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Sensing the warmth of his palm all the way, he finally found a remote hall in the Cining Palace.

What she saw was a side hall that was so simple that it almost didn't fit in with the surroundings. There was a unique smell of dampness from rotting wood after rain, mixed with the smell of alcohol on her body. Meng Jiao frowned in disdain, she seemed to have come in a hurry.

Zishu He Xuan in the room was concerned about Meng Jiao's poisoning, so he was particularly impatient with the Queen Mother's accountability. After dealing with it with a few words, he took the initiative to come to this side hall, and was now anxiously waiting for Qi Cheng to return with the news.

This was the place where he was ordered by the Queen Mother to study when he was young. In the past, even if he could answer questions fluently on all subjects, he would still be persuaded to go back and not go out.

But he didn't care about all this, because he felt that no one around him was alive. Everyone was living a dying life around the cage of the imperial city. They were ambitious but unchanging.

Even when he obeyed the Queen Mother, it was not because of the grace of raising him, but simply because he felt that there was no point in living and no fear of death.

But everything changed in the few days after meeting her. She was completely different from everything around her. She was overbearing and strong.

Her momentum twisted his life, which was just trying to follow the rules, into a mess, and his heart couldn't help but want to pursue and explore her.

He knew from the beginning that she had her own plan, and even expected that there would be sacrifices in order to break the impasse.

But I never expected that she would act in such a strong and direct way, even at the cost of hurting herself.

Her thoughts were straightforward but unquestionable. He dared to guarantee that within two days, every word she said at the palace banquet tonight would spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital.

But no matter which force it is, with hundreds of officials and hundreds of their families involved, who can stop it?

Even though the other party was delaying on purpose, she could still choose to play dumb. After all, under her leadership, Zhou Yuan's military force was no longer as weak as before, and she could still respond to any changes without changing.

But thinking about the fact that she was the one who chose to fight back in the end, I suddenly felt that it was reasonable.

There is no room for any grain of sand in her eyes.

The candlelight was dim. Meng Jiao carefully confirmed that there were no secret guards around, then found a window on the right and pushed it in. As soon as she jumped onto the window sill, she met the eyes of someone inside who had a murderous look on his face.

"Hey, you didn't sleep?"

When Zishu Hexuan saw that it was her, the coldness on his face instantly turned into worry. He quickly put away his sleeve arrow and walked towards her.

Considering the wound on her right shoulder, he could only hold her waist and pick her up carefully.

As soon as he hugged her, he smelled the lingering smell of alcohol on her, and he became even more worried.

"Are you seriously injured? Does it still hurt? How did you find this place?"

Meng Jiao, who was suddenly hugged, became instantly restrained and stiff, not daring to move. She had been dragged by her comrades and trampled by horses, but she had never been hugged so carefully by anyone.

She thought he would put her down, but unexpectedly he kept holding her in the same position as if he was holding a child and carried her to the bed.

"No, it doesn't hurt."

He slowly put her down, and when he looked up, he saw that her eyes were blank as if she was wandering in her mind. When he thought about the alcohol she smelled of, Zishu Hexuan thought she was drunk and had not yet sobered up.

I don't know how this person found him. My heart softened and my tone became gentler.

"But I feel uncomfortable when I touch the wound?"

Meng Jiao came back to her senses and quickly shook her head, sighing that he spoke so gently tonight.

"No, no, I've taken some medicine and I'll be fine in a few days."

Zishu Hexuan quickly stretched out his hands to steady her shaking head. She was still drunk and would probably feel dizzy if she shook like that.

As for what she said about it only taking a few days, he just took it as a joke.

"Okay, I believe everything you say. Don't shake your head or you'll get dizzy."

Meng Jiao's head was fixed, and she blinked as she thought about his words. Suddenly she realized that he seemed to have misunderstood that she was still drunk?

No wonder she is so proactive and gentle today...

"I'm not dizzy, I'm just a little thirsty. I searched a lot before I found you."

His heart seemed to be pulled by life, and Zishu Hexuan's eyes became softer in an instant.

