Chapter five hundred and twentieth after sobering up
Xu Qinghuan's breathing gradually became calmer while covered with quilt.
There was still a drunken blush on his face, and the corners of his mouth were raised into a smile.
Song Chengxuan stared at Xu Qinghuan for a moment, took the tea to drink, moistened his throat, and then looked at Feng Chu outside the door: "Don't let your lady drink outside in the future."
His voice was slightly hoarse and deep.
Feng Chu responded: "Remember." After what happened this time, she would stare closely at the eldest lady. She really didn't expect that the eldest lady's drinking capacity would be so bad. She tasted a little while pouring the wine.
I didn't taste too much alcohol, so I think I'll have to drink more in the future before I can make a conclusion.
When Feng Chu closed the door again, Song Chengxuan turned around to see Xu Qinghuan again.
After sleeping for a while, she seemed to feel uncomfortable and began to kick the quilt on her body so hard that she took off one of the socks on her feet.
The glistening white feet and a length of bare ankle were exposed.
Xu Qinghuan was in a daze, feeling hot all over her body. She finally lifted the quilt that was covering her body to get some air, and her feet were stuffed back into the thin quilt. She pouted in dissatisfaction.
It must be that Yingui was afraid that she would catch a cold and refused to obey her. She shouted aggrievedly: "Yingui, it's hot..." The palms of her hands and the soles of her feet were numb with heat. It was really uncomfortable. She would never do it again.
Drinking alcohol.
Fortunately, the scarf on her forehead was quickly replaced with a new one, which seemed to take away a trace of warmth. The moist scarf wiped her hands and feet carefully and lovingly.
Yin Gui was still so meticulous, Xu Qinghuan sighed in admiration.
Then her bun was loosened, and two hands began to gently knead her head. Now instead of feeling sad, she began to feel comfortable.
She reached out to touch Yin Gui, wanting to say: "Don't worry about me, go and have a rest!"
She just touched that hand, but she felt something was wrong. She couldn't explain why it was wrong. She just felt it was strange. She opened her eyes in a daze and vaguely saw a familiar face.
Oh, it turned out to be him.
Was she dreaming? She thought vaguely, and then her eyes sank again.
Song Chengxuan looked at Xu Qinghuan. She opened her eyes and glanced at him indifferently, but fell asleep peacefully without saying anything. She didn't know whether she was very relieved about him or was too drunk to recognize him.
The long black hair fell on the pillow, and it looked a little messy because of his kneading. It looked very different from usual. The clothes were slightly loose, revealing the fair skin under the neck, which seemed to have a layer of luster under the light.
Song Chengxuan stopped looking down and gently stretched his sleeves.
He started to help her untie the burden on her head because she was really uncomfortable. He also pressed her forehead to see that she was not sleeping well. She accidentally got drunk, so it was normal for him to take care of her. Is it possible that he would do this again?
What kind of abrupt move would not work?
He has read a lot of books since he was a child, and with his temperament, if he can't stay calm when going through wind and rain outside, he will be a laughing stock.
He never begs for mercy, not only in front of the battle, but also to himself. He will never indulge his temper.
Song Chengxuan properly placed Xu Qinghuan, stood up, straightened his robe, sat on the chair next to him again, and picked up the book on the table to read.
Under the light, the young man's eyebrows were particularly calm and cold.
The girl on the bed turned over, turning her sleeves to reveal a bright wrist.
…
Xu Qinghuan had a dream, no, it should be said that she had many dreams, but the last one was particularly clear. She vaguely heard someone calling her name.
She opened her eyes hazily and saw Mr. Song.
"who I am?"
"Master Song."
He asked several times before she answered clearly.
"Don't call me Mr. Song."
Her mind was confused for a moment and she was about to stop falling into sleep.
"Call me Langjun."
"Mr. Lang."
"Want to marry me?"
She was very sleepy and just wanted to have a good sleep and didn't want to talk to him, but he was so unwilling.
"think……"
After saying the last word, the annoying voice finally stopped calling her, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Until dawn.
Xu Qinghuan blinked her eyes and looked outside. She didn't know where she was for a moment. The room was very quiet. The surrounding furnishings and the sachets hanging on the bed curtains reminded her that this was her boudoir.
Xu Qinghuan looked down and saw that the dress she was wearing seemed to be the same one she wore when she went to Song's house yesterday. She vaguely remembered getting into the carriage after getting out of Mrs. Song's room. When the carriage arrived in front of her house, she staggered out of the carriage and saw
Here we go...Master Song...
after……
She doesn't remember.
Xu Qinghuan wanted to get up and put on her shoes.
Hearing the movement in the house, Yin Gui immediately came in.
Yin Gui held clean clothes in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Xu Qinghuan getting up: "Miss, you're awake."
"I...what happened last night?" Xu Qinghuan asked Yingui again after thinking about it, "Am I drunk?"
Yin Gui nodded.
"How did I come back?" Xu Qinghuan was a little worried. She didn't know if she had lost her composure. She was drunk once in her previous life. The servant said that she cried all night. When she woke up, she was scolded by Li Xu's mother. Fortunately, she was an open-minded person.
Otherwise, she would feel unable to hold her head up for the rest of her life. From then on, she stopped drinking.
I was so careless last night...
Fortunately, I didn't get drunk until I got home.
"Mr. Song helped you in, and then asked Mr. Liao to check your pulse. Mr. Liao said it was nothing serious, so we felt relieved and did not disturb the madam. But later, the madam felt that something was not right and came in to see you. At that time, you
Already asleep." Yin Gui said, twisting the handkerchief to clean Xu Qinghuan's face.
Xu Qinghuan walked to the basin by herself, and the water moistened her face, and she became more awake.
When her mother saw her like this, she would definitely reprimand Yin Gui and Feng Chu. These two girls were also implicated by her and would have to apologize to their grandmother and mother later.
But... Master Song was also here last night?
Xu Qinghuan's face was exposed from behind the clean cloth, and she looked at Yingui with a pair of big eyes: "Have I done anything bad or said anything bad?"
Yin Gui thought of Lord Song's instructions. If the eldest lady kept laughing in front of Lord Song, she might not be able to hold her head up in front of Lord Song in the future. It would be better not to mention it and pretend that nothing happened.
Fortunately, when Mr. Song left, she carefully checked the eldest lady's clothes. The buttons and laces of the clothes were all the same as before. Mr. Song was sitting on a chair reading a book with a serious look on his face. He looked very well behaved. Shouldn't he?
What bad things could happen? The only thing that puzzled her was how the eldest lady's bun was removed.
Is it the eldest lady who can do it on her own, or Master Song...
One was drunk, the other was sullen and unwilling to say a word, and she didn't know who to ask.
Yin Gui sighed quietly in her heart.
Xu Qinghuan felt more relieved after hearing Yin Gui's words. It seemed that she remembered that those were really dreams and nothing special happened last night.
While the master and servant were talking, they heard the maid say: "Madam is here."
Xu Qinghuan hurriedly went to greet her mother.
Seeing that her daughter was awake, Mrs. Xu couldn't help but said: "It's not a worry for either of you. You're okay. You fell asleep when you came back. Your brother got into trouble again. He was drunk and laughing and making trouble at the Song family.
I don’t know who I followed, there are so many people in our family, but he is the only one... Sigh..."
Xu Qinghuan immediately thought of that dream.
The voice in the dream said slightly hoarsely: "Don't call me Mr. Song, call me Mr. Lang."