The dinner continued with drinking, and Jing Jingyan kept toasting Tang Yang, one cup after another, until Tang Yang was dizzy and couldn't speak clearly.
After finishing the drink, Calm Yan said to Miss Qi: "We've almost finished drinking. I think Tang Yang is dying. Why don't you follow him for a walk in the garden to blow in the wind and dispel the alcohol smell!"
The seventh girl was also a little drunk herself. She wanted to go out for a walk to sweat and soothe the alcohol, so she said: "Okay, you all go back and rest. Hu Ming and I will take care of him."
"Well, I'm sorry to bother you!"
Jing Jingyan stood up, raised his hands, "Everyone retreat!"
The birds and beasts dispersed! The seventh girl originally wanted to find Hu Ming to accompany her for a walk, but all of them disappeared at once. She couldn't help but laugh and cry. These people escaped so fast.
Looking at Tang Yang's flaming face, he asked: "How is it?
Can you leave?"
Tang Yang stood up, his body already shaking, "Why can't you walk?
Not drunk!"
"Okay, then you can walk a few steps and see if you can't walk any further. Just go back and rest. I'll ask someone to prepare a hangover soup for you."
The seventh girl said.
Tang Yang put his hands on his hips and walked forward step by step, walking out of a straight line. He looked back at the seventh girl, covered his mouth and smiled, "Look, how straight are you walking?"
Not drunk?
Do you believe it?"
The seventh girl looked at his cocky look and smiled, "Yeah, I'm not drunk. That's fine. Let's go out for a walk."
But I was determined that he wouldn't be able to leave for long, so I simply sent him back to his room to rest.
After leaving the door, Tang Yang walked holding on to the railing. He staggered, staggered, and almost fell down several times. The seventh girl saw this and had to support him.
Someone was helping him, so Tang Yang simply put half of his body on the shoulder of the seventh girl, walking very erratically and evilly. The seventh girl was very angry, "I'm so heavy, Hu Ming, Hu Ming, someone comes here!"
There was not even a servant to be found in the entire mansion. Everyone was almost drunk and went back to sleep.
It also seemed like someone deliberately sent everyone away to embarrass her.
You are so drunk, why are you walking in the garden?
The smell of alcohol rolled into her nose, and she felt like she was indulging in peace and prosperity. As she walked, the seventh girl herself felt a little sad. This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, these hands, had led her through many places.
Later, they became estranged from each other.
That's a very sad feeling.
When you are addicted to love, you cannot see anything with your eyes. You will blindly believe that if you hold this person's hand, no hardship or storm will make you let go. You will be very determined in this life.
I will keep following him.
Even after he let go of his hand, he couldn't come to his senses. He did many extreme things to take revenge, but he couldn't feel at peace in his heart at all.
At that time, she was still too young.
At that time, what I was thinking about was not how to solve the problem, but revenge, venting my anger, and making him feel heartbroken and regretful.
She succeeded and made him think she was dead, which caused him pain for many years.
Later, Ah Si told her that he and the lady were together in the name of husband and wife, but not in reality. She felt very sad. However, by that time, she had become much more peaceful.
I don't want to touch it because I know it will hurt me very much.
Now, she is no longer so conflicted, because she has spent a long time alone and she wants to reconcile with herself.
Life is not perfect, and relationships will not be perfect either. She must accept this.
The next day, Tang Yang slept until noon before getting up.
He opened his eyes drowsily, his head hurt from the hangover, and he stared blankly at the hemp fabric tent.
He had no clothes on, not at all.
He was thinking about what happened last night. He was drunk, and then the seventh girl helped him back. Although he was drunk at that time, he still had some consciousness in his mind. After he lay down in a state of dizziness, everything fell into pieces.
Why are you not wearing any clothes?
Who takes it off for him?
Himself?
There were some scratches on his arm, and he touched them quietly. There was no pain, and his whole body seemed to be dull.
In his entire life, he had only done one wrong thing when he was drunk. Although it was later confirmed that that one thing did not exist, it has to be said that being drunk can really make people lose their brains and memory.
Later, when he drank, he would never let himself get so drunk. Last night was an exception because he was unprepared for everyone here.
He couldn't remember what it felt like to be a man and a woman, and he didn't know if anything happened last night.
"Father, foster father!"
Outside the door, Hu Ming's shouts came.
He shouted, "Don't come in yet!"
He suddenly opened the quilt, retrieved his clothes from the ground, quickly put them on, rubbed his temples, and then opened the door.
Hu Ming stood outside and said, "Are you just getting up?
Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, what's wrong?"
Tang Yang's mind was very confused and he asked casually.
"I asked you to get up for dinner. Miss Seven has returned to Beijing. Did you know?
I thought she was waiting for you to go back together, but she left first."
"She went back?"
Tang Yang's heart sank.
"Yes," Hu Ming looked at his face and was startled, "Father, have you been slapped?"
Tang Yang subconsciously reached out and touched his face, only to feel some pain on his face. He hurriedly turned around to look for the bronze mirror and saw several finger marks on his left cheek, indicating that he had indeed been slapped.
In his vague memory, there was a woman who slapped him hard, scolded him while slapping him, and even shed tears.
His head buzzed and his face turned pale. Oh my God, was he drunk... No wonder she left.
Oh my God, my God, my God, this time, it would not be an exaggeration for him to commit suicide.
"Prepare your horse, quickly prepare your horse for me!"
Tang Yang was so anxious that his eyes were filled with fire, and he rushed out of the door without even bothering to dress up.
Hu Ming had never seen him look so pale before, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly chased him out.
Seeing his adoptive father galloping on his horse, Hu Ming didn't know what was going on. He turned around and asked Miss Zhou, who was confused, "I drank too much last night. Did something happen after that?"
Miss Zhou rubbed her eyes and said, "Do you look at me like I know?"
Hu Ming shook his head, "It doesn't look like that."
Miss Zhou shrugged, "To be honest, your adoptive father is a little..." She didn't say any more, but tapped her temple with her finger.
Hu Ming argued: "How is that possible?
Maybe something really happened."
"There's just something wrong with your brain, otherwise why would you be alone for so long?
He is now a popular person around the emperor, and the emperor relies on him very much. If he wants to get married, how many ladies from famous families are willing to marry him? "
"Some people just prefer not to get married."
"Those are people who don't have the conditions. Who doesn't want to get married if there are conditions?
Especially if you become a high-ranking official, having three wives and four concubines is not normal!"
From behind, a calm voice came from behind, "Miss Zhou seems to like to deconstruct people's hearts."
The two of them turned around and saw Ling Yan standing behind him with his hands behind his back, a look of indifference on his face.
Miss Zhou's face stiffened, and she raised her hands, "I'm still busy, so excuse me!"
Hu Ming also wanted to escape, but was stopped by Ling Yan, "Your foster father slept with the seventh girl, didn't he?"
Hu Ming was shocked, "Isn't it possible?
My adoptive father is not that kind of person!"
"I just asked Lianhua, Miss Seven didn't go back to sleep last night."
Lotus is the maid assigned to serve the Seven Girls.
Hu Ming's forehead was sweating. The adoptive father... the adoptive father really made a mistake?