well.....Master...."
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" He was worried that Ming Le would feel unwell after drinking too much, so he hurriedly asked.
"It's not... I... .I... .I...."
"It's okay, tell me, can I help you?"
Hearing the master said to help herself, Ming Le also plucked up the courage to say, "I... I'm afraid... I'm afraid... Will the prince..." In the end, he lost his confidence and said more and more.
"It's okay, my father is not such an unreasonable person. I am responsible for today's incident. If there is a punishment, I will only be punished. You don't have to worry."
Hearing that Qin Qiaozhi took all the responsibility on himself, Ming Le was of course not happy. It is said that alcohol is three points courageous, but it is not false at all.
"It's obviously me! I'm the one who caused such a disaster, the master doesn't need to be punished for me! I'm the only one who does the work!"
"Okay, it doesn't matter whether you will be punished or not. Let's go back to the mansion first."
"Yes." Then Qin Qiaozhi slightly supported himself and went back.
After returning, Ming Le thought that there was no punishment. It was just a few words of reproach to myself, and in the end, I was punished to go to the kitchen to help in the past few days. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief, the master would not be implicated and punished, otherwise he would die of embarrassment.
"Master! Come drink tea!" Seeing that Ming Le also returned to the previous lively state, Qin Qiaozhi also became happy.
"Let's put it away for now. Have you got all the invitations for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Ming Le didn't know why Qin Qiaozhi suddenly asked, but he never asked a question before. But he still answered honestly, "It's been done a long time ago, and it has been sent to the homes of all the guests." Unexpectedly, Qin Qiaozhi's next words made Ming Le stupid.
"You make a special trip to deliver this invitation and letter to Ye Dasheng."
"Ye Dasheng? Why? Why does the master invite such a person?"
"Don't forget that he called someone to find it for you, and you are also thanking him for inviting him."
"But... I know... I'll do it now." Ming Le just wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a reason. snort! If Ye Dasheng didn't look for him, wouldn't he be able to come back? But he still resigned to his fate and did what his master told him to do.
On the way, he scolded Ye Dasheng all the way, who told him to meddle in his own business. snort!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Ming Le vented his emotions on the doorknob of Ye Mansion, shaking the wooden door knocked by the silver lion knocker. I'm afraid that even the ridge beast on the cliff at the entrance will wake up, I can't wait to swallow Mingle in one gulp.
"Here we come! Isn't this... the young master Ming Le of Prince Qin's family? May I ask what's going on here?" Now Ming Le is well-known in the Ye Mansion. One who doesn't know him. Of course, you have to entertain well, just because you are afraid that something will go wrong.
Looking at the boy who opened the door, he smiled at himself with a smile on his face, feeling uncomfortable all over. He cleared his throat and explained the business. "My master asked me to give this to Ye Dasheng!" After speaking, he stuffed the invitation card and letter into the boy's arms and left. But after taking two steps, he turned and walked back.
"Is there something else, little boy?"
"I... you give Ye Dasheng a word for me... just... just... just say that you bothered him that night... and more! Don't mess with my master again, next time I'm not welcome!" This time he really left.
"Is that what Ming Le said?" After receiving the things and hearing what the boy passed on, Ye Dasheng felt that Ming Le had a bit of a conscience, and the sentence that provoked his master sounded irritating, when did he provoke him? ? Obviously it was Ming Le who provoked Qin Qiaozhi in a day, and even ran away from home after making trouble. Who is provoking whom? But just think of the invitation and letter Qin Qiaozhi sent, so forget it, forgive him!
Ye Dasheng stared at the letter and read it over and over again, which made Gao Ji think that there was something strange, but Ye Dasheng grinned to his ears, probably it was not a bad thing. Shaking his head, this master has been strangely nervous recently. He used to make things difficult for him from time to time every day, but these days he is surprisingly quiet. He often spends the whole afternoon in a daze beside the table or on the bed. I'm afraid I'm bewitched by something.
Ye Dasheng was so happy now that he held on to the letter written by Qin Qiaozhi, his heart was pounding, and the excitement in his heart was about to burst out of his throat. Hands gently stroked every word written by Qin Qiaozhi, as if touching the most beautiful treasure in the world. It's really beautiful to touch and boast about the characters. This is the first time he wrote a letter to himself, of course he will keep it and treasure it for a lifetime! But why didn't you praise yourself? Even after reading through the letter paper, I couldn't find a word to praise myself. It seems that he will have to ask him to write more letters to himself in the future!
In fact, the content of the letter is nothing more than a sentence.
"Please come to the house on Mid-Autumn Eve, remember your promise."
"How could I forget? I've been thinking about it for a long time, and you must not read it as much as I do!" Ye Dasheng stared at Xin alone and said to himself. Although his tone seemed to be arguing, the happiness on his face was clearly revealed. Gao Ji didn't know what was going on, he looked at Ye Dasheng as if he wanted to see the letter as a flower, and read it again and again. I don't know what to say. Then he withdrew too, leaving him alone to watch slowly...
"Yezhi! I can finally see you." After speaking, Ye Dasheng put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and the faint fragrance of ink penetrated into his heart through his nostrils, making his heart feel sweet. Carefully packed the letter and received it in a box on my desk. I began to think about how to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with Qiao Zhi, this is how they spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together, it must be special!
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