472. Chapter 472 Whose house will the oriole flower fall 3
Lan'er and Zi'er on the side had been waiting at the side since Zhong entered the palace. Although they did not fully agree with their master's intervention to comfort the emperor, this was his master's decision after all.
Although the master treats them well, servants are servants after all, and some things cannot be overcome. Therefore, although they are not so comfortable in their hearts, Lan'er and Zi'er still prepare clothes and other matters for Zhan Meixiang.
After Zhan Meixiang took a shower and changed clothes, she left Yonghe Palace and walked slowly towards Dongfang Che's bedroom.
How many times has this been? I can’t remember.
It's just that my mood is very different from before...
Thinking of her departure not long ago, and the misunderstanding and mutual torture between her and Dongfang Che before that, Zhan Meixiang raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth.
Hasn't she already expected this in the ruthless emperor's family since ancient times? It's just that... she never wanted to admit it...
This time... it was the last time she did something for Dongfang Che. After this time, there would be no future.
Zhan Meixiang's pace was very slow. The journey that should not have taken long seemed to be stretched twice as long under Zhan Meixiang's feet.
Outside Dongfang Che's dormitory, Zhan Meixiang stood at the door and could almost smell the smell of alcohol inside.
Frowning slightly, Zhan Meixiang waved away the guards guarding outside Dongfang Che's dormitory, raised her hand and gently pushed open the door.
The door of the palace opened wide, and the harsh sunlight poured in. Dongfang Che, who had long been unaware of his identity due to drinking, was illuminated by the dazzling sunlight, and slowly woke up from his dream. However, because Dongfang Che drank too much, his brain was still in a state of confusion.
Floating in it.
"Bring...bring the wine! Did you hear what I said?!" Dongfang Che's waving arm accidentally knocked over the wine jar on the side.
Dongfang Che became increasingly impatient.
Seeing the situation in front of her, Zhan Meixiang felt a pain in her heart.
This...is Dongfang Che? The man she has always loved? The man who bosses around and points the country?
She couldn't connect that shadow with the person in front of her anyway. But the facts told Zhan Meixiang that this was Dongfang Che.
Slowly approaching Dongfang Che, Zhan Meixiang said without any warmth: "Dongfang Che, the majestic king of a country and the leader among tens of thousands of people, actually drank like this... Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others if you tell me?!"
This should be the first time Dongfang Che has heard sounds outside his own world in several days. To be precise, it is the first time a sound can penetrate his consciousness and reach his own world.
Dongfang Che raised his head in confusion to search for the source of the sound, but was blinded by a burst of light and couldn't open his eyes.
Zhan Meixiang was standing with a backlight, so when Dongfang Che saw Zhan Meixiang, he was facing the backlight, and had no way of seeing Zhan Meixiang's face clearly. But in his heart, he felt that the voice was inexplicably familiar, and the familiarity made him feel heartbroken.
Zhan Meixiang knelt down, held up a wine jar next to her, and then walked to Dongfang Che's side.
At this time, Dongfang Che finally got used to the light shining into the hall, and finally saw the faces of the people who came in clearly.
It's... Xiang'er! His Xiang'er!
Dongfang Che's confused eyes suddenly became clear, and he struggled to straighten up, walk to Zhan Meixiang's side, hug his Xiang'er tightly, and never let go.