"Will you go in and look for death?" Bo Langjun's cold voice sounded in Luo Jiaojiao's ears.

"Why did he come? I must be drunk!" Luo Jiaojiao stumbled and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"You're so drunk that you're so drunk! Don't worry!" Bo Langjun picked up Luo Jiaojiao who almost fell down and walked forward.

"It's really you! Hehe!" Luo Jiaojiao raised her hand to touch Bo Langjun's cheek with drunken eyes.

"Don't move around! Or I'll throw you in the street market!"

Bo Langjun wiped his lower eyelids and glanced at his cheeks flushed. Although he was dressed as a man, Luo Jiaojiao's heartbeat was still fast.

"This road is wrong!" Luo Jiaojiao was not drunk completely. She found that Bo Langjun was carrying her and walking on the way back to the inn.

Bo Langjun ignored Luo Jiaojiao's words. He had seen his carriage and accelerated his pace. Luo Jiaojiao seemed petite, but it was quite heavy, which made him difficult to hold.

Luo Jiaojiao fell asleep while sitting in the carriage. Jiang Yu went to another direction to search and had not come back yet.

The curfew in the imperial city was about to come, and Bo Langjun frowned and walked out of the carriage box. He looked around, then sat in the coachman's position and picked up the horse whip.

"Mr. You're better!" Zhuang Qing appeared.

Bo Langjun threw the whip into Zhuang Qing's hand angrily. He blamed Zhuang Qing for not appearing early and saw that he was about to drive.

Zhuang Qing took the whip thrown by Bo Langjun to him, and felt like a mirror in his heart, but pretended to be unknown and got on the carriage, and then drove the car to Donglang Tea Arts Store.

Bo Langjun sat beside Luo Jiaojiao and sulked. However, Luo Jiaojiao hugged his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder.

A strong smell of wine made Bo Langjun turn his head away. He wanted to pull Luo Jiaojiao's hand holding his arm away, but he never thought that she would actually hug his waist and lay in his arms.

"She is drunk! Let her go!" Bo Langjun frowned and closed his eyes, comforting himself in his heart.

Luo Jiaojiao woke up from a hangover and it was already the early morning of the second day. She found herself sleeping in the familiar room of Donglang Tea Arts House.

Everything in the room was the same as before, and it did not change at all. Luo Jiaojiao walked gently to the outside room and saw Bo Langjun sitting at the low table.

There was a light breakfast on the table. The light from the doors and windows of the room shook Luo Jiaojiao's eyes a little blurred. She saw that Bo Langjun's face was illuminated by the light, very white, but became more handsome.

"Sit down!" Bo Langjun picked up the chopsticks, but his eyes looked at the door of the house.

Jiang Yu gently pulled up the door of the house. Luo Jiaojiao cleaned the face in a copper basin filled with clear water, and then sat opposite Bo Langjun.

Bo Langjun found that Luo Jiaojiao had changed, and she no longer ignored her food. He was a little unaccustomed to her changes and looked at her motionlessly with chopsticks.

"Young Master, aren't you hungry?" Luo Jiaojiao even spoke softly.

Bo Langjun picked up the bowl, ate some of it in a hurry and put it down. He cleared his throat and said, "You are still the same as you are, which makes people feel more comfortable."

"Didn't your husband always like the lady of a family? Why can't you stand it now?" Luo Jiaojiao put down her bowl and chopsticks, wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up.

"I'd better come and clean up!" Jiang Yu walked in and took the bowls and chopsticks from Luo Jiaojiao's hand and put them in the food box quickly.

"You are my wife, just leave these things to the servants." Bo Langjun said lightly.

Madam? By the way! He is Yang Zilan now! Luo Jiaojiao looked at Bo Langjun with a blue flowered mask on her face and couldn't help but her eyelids twitched.

"Why didn't my wife say hello to her husband this time? What if something goes wrong, how can you end up with your husband?" Bo Langjun looked carefully at his slender fingers.

"I'm sorry! I just want to find an antidote for my sister to make up for her previous mistakes." Luo Jiaojiao lowered her head and knelt on the ground.

"Just you can enter the Zhao Mansion?" Bo Langjun's tone was cold, and his eyes moved from his hand to Luo Jiaojiao's face.

"I can't get in!" Luo Jiaojiao lowered her head.

