Chapter 230

"I'm not drunk!"

"I'm awake!"

"I'm going to be drunk. How can I speak so clearly!"

Zhang Yuhe is like a child, stubbornly proving that he is not drunk.

Liu Huanjiao answered without retorting or daring to retort, "yes, marshal, you are awake."

"You perfunctory me!" Zhang Yuhe has the omen of playing wine crazy.

Liu Huanjiao was afraid that she could not have a safe sleep tonight. She even said, "general, go to the east courtyard quickly. The third wife is still waiting for you!"

Zhang Yuhe stared at Liu Huanjiao and said nothing.

When Liu Huanjiao yawned for a long time, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "are you going to drive me away?"

"Liu Huanjiao! You drove me away!"

"Marshal, of course I didn't drive you away, I just..." before Liu Huanjiao explained, Zhang Yuhe stood up and went out.

Look at that step. It's very vigorous. It's not like a drunk at all.

Three seconds later.

"Dong!"

Liu Huanjiao looked at Zhang Yuhe and planted him on the ground without warning.

Loud noise.

Tut Tut, Zhang Yuhe's nose is so straight that it must hurt a lot.

Liu Huanjiao sighed for a few seconds before she came forward to help Zhang Yuhe. She was as drunk as a dead dog and as heavy as a dead pig.

She took great pains to move Zhang Yuhe from the ground to the bed, took off his shoes, took off his alcoholic coat, and left only his Chinese clothes.

After wiping a handful of sweat, Liu Huanjiao went to the spring moon next door to sleep. She got up and told the people waiting in the east courtyard that the marshal would stay in her room tonight.

Then I thought about sleeping tonight.

Zhang Yuhe is already drunk. It's estimated that she can't wake up until tomorrow, even if she wants him to do something to her.

The bed is also very big. Zhang Yuhe sleeps outside and she sleeps inside.

Yes, that's it. I'm sleepy.

Liu Huanjiao thanks that it is autumn now, even if she sleeps, she can't dress cool. So she climbed over Zhang Yuhe without embarrassment, fell beside him and fell asleep for a few seconds.

Zhang Yuhe felt like he had a nightmare.

A heavy stone pressed on his chest and he couldn't breathe.

He pushed it and pressed it again in a few seconds, making him suspect that some thief had prepared torture for him.

"Well..."

Zhang Yuhe opened his eyes. There was a slightly strange bed top in front of him. It was bright outside and he had a splitting headache.

How much did he drink yesterday?

His chest was still heavy. Zhang Yuhe saw the culprit of the big stone in his dream.

It was Liu Huanjiao, his wife, who looked soft and weak and put one hand over but made him out of breath.

Turning her head, her sleeping face was at most six inches away from him.

His face is as white as a peach, his red lips are slightly open, he breathes evenly, and he sleeps very irregularly.

Like a child.

It's really different from her usual cold appearance.

Liu Huanjiao, who are you? How many noodles are there?

Which one is the real you?

Liu Huanjiao felt that she had been awakened by "watching". In her dream, she always felt that someone was watching her all the time. She was so flustered that she couldn't help opening her eyes.

Then he looked at each other like this.

She was so surprised that she forgot her words for a moment.

"Madam, how long do you want to be a husband?"

Zhang Yuhe suddenly made a noise and joked. Liu Huanjiao immediately sat up. Only then did she find that her hands and even feet had been resting on Zhang Yuhe.

What did she do?!

"Marshal, I'll call Chunyue to wash you!"

Liu Huanjiao wanted to climb down, but she was pulled by Zhang Yuhe, turned over and lay back in bed.

Zhang Yuhe's hands pressed on both sides of her head, which was very similar to that day.

"Marshal?" Liu Huanjiao smiled to hide her embarrassment and panic. "It's getting late now. Don't you get up and do something?"