It turned out that this was the news that Feng Yao didn't want him to know.
Feng Yao noticed Yu Liu's stiffness, nuzzled into his arms, and whispered: "Yu Liu!"
Yu Liu reacted and pulled the corner of her mouth slightly, but it was extremely bitter, and said hoarsely: "I'm fine."
Feng Yao hugged Yu Liu and said softly: "Let's go back home, it's so hot outside, I'm even sleepy!"
Yu Liu knew that Feng Yao was trying to comfort him and wanted to say "good", but found that her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't even say a word.
I had prepared a lot of ingredients and wine, but now I can't use them all.
Sha Ling was driving today. He heard the movement in the carriage earlier and knew he couldn't leave, so he ordered people to send the prepared things back to the mansion.
Immediately afterwards, Fengyao Yuliu also got off the carriage, but neither of them looked as relaxed as before, especially Yuliu, who couldn't pretend to be okay even if he was pretending.
After returning to the room, Feng Yao ordered dozens of jars of wine to be delivered, and then sent away the servants in the main courtyard.
Feng Yao looked at Yu Liu's obviously hurt expression, and her heart was filled with pain. She just wished she could take the pain for him.
She knew what the news meant to Yu Liu.
At this moment, nothing he could say seemed feeble. Feng Yao knew that if he didn't do something, he was afraid that Yu Liu would always be stuck in that matter.
Although Feng Yao used to think that the idea of getting drunk would solve a thousand worries was completely nonsense, but at the moment she couldn't think of a better way. If Yu Liu was not allowed to vent, I'm afraid the pain in his heart would be even more incomprehensible.
He picked up a jar of wine, opened it and stuffed it directly into Yu Liu's arms. He also picked up another jar of wine and drank heavily.
Yu Liu glanced at Feng Yao, feeling so painful that he couldn't help it. He once said that he would never let Feng Yao worry, but he really couldn't do it at this time. The self-control he had always been proud of couldn't control the current situation.
pain.
Feng Yao said nothing and kept pouring wine into his mouth, and the room was gradually filled with the overflowing aroma of wine.
Yu Liu's heart was already heavy. Seeing Feng Yao drinking so hard, she smiled bitterly. It didn't matter if she was drunk, she wouldn't be so sad when she was drunk.
The two of them acted like they were having a drink together, they didn't say anything, they just held the wine jar and kept drinking.
After a long time, the dozens of jars of wine turned into empty jars, scattered on the ground. The aroma of wine in the air was extremely intoxicating.
The two people leaning under the window had their cheeks stained red by the alcohol, their eyes were blurred, and their collars were torn apart due to the heat.
"Yu Liu, Yu Liu..." Feng Yao whispered, his voice soft and waxy, completely different from his usual coldness, and it sounded extremely heart-wrenching.
In Yu Liu's hazy state of intoxication, she could only hear a familiar voice calling his name. She squinted her eyes and tried hard to see. After a while, she grinned and said: "Yao Yao, madam..." With that, he waved his long arm and said,
The person was pulled into his arms.
Feng Yao only felt that her nose had hit something. She frowned in pain and burst into tears. She wanted to complain, but she found that she was being hugged so tightly that she couldn't break free.
"Yaoyao..." A familiar male voice sounded in her ears, and the moist and hot breath, as well as the lingering feelings, fell into her ears, and Fengyao felt calm in her heart.
They are all familiar to her, the embrace, the voice, and the breath.
But suddenly, Feng Yao seemed to have thought of something, and felt a dull pain in his heart. He reached out and hugged the man in front of him, "Yu Liu... Yu Liu... I'm here... I've always been here... Don't be sad... I
It hurts too... It really hurts. If you feel pain, just bite me so that it won't hurt... The emperor wants to establish a queen!
It turned out that this was the news that Feng Yao didn't want him to know.
Feng Yao noticed Yu Liu's stiffness, nuzzled into his arms, and whispered: "Yu Liu!"
Yu Liu reacted and pulled the corner of her mouth slightly, but it was extremely bitter, and said hoarsely: "I'm fine."
Feng Yao hugged Yu Liu and said softly: "Let's go back home, it's so hot outside, I'm even sleepy!"
Yu Liu knew that Feng Yao was trying to comfort him and wanted to say "good", but found that her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't even say a word.
I had prepared a lot of ingredients and wine, but now I can't use them all.
Sha Ling was driving today. He heard the movement in the carriage earlier and knew he couldn't leave, so he ordered people to send the prepared things back to the mansion.
Immediately afterwards, Fengyao Yuliu also got off the carriage, but neither of them looked as relaxed as before, especially Yuliu, who couldn't pretend to be okay even if he was pretending.
After returning to the room, Feng Yao ordered dozens of jars of wine to be delivered, and then sent away the servants in the main courtyard.
Feng Yao looked at Yu Liu's obviously hurt expression, and her heart was filled with pain. She just wished she could take the pain for him.
She knew what the news meant to Yu Liu.
At this moment, nothing he could say seemed feeble. Feng Yao knew that if he didn't do something, he was afraid that Yu Liu would always be stuck in that matter.
Although Feng Yao used to think that the idea of getting drunk would solve a thousand worries was completely nonsense, but at the moment she couldn't think of a better way. If Yu Liu was not allowed to vent, I'm afraid the pain in his heart would be even more incomprehensible.
He picked up a jar of wine, opened it and stuffed it directly into Yu Liu's arms. He also picked up another jar of wine and drank heavily.
Yu Liu glanced at Feng Yao, feeling so painful that he couldn't help it. He once said that he would never let Feng Yao worry, but he really couldn't do it at this time. The self-control he had always been proud of couldn't control the current situation.
pain.
Feng Yao said nothing and kept pouring wine into his mouth, and the room was gradually filled with the overflowing aroma of wine.
Yu Liu's heart was already heavy. Seeing Feng Yao drinking so hard, she smiled bitterly. It didn't matter if she was drunk, she wouldn't be so sad when she was drunk.
The two of them acted like they were having a drink together, they didn't say anything, they just held the wine jar and kept drinking.
After a long time, the dozens of jars of wine turned into empty jars, scattered on the ground. The aroma of wine in the air was extremely intoxicating.
The two people leaning under the window had their cheeks stained red by the alcohol, their eyes were blurred, and their collars were torn apart due to the heat.
"Yu Liu, Yu Liu..." Feng Yao whispered, his voice soft and waxy, completely different from his usual coldness, and it sounded extremely heart-wrenching.
In Yu Liu's hazy state of intoxication, she could only hear a familiar voice calling his name. She squinted her eyes and tried hard to see. After a while, she grinned and said: "Yao Yao, madam..." With that, he waved his long arm and said,
The person was pulled into his arms.
Feng Yao only felt that her nose had hit something. She frowned in pain and burst into tears. She wanted to complain, but she found that she was being hugged so tightly that she couldn't break free.
"Yaoyao..." A familiar male voice sounded in her ears, and the moist and hot breath, as well as the lingering feelings, fell into her ears, and Fengyao felt calm in her heart.
They are all familiar to her, the embrace, the voice, and the breath.
But suddenly, Feng Yao seemed to have thought of something, and felt a dull pain in his heart. He reached out and hugged the man in front of him, "Yu Liu... Yu Liu... I'm here... I've always been here... Don't be sad... I
It hurts too... It really hurts. If you feel pain, just bite me so that it won't hurt...