Chapter 122 You are really a good means
Ni Kang staggered away in the end.
Shen Hua lay down in front of the window eating snacks. Looking at his back when he left, you can get a glimpse of his vicissitudes.
Yi Cui felt lingering fear, her eyes were swollen like walnut kernels, she stepped forward holding the medicine.
"I'm so worried."
"What is the lady worried about?"
Shen Hua turned her face quietly: "I didn't die, but Dr. Ni died of depression."
This is really unlucky.
She picked up the medicine and drank it with her head up, revealing a section of the neck of bullying Saixue.
Obviously it was just a drunk once, but it seemed like several days had passed, and when I recalled what happened to Jiji that day, I suddenly felt a little bit stunned.
Shen Hua remembered something.
"Where's the hairpin?"
"Slave maidservant, go get it now."
Soon, Yi Cui stepped forward holding a golden hairpin, which was exactly the one You Qing wore for her when she reached the wedding ceremony.
Shen Hua glanced casually. The end is disgust and disgust.
"A hairpin in an outdated style, are you willing to give it to me? She came here specially to humiliate me."
Yi Cui has always been aware of Shen Hua's stubborn mouth.
"The servant threw it away."
Shen Wei is noble and glamorous: "...There is no need to be so extravagant."
Ningzhu: "But the lady has always been extravagant and wasteful."
Shen Hua: "Nonsense!"
She was about to say something more, but her gaze froze.
The hairpin is actually very common, but it gradually merges with the memory.
She was in a mess and hurriedly took it, looked at the root and tail and turned it over again, touching it with her fingertips, a scratch was obviously rubbed out.
Shen Hua looked straight at it without blinking. The strength of pinching the hairpin became heavier and heavier.
I don't know how long it has been, she said sullenly.
"This is my mother's hairpin."
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Yixiantian Restaurant.
The smell of wine in Yajian was extremely strong, Ji He's face was flushed, he stepped on the stool boldly, his hand almost hit Ji Huo's face and shouted: "Keep drinking!"
Ji He is not drinking, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is drunk. But they catch another unruly Ji Huo, if they run into each other one by one, is that okay?
Drink the wine pot by pot.
Drunk and awake, awake and drunk.
Ji Huo lay on the table: "No, no, no."
Ji He made a fuss: "I don't want to marry the princess!"
"You don't want to marry me! She is so beautiful, I advise you not to be ignorant!"
Ji Huo felt very uncomfortable just thinking about it.
When Jinghong glanced at it, the emperor fell in love with it. OK! He can't grab it, he admits defeat.
Afterwards, the prince was the first to go, and he was so angry that he scolded the prince for being shameless all night. OK! The prince was shameless and he wanted it, so he continued to admit defeat.
Right now, Ji He has picked him up again.
Why is it not his turn! !
He continues to admit defeat because he is not the prince.
The two of them had been drinking since yesterday, but he felt like throwing up when he smelled the wine.
Ji He let out a deep breath, sadly: "My mother and concubine died early, and my father doesn't want to see me."
Ji Huo shrugged: "My mother is alive, but every time father threatens to beat me, she is always the first to hand the stick."
Ji He glanced at him. Continue to be sad.
His marriage cannot be decided by himself, but no matter what, the queen will arrange it. I thought I could marry a petty official's daughter in the end.
He has a good heart, and there are not a few flower houses he visits. But I also thought about it.
Married a wife and started a family and had a happy life. The identity of the prince is inherently high or low. He has tasted hardships, and he can't let his descendants follow in his footsteps.
Seeing him like this, Ji Huo stopped talking.
And Cui Yun came at this time.
He pushed open the door of the private room, and a strong smell of wine rushed straight to the tip of his nose. The man looked calm, kicked off the wine bottle on the ground, and walked around the screen.
Ji Huo became angry when he saw that he looked like a dog.
"How did you come!"
Cui Yun remained calm.
"It's a shame that this kid treats you as a close friend, so it's fine if you don't drink with him, but now he's still making sarcastic remarks."
"The last time you were drinking too much, Ji He was with you."
He loves to poke Cui Yun's pain points the most. But after saying this sentence, I realized something was wrong.
After all, the last time Cui Yun got drunk, it was his father and brother who died.
Bah, bah, bah, what's wrong, say this.
Ji Huo still has a heart.
He quickly added: "I mean the time when the cat you raised died."
Inexplicably, he could feel the coldness in Cui Yun's eyes looking at him.
Ji Huo couldn't help but shudder.
He's incredible.
"They said they were cats! And they've been dead for years. Do you remember?"
Cui Yun was expressionless.
Ji He got angry: "Shut up."
He hiccupped indecently: "Is he really raised as a cat? I'm afraid it's not as delicate as the daughter of a family."
Cui Yun was expressionless.
Ji Huo tried hard to recall, suddenly realized.
He is very angry!
"Yes, I remember that every month he went to Zuiyulou to buy balm himself, and only picked the most expensive ones to buy, and he never missed it every month."
"I also praised him for his generosity. By the way, I'm just asking to please some young lady."
Ji Huo was annoyed: "He told me that he bought it for his cat."
"I took it too. The balm is very expensive. It is said that the raw materials are rare, and it adds spices from the Western Regions. Zuiyulou only sells three bottles a month, and he almost took them all! I don't even share a bottle. "
"For this reason, my mother didn't **** it once. She couldn't take it out on him, so she handed my father a stick in a blink of an eye, saying how filial Cui Yun is, and buying balm for his aunt and sister-in-law every month. I still want to buy it for the cat!"
High!
Good means!
He suffered injuries all over his body. I dare not say that Cui Yun bought it for the cat, and brought it for the family by the way!
If you say that no one will believe you, you may be beaten again.
Cui Yun's back was straight, he twitched the corners of his mouth, alienated but restrained. The words were ruthless but calm.
"Is marriage a trifling matter? Once something goes wrong, can the Seventh Prince take care of it alone? This marriage has to be tied, and if it doesn't, it has to be tied. Instead of this, it's better to take advantage of the emperor's guilt and take the benefits completely. In hand."
"Drink the wine that should be drunk, and the madness that should be gone. Go back to the house to rest and sleep. It's almost okay."
Ji Huo: ...You are really poisonous!
It's all like this, and I can still think about the benefits!
Cui Yun: "That is to say, Qing, send the son back to the mansion."
Ji Huo leaned on the chair: "Hey, I won't leave, I'm mad at you."
Cui Yun looked at him indifferently, without any intention of being irritated.
"Then the son will be left alone."
He looked at Ji He: "Can I go?"
Ji He went to see Cui Yun, the man still had his official uniform on, apparently he came here specially from Dali Temple during the noon break.
"...I'm afraid it's not very good."
Then, Ji Huo saw Ji He crookedly being helped away by Ji Qing.
Ji Huo: …
Ji He just left? ? ?
Cui Yun really doesn't care about him?
"Hello!"
Cui Yun smiled slightly at Ji Huo.
"Farewell. The prince continues."
Ji Huo: …
"I knew you were nothing!! Send me back! What I said earlier was angry."
What responded to him was Cui Yun's considerate closing of the door.
(end of this chapter)