C21

That night, Shang Yiqing did not even know how she got back to the palace. When she got back, she was already drunk. Originally, her tolerance for alcohol was not that high, but when so many people came up to urge her to drink, as well as Fang Zinan's mocking gaze from time to time, it made her very angry. At first, she was still able to control herself, but later on, she was completely confused and did not know why.

When she woke up, it was already midnight.

"Bring water, I'm thirsty!" Shang Yiqing licked her dry lips and shouted.

"I need more water." She leaned against the bed lazily, not even opening her eyes.

Another cup of water was brought to her lips. She drank three cups of water in a row. Only then did her thirst completely disappear. At the same time, her alcohol senses cleared and she slowly opened her eyes.

A person was sitting in front of her bed, blocking some of the light from the candles, making her seem like a wall.

"Why is it you, Little Ru? Why didn't she come and serve me? " Shang Yiqing could not help but ask when she saw the person sitting in front of her was Fang Zinan.

"Esteemed wangfei, it's already the middle of the night. I told her to go back to her room to rest." Fang Zinan said with a smirk, and a trace of a smile appeared on his lips.

"It's all your fault, why did you frame me? You want me to drink so much for you? " Shang Yiqing, who was half drunk and half awake, shouted angrily at the mocking smile on his face.

"I didn't frame you. You were the one trying to be brave. You don't have that much alcohol tolerance, you can just not drink it!" Fang Zinan's expression was bland, and he completely ignored the angry feelings of the dealer.

Shang Yiqing glared at him, "You have no good intentions!"

Fang Zinan just smiled, "Do you want some more water?"

Shang Yiqing nodded, and Fang Zinan got up to pour her another glass of water. He brought it to her lips, and Shang Yiqing bowed slightly, suddenly feeling as if her internal organs were in a mess as she vomited. She tried to hold in the soreness, but she couldn't; it was as if her stomach was about to swallow her stomach.

"Ai …" "You …" Fang Zinan wanted to dodge, but he could only retreat backwards. However, he spat out more than half of the filth on his body.

Shang Yiqing ignored the black lines on his face and continued to vomit until all the filth had been spat out. She felt better and straightened up, rubbing her chest.

"You think you're spitting all over me?" Fang Zinan raised his eyebrows, revealing a disgusted expression. He was used to cleanliness, but now that he vomited all over Shang Yiqing's body, her body was covered in filth and the stench of alcohol on the floor almost made him lose his breath.

Seeing him like that, Shang Yiqing said happily, "You can't blame me for this, I drank all the wine for you, I've only returned them to you now!"

How could Fang Zinan be vomited like this in his life? This embarrassing feeling greatly angered him. As he retreated, he took off his clothes. He wanted to quickly take off this clothes that was full of dirt from the vomit.

When had she ever seen him in such a sorry state? When she saw his flustered and exasperated appearance, she actually felt very happy. She wanted to restrain her laughter, but she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"You damned woman!" Fang Zinan angrily glared at her, and the smell of alcohol coming from his body made him want to vomit, "I'll go change my clothes now, I'll teach you a lesson later!" After which, he turned around and walked out.

"Hur Hur Hur Hur, this is really too funny!" After laughing, Shang Yiqing was about to wipe away the stain on her chest. However, she felt like vomiting, and her body was like boiling porridge that was bubbling up in her throat. She quickly bent down and spat into the spittoon. After vomiting, even she felt disgusted. When she drank, she only felt the fragrance of alcohol, but why did she feel the filth after vomiting? No way, she also had to change clothes.

When her feet touched the floor, she felt even more dizzy. Not to mention her whole body, even the floor seemed to be empty. She supported herself on the bed frame to prevent herself from falling down.

"What are you doing up drunk?" Fang Zinan held her up in disgust. He really didn't want to help her because he didn't want to.

At this moment, Shang Yiqing woke up from her drunken stupor, and the remaining alcohol in her body had started to show itself. Even though she was standing there unsteadily, under the dim light of the red candle, she was still alive and fragrant.

Fang Zinan had a bit of disgust in his heart, but when he saw the blush on her face, which was so tender that it looked like water was dripping out, he didn't know why, but his heart moved. He was only supporting Shang Yiqing, who was on the verge of collapse and drunk.

"Let me help you to bed." he said.

"I'm not going!" She struggled, not wanting him to help her.

"You're already this drunk, what are you trying to do?" Fang Zinan suppressed his impatience and asked snappily.

"I need to change. I don't want to lie in the bed I just threw up." She spoke with a slurred voice and made up her mind.

A narrow smile suddenly appeared on Fang Zinan's face. "Okay, I'll help you to the study room."

"I still need to change!" she cried, wincing at the smell of her own wine.

"Alright, I'll help you change your clothes." As he spoke, he suddenly picked her up, opened the door, and walked out.

Just after midnight, the lanterns in the yard slightly lit up, and a bright moon hung in the sky. However, he still felt warm in his heart, perhaps because her body warmed his heart, or because his heart was originally warm. As he carried her to the study, he realized that she almost didn't feel her weight as she held her. She suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart: Shang Yiqing had a fresh and refined face, and in her drunkenness, she seemed to have a seductive charm.

"I want to change." She struggled in his arms and released her hold on his neck.

Fang Zinan looked at her with pity and said gently: "If you move again, you might fall to the ground."

She narrowed her eyes and poked his chest with her finger. With a smile, she asked, "Eh? Why are you moving around?"

"Nonsense!" If I don't move, how can I take you to the study? " Fang Zinan held back his laughter and told her in a gentle voice.