The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

What a simple and pure wish, but it is so difficult to realize.

Feng Tianzhu smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up the jar of wine, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. On that chilly night, the icy wine went down his throat and into his stomach, and he shivered from the cold.

"In my next life, I only wish to be born into an ordinary family."

"Don't have so many brothers, don't have an unusual father, as long as the mother is alive and the family is happy."

As Feng Tianzhu spoke, he picked up the jar of wine again, faced the moon, and took a big gulp of wine.

He drank a little too fast, and some of the wine went into his mouth, while some spilled on his clothes, soaking his entire collar.

In a moment, the collar stained with wine became stiff and frozen.

Feng Tianzhu didn't mind and continued drinking.

When Jiujiu came over, he put down the jar of wine and glanced at Jiujiu.

Jiujiu came to the stone table where Feng Tianzhu was sitting, put the upside-down sword into the scabbard, took the wine jar from Feng Tianzhu, raised his head, and drank a hearty sip.

When the liquor goes down your throat, you feel the coldness at first, but gradually, you can taste the mellow aroma of the liquor.

"This wine is really good." Jiujiu praised.

Feng Tianzhu stared at the Fengming Sword in Jiujiu's hand and said, "It has been buried underground for more than ten years. How can it not taste good?" He buried it when he knew he had a sister. It was wine stolen from the palace banquet. He hoped that he could drink with his sister when he grew up. But today, he was in a bad mood, so he dug out a jar first.

"Your sword is pretty good too."

"It's not an ordinary sword."

Feng Tianzhu said as he snatched the wine jar back from Jiujiu. Looking at Jiujiu who wanted to drink a few more sips, he raised his eyebrows proudly and said, "If you still want to drink, can you show me your sword?"

No one can resist the lure of a good sword.

Even if I can't own it, being able to touch it and play with it will make me satisfied.

"Sword!" The wine tasted good but was a bit strong. Jiujiu felt dizzy after just two sips. Her voice was not so clear when she spoke. She said indistinctly, "I'll give it to you to play with." She didn't know what he could do with such a serious injury on his back!

Ugh--

Jiujiu shook his head.

After Feng Tianzhu took the sword, he handed the jar of wine to Jiujiu.

Jiujiu held the jar of wine and started drinking.

Feng Tianzhu picked up the sword, looked at it excitedly for a while, and then started playing with it.

Jiujiu's prediction was correct. The injury on Feng Tianzhu's back restricted his actions and prevented him from dancing with the sword. Even if he tried to swing it slightly, it would not work with a small movement.

Whenever he raised his hand, the wound on his back would be affected, and the piercing pain was unbearable.

In the end, he could only hold the sword, look at it with pity for a long time, and then return it to Jiujiu.

Jiujiu was completely drunk at this moment.

When Feng Tianzhu returned her sword, she smiled and said, "I knew you couldn't do it."

"No?" Feng Tianzhu felt embarrassed.

A man cannot be told no, it's too embarrassing.

But seeing that Jiujiu was drunk, he didn't care. He just snatched the jar of wine from Jiujiu and continued drinking.

Feng Tianzhu had an amazing alcohol tolerance. He got drunk only after he finished the rest of the wine.

His mind began to become cloudy and unclear, and he could now say things that he usually restrained himself from saying.

Feng Tianzhu pointed at Jiujiu and said, "Feng Jiujiu, do you know that I really envy you?"

Jiujiu's eyelids were drooping, but her gossiping heart kept her awake. She forced herself to sit up and asked in a daze, "What are you envious of?"

Feng Tianzhu said rather sentimentally: "I envy you for wanting to dine with the emperor and being able to dine with him."

"Even if I try my best, I may not be able to achieve my goal."

"Every time Father sees me, it's like seeing an insignificant stranger."

"The father-son relationship between me and my father is only embodied in our blood. It is not reflected in other places."

When he was a child, his father never held him in his arms. Even when he grew up and went to school, he could occasionally see his father, but his father did not pay attention to him, and they rarely even had the chance to talk.

He was the youngest prince, and his father was always busy paying attention to his older brothers, so he, the youngest one, had almost no sense of existence.

Feng Tianzhu sighed in grievance.

"That sounds..." Jiujiu scratched his head and said, "You want to have dinner with father?"

Feng Tianzhu nodded heavily and said, "Yes, I do. I really, really want to."

"I also hope that Father can pick some food for me."

"I hope Father can talk to me more."

"I hope my father can... can..." Feng Tianzhu felt that this last wish was a bit extravagant, so extravagant that he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Tears suddenly fell. I don’t know if it was because the liquor was too strong and spicy, or because I felt too sad.

Feng Tianzhu wiped his tears with his sleeve and said to himself, "I also want father to hug me, so that I can feel the warmth of father's arms." He had never felt it before and really longed for it.

"It's just a meal together, no big deal, I'll take you there tomorrow."

"Father won't say anything."

Jiujiu said readily.

"Really?" Feng Tianzhu was so excited that he was half sober. He came to Jiujiu, regardless of the pain in his back, stretched out his hand, held Jiujiu's shoulder, shook it, and said: "Feng Jiujiu, you are not lying?"

“Stop shaking.” Jiujiu struggled unhappily to free Feng Tianzhu’s hand that was holding her shoulder, and said with some disgust: “…I’m going to shake the water out of my brain.”

"No, it's the water in my stomach."

"No, no, no, it's the wine in my stomach."

"I've mispoken."

Jiujiu felt like vomiting. She dry-retched a few times into the flower bed behind her, but nothing came out.

"..."

This girl is very drunk.

She only drank two or three sips, but she got so drunk?

While Feng Tianzhu was complaining about Jiujiucai in his heart, he confirmed again: "Feng Jiujiu, is what you just said true? Answer me?" This matter was very important to him and he had to get an accurate answer.

"About taking you to dine with the emperor!" Jiujiu nodded, "Really, it's more real than real gold."

"All real pearls are real."

"More real than you."

As Jiujiu finished speaking, his voice became lower and lower, and he looked drowsy and shaky, about to fall asleep on the stone table.

Feng Tianzhu exhaled weakly.

However, Jiujiu suddenly sat up again, pointed at Feng Tianzhu with a smile, and said excitedly: "...More real than you."

"You're fake."

"fake."

"Hahaha."

Jiujiu laughed so hard that she fell backwards and laughed until her stomach hurt.

After finally stopping laughing, Jiujiu pointed at Feng Tianzhu and added to what she had said before: "You are actually a eunuch."