Xiaoyu held Ying'er's waist, stepped forward step by step with difficulty, and finally sent Ying'er to lie down on the bed.

"Princess, Xiaoyu asked you not to drink so much. Look at how you look now. I'm so angry!" Xiaoyu kept wiping Ying'er's face and forehead, trying to clear the wine off the princess's body.

gas.

Ying'er murmured in confusion: "I want to be like my mother...the same with the same peerless grace...the same that captivates the mountains...and the same...finding a man who loves her...dotes on her like my father does!"

Xiaoyu listened intermittently, and then heard the princess say something, she wanted to be like Madam...

"Princess, please rest quickly, don't think about it!" Xiaoyu was worried, fearing that there might be something wrong with the princess's stomach and spleen. If the princess rested earlier, she could prepare a bowl of hangover soup.

"Well..." Ying'er closed her hazy eyes and finally fell into sleep.

At dawn the next morning, the man lying on his side on the bed opened his eyes and spent a long time in bed thinking about it.

Thinking of yesterday's drinking fight, a smile appeared on the man's half-hidden face. He put on his shoes and stood up, rubbing his head and walking to the dressing table in the room.

When I saw him in the mirror, his mouth was covered with dry and frizzy beard, covering most of his face and hiding his original appearance.

After asking the waiter to bring a shaving knife, the man fiddled with the bronze mirror for a quarter of an hour before regaining his fair and delicate face half a year ago.

Looking at his changed self, the man smiled in the mirror with satisfaction, and his handsome and unrestrained face almost fascinated him!

"She should be getting up, right?" the man asked to himself.

Then he shook his head and walked towards the door. He opened the door and stopped in front of his house. He remembered that her private room was right next to it.

"Excuse me, I want to bring sobering soup to my young master." A voice deliberately lowered its tone.

The man turned around, looked at the maid beside her, and said, "Take good care of your young master, and tell her that Su will fulfill her promise in yesterday's poem."

"Poetry?" Xiaoyu stared at the handsome man blocking her way, and couldn't remember what "poetry" was for a moment.

"Ah? You...are you the drunk man yesterday?" Xiaoyu remembered something and looked at the man in front of her in surprise.

No one would have thought that a drunkard who drinks and gets drunk all day long would turn out to be so handsome after shaving off his long beard?

"Your young master is still waiting for the hangover soup in your hand. Go quickly and remember to pass on the message to me." The man staggered around so that Xiaoyu had a way to go.

Xiaoyu didn't say anything, and quickly took the hangover soup in her hand and ran into the princess's room.

On the bed in the house, Ying'er rubbed her painful head and lay weakly.

"Princess, the sobering soup is here, drink it quickly." Xiaoyu felt anxious when she saw the princess who was drunk and woke up in pain.

Ying'er took Xiaoyu's hangover soup and drank it in one gulp.

After her mind became clearer, Ying'er took out a silver needle and inserted a few acupuncture points on herself, and her body gradually became comfortable.

"Princess, there is a man outside the house. He is the man who lured you to drink yesterday. He just asked me to send a message, saying that he would fulfill his promise and write a poem for the princess. Princess, Xiaoyu thinks, don't fool around with strange men.

It's better to ignore it. The princess wants someone to compose a poem. The eldest prince and the second prince are so talented. Why can't they write a poem for the princess?" Xiaoyu chattered a lot.

Ying'er's brain had just recovered, but she was annoyed when she said, "Let's go out to find some food, your young master is hungry!"

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Chapter completed!