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The jar of wine in his arms landed on the ground with a bang, and as if it was a conditioned reflex, Zhong Fu sprung up, throwing himself straight towards the east, not knowing what was going on. How dare you bully my little mute? "Young master …"

Before Zhong Fu could even get close to him, a strong force had already sent him flying out, smashing him hard on the wooden armrest. When he landed, he gave a muffled groan and no longer moved!

"Chung Fu?" Zhao Jing was astonished.

"You sound quite intimate!" He was like an Asura with an ashen face, his gaze firmly fixed on her, "I wonder if there is any difference in status?"

His little mute? Ridiculous!

"He's just a friend!" Zhao Jing's brow creased slightly. He let out a burp and then smiled. She lazily leaned against the wooden armrest, her long eyelashes half-hanging down as she shrank into the shadow that belonged to him. It was just a small ball.

"The emperor seems to have forgotten what this subject told you!" Dongfang Miaoming looked at her coldly.

Zhao Jing let out a long breath. "How could I have forgotten?" He wouldn't dare forget even if he died! The old kings called themselves the oligarchs! At its peak, it is all alone! " She closed her eyes with a slight smile on the corner of her lips, revealing her true emotions. "But Father Zhong, sometimes people are better than the heavens. Can you calculate when your heart will be moved and when your heart will die?"

Dongfang Cunming suddenly frowned. He quickly crouched down and maintained the same position as her, "You …" "You're interested?"

Hearing that, she slowly opened her eyes. Her ice-cold hands gently lifted up his handsome face. The coldness of her palm blended with the warmth of his cheeks. That sort of silent skin that came into contact with his skin felt as if something was seeping through.

It slowly seeped into his skin and blood vessels, circulating through his limbs and bones.

"What is a heart?" Her eyes were misty, and her mouth was filled with the scent of alcohol. "I was raised by Father Zhong, but he didn't even have anything. How could he expect me to have any feelings for him?"

"What do you think, Father?"

He just looked at her and said nothing.

"The East is not clear …" She called his name. "Are you interested?" I used to have it, but... "Gone …"

Her tears suddenly fell, she picked up the jug and gulped it down. The remaining wine in the jar spilled onto her cheeks, quickly dripping from her delicate lower jaw and sliding down her throat into her clothes. The speed was so fast that Dongfang Wenming didn't even have time to react.

He admitted that he had lost his mind because of what she had said!

Dongfang Buming quickly snatched away her wine jar and threw it out. The wine jar shattered and the wine spilled all over the floor. Zhou Zhiqian didn't know what to do for a moment, so he could only stand far away in case something changed!

Grabbing her delicate lower jaw, Dongfang Miaoming gritted his teeth, "Have you drunk enough?"

Suddenly, she grabbed his shirt and put her lips together.

A mouthful of strong liquor was poured into his mouth, and his mysterious pupils quickly split into a few invisible slits.

The strong wine entered her throat as her Adam's apple quickly rolled. As the scent of books and ink permeated her body, it mixed with her blood and life. Warmth and cold touch, the lips and teeth between soft and sticky, who can say what kind of subtle feeling it is?

His tongue subconsciously pushed outwards, but inadvertently touched the corner of her slightly swollen lips. The faint taste of blood came from his mouth.

No matter how beautiful something was, looking at it up close, it was always vague and terrifying. You will see the most ferocious scene, originally beautiful things, at that moment revealed the original appearance.

In the end, it was she who lowered her eyes and fell head first into his arms. The person in his arms was probably drunk and did not move at all. Her forehead was pressed against his neck, his chin against her cheek.

Dongfang Wenming gently picked her up and carefully carried her back.

Zhou Zhizhi hurried over, "Master?"

"It's up to you!" Dongfang gave him a meaningful glance.

Zhou Zhizi nodded, "This lowly subordinate understands!"

