Chapter 1292

Slowly, the Tuo body moved a few times, opened his bloodshot eyes, looked around, and then raised the wine bottle in his hand to fill his mouth.

But I couldn't pour out a drop of wine.

He immediately threw his hand and threw the wine bottle out.

Hit the ground heavily!

A bang.

Broken to pieces.

He looked at the wine bottle falling in front of him, rushed forward, and grabbed it around with his hands.

But they're all empty bottles.

"Come, come!" He shouted.

But no one responded for a long time.

"Where are the people? Where are they all dead? Wine, give me wine."

Still no one answered.

He lay on the ground and couldn't shout any more.

For a long time——

The door finally opened.

But it was not the girls and boys in the house who came in, but a woman in white.

The woman came up to him and stopped.

NATO followed the pair of white cloth shoes in front of him and slowly moved his vision upward.

But when it falls on a woman's knee, it can't lift up any more.

His head hung down.

Jing Xuan looked down at the man lying in front of her. Her face was calm and her eyes were full of elusive feelings.

For a long time, she squatted down slowly.

A white dress is very bright.

Her slender fingers gently brushed the scattered hair, lifted the corners of her mouth and said, "don't you want the throne most? I'll let you taste it, too. What's the taste you can't get?"

The sound echoed in the air

Strange and cold.

The Tuo vaguely heard something and moved.

Nothing more!

Jing Xuan looked at him coldly, then got up and went out.

As soon as I got to the door, I saw a little girl carrying a basin of water ready to go in. When I saw Jing Xuan dressed in white and with scattered hair, I was shocked immediately. My hand shook and the wooden basin fell out of my hand.

Hit the ground.

A basin full of water spilled out.

It splashed on Jing Xuan's clothes.

"Wang... Princess?" The girl stared at her.

In the middle of the night, a woman dressed like this comes out of it. Anyone would be afraid.

Jing Xuan looked at her and said, "when the Lord wakes up tomorrow, remember to persuade him not to drink again."

"... yes!" The girl shivered, "princess, what are you?"

Jing Xuan didn't respond to her. She put her hands on both sides, straightened her back, and walked forward step by step without squinting.

Finally, only the girl was left with a thin and lonely figure.

It took a long time for the little girl to react.

Turning to enter the house, seeing that Tuo lay motionless on the ground, he quickly called someone and carried the drunken Lord to the bed.

Just... What's the princess doing here?

……

The next day, NATO woke up from bed and felt uncomfortable all over.

Severe pain in the head.

He got out of bed and went out of the inner room. He found that the room had been cleaned up.

There was no mess at all.

However, he still couldn't lift any spirit. He sat down in a chair and shouted out, "come on."

The girl came in from the outside hunched over.

"What do you want?"

That Tuo propped his head and softened his eyebrows: "go and get the wine."

"Lord, I'd better..." stop drinking.

When these words were still spoken, natuo immediately interrupted them.

He said, "don't hurry."

The little girl doesn't move.

Natuo looked at her with bloody and haggard eyes and said, "didn't you hear what the king said? The king said he wanted wine!"

"I heard it, but..."

"But what?"

"Last night... The princess came last night and said she asked her maidservant to persuade the Lord not to drink any more."

what?

NATO thought he had heard wrong.

"What are you talking about?"

"The princess came after the prince got drunk in there last night."

"Bang!" Then Tuo looked up and clapped his hand on the table.

"Didn't the King say that the princess was forbidden to walk around? Did you hear what the king said?"

"No, my Lord. I don't know how the princess came here last night. At that time, she was dressed all over..."

"What are you wearing?"

"Dressed in white and with hair."

What is this operation?

late at night!

White!

Hair!

This is not a female ghost. What is it?

Natuo thought he had heard wrong again. He stood up and asked, "are you sure it was the princess who came last night?"

"Yes."

"What is she doing here?"

"It's not clear, but when you leave, let the maidservant wait for the Lord to wake up and advise you to drink less wine."

Natuo: "

Why do you always feel cold on your back.

It's a little strange.

Although he was angry, before Gong Shilin died, he said he wouldn't do anything to Jing Xuan.

This is probably the only thing he can do.

……

The other side.

A news spread among the officials.

Three days later, there will be a Lantern Festival near Wenqiao.

Many literary giants and nobles in the city were invited to attend.

Who is the host?

I don't know!

Most of the students who participated in the examination were invited.

Song Zhi is no exception!

He was surprised to see the invitation in his hand and sent it for a long time!

Because he is different from others.

In addition to being able to write poetry, I am not a great writer, I am not a dignitary, and I have no backstage.

Unlike other students, they are either rich or powerful, or they have become students under an adult.

So he was deeply skeptical that he could be invited.

Lang Po just passed by the door of his room.

I saw him sitting at his desk looking at something.

His face was very tangled.

"What are you looking at?" He asked at the house.

The sound from the door suddenly startled Song Zhi.

He suddenly turned back and saw Langbo's round eyes looking at himself curiously.

He quickly hid the invitation in his sleeve.

"Nothing."

Lang Po's mouth wore a bad smile: "isn't it a letter from a girl's family?"

Man, what you said is too literary.

Isn't it easier to say love letters directly?

Song Zhi's face turned red.

He got up and said shyly, "Mr. Lang... What are you talking about? I... no, I have such conditions. Where can a girl look up to me?"

"Then show me."

"It's not a good thing."

"Let me see."

Langbo just wants to see.

Go and pull his sleeve.

The speed was very fast. Song Zhi didn't respond. The invitation he had just hidden in his sleeve was pulled away by Lang Bo.

Lang Po was very happy.

I thought I caught Song Zhi's weakness.

However, when he looked at the things in his hand, he found that it was not a love letter at all, but an invitation.

I lost interest after a while.

Throw something to him: "cut, I thought it was something."

Song Zhi quickly caught the invitation and patted it with his hand. Very precious.