Baozi responded the fastest, "I'll go to bed right away."
The three of them ran away in a hurry, and Tangyuan was not far behind to see who could grab it first.
Yuan Qingling's head was buzzing. She didn't feel dizzy just now, but now she was very dizzy. There was still some throbbing pain in her temples. She fell on the bed and could hardly think. The heavy feeling came over again, as if she was going to faint again.
generally.
She patted her head and tried her best to stay awake, hoping that Lao Wu would come back soon so that she could see him again.
However, he was defeated by the darkness. His eyes slowly closed, and he didn't know whether he fell asleep or passed out.
Yu Wenhao and Xu Yi returned to the mansion after Haishi. Tang Yang didn't sleep and was watching outside. When he saw Xu Yi supporting Yu Wenhao back, he knew he was drunk again, so he couldn't help complaining, "How can you be drunk tonight?"
Xu Yi, don’t you watch more?”
"Can you watch it?
How many people came to toast, but Gu Si and General Hu blocked many of them, otherwise they would be even drunker."
Xu Yi was also top-heavy, and he also drank a lot.
"Hey, help him back first, and I'll ask someone to make sobering soup."
Tang Yang left quickly.
Xu Yi helped Yu Wenhao back to Xiaoyue Pavilion and threw him on the Luohan bed, "Sir, you can sleep by yourself. I want to go out and vomit..." He ran out like an arrow, and not long after, there was an Ouwa sound,
That's miserable.
Yu Wenhao was not completely drunk, but he was very dizzy. He managed to struggle, "Oh, I have to help Lao Yuan wash his hair tonight."
Lu Ya and Man'er came in to wait. Hearing this, Qiluo hurriedly said: "No need, I've washed it. Master, please stand still...Man'er, get the spittoon quickly, I'm going to vomit."
Man'er immediately ran over and brought a spittoon. Yu Wenhao took it and held it in his arms. The uncomfortable feeling in his stomach was so strong that it was about to well up and he couldn't vomit it out.
"Everyone goes...no need to wait!"
He grunted.
"Slave, I'll give you a glass of water!"
Man'er ran over and hurriedly poured a glass of hot water over. Yu Wenhao took it and held Man'er's shoulder with one hand. His face was as red as Guan Gong and his eyes were dazed. "Stand still for me. Don't shake. You will shake me."
My eyes are dazzled."
Man'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sister Qiluo, why don't you help me sleep in the next room first."
"That's good, so you don't have to disturb the Crown Princess!"
Qiluo said.
However, Yu Wenhao dropped the cup with a clang and staggered towards the bed, "No...get out, I'm going to bed."
He flew off his shoes, fell down and lay down, then opened the quilt randomly and muttered, "Be careful, don't hurt the child."
He turned his head and reached out to hug Yuan Qingling. Yuan Qingling naturally woke up at this movement and stared at him, "Drunk?"
This sudden sound frightened Yu Wenhao so much that he screamed, jumped up on the bed, and jumped onto the table together in the air. He slipped and fell to the ground doing the splits. The table turned over and fell, hitting the chair.
On top of the chair, the chair flipped over and fell directly on top of him.
He waved his hands and feet like a stuck hairy crab, trying hard to get up. His dark eyes kept looking at the bed, but his sight was blocked by the table, so he kicked it hard.
After Man'er and Qiluo were stunned for a while, they sighed in submission and hurriedly came over to help move it away. He jumped up, and Yuan Qingling was already standing in front of him with her bare feet on the ground.
With long hair hanging down, a plain loose robe covering his pot-bellied body, and his bare feet slightly apart, he suddenly appeared in front of Yu Wenhao like a bulky penguin.
Yu Wenhao slapped himself on the head, looked at her intently, blinked, and murmured: "Oh my god, I really drank too much tonight."
Yuan Qingling sighed and reached out to help him, "Is it important to be able to drink?
Do you still want to die?"
Yu Wenhao looked at the slender fingers on his arm, and then at Yuan Qingling's pale and clean face. The light and shadow kept beating and spinning in front of his eyes. He murmured and followed Yuan Qingling to the bedside, and suddenly looked back.
Looking at Man'er and Qiluo, "Can you see her?"
Man'er and Qiluo were fed up with this drunkard's stupidity and said in unison: "Master, we are not blind!"
Yuan Qingling's wrist was suddenly held by his iron-like fingers. Her vision went dark and she was pushed into his arms. The solid chest hit her nose, which made her cry.
It didn't matter, he strangled him tightly without letting go at all. She couldn't even breathe, and her stomach felt painful. Drunk people are very strong and their minds are still slow. She could only hit him hard on the back.
Back struggles.
Yu Wenhao's rationality and nerves, which had been anesthetized by alcohol, finally came back. Holding her, he had a sense of reality. The emptiness in his heart these days was suddenly filled.
His lips fell on her ears, hair, and forehead. They were hot and tearful, and he whimpered, "If you don't wake up, I will go crazy."
Yuan Qingling grabbed his hair and pulled hard. Finally, there was a gap for him to take a deep breath. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't let go, I will be suffocated to death by you."
Yu Wenhao was startled for a moment, and immediately let go of his hand. Looking at Yuan Qingling's red face and gasping for air, he realized that he had used a lot of strength just now in excitement. He felt distressed and guilty at the same time. He hurriedly apologized and stroked
Yuan Qingling's back helped her calm down, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was so excited when I saw you wake up."
"Didn't Lao Jiu tell you that I woke up?"
Yuan Qingling felt that the pain in her chest disappeared, and looked at him with wide eyes. Really, this man is a bad romantic. She thought that the first time they met after he went to war and she was in coma, they must be full of love and affection.
, I didn’t expect to almost die in his hands.
Yu Wenhao tilted his head. No wonder Lao Jiu kept yelling at him tonight, but there was a huge crowd of people drinking and drinking. Who knows what he was yelling about?
Wouldn't you just come over and have a private chat?
His face suddenly turned stern, and he cursed angrily, "Lao Jiu knew this?
Why didn't he tell me?
This guy is ungrateful. If I had known earlier, why would I still drink?
I'll definitely be back soon."
Tang Yang happened to come in with the sobering soup. He heard him swearing loudly and coherently, and said: "Sir, it seems that you don't need to drink this sobering soup. You are all sober."
He put the sobering soup on the table, raised his hand and said, "Girls, let's retreat, there is no need to wait here."
Qiluo and Maner covered their mouths, smiled, and followed Tang Yang out, closing the door considerately.
Yu Wenhao squatted down in front of Yuan Qingling and looked at her quietly. He was mostly awake from the wine, and his head was still a little dizzy. His soul might not be in his body, at least part of it was floating in the air, because he still had too many problems.
Realism, everything is dreamlike.
He pressed her hands to his face. Her hands were warm and pressed against his cold face. He felt sour in his heart, "Are you really awake?"
Yuan Qingling looked at him with gentle eyes, gently caressing his face with her fingers, wiping away the moisture from the corners of his eyes without any trace. Her separation lasted nearly half a year before he left for the war.
This man has become a bond between her heart and soul, and he is domineeringly rooted in her heart.
His lips fell on his beautiful eyes, his eyelashes trembled, he raised his head slightly and moved his lips along the cheek to gently bite her chin, and said: "The only thing that makes me happy during this separation is,