After Dongfang Wenming left, Zhou Zhizhong quickly walked to Zhong Fu's side. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and touched Zhong Fu's chest! Finding what he was looking for, Zhou Zhizhong smirked as he said, "Heir, sorry for offending you!"

As he waited to see him back to his room, Zhou Zhisheng knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in!" Dongfang Wenming lowered his voice.

When Zhou Zhizhi entered, Zhao Jing had already fallen asleep. Drunk and slightly drunk was the easiest way to fall asleep. Moreover, she had injuries on her body, so naturally it was even worse! Dongfang Wenming was currently reaching out his hand to touch her forehead. He didn't know that this girl was drinking with injuries. It was because after the night wind blew, she had become a little hot!

"Master, how is the emperor?" Zhou Zhizhi asked softly.

Dongfang Wenming let out a long breath, "Go get a basin of water!"

"Yes sir!" Zhou Zhizi nodded.

Just as he turned around, Dongfang Wenming said, "Bring me another hot egg."

Zhou Zhizhi was stunned for a moment before he nodded his head.

Not long after, Zhou Zhizhi came back with a bowl of eggs and a washbowl. He put down the basin, "Master, do you want to eat this egg? Shall I peel it off for you now? "

"Down!" Dongfang Wenming pulled a wet towel over Zhao Jing's forehead.

Zhou Zhizhi nodded his head and carefully exited the room. When he closed the door, he saw Dongfang Wenming sitting properly at the table, peeling an egg. He didn't know what Dongfang Wenming was up to.

After peeling the egg, Dongfang Wenming returned to the bedside and narrowed his eyes to look at the bruises on Zhao Jing's lips. He tried to move as slowly as possible and carefully rolled the egg on the corner of her lips.

Zhao Jing seemed to feel pain and furrowed his brows slightly in his sleep. Dongfang Bu Fang's movements became sluggish, causing him to frown. He did not dare to continue.

He waited for her to clear her brow before he continued.

Zhong Fu's punch was really ruthless. Fortunately, he wasn't courteous to Zhong Fu, and he had avenged her with his two kicks! However, from the looks of it, this little girl was quite considerate of Zhong Fu. Was it due to her selfishness or selfish desires?

Heart?

He was slightly startled. Was he serious?

She said she used to have it, but it's gone!

What about him?

Dongfang Wenming sat on the bed and looked at the sleeping Zhao Jing. He had it, and then it was gone...

In his mind, he suddenly remembered what Zhong Fu had said: My little mute! His eyebrows suddenly twisted into a square shape, and Dongfang Cunming's face darkened slightly, "Your life is mine, even if you're the Prince's son!"

Zhao Jing had slept extremely well. As expected, sleeping when he was drunk was a comfortable and dreamless night. He slept soundly and without any worries. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he saw a person standing by the window. Standing with his hands behind his back, his tall body blocked the faint light of dawn outside the window. The weak light of dawn enveloped his entire being, making him seem like a dream in the void.

Dongfang Wenming turned around faintly. "You're awake?"

She narrowed her eyes, unable to react for a moment.

It had to be said that the heavens weren't fair. They'd given him a pair of hands dyed in blood, but they'd also given him a face everyone admired. One thought became a demon, another thought became a Buddha. This was the best combination of his body. It was as if a contract had been made between the heavens and the earth. It was more like the two sides of darkness and light!

"You haven't slept all night?" She didn't understand.

"How can we allow him to snore when he's beside the Emperor's pillow!" He was a bit of a sadist.

Zhao Jing didn't say anything.

Outside, there was the sound of Zhou Zhiqian knocking on the door. "Master, everything has been packed!"

"Let's go!" Dongfang gave her a glance.

Zhao Jing nodded and got up. "Did I get drunk last night?"

"You're not drunk, I'm drunk!" He mocked her seriously.

Zhao Jing pursed his lips and looked at the unusual scene in the room. He saw that there was still a washcloth in the washbasin, as well as the eggs and eggshells on the table. He was slightly startled for a moment.

