Drunk House

Zhou Gu opened Zhang Yun's letter and read every line. After reading it, the corners of his mouth twitched and he seemed very speechless.

 But I have to admit that I was relieved by him.

No matter how difficult it is now, is it more difficult than when he didn't even dare to sleep, when he and Zhang Yun took turns taking care of his father-in-law, and to prevent the killers from the Nangong family from jumping out at any time to follow him and kill him? At that time, new wounds would be added to the body every day before the old wounds healed. As fate would have it, he married a concubine, and now that he was the concubine, even if the household affairs were in a mess, they would one day be completely resolved, and it seemed that it really didn't matter.

He put down the letter and looked at Su Rong. Seeing that she was staring at him, something was wrong. He asked, "Why are you looking at me like this? What do you want to say?"

Su Rong asked directly: "Do you regret it and want to run back to Daliang?"

 “No.” Zhou Gu answered simply.

"Really?" Su Rong looked at her suspiciously. Even she wanted to run away, but there was never a moment when he wanted to run away?

"Really not." Zhou Gu's expression remained unchanged. Even if he almost had that thought when he first stepped out of the household department on the first night, he was dispelled by her hug and a distressed expression.

Su Rong stared at him seriously, "If you really want to run away..."

"Have I told you yet?" Zhou Gu reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugging her, and said aggrievedly: "Don't listen to Zhang Yun's nonsense. I don't have any. How can I let you go? I can't let go of my father-in-law either." He paused. After a pause, "Okay, even if you have such an idea at a certain moment, I will immediately put it away. No one else wants to be your concubine except me. Even if I am exhausted in this position, I have to do it." Your concubine."

 Su Rong: “…”

This is what I said.

She stretched out her hand and patted his back, "I haven't even finished speaking yet. Why are you anxious? What I want to say is that if you really want to run away, it's too late. I won't let you go and I'll tie you up." Tie to my side.”

Zhou Gu suddenly became happy. He liked hearing this and said with a smile: "If you can speak, speak more."

Su Rong was amused and reached out to pinch his waist.

Zhou Gu took a breath, held her hand, and said close to her ear: "Sister, don't you know that you can't touch a man's waist?"

Su Rong snorted as he listened to his slightly restrained tone of laughter, raised her head and hooked his neck to kiss him, then teased him back, "Brother, you don't know you look like this, you really want me to eat you up." You?"

 Zhou Gu: “…”



He grabbed her waist with his backhand, held her face with his other hand, and pushed her down on the table, pressing her on the flowers scattered on the table.

The two of them had a lot of fun. When Zhou Gu carried Su Rong to the bed, Su Rong was already in messy clothes, with a pink face, unsteady breathing, and slight wheezing.

Zhou Gu was not much better. He put Su Rong down, turned around and left, going to the bath.

Su Rong lay on the bed and calmed down for a moment. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and immediately paused, thinking about how he would explain to Fengling tomorrow with that crumpled appearance.

 It’s all her fault that she has no self-control.

When Zhou Gu came back after taking a bath, Su Rong was already asleep. He turned off the lights gently and saw the flowers on the table. He thought that he couldn't take this thing out anymore, but he couldn't throw it away. Without this It's so fancy that I can't do some of the work in the Ministry of Etiquette.

He stood there for a while, resignedly went to find paper and pen, and traced the patterns again. Fortunately, Fengling didn't bring much back to show to Su Rong. Although he was not very proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, he had dabbled in both. It won't take too much effort.

While describing, he thought to himself that he was really doing his own thing. He was really in a daze just now. He was teased by his brother who was deliberately seducing him. He lost his sense of humor and forgot that the tricks on the table were ruined.

Su Rong was in a daze when she was awakened by the light of candles and subtle movements. She saw Zhou Gu writing at the table and concentrating on something. She said, "Zhou Gu, you are not sleeping. You are doing something." What?" Zhou Gu had no choice but to say, "Go to bed first."

 “You haven’t said what you are doing yet?” Su Rongqian asked seriously.

Zhou Gu sighed, "I'm tracing the patterns that Fengling brought back. I can't just bring them back to him tomorrow. I'll draw a new one."

Su Rong said "Oh" and said regretfully, "It's all my fault."

"What do you blame me for?" Zhou Gu kept his pen and paper in his hands as he spoke, and kept his eyes fixed on her. He was afraid of making a mistake, so he coaxed her, "It will be fine soon. You continue to sleep, be good."

 “Yeah.” Su Rong responded and continued to pass.

Zhou Gu finished tracing several patterns in one breath, then put down his pen, rubbed his wrists, relaxed his whole body, yawned, turned off the light, and went back to bed to lie down.

As soon as he lay down, Su Rong, who had not slept well, immediately turned over, rolled into his arms, and found a comfortable position.

Zhou Gu looked at her through the moonlight. His little face was flushed with sleep, and he had a peach-shaped face. He was sleeping peacefully and breathing evenly. He hugged her contentedly and closed his eyes.

 Su Rong woke up early in the morning on the second day, and was the first to run to the table to see the patterns drawn by Zhou Gu. She exclaimed, "Zhou Gu, you are so amazing."

Zhou Gu raised his eyebrows proudly, but said: "It's not bad! It's simple."

Su Rong muttered, "If you are not simple, I am not good at it. I also discovered it yesterday, but I thought there was nothing I could do. I could only let Fengling take it back and use it. At worst, he would try to think of something on his own. Unexpectedly, You are so powerful."

"You and I have crumpled up a bunch of flowers, how can we take them out again?" Zhou Gu put away the original flowers and stuffed them into the box beside the bed. The two of them did something intimate with the flowers. They knew the thing best. Su Rong was thick-skinned, and he was not that thin-skinned, but he couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

Su Rong understood what he meant, giggled, stretched out her arms to hug him, "Don't mess around next time."

I don’t know whether I said this to myself or to Zhou Gu.

Zhou Gu stretched out his hand to pull her away and said resistingly: "It's so early in the morning and you have to go to court. You stay away from me and don't mess with me."

Su Rong stuck out her tongue at him and turned to wash up.

Zhou Gu saw that she was like a little girl, how old she was, and she actually stuck out her tongue at him, which made her angry and funny.

Fengling also wanted to go to court and went to Dingmao to get the pattern that he had shown Su Rong yesterday. Su Rong gave it to him without changing her expression and said nothing.

Fengling took it and took a look, surprised, "Sister, this is not what I gave you yesterday. Although the pattern is exactly the same, the writing method is different."

Su Rong said seriously: "The painting you brought back yesterday was not good. Zhou Gu felt it was ugly after looking at it, so he repainted it himself."

Fengling: “…”

He was shocked, "Brother-in-law actually has time to look at a few ugly pictures? He has been busy at the Ministry of Finance all day, won't he feel tired when he comes back?"

“He’s tired, but his eyes are so ugly that he can’t sleep. What can he do?” Su Rong talked nonsense.

Feng Ling sighed, why didn't she realize before that her brother-in-law was still a perfectionist.