Chapter 13 Who is drunk

I have never tried to drink from noon to evening, such an extreme of life and death. He was so drunk that he was unconscious and forgot who he was, so he was happy.

Zhixian opened the door and smelled the smell of soaring wine before entering the room. Empty jars rolled everywhere, and she even suspected that he had drunk all the treasures of Shen's cellar.

She looked at the Fen wine pot dripping in front of her toes with a wry smile, the portrait of her ancestors full of walls, and a drunk sitting on the table. General Shen was cautious whenever and wherever he was. He was not allowed to drink during the national mourning. He couldn't get drunk outside, so he hid in the small ancestral hall. Shenfu is a big house. Although he didn't open the door to build a house on the wall, it is not so convenient to find a person.

She caught Tingzhou and asked him whereabouts. She thought that he was really going crazy. He was a very well-behaved person. If he wanted to enter the ancestral hall to worship, he must first bathe and change his clothes. There has never been such a precedent! Now, I can't take care of anything, and even my ancestors are not afraid to be shocked!

She has cold teeth and seems to have nothing to express her anger. The room was already cold. As soon as she opened the door, the sun that was about to set came in, which happened to shine on his face. He raised his hand to cover it, but she couldn't wait for this little sunlight to illuminate his soul and awaken his reason.

"You have the face to come here!" She walked over and condescending him, "Let your ancestors see how your unfilial descendants dust your ancestors?"

He is good at drinking. In recent years, he has been struggling in the officialdom and has learned a lot about socializing. She shouted in front of him, and he instinctively felt disgusted and said, "What are you doing here? You don't have to take care of my business. Get out of here!"

Zhixian raised the corners of his mouth, "Do you think I'm willing to come?" My aunt just asked why she couldn't find you everywhere. If she knows that you went to the ancestral hall to drink, let's see how she reacts!"

He didn't say anything and closed his eyes against a pillar. He is really a beautiful and eye-catching person, even if Luo Tuo is like a flower, and he still can't hide his flaws. It's a pity that he doesn't love her, otherwise he won't take many detours! God always can't see people's perfection, and everywhere is enough, which makes people bumpy on the road of love. With so many strange and sad things in the world, she also fell into the mud. At first, she was so enviable that she was walking on the clouds! But now I fell down and lost it sadly and ridiculously. He refused to marry her, and he couldn't even set the date of marriage. She is wasting her life and wasting her youth.

"Rong Yu, get up quickly!" She sobbed, "This family depends on you. How can you dig your own grave and take everyone in!" Don't you know that spitting can drown people? It doesn't matter if you don't feel sorry for me, old lady? Do you want her to be turbulent in her old age because you can't raise your head?

He listened and smiled faintly, "I told her not to raise her head?" In fact, I'm just a bastard, but why should I bear so much? Am I not good enough? For whom did I earn the fame admired by tens of thousands of people? He staggered to stand up, turned around and looked over one by one, and lit his hands one by one, "Madamzu, what was your origin in the previous dynasty? I fell from the list three times, and finally made a living by fishing, which was a big deal! Taizu, who has not made an inch of achievements as usual, has lived a rooster and dog fighting! Grandfather, Xiaoling of Qipin, makes documents, makes records, and writes words for a lifetime. He can't even support his family!" He turned to the old man's spirit in a daze and arched his hand and said, "My father is a hero. As a teenager, he has won the ambition to beat the Shen family. My son admires you! But you are also bad. Why can't you live a lifetime with your mother-in-law? Why do you want to take a concubine to marry a partial house? If not, where would I be? If you don't give birth to me, I won't have the pain..."

Zhixian was shocked, "You are really sick! Aren't you afraid of thundering from the sky?"

He waved his sleeves fiercely, "The sky is thundering? I'm not afraid! ...I'm not afraid of death. How much better am I than death now?"

She understood, because Bu Nuan had an external house, did she make him worry and hurt? She covered her face and cried. Did he put her everywhere? The wife who didn't pass the door turned a deaf ear and only thought about her niece. Although she didn't see him yesterday, she heard that he came back wet. Thinking about what grievances have been suffered there, there is a big attack today.

She sobbed, "Are you worthy of me? Is my love for you all dust here? Have you ever thought of me when you died for her? What a condescending person, you stupid!"

He turned around and looked at her sadly, "Zhixian, what's hard to say about our brother and sister? I wanted to get married with you... Why did you make trouble?" He sighed, "You hate me, and I have nothing to say. Don't wait for me. It's in vain to wait any longer.

She is like a prisoner sentenced to death. She has reached the end of the road and stopped crying. He squeezed his mouth stubbornly, with a cold look forcibly squeezed out. She knew that she couldn't speak to a drunken man, so she simply shut up and thought he was drunk.

But she still can't get close to him, even if he is muddle-headed and staggering, that little pride and alienation are still there. As if across the mountains, rivers and lakes, she tried her best not to hit his world. She had to go out and scolded Tingzhou angrily, "Are you dead? Are you still breathing? Is it up to him to get drunk in the ancestral hall? Let the old lady know how to skin you! Why don't you get him back to Zhuzhi Hall!"

Tingzhou despised her and felt that she was holding chicken feathers as an arrow. Rong Yu's temper has always allowed his servants to go too late. He really dares not make his own decisions without her giving orders! It's just right. In her name, if he blames him, he can shirk it.

