"..." Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes in pain, his throat was sore and he was speechless.
Wen Wen looked at his expression and expressed a little bit of the resentment that had been accumulated for many years, "Plague? Such an innocent reason, the Ninth Prince actually believes it? Should I say that the Ninth Prince is naive or stupid?"
"..."
"In exchange for a woman, thousands of troops and horses will work for the Ninth Prince, so that the Ninth Prince can win the battle for the throne and successfully sit on the throne. Shouldn't the Ninth Prince be satisfied? Why should Wuming hold my hand?
Can’t let go???”
"Rou'er..." Dongfang Aoshi's expression was extremely painful.
Wen Wen was deeply trapped in the terrible nightmare of the past, and could not see Dongfang Aoshi's expression at all. She was very excited, "Isn't it good for me to live without the memories of the past? Why did you bring me back from the underworld? Force me to remember
So much pain and hatred in the past? Dongfang Aoshi, do you know how much I hate you? I hate you! I wish I could cut you into pieces!"
"..." Dongfang Aoshi was so painful that he could not speak.
Wen Wen looked at him with a cold look in her eyes, "I'm going to rest. Please leave, Lord Nine."
With no reason to stay anymore, Dongfang Aoshi stood up tremblingly and left.
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study.
There is no candlelight.
It was dark as far as the eye could see.
Dongfang Aoshi was sitting on the ground, holding a bottle of wine in his hand.
Beside the feet, broken wine bottles were scattered on the ground, which was shocking.
Wine is no stranger to Dongfang Aoshi——
He drinks often but never gets drunk.
Being drunk can make people confused and unable to stay awake.
However, today, Dongfang Aoshi hopes so much that he can get drunk.
When you are drunk, you will forget what Wen Wenwen just said.
When he is drunk, his heart will not be burned by fire...
Dongfang Aoshi never knew that Wen Rou had ever suffered such a thing.
Never knew...
My heart really hurts.
But the pain doesn't help.
Because, it is impossible to turn back time...
"Your Majesty..." Wuming came out of the darkness and helped Dongfang Aoshi, who was already red-eyed, up, "Are you okay? Why did you drink so much wine?"
Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyes, glanced at him confusedly, and said nothing.
He raised his head and drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp.
"Prince?" Wuming frowned.
What happened?
The princess's soul stranded in the underworld has been recovered and her memory has been restored. Shouldn't the prince be happy?
Why is a man hiding here drinking alone?
"Go away!" Dongfang Aoshi waved vigorously, staggered and walked to the table to get the wine.
Unable to stand firm, he stumbled and fell down with a "bang".
He hit his head hard on the sharp part of the chair, causing blood to flow out.
"Your Majesty!" Wuming was startled and quickly went over to help him.
Dongfang Aoshi was very uncooperative, struggling restlessly and refusing to stand up.
There was a big gash on his forehead, the wound was very deep, blood was flowing out, and the clothes were dyed red.
A drunk person has great brute strength, and there is no way Wuming can hold Dongfang Aoshi back.
So, he shouted at the door, "Steward!"
"Mr. Anonymous." The steward heard the voice and rushed in with several maids.
"One person goes to call the imperial doctor, and the others come to help." Wuming pressed Dongfang Aoshi to prevent him from moving around, lest he bump into anything again.