Yan Yun nodded slowly.

He seemed to have said everything, but also seemed to have said nothing. Surao saw him squinting at the night sky, his eyes blurred and covered with a light mist, as if he was very drunk.

She hesitated for a while and then asked in a low voice: "Then what is it that my father has to go to Shengjing to do?"

"...overturn the verdict."

The two words were blurred, but they sounded clear to Surao's ears, and her heart suddenly tightened, "Master, please make it clearer, who is he going to reverse the case for?"

"for……"

As soon as Yan Yun uttered a simple word, his brows knitted together and he snorted: "I don't want to tell you."

…

You are so drunk, and you still know how to keep a secret?

Surao lowered her eyes and looked at him funny, "Why?"

"You call me Young Master..."

He curled his lips slightly.

Surao asked: "What's wrong with this?"

"wrong."

Yan Yun suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her arm, and with a slight force, he raised his head on her shoulder, stared at her, and said in a resentful tone: "You call them Asu, brother... but you call me Young Master..."

"Obviously you like me the most..."

The last sentence was so aggrieved.

The long and curly eyelashes drooped down, covering his thin and deep eyes, which were moist and a bit innocent and pitiful.

Those eyes penetrated Surao's heart through the hazy moonlight.

Her heart beat twice.

"Then what should I call you?"

The person opposite seemed to have thought seriously for a while, his thin lips curved, and he said in a low but clear voice: "Call my name."

"Yan...Yun?"

"Good boy, call me again."

Yan Yun released his hold on her hand, ran his cold fingertips across her neck, climbed up to her ears, and rubbed them gently.

The eyes that stared at her were gleaming and deserted, as if the night sky had filled up and turned into spring water, full of bewilderment.

It's mind-blowing.

Surao subconsciously clenched the edge of the cloak and said in a strange way: "Yan Yun, you are drunk..."

Before the next words could be spoken, a cold lip pressed over her, soft and smelling of wine, rubbing against her lips, as light as a cloud.

But it instantly ignited the blood all over her body.

The unfamiliar throbbing and helplessness made her mind go blank, her hands and feet became weak, and she couldn't muster any strength.

I don't know how long it took.

He slowly backed away and rubbed hers with the tip of his nose. He almost pressed his body against Su Rao, and he did not forget to murmur: "A Rao, I'm not drunk..."

Surao: "..."

She came back from her daze, her lips were as hot as fire, and his breath vaguely remained.

He seemed so drunk that he couldn't even look at the stars. He closed his eyes and mumbled, not knowing what he was talking about.

Surao leaned closer to listen.

Just listen to him muttering intermittently: "You are not allowed to smile at others... you can only smile at me... and you are not allowed to be nice to others..."

The sound died down.

I was completely drunk now.

Su Rao gