He has been so busy lately, and is so entangled in this case that he is torn inside, so how can he still have the leisure to drink? He even drinks with Xu Yi. This is very strange.
After sending Yu Wenhao in, Yuan Qingling gently patted his cheek. "Lao Wu, wake up."
Yu Wenhao slept deeply and deeply, as if he had passed out. He didn't respond no matter how he screamed.
"It's broken. It's not drunk. It's drugged." Tang Yang said anxiously from the side.
"Drugated?" Yuan Qingling was surprised. "Drugated?"
"It must be Qiluo. Quickly, go to my room and find a bottle of green medicine." Tang Yang quickly turned around and ordered.
Qiluo yelled and ran out immediately. After a while, she came over with a green narrow-necked porcelain bottle in her hand and handed it to Tang Yang.
Tang Yang immediately opened the cork, and an unpleasant smell immediately spread in the room. The smell couldn't just be said to be bad. It also contained an indescribable smell like rotten rotten eggs, with waves of layers.
The ground gushed out. Even before it reached her nose, it was already unbearable. Qiluo ran out and vomited, and even Yuan Qingling couldn't help but retched.
Tang Yang was already prepared. He turned his head and took a deep breath, pinched his nose, and put the porcelain bottle next to Yu Wenhao's nose with his other hand. Although Yu Wenhao was lost, his breathing was smooth, especially when he was asleep.
Take a breath, very heartily.
Hearing only a "Wow" sound, Yu Wenhao jumped up, covered his nose and ran outside. Together with Qiluo who was squatting in front of the porch and vomiting, he vomited at the heel of the old locust tree.
"Block it up quickly!" Yuan Qingling covered her mouth and nose with her sleeves and said to Tang Yang in a depressed voice.
Tang Yang blocked the bottle, but the smell didn't dissipate for a long time. Yuan Qingling couldn't help but go out to breathe fresh air.
After Yu Wenhao finished vomiting, he cursed the stench a few times. He still felt groggy, but his consciousness returned and his eyes widened, "Why am I here? Am I not in Prince An's Mansion?"
"You were drunk in Prince An's Mansion and were sent back." Yuan Qingling stepped forward to help him, "Are you drunk or drugged?"
Yu Wenhao turned pale and stamped his feet, "Fourth!"
"Xu Yi, Xu Yi!" He shouted back at the top of his lungs.
"Xu Yi, like you, was drugged and sent back." Tang Yang already knew what was going on. After explaining it, he immediately went out to look for someone.
Yu Wenhao stopped him, "That guy must have run away. There is no need to find anyone else. If you want to chase the fourth child, you must find the third child. Send someone immediately and ask the third child to come out of the city to intercept him."
Tang Yang was startled, "But King Wei and King An have a personal grudge. If King Wei goes after him, I'm afraid..."
Yu Wenhao's eyes were filled with hatred, "Tell Lao San that I will risk half of his life at all costs to catch him. I will be responsible for anything that happens."
"Okay!" Tang Yang cheered up and immediately turned around. After a pause, he handed the medicine to Qiluo, "Give Xu Yi a sniff to wake him up."
Yuan Qingling helped Yu Wenhao in, gently swept his back, and said worriedly: "Will this medicine have any side effects? Are you feeling better?"
Yu Wenhao felt that his stomach was still churning, and his brows furrowed like pickles, "It's okay, but what medicine did you use on me? Why does it smell so bad?"
"Sir Tang's." Yuan Qingling felt that the smell was really irritating to the eyes. Even though she went out to relieve her breath for a while, the smell in the room was still very unpleasant.
It took a full stick of incense, but Yuan Qingling used incense and fan to disperse the smell in the room. When Aunt Xi learned about the situation, she came over and boiled a pot of big leaf tea for Yu Wenhao.
A grain of styrax made him feel better.
Auntie Xi is taking three children tonight, in the wing room next door. There is so much noise that even the snacks are awakened. They come over one by one, shaking their heads. They have exactly the same little pajamas, the same little face, and six eyes.
It was exactly the same. Yu Wenhao felt dizzy after seeing it, and there were six black eyes in front of him.
"Go back to sleep!" He raised his hands and closed his eyes.
The snacks didn't leave, but climbed onto the bed. One pinched his hands, one beat his shoulders, and the other rubbed his temples. Their little fingers were soft and weak, but they felt comfortable and soft to the touch.
Yu Wenhao didn't expect them to be so considerate, and was stunned for a moment. He opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Qingling, looking very flattered.
I've been really busy for so long that I haven't even had time to talk to my children recently. Even when I came back at night, I was so tired that I fell asleep without even asking about their situation.
"Daddy is sick," Baozi said in an old-fashioned way, rubbing his temples for him, "If you are sick, you should have a good rest, sleep, and drink soup."
"You can't drink soup when you're sick!" Tangyuan corrected, "Grandma said that the soup is greasy, so you have to drink it."
"What do you know? You need to drink soup. Doctor Cao said that when you are sick, drink soup to nourish yourself." Baozi glared at Tangyuan, not allowing him to refute his authority as the eldest brother.
Tangyuan had been bullied since she was a child, so naturally she didn't dare to say anything, so she just clung to Yu Wenhao and rubbed his fingers.
Nuomi thumped her shoulders, maybe she was tired, so she just lay on Yu Wenhao's back to sleep.
Yu Wenhao turned around, picked him up and held him in his arms. Nuomi opened her eyes, said something vaguely "tired", and closed her eyes again.
Baozi and glutinous rice balls also came over to compete for favor, each one asking for a hug from their father.
Yu Wenhao looked at the three little heads dangling in front of him, raised his head to look at Yuan Qingling's downcast and gentle eyebrows, and actually felt like crying.
Grandma Xi and Man'er took all the snacks down. Yu Wenhao wiped the corners of his eyes, fell asleep, pulled the quilt over his head, and said dullly: "It was very noisy."
Yuan Qingling knew that he was telling the truth, but she was actually very touched in her heart. She opened the quilt and lay down on him, reaching out from behind to hug him. "The child has grown up slowly and knows how to be considerate of others."
"Three little brats, what do you know?" He pressed Yuan Qingling's hand on his chest, and his heartbeat beat like a drum, "But you are right, they are growing up gradually.
I have been busy for a while, and I have to teach them well."
Yuan Qingling heard him describe companionship as education, and knew that he couldn't save the dignity to be intimate with his children. The fathers here were all the same, as if they wouldn't call them father if they didn't have a serious face, and it was not popular for them to be friends with their children.
No matter what, there must be only one person who is afraid of the third primary school, otherwise it will be difficult to educate.
"Lao Yuan," he turned around, his handsome eyebrows filled with happiness, and his dark eyes had a deep light, "Thank you for giving birth to three cute and sensible babies for me."