Before she could say anything, Dongfang Cunming had already walked out of the door, "I'll be waiting for you outside!"

She opened her mouth and swallowed the words back as the door closed. She reached out and touched the corner of her swollen lips!

Dongfang Wenming and Zhou Zhiqian were already waiting in the backyard. Zhao Jing took the reins of the horse from Dongfang Ming and looked around with a slight frown on his face.

Seeing that his master's face had turned black, Zhou Zhizi immediately saluted Zhao Jing and said, "Young master, don't look for him. The crown prince has not awakened from his drunken state, and is still sleeping! He is the Young Master of Phoenix City, he naturally doesn't need to return to the capital with us! "When a vassal lord enters the capital, he needs an imperial decree, otherwise …"

Otherwise, it would be easy for him to be called rebellious!

Zhao Jing naturally understood his meaning. He only subconsciously searched for him, but he didn't really want Zhong Fu to accompany him back. "Is he alright?"

"Are you talking about the crown prince's hangover or my kick?" Dong Fang asked in an obscure tone.

Zhao Jing's eyebrows rose slightly. Looking at his sinister eyes, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. "It's just a casual question. If there's nothing else, it's naturally for the best!" Saying so, he jumped onto the horse.

Dongfang Wenming snorted, and the three of them rode their horses away.

Zhou Zhiqian's heart broke out in a cold sweat. This honorable Crown Prince was in for a ride of misfortune!

He quickly rode back to the capital. However, Zhao Jing was injured and could not continue to gallop. He had to stop and walk. If he was tired, he had to get off the horse to rest, lest the wound split again!

Halfway up the mountain, Zhao Jing's sharp eyes caught sight of something that Zhou Zhiqian was holding in his arms. "What is that thing of yours?"

The corner of Zhou Zhizhi's mouth twitched. "It's the money pouch."

"It seems to be related to Crown Prince." A faint smile appeared on Zhao Jing's face.

Hearing this, Zhou Zhizi glanced at Dongfang Wenming.

Dongfang Wenming acted as if nothing had happened and turned a deaf ear and a blind eye! In any case, it wasn't him, so what does it have to do with him? Chopper didn't have the money to pay for his room. So what if he was being held in an inn while he ate an overlord's meal? He was the Regent, not the housekeeper of Duke Ming's Mansion!

Zhao Jin rubbed between his brows. This narrow-minded man …

Vaguely, she seemed to hear the curses of the gods!

"You despicable scumbags actually abandoned me and ran! Who exactly stole my purse?! " Zhong Fu roared towards the sky.

"Young master, we've finally found you!"

Zhong Fu froze on the spot!

Meeting the unknown in the East was the worst thing that could happen to Zhong Fu. He even felt like he was being chased down and forced to jump into the river. Although he said that he would bring Zhao Jing back to Phoenix City, he didn't like it at all.

Humans had this kind of personality. If they stayed in the same place for too long, they would inevitably get tired of it!

At least, that was what Zhao Jing had thought before he left the palace.

But now, she changed her mind. [What kind of bullsh * t is this supposed to be when the king has no power or power?] Only by killing would the people of the world look up to him and not dare to desecrate him!

A hawk flew across the sky and landed with a secret letter tied to its ankle.

"Master!" Zhou Zhizhi offered, "Vice General Renault is the one who expressed his gratitude."

Zhao Jing rubbed his forehead. "Just what did you do to Crown Prince Ying?"

Zhou Zhizhi smiled, "Don't worry, young master. It's just a matter of where you're from and where you're going to return it to!"

Zhao Jing looked towards the expressionless Dongfang Wenming. "Zhongfu is a very vengeful person. He definitely won't let you go so easily!"

Dongfang Wenming flicked his sleeve, and the piece of cloth in his palm turned into dust. "Do you think I'm afraid of him?"