Chapter 235

Liao Chongwu avoids Zhong Minge's eyes, cleans his wet face carefully, and then wipes Zhong Minge's hands. When the slender hands are wiped clean, Liao Chongwu slowly opens his mouth: "the princess is not happy. It's right for your highness to look after her."

"I see. You don't need to remind me!" The original confused eyes suddenly became clear. Zhong Minge looked at Liao Chongwu coldly, and then scoffed his lips. "You can leave. Tonight we are going to go to the backyard to have a rest, so we don't need you to follow us."

"Yes, I leave." Liao Chongwu clutched the handkerchief and bowed.

Zhong Minge looked at him coldly, then wiped Liao Chongwu's shoulder, strode out of the study, and went to the backyard with the little maid.

Liao Chongwu stood in the same place and watched Zhong Minge's thin figure disappear into the dark night. The hand he was holding was released. The blood was trickling from the palm of his fingernail, but he could not feel the pain. He looked at the falling pad and slapped it on his face.

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In the lonely courtyard, Liao Chongwu sits beside the well, with a jar of Fenjiu at his feet, an empty bowl on his hand, and a heavy cloak on his leg. Liao Chongwu gently touches the cloak. Just now, the cloak is still on Zhong Minge's body. The original strong smell of wine also adds to his taste. Liao Chongwu puts down the empty bowl in his hand and puts it down Holding the cloak in his arms, he buried his face in the cloak, sniffed deeply, and tried to distinguish the flavor of Zhong Minge from the top. What he smoked was the fragrance of deep water.

In fact, Liao Chongwu, a general like him, doesn't understand these Zixiang, but he argues that it's the taste of the deep water fragrance. He has been smelling it for 13 years, and it's already seeped into his bones

After tonight, Zhong Minge will be a normal man, a son who won't let the lady down any more, and a prince who has the ability to compete with the third prince. In the near future, the second princess will give birth to lin'er. The second prince, who has been married for a long time and is infertile, will finally be able to raise eyebrows and spit out his anger. He can also stand upright in front of the third prince.

This is what he has always hoped to see, and this is also the most ardent hope of his subordinates for the master. But at this time, why does he feel so torn?

When he raised his head again, Liao Chongwu's eyes were slightly red. He took up the wine jar and poured out a large bowl of wine. He drank up the bitter and spicy liquor. He was choked for half a day and coughed continuously. In fact, his liquor was not high. In his teens, he became the prince's bodyguard. He had to be vigilant all the time. Since he never touched alcohol, when did he start What about the drinkers?

Liao Chongwu thought that Zhong Minge was out of Yanxi palace that day. The most proud young man used to cry on his shoulder. The good news came from the third prince's house. It was fatal for the second prince, who was long married and sterile.

"Liao Chongwu, what should I do?" In such a dark night, Zhong Minge asked him with red eyes, "why is it so difficult? I thought that without Zhong Mingwei, I would have a lot of success, but why is it still so difficult? "

In fact, he can not be so difficult.

The third prince is arrogant and arrogant. Although he comes from a noble family, he is not as pleasant as the second prince in front of the long live master. But what about that? How can the long live Lord make a prince who is nearly 30 years old but has never been born?

So, he really can not be so difficult, as long as he is willing to go to the backyard, willing to accept women's flesh and soft.

That day, from the beginning to the end, Liao Chongwu didn't say a word. Zhong Minge poured out his depression in front of him. Later, Zhong Minge fell asleep with tears. He sent Zhong Minge back to his room. Then he knocked on the door of the restaurant in the dark. In the eyes of the sleepy waiter, he drank a whole jar of Fen Wine.

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Today, it's still such a dark night. It's still a jar of Fenjiu to drink alone. But how can it be so hard to swallow?

What is he doing? Is it listening to Zou's heart, or enjoying Zou's style?

Liao Chongwu smiled bitterly, grabbed the wine jar suddenly, raised it to the top of his head and poured it down suddenly. The cold liquor poured from head to foot, he was choked and shivered all over, but in this shiver, his mind was clear and clear as never before.