He bent his hand and stroked her face with some heartache, then leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"I won't do that again. I'll go get you some water. Wait for me."

No? No what? No getting hurt, or no coming to him again?

There was only one weak candle in the room, and Zishu and Hexuan had not yet taken off their official uniforms.

Compared to the previous time when he was as calm as a chrysanthemum, he looked more mature today in his dark blue official uniform.

While he was pouring water, Meng Jiao raised her hand and touched her heart quietly. It was beating very fast.

I don’t know if I can get a few more kisses while pretending to be drunk. After all, that thing is very comfortable and may even relieve the pain.

Zishu Hexuan returned to the bedside with warm water. He wanted to hand the water to her but was afraid that it would be inconvenient for her left hand to use it, so he handed it directly to her lips.

Admiring his thoughtfulness, Meng Jiao stared at him and drank the whole cup of tea in one gulp.

"Want more?"

This tone, if you don't know, you might think it's coaxing a child.

Is Meng Jiao a child? She is a general!

"Ahem, yes~"

The smile on her lips deepened, Zishu Hexuan rubbed her twice with his fingers, and finally couldn't help but raised his hand to wipe away the water stains on the corners of her mouth.

When this guy is drunk, he is really too well behaved...

Just like that, Meng Jiao stared at him eagerly and drank three cups in a row.

After three cups, Zishu Hexuan was afraid that she would be too full and didn't dare to feed her anymore. He thought that since she was drunk, asking her about her situation might not be comprehensive, so it would be better to wait for Qi Cheng to come back. So he reached out and pulled out the soft pillow, intending to send her back after she was a little less drunk.

Meng Jiao was just pretending to be confused, so there was no need to dispel the alcohol.

Looking at the person who came closer to help her tidy up the quilt, she deliberately leaned forward and reached out to hug the person tightly.

Zishu Hexuan froze in his tidying movements, fearing that it would hurt her wound, and finally freed one hand to put it into her palm.

"Be good, I'll fix it right away. Don't raise your hand again and be careful not to pull the wound."

This person seems to be a different person tonight. He doesn't follow the rules and etiquette anymore...

She was so gentle that Meng Jiao couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

She mumbled a few words, not knowing what to say. In the end, she just sat there and watched him busy. When she saw that she was blocking him from getting the quilt, she consciously moved her butt to the side.

Zishu Hexuan noticed it and pursed his lips and exhaled quietly.

"Okay, take a rest for a while and I'll take you back. Go to sleep peacefully."

"Oh"

Holding his hand, Meng Jiao lay down obediently.

As a result, because Nan Xiao, that idiot, wanted to make the condition look serious, he tied the gauze so thick and tight that it hurt her armpits so much when she lay down.

Seeing her pause, Zishu Hexuan instantly thought of the gauze that could be seen outside her clothes, and thought that she had an injury that he was not aware of. He quickly changed his expression and went forward to support her waist and slowly laid her flat.

"Did you tear the wound? I'll go find a way. Just lie down and wait for me."

Meng Jiao pulled him back with all her strength. Not to mention who she could find so late at night, the most important thing was that even if she could get his people, she couldn't tell them that she just had a sore armpit...

"No, it's just too tight and inconvenient. It seems a bit uncomfortable to lie down. How about you tuck it behind me and I can lean on it."

Zishu Hexuan looked at her uncertainly when he heard her words. He was relieved when he saw no cold sweat on her face.

But he didn't dare to let her lie down anymore. He kicked off his boots and climbed onto the couch. He leaned against the head of the bed, then carefully pulled Meng Jiao up and held her in his arms.

"There's only one quilt here. You'll feel uncomfortable leaning on it. Can you lean on me?"

There was about half a head difference in height between the two of them. Meng Jiao stood up and half leaned against his neck. Perhaps because he was wearing an official uniform today, the plum blossom scent on his body was much lighter.

She rubbed it comfortably, and couldn't help but fix her eyes on his prominent Adam's apple.

"He Xuan, I'm very heavy, right?"

He tried to distance her from the cold bedside with his hands, and when he heard her words, he couldn't help but hold her close to him again.

"I can hold two of you."