"Well! Since you are here, you must investigate, but you can't act without permission!" Bo Langjun finally did not make any decision to punish Luo Jiaojiao. On the contrary, he wanted to help Luo Jiaojiao.

"Yes!" Luo Jiaojiao bowed to Bo Langjun and gave a big gift.

"No matter whether this trip is successful or not, you can't stay in Beijing for too long!" Bo Langjun mentioned Luo Jiaojiao.

"Assuming the arrangements of your husband in everything!" Luo Jiaojiao gave another gusto.

"There is no one else! You don't have to be too polite!" Bo Langjun felt that Luo Jiaojiao was much more disagreeable with him. He remembered the incident when Luo Jiaojiao stayed on him all night because she was drunk last night.

Bo Langjun saw Luo Jiaojiao's appearance this morning and knew that she no longer remembered what happened last night, and she couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"Mr. Zhou Xinqi is here!" Mrs. Liang's personal maid Fu'er politely saluted outside the door.

"It's coming very quickly! Could it be..." Bo Langjun pondered for a moment, then slowly stood up and stood up.

Luo Jiaojiao took the hanger and put it on the cicada silk robe, and put it on Bo Langjun. Bo Langjun only realized at this time that Luo Jiaojiao was not a person who was ignorant of etiquette, but was just unwilling to be bound by him before.

"Wait for me to come back!" Bo Langjun whispered to Luo Jiaojiao.

"Yes!" Luo Jiaojiao made a big mistake because she had caused trouble, so she deliberately restrained her indulgent and willful nature, not to win the favor of Bo Langjun. But Bo Langjun mistakenly thought that Luo Jiaojiao changed herself because of his preferences, and she felt very comfortable.

Zhou Xinqi came by the invitation of Mrs. Liang. Last night, Miss Liang saw Bo Langjun holding the drunk Luo Jiaojiao into the tea art workshop, and jealousy arose in her heart.

Luo Jiaojiao obviously entered the imperial city privately, otherwise Bo Langjun would not have known that she had sent someone to secretly search and protect her.

It is a death sentence to dare to act without the orders of the master. Not only did Bo Langjun not let himself arrest her, but instead... Madam Liang became more annoyed the more she thought about it, and her face couldn't help but reveal it.

"Am I here at the right time?" Zhou Xinqi put down the tea in his hand and said softly.

"How could it be?" Madam Liang realized that she had lost her composure and smiled unnaturally.

"Why are you doing well, Miss Zhou?" Bo Langjun slowly walked into the Xiangniya room and bowed.

When Madam Liang saw that Bo Langjun had come, she quickly got up to salute and then retreated.

"Mr. Lang seems a little tired!" Zhou Xinqi has excellent eyesight.

"I have been running around for a few days, it's okay!" Bo Langjun sat opposite Madam Zhou and smiled slightly.

"Can your business be smooth?" Zhou Xinqi poured a cup of tea for Bo Langjun and placed it in front of him.

"Thank you! The business is good! Jiang Yu!" Bo Langjun turned his head and called out the door.

Jiang Yu walked in with an exquisite brocade box in his hand. He placed the brocade box in front of Zhou Xinqi.

"See if you can see if you can see it?" Bo Langjun raised his hand and signaled Madam Liang to open the brocade box.

When Madam Liang opened the brocade box, she couldn't help but smile. She took out a dagger with a ruby ​​sheath from the box, held the handle and slowly pulled it out.

A sharp black light flashed by, and Zhou Xinqi suddenly looked happy. She realized that the dagger was made of Wujin and was extremely sharp.

"How can I thank you for sending me such a valuable thing? Why not come to the house to enjoy the moon tomorrow?" Zhou Xinqi seemed to say casually, but her face was already hot. Tomorrow is the day for the family to reunite on August 15th, and her meaning is already very obvious.

"Since I have come to the imperial city, I naturally have to go to visit the Taiwei, but I will leave tomorrow. I wonder if it is appropriate?" Bo Langjun looked up at Zhou Xinqi.

Zhou Xinqi had already put the dagger back into the sheath and put it in the box. She was quite happy to see that Bo Langjun did not refuse.

"When I return to my father, I will post it!" Zhou Xinqi stood up and bowed with the brocade box.

Bo Langjun sent Zhou Xinqi to the carriage before turning around. He glanced at the lady Liang beside him and said, "Don't make a decision in the future!"
Chapter completed!