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Pei Jing came back drunk.

At the wine table, Li Xiu Yi was drunk and cried like a dog, mouthful: "Your Highness, why doesn't she like me?"

On the contrary, Pei Jing became more sober, his eyes were dark and deep, he wanted to ask "Why don't you like me", but in the end all his words were lost in the pot of wine.

Pei Jing drank so violently that Li Xiuyi was a little scared, regardless of his status, he went to snatch his flagon, Pei Jing fell to the ground, spread his hands, the stamina of the strong wine surged up, and the dizziness in front of his eyes was a double image, he Thinking: It's good to finally be drunk.

Li Xiu Yi still had a sliver of consciousness, he stumbled down the restaurant, summoned the guards of the Prince's Mansion who were waiting outside to go upstairs, and asked them to help Pei Jing back to the Prince's Mansion.

In fact, he was drunk and couldn't see clearly. After talking to the horse for a long time, the guard saw that the situation was wrong and went forward by himself.

On the second floor, Li Xiuyi couldn't find his way. Fortunately, the door of the private room was not closed. The guard saw Pei Jing at a glance and strode forward: "Your Highness."

Pei Jing's voice was hoarse: "If you don't go home tonight, just sleep here."

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blurred, but his tone of voice sounded like someone who seemed to be fine.

But Li Xiu Yi knew that he was drunk, he usually spoke without trembling, sat beside him with a futon propped up, and advised: "Your Highness, go back."

How can a man with a family stay out at night?

If Gillian married him, he would definitely not stay out at night, no matter how angry he quarreled, he would stay at her door to see who was tougher than the other.

Thinking about it this way, he was really good, and then started crying again: "Your Highness, you have married home anyway, and the princess refuses to even look at me, what should I do?"

Pei Jing's ears were buzzing, and he felt that the alcohol was too strong, causing him a headache, so he changed his mind and said, "Forget it, let's go back home."

The guard helped Pei Jing up, helped him into the carriage, and returned home with a "da da".

Pei Jing was so drunk that the smell of alcohol could be smelled from far away, the manager took a look and said in shock: "Your Highness!"

Pei Jing was supported by him, her steps were frivolous, her thin lips were pursed, and she was too quiet.

The steward was very distressed, and helped him to the bedroom so that he could rest, but Meng Chuji was standing guard at the door, thinking that he should move somewhere, Meng Chuji saw them all at once and came up to them quickly:

"What happened to Qiu Yu?"

His tone was full of anxiety.

The general manager: "My lord, Your Highness has been upset recently, so you should stop hanging around in front of His Highness. After a while, His Highness calms down. Come again. This old servant has stayed in the mansion for three or forty years. I haven't seen His Highness drink alcohol. So drunk."

Meng Chuji's face turned pale, and he took away the hand that was about to help Pei Jing.

Only then did the manager help Pei Jing to bypass Meng Chuji and go to the room.

After a while, he came out and ordered someone to make hangover soup. After drinking so much, his stomach was cold. Wouldn't it hurt his health if he didn't warm it up?

Meng Chuji hurriedly said: "Shall I go?"

The manager looked at him, opened his mouth as if he wanted to reprimand him, and then remembered that his identity was not suitable, and sighed: "My lord, it's useless for you to do this, and His Highness won't be happy if he finds out."

"Then don't let him know. I just feel sorry and want to do something for him." Meng Chuji earnestly begged, "Please."

The manager had no choice but to let Meng Chuji go.

Meng Chuji cooked the wine soup and handed it to the manager, who brought it in. Meng Chuji was waiting outside, when suddenly he heard a voice from inside: "Where is the princess?"

There was no need for the manager to come out to call, Meng Chuji went in by himself, only to see Pei Jing wearing unlined clothes, loose and loose, without the usual serious and gentle demeanor, relaxed and lazy.

Meng Chuji went in and just stopped at the door so that Pei Jing could see him. He was afraid that Pei Jing would just ask casually, and would be upset if he really saw him, so he could retreat easily.

Pei Jing saw him and said expressionlessly, "Come here."

Meng Chuji was sure that he was calling him, so he quickly walked to him in three steps and two steps, and shouted excitedly: "Qiu Yu."

Pei Jing brought the bowl of hangover soup from the manager's hand and put it in his hand. Meng Chuji froze for a moment, raised his eyes in doubt, and only heard him say, "I'm drunk now."

Meng Chuji instantly understood, and happily said, "I'll feed you."

Pei Jing didn't listen to him, and said her own words: "I'm drunk now, and I don't do anything. Don't think that I forgive you. When I wake up, I won't remember anything."

After a pause, he pointed to the steward, "He testified."

Meng Chuji couldn't restrain the sense of loss in his heart, and then cheered up and smiled at him: "It's okay, I didn't expect you to forgive me so easily."

"Yeah." Pei Jing said lightly, "Then feed me."

Meng Chuji quickly took a spoonful and fed him.

Pei Jing lowered her head and ate the soup obediently, her eyelashes were long and curly, covering her pupils, her handsome face was covered with half a shadow, making it hard to see her face clearly.

The manager stood aside, suddenly felt that it was neither good to leave nor to stay, so he said cautiously: "Your Highness, I will go and serve you some more."

The excuse was quite clumsy, so Pei Jing agreed, and made a nasal voice that seemed to be absent: "Yes."

When the manager went down, there were only the two of them left in the room, and the atmosphere was a little delicate. Meng Chuji asked carefully, "Is it hot?"

Pei Jing said: "Don't talk."

Meng Chuji immediately shut up.

Pei Jing took one sip after another, and when the last sip of soup bottomed out, he suddenly bit the spoon.

Afraid of knocking his teeth, Meng Chuji didn't take the spoon back, but just looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

With a little force, Pei Jing put the spoon in her mouth, then raised her hand to take it off, holding the handle of the spoon, said: "I'm still drunk, and doing nothing doesn't count."

"I know."

"hold me."

Meng Chuji opened his eyes wide and stared at him blankly, without turning his head for a while.

Pei Jing thought he was unwilling, and said coldly: "Your life is still in my hands, if you are not willing..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Chuji threw himself into his arms: "I will, I will, I will hold you and keep holding you."

Pei Jing choked for a moment, and forced out a few words: "This is your blessing!"

"Yes, yes, I can't ask for it." Meng Chuji hugged her tightly, "Is this okay?"

Pei Jing was speechless.

Meng Chuji hugged him, smelling of his lingering alcohol, because he was standing and Pei Jing was sitting, he was half taller than Pei Jing, so Pei Jing fell asleep leaning on him.

The well-proportioned and long breathing made the whole room peaceful. Meng Chuji lowered his head and stared at him, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was deep tiredness that couldn't be resolved.

He is too tired.

Ever since he knew that the queen mother didn't have many days to live, he hadn't slept well. He had done his best to manage the funeral of the queen mother, exhausted both physically and mentally, and suffered the blow of being a man, otherwise he would have collapsed long ago.

So drunk, he just wanted to sleep well.

Meng Chuji's heart ached faintly.