Xiao Ci knew that Song Qinghuan had drunk too much, and it would be impossible to reason with her, so he could only sigh helplessly and coax: "Okay, okay, let's take a rest before leaving."
Song Qinghuan raised his head when he heard this, looked at Xiao Ci with red eyes, nodded dullly, and then sat down on the stone steps outside the shop with his things.
After resting, he couldn't walk even more. His head was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold. He finally raised his head, but he felt that there seemed to be several Xiao Ci standing in front of him, one on top of another. When he got curious, he waved at him.
He waved and shouted: "Uncle Jiu."
Xiao Ci turned his head and ignored her.
Song Qinghuan thought for a while, then imitated the voices of Dingxiang, Greenjaw and others, and shouted in a long and sweet voice: "Xiao Ci, come here."
Listening to that sound makes one's skin crawl.
Xiao Ci couldn't help but tremble, and said with an unhappy face: "Don't call me, I'm about to vomit."
But the more he refused to scream, the more Song Qinghuan became more and more confused and glared: "I insist on screaming."
"Xiao Ci...Ninth Uncle...Prince..." each one sounded more delicate than the last.
If Song Qinghuan hadn't followed Xiao Ci out, he would have wanted to leave her here at this moment.
Song Qinghuan shouted for a long time, but when he saw that Xiao Ci made no move, he felt angry, put down the things in his hands, got up with difficulty, and staggered to Xiao Ci.
Before Xiao Ci could react, her green-white jade hands pinched his cheeks, her head hit his shoulder, and she said, "Let me see where you ran to."
"Song Qinghuan..." Xiao Ci was helpless.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he could hear the sound of long and even breathing, the hand holding his cheek loosened its grip, held his neck, rubbed his head on his shoulder a few times, and said pitifully: "I feel so dizzy.
.."
His shallow breathing smelled of alcohol, and his face felt numb, making him lose his mind for a moment.
Only then did Xiao Ci understand what it means to shoot oneself in the foot.
He was the one who brought her out. She was so drunk that she was unconscious. He couldn't just leave her on the road and leave her to fend for herself.
Xiao Ci looked up at the sky, sighed for the first time tonight, and said: "I really owe you in my previous life."
After saying that, he took off Song Qinghuan's hands, turned around, and put Song Qinghuan on his back.
Song Qinghuan grabbed Xiao Ci's neck and said in a daze: "My rouge gouache and loquat wine..."
...
When Song Qinghuan woke up, the sun was already high. He turned over with his brocade quilt in his arms. He still felt that his head was dizzy and his throat was still uncomfortable.
Stepping on the snow and looking for plum blossoms, I was waiting on the porch. When I heard the noise, I hurriedly came into the house. As soon as I lifted up the ginger-yellow warm curtain, I suddenly smelled of alcohol.
Xunmei pinched her nose and complained: "The girl sneaked out again very early yesterday, and she was so drunk."
Song Qinghuan was still dizzy and unable to speak. She leaned on the side of the couch and retched.
"Ouch..." Xunmei exclaimed and quickly picked up a spittoon and continued: "My good girl, how much wine did you drink yesterday..."
Song Qinghuan retched for a long time, unable to spit out anything. He turned over and lay back down, shouting: "It feels uncomfortable."
Texue went to the stove to get the sobering soup that had been hot. Hearing her feeling uncomfortable, she hurriedly said: "Girl, drink some sobering soup."
After saying that, he and Xunmei helped Song Qinghuan sit up, and fed her to drink all the hangover soup one mouthful at a time.
Xunmei couldn't help but added: "It's true, girl. Since I was drunk yesterday, I should have asked the slaves to prepare some sobering soup, so I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable today."
Seeing that she was talking too much, Texue tugged at her sleeves and whispered, "Say less."
Yesterday, Song Qinghuan went out at any time and came back at no time, but he never disturbed them. He probably didn't want them to know, but Xunmei kept talking about it, saying that he was doing this or that all day long.
Xunmei also knew that she shouldn't say so much, but she couldn't help it and snorted unconvinced.
Song Qinghuan was speechless, staring at the embroidery on the tent ceiling in trance. She didn't know how she came back yesterday, and she didn't know how to call the two maids to make her sobering soup.
Still feeling extremely top-heavy, Song Qinghuan turned over and said, "I'll just lie down for a while. Don't call me if you have nothing to do."
Texue responded in reply, but Xunmei said hurriedly: "Young lady, you are still sleeping. Mr. Wu has been waiting for you all day long."
As soon as she finished speaking, Texue couldn't help but glare at her: "I didn't see the girl feeling uncomfortable? Besides, it's not a big deal. It won't be the same if Mr. Wu comes back tomorrow."
Xunmei struggled: "Why is it the same? Don't you always say that today's work is done today? Besides, Mr. Wu is so old that he can't run back and forth every day."
Song Qinghuan really wanted to lie down for a while, but the two maids were arguing so much that she couldn't do anything about it.
He simply struggled to sit up and looked at the two of them with eyes as swollen as walnuts: "I think you two have reached your age and want to go out and get married. You keep going all day long and want to torture you girls to death."
No."
Texue quickly admitted her mistake: "They are all slaves."
Xunmei was so angry that she stamped her feet: "What are you talking about, girl? I'm not doing this for your own good."
"Yes, yes..." Song Qinghuan held his forehead and put on his soft-soled shoes: "Go get some water to freshen up, and then make a pot of strong tea."
Then he said, "Mr. Wu, please have some tea first while I clean up."
Texue left in response and Xunmei muttered: "Mr. Wu has already drank a cup of tea and gone to the toilet several times."
Song Qinghuan couldn't answer the call and pretended not to hear it.
Texue was more careful, brewed a pot of strong tea, and prepared some soft food.
Song Qinghuan washed and dressed, drank a cup of tea and some porridge, and then went to see Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu didn't lose his temper after waiting for this whole day. His whole face was red and he seemed to be in a very good mood.
Song Qinghuan stayed up until midnight last night and got drunk again. When she got up today, she didn't look very good.
As soon as he sat down, he drank tea to suppress the smell of alcohol.
"I'm not feeling well today. I kept you waiting for a long time. I wonder why you are so anxious to see me?"
After waiting for this moment, Mr. Wu swallowed all the words he had thought about first, and without mincing words, he said directly: "Miss Nao Nao, it's not a big deal for me to come here, I just want to ask the girl for a wife."
"You want someone? Who do you want?" Song Qinghuan was confused. The entire Diazhuang Pavilion was there. Apart from Niu Shun and his family, who else could Mr. Wu not be able to control?
Do you still have to ask him to come and ask for it in person?
"The old slave wants Yanwen's child."
"Yanwen? Who is Yanwen?" Song Qinghuan was even more confused. There seemed to be no one named Yanwen in her mind. After thinking about it, she wondered if she had drunk too much and was still drunk.
