Qinghua looked at the direction he left, then looked at the room behind him, and smiled.
"Zhuge Jinqing, you claim to be unwilling to get into it, but who can escape?"
………
Zhuge Jinqing returned to the National Master's Mansion angrily. The servants beside him didn't understand why, so he didn't dare to breathe heavily while breathing.
It seemed like a fire in his heart burning his chest and felt depressed. Jin Qing picked up the kettle beside him and poured it into his mouth without saying a word.
The water was turbulent and overflowing, sliding down from his slender neck, soaking his collar.
Not enough...not enough...this is not enough!
He was dissatisfied and threw out the kettle and scolded him angrily.
"Where is the wine? Where did the wine go? What I want is wine! It's not boiled water! This is not done well, so what's the use for you!"
The general manager bent over him in fear and went to pick up the kettle on the ground and murmured.
"Young Master, this is just boiled water... You remembered it wrongly..."
"Um?"
Jin Qing let out a cold look, which scared the boss and other maids to stand up, and said in panic in cold sweat.
Everyone ignored the things in their hands and retreated one after another, followed the butler in shame.
Zhuge Jingshu heard something moving in the hall and thought it was her brother who had come back. When she walked over, she saw groups of underground people hurried out.
He was puzzled and turned around and came to his brother with his skirt in front of him.
"Brother, why are they all gone?"
"Don't worry about them, they are like mice seeing cats, looking down all day long with their heads and tails down and looking at them with annoying!"
Zhuge Jinqing grabbed the messy hair, pinched his frowning frown in his heart, and pursed his lips and said nothing.
Jingshu knew that her brother was in a bad mood again, so she thought about how much she guessed and said to comfort her.
"Isn't that because my brother is in a capricious mood, they are all afraid of offending you?"
"Just, if I'm not angry, then am I still a human? No! Then am I still a demon?"
Jin Qing had a calm and spoke with a grudge.
"They are just making excuses for themselves!"
"Didn't my brother make excuses for himself?"
Jingshu glanced at him, her bright eyes straight at her brother, making the other person's face full of ignorance.
"What do you mean by that...?"
"Brother, are you the same as before?"
"Hey? That's wrong. Mine is indeed real..."
Zhuge Jinqing looked up at Jingshu, and the words that were about to blurt out suddenly stopped. The gloom on his face also disappeared with the sudden enlightenment in his heart. He curled his lips and withdrew his gaze unnaturally.
Jingshu smiled slightly, raised her lips and placed her hand on the back of his hand.
"Brother, you know now."
"Even so, so what? I still feel uncomfortable. Sometimes, I really wish I had never been sober."
Jin Qing was sad, unwilling to accept it and felt bitter, and he clenched his hands on the table with a hammer.
"Where is the wine? When is it? The wine won't come back!"
Zhuge Jingshu took back her hand and looked at the people under her hands with great concern to deliver the wine can quickly, and made a sound to stop them.
"This wine is enough, put the remaining wine back in the cellar."
"But, the young master..."
The housekeeper hesitated not knowing whether to advance or retreat, but heard Jingshu continue.