Chapter 155 He will have to get married sooner or later, and it would be great if that person is Shen Hua.
The night is melting and the curtain is slowly falling.
The night market is open, and the streets are bustling. Stars are like rain, and the sound of phoenix flutes moves the jade pots of light.
In a restaurant, you can't help but say nasty things when you're drunk.
——Master Feng is eighty years old. He is currently imprisoned in Dali Temple Prison. He also has a concubine who just came into his house, and his eyes are very seductive.
——Eighty? His guy can still use it.
——It hurts so much that I let my concubine choose which finger to use every night.
Several people tried their best to lower their voices for fear of being heard by the man sitting in the first place, but little did they know that Cui Yun had excellent ears and could hear every word clearly.
He acted as if he didn't hear it and didn't make a sound to reprimand him.
The officials of Dali Temple face the prison every day and perform their duties diligently. This is all they have fun with.
In the restaurant, Jiang Zhao toasted.
"My lord, I respect you."
Often at this time, Cui Yun would always say calmly: "I'm too drunk, you can do whatever you want."
But today, the man turned the wine glass carelessly. He picked it up and raised his head slightly. The crystal clear liquid passed through the tip of his tongue, leaving a rich aroma of wine.
Jiang Zhao was a little surprised.
Not to mention him, the chief bookkeeper is even worse.
"Sir, if you drink with Master Jiang, you should also give your younger brother a drink."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wine boy came forward and filled the cup with wine respectfully.
Cui Yun glanced at the main register and drank without saying a word.
To be disrespectful, his prestige in Dali Temple was even greater than that of Emperor Ghe. As a result, people in the elegant rooms came to toast him one after another.
Cui Yun never declined, and his expression did not change as he drank one drink after another.
Jiang Zhao murmured: "Something's wrong."
Bookkeeper: "You're quite good at drinking."
Jiang Zhao continued to murmur: "In the past, adults rarely drank at palace banquets."
Chief Recorder: "If you are bowed down in this circle, you are not allowed to be carried out?"
He thought thoughtfully: "Are you emotionally hurt?"
Cui Yun was naturally not carried out. He was as calm as ever, took out the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, remaining as dignified as ever.
Naturally, the drinking game between men would last until midnight.
"Sir, are you going back now?"
Cui Yun said calmly: "Yeah."
He looked at Jiang Zhao and said, "Don't worry about this. Don't get drunk one by one. You will have a headache after being hungover and won't be able to do errands tomorrow."
Do you care about people, or do you care about people and not do errands?
"yes."
Cui Yun stepped away. As soon as he left, he heard Jiang Zhao's heroic words behind him.
"My lord, I sympathize with you guys who work so hard all the time. You should eat and drink as you should, so you can pay for it. I'm sure you won't drink yourself to death."
As he left, the noise in the room became even louder, and those who spoke in lowered voices became unscrupulous.
Just as he was about to go downstairs, he saw Yicui in a hurry.
"Hou... Master."
Yi Cui panicked inexplicably.
Cui Yun's eyes fell on the bowl of hangover tea in her hand. His expression suddenly turned cold.
"lead the way."
Yicui quickly lowered her head. For a moment, the bowl in her hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she was almost unable to knock it over.
Soon, Cui Yun stood outside the door of the innermost private room on the right.
"My wife came here after I separated from Madam Wei and the others. She was very depressed. She didn't say anything when asked by the servants, but she couldn't stop her. My wife has a good drinker, and she always has to get drunk before she gives up."
Cui Yun said he understood.
He opened the door and entered. A strong smell of alcohol entered his nose.
The girl sat straight on the wooden stool, her face flushed like the sunset. Her misty eyes were full of beauty.
Perhaps there was no one to accompany her, so she sat quietly, tears falling down her cheeks. She picked up the tea cup in front of her with her slender wrist and was about to pour it on her head.
Cui Yun stepped forward quickly, snatched it away, and said solemnly: "Shen Hua!"
Shen Hua looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Duan is so pitiful.
Cui Yun's heart softened a little. But he couldn't say the reprimand that came to his mouth.
"what happened again?"
She sobbed: "I'm watering the flowers."
Cui Yun's face looked strange for a moment: "So, what kind of flower are you now?"
The girl thought about it seriously and felt that no flower could match her. She looked at Cui Yun with disgust, then held her face and looked at herself in pity: "I am more beautiful than flowers."
As she spoke, she sniffed sadly again, her nasal voice getting heavier: "Cui Yun, I have a headache."
"Well, I'll keep drinking next time and it will continue to hurt."
His tone was calm.
Shen Hua was stunned: "How can you curse me?"
"Take the hangover medicine."
When the girl heard this, she didn't raise her hand, let alone take it. She turned her head away in a cold and noble manner, expressing her resistance. She even said boldly: "If I drink even one drop today, I will lose!"
Scared you to death!
Cui Yun laughed angrily.
The tense nerves couldn't help but relax a little as he watched the girl talking loudly. It seemed that only in front of Shen Hua, he could let out a little emotion and take a breath.
Shen Hua kept looking at Cui Yun out of the corner of her eye.
This man! He actually stopped trying to persuade me and sat down instead.
The girl frowned tightly. She decided to give Cui Yun a step up in her temper.
"If you coax me, maybe I'll give you some face."
After finishing speaking, she stretched out a finger and looked at him expectantly, her eyes were red, her eyelashes were slightly trembling, and there were thin tears on them.
Who would have thought that Cui Yun would not play his cards according to the rules.
"Then I'll drink. It happens that I also drank just now. It's okay if you don't want to, just give me an advantage."
Sure enough, the girl opposite fiercely grabbed it and drank it all.
She was very proud after doing this, and her tone was artificial.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to leave half for you."
Cui Yun: "Enough trouble, let's go back home."
Shen Hua stood up slowly, her legs weak.
Cui Yun stepped forward and was about to help her, but when he approached, the girl leaned over softly.
She is bossy and bossy.
"You hug me."
"You've hugged me before."
As she spoke, she rubbed her mink fur and said, "You still touch me like this."
Cui Yun naturally didn't care about the drunken words. His body was tense and he was worried that she wouldn't be able to stand firmly, so he used his fingertips to support the woman's waist unnaturally.
"Ms. Yan is going to marry someone she doesn't like. Then Mr. Wei is not a good person. The mansion Wei Yingying is marrying is so shabby. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to live there for a day."
"But so what?"
Her tone softened unknowingly, and she whispered with envy.
"They all have families."
The girl's mouth was deflated, and tears fell from her snowy cheeks drop by drop.
"Yangyang wants it too."
She sobbed, her tears wet Cui Yun's clothes, her beautiful eyes were like spring water, burning the man's cold heart.
The hands on the woman's waist suddenly tightened.
Sooner or later he will have to marry a wife. Since he can marry anyone, it would be great if that person is Shen Hua...
The man looked at her eyebrows carefully and his voice was hoarse.
"good."
The girl's eyes were filled with tears: "Huh?"
Cui Yun's Adam's apple rolled, and he touched her delicate porcelain face: "Take you home."
Chapter completed!