"Ugh... ugh..." Mo Yichen waved away the hangover soup held in Ye Luo's hand. The small celadon bowl shattered into several pieces on the ground, and the concoction splashed everywhere.
Ye Luo ignored the mess on the floor and kicked the basin to the corner of the bed, carefully patted Mo Yichen's back, wrung out the handkerchief with warm water, and wiped the dirt from the corners of his mouth.
He sighed distressedly, and let him get drunk.
I have been guarding against this and that all day long. I have never had a day without worry. Even when I go to bed, I am half asleep and half awake. If I am not careful, I will be chewed to the bone. It has been more than 20 years.
, living in conspiracies and calculations every day, your heart has already been forged into an iron wall, and you are injured and riddled with holes. How painful must it be?
"Wine, bring the wine... vomit..."
Ye Luo looked at the red blood in the basin and felt anxious. Looking at Mo Yichen who looked pale, his heart ached. This bastard actually drank to the point of stomach bleeding.
"Binglu." Ye Luo shouted outside.
"Princess, on this ground?" A little maid walked in and was a little surprised to see the mess all over the room.
Ye Luo glanced at it and saw that the person coming was not Binglu, "Your name is Du Juan, where is Binglu?"
Only then did he remember that this maid who looked familiar was the maid who had informed him of the news from the dressing room last time. In order to avoid Murong Lian's ambition to take this little maid, she took her back to her yard. She was entangled in a lot of things. Time
After a while, she forgot about this incident. Bingyue was still at Qianfo Temple, so this girl must have been called by Binglu to help.
"Sister Binglu just went to the small kitchen. She asked the slave to guard here. I will call her right now." The little maid did not dare to look up at Ye Luo.
"That's all, there's no need to call her. Just clean the floor first and then bring a basin of hot water." Ye Luo just looked at her lightly.
"Ah." The little girl shouted in panic, and the porcelain piece in her hand fell to the ground again and rolled around a few times.
"Is it hurt?" Ye Luo looked at the little maid kneeling on the ground tremblingly and kowtowing to apologize. She couldn't help but stroke her forehead. She was so timid that she couldn't even put away her things.
"Did you hurt your hand?" Ye Luo wanted to step forward to see if the little maid was hurt, but Mo Yichen couldn't leave her for a moment like this, so he had to ask patiently again.
It's more convenient for people to use it. Bingyue will come back tomorrow. Mo Yichen can't figure it out in a day or two. She needs to be in charge of the affairs in the house. The second brother is still in prison and the outside world doesn't know.
It's such a mess. Apart from Binglu, there isn't even a single maid who can take charge of her own affairs.
"No...no..." Du Juan looked at Ye Luo in surprise. When she saw Ye Luo looking at her with a smile, she hurriedly lowered her head.
"As long as you're not hurt, just pack your things. You don't need to be polite here." Ye Luo didn't bother to say more about what was on his mind, so he could only try to keep his voice as soft as possible to avoid scaring her again.
"Yes, slave... slave, I will... clean up..." the little maid stammered.
Ye Luo said no more and just focused on taking care of Mo Yichen. Maybe he was tired from all the hard work, but Mo Yichen fell asleep after a while.
"Give this to Binglu, she knows what to do, and then tell the kitchen to cook some millet porridge and keep it warm." After writing the prescription, Ye Luo ordered when he saw Du Juan changing a basin of hot water and was about to leave.
"Yes, this slave knows." Du Juan said timidly.
"Wait a minute." Ye Luo turned around and took out a medicine bottle from the cabinet, put it in Du Juan's hand, and pointed to the place where she was cut by the bowl piece. Du Juan inevitably knelt on the ground and thanked her.
The white fog gradually dissipated in the early morning, and the sunlight sneaked in through the window lattice. Ye Luo opened his eyes, rubbed his sore neck, suddenly sat up straight, looked at the empty bed, and stood up suddenly.
The cloak on her body fell to the ground, and Ye Luo bent down to pick it up. She fell asleep in a daze at night, and the bed was already cool. Ye Luo rubbed the cloak in his hand. Could it be that he had covered her with it.
Ye Luo couldn't help but feel a little tenderness in her heart. Where are the others?
"Ice dew." Is he going to drink again? Zuihonglou asked her to set it on fire. Let's see where else he can go to drink this time.
"Miss, you're awake, let's wash up first." Binglu held a piece of water in her hand and placed it on the scaffolding, then handed the wrung-out handkerchief to Ye Luo.
"Where is he?" Ye Luo wiped his face casually without thinking.
"Miss, are you asking Bingyue? I have already sent the letter and should be back at noon." Binglu tidied up the already neat dressing table.
"Do you know who I'm asking?" Ye Luo rolled his eyes at Binglu. What did this girl hide from her?
"Miss, he is in the study room." Binglu said angrily.
"In the study? I'll go take a look." Ye Luo frowned slightly. Why did Bingyue look like he was about to eat someone in the study?
"Miss..." Binglu shouted from behind. Before she could say the words, Ye Luo disappeared.
Miss, there was a message from Princess Chou's courtyard just now that Princess Chou is pregnant and unwell, so she will not come to greet you.
Bing Lu was slandering in her heart. After staying in the palace for such a long time, she never saw the so-called side princess greeting her once. The lady just came back last night. She got the news very quickly. She couldn't wait to show off.
Already.
As for Ye Luo, she felt a little strange when she saw that there wasn't even a doorkeeper outside the study. Seeing that the study door was ajar but not closed, she pushed it open and went in.
The pungent smell of wine made Ye Luo frown deeply. He accidentally touched the wine bottle at his feet, and the rolling sound of cooing sounded one after another. Ye Luo looked at the wine bottles on the ground, and there were about four or five. There were about four or five bottles on the table.
There were seven or eight bottles of wine on the table. I was so angry that I lifted the tablecloth and the wine bottles clattered to the ground. The strong smell of wine filled the whole study.
This drunkard must have woken up in the middle of the night. As soon as he woke up, he went to the study to drink. He didn't know how to take care of himself. He drank so much that he vomited blood. He still dared to continue drinking. Did he still want to die?
Ye Luo looked around but couldn't find Mo Yichen. When he was wondering, a wine bottle rolled to his feet, and a wine belch sounded from behind the desk. Ye Luo took two steps and looked down at him.
A drunken Mo Yichen was sitting on the ground.
Mo Yichen didn't even raise his head, and continued to pour another sip of wine into his mouth, watching the small fire in Ye Luo's heart rising up.
He snatched the wine bottle from Mo Yichen's hand and dropped it to the ground with another sound, spilling the wine all over the floor.
Mo Yichen raised his head slightly, glanced at Ye Luo, and suddenly grinned and said, "You're here." As if he wasn't surprised at Ye Luo's arrival.
After saying this, Mo Yichen lowered his head and took a bottle of wine from his hand, uncorked the wine, and continued drinking, not minding that Ye Luo dropped his wine.
Ye Luo saw that there were more than a dozen bottles of wine placed in the corner. Instead of seeing Mo Yichen vomiting blood from drinking, she was about to vomit blood from anger...