When he went to help people, Rong Yu didn't appreciate it. He pushed him away and said, "I'll go by myself." After saying that, he went out crookedly, mixed with garlic under his feet, and walked all the way to the Miji Bridge. Lao Er didn't forget. He turned around and raised a finger at the people behind him, "Chuhe Hanjie... idle people stopped!"

Zhixian couldn't do it and stopped and said, "Let Tingzhou send you across the water corridor. How do you look like this? What's wrong with falling into the lake!"

He looked up to the sky and smiled, "You just said I'm drunk? Let me tell you, the world is drunk and I wake up alone... I understand very well and don't bother."

Zhixian stood on the corridor and watched him walk away with wine hiccups. Suddenly, bitterness surged up, and she squatted down and cried with her knees in her arms.

He and Bu Nuan are in love with each other, and they have so much. She only self-respects of justice by condemning them. In the final analysis, she is a poor man with nothing. Without love, lose face and dignity, and have no future to speak of. What is the goal and meaning of her life? If he doesn't give in, he won't marry her. Does she insist alone?

She began to care. The old lady still doesn't know. Should she communicate with her? They brought her such a deep disaster, why did she keep it a secret for them? Just take a step back and let the old lady know that Rong and definitely hate her to death, and the marriage is completely hopeless. Can she really get away? Are you really looking forward to Rong and nothing?

She cried in a trance. Tingzhou on the side circled around her, but it was difficult to help her, and she was sweating with urgency. He slapped his sleeves and bowed his back and pleaded, "Madam... Don't do this..."

Finally, the people around her came, and Fang Lian coaxed and cheated. She looked at the direction of Zhuzhi Hall, the place she looked at day and night. An isolated world in the middle of the water. He was such a detached person and fell in love with his niece, which was doomed to be a tragedy.

She turned around step by step, and Tingzhou was relieved, and a figure slowly moved over from the other end of the Begonia. Wearing a pearl white skirt, he is embroidered with dark green wide inserts on his crotch. He only took a silver bun and held the cloud bun, but it was the gentle beauty of the lotus step by step.

"Ah, it's Miss!" Tingzhou knew more or less about her and the sixth son, and there was nothing to say but a sigh. It is understandable that the two complete people attracted each other, but unfortunately they were born in a family. If you don't restrain yourself, you don't know what will happen in the end.

She frowned and looked forward, and her hesitation was actually beautiful! He whispered, "Is your uncle in the bamboo branch hall?"

Tingzhou nodded hurriedly, "I'm here, I just came back. First, he got drunk and said a lot of endless words in a confused way. I won't ask me to go up now. I don't know if I can wash up. He tentatively said, "Why don't you take a look for the villain? I think the sixth son is very depressed. If he sees the young lady, he will forget what he is unhappy about.

She hesitated and twisted her fingers and said, "I went on my own discretion. I'm afraid he won't be happy..."

Two voices of "gnawing and nibbling" popped out of Tingzhou's voice, "Miss, don't underestimate yourself. The prince... never said this to you." He also said, "Do you have something to say when you come to the prince? Hurry up, Miss Zhixian just left. Tighten your feet. She can't see you before she gets upstairs.

Bu Nuan was very grateful to him, nodded to him, took the corner of his skirt and went to the water. The wood under her feet stepped on the empty sound, and she ran all the way like a thief, thinking only about him. How can it be reassuring to be drunk when the sun is still in the sky?

She asked Xiu what happened, and she was really ashamed. At that time, I was delirious and thought about it. Fortunately, Lan Sheng was kind and did not make mistakes. But after all, Rong Yu looked down. He must be angry now, and may despise her... Her feet are slower, and the closer she gets to the lake pavilion, the more uncertain she is. I'm afraid he doesn't even want to look at her. If he takes her as a joke, what's the point of her living?

There is a lantern hanging from the top of the mast in the corner of the house, squeaking in the evening wind. The last glow reflected on the lake, ripples with orange-red waves. Looking into the distance, I can't see it anymore.

She stood outside the threshold and retreated. Unwilling to withdraw, stepping in, a little guilty.

"How long are you going to stay there?" The low voice scared her. She looked up and saw that he was behind the door. He looked at his eyes and his cheeks were red, which seemed to be less alert as usual, but he was still imposing.

She couldn't accumulate any more, so she had to summon up the courage to move into the room.

He leaned his back against the frame and looked like a door god with no expression on his face. She only felt cramped when standing on the ground and couldn't find a suitable posture, as if it was not suitable to stand.

He said for a long time, "What are you doing here?"

She became more and more uneasy, doubting whether he didn't welcome her very much, so she became more confused and confused. He put his hand around and curled his hair, which turned out to be scratching in his eyes. She said, "You leave a message about my mother..."

He smiled coldly and couldn't deceive her without this lie! Although he can't remember why he did this, at least she is now in front of him, without a window through the veil, and it's not like playing a shadow play.

She has a naive and pleasant face and always has an innocent expression. He had an impulse to strangle her and tear her apart. She made him so miserable that there was no pain on his face!

He raised his chin and said, "Take off your shoes and put them on the mat."

She was a little confused, but she did it. Thinking in his heart, he still speaks in an orderly manner, thinking that he is not very drunk!

But he closed the door with his backhand and stared at her. This made her panic and her heart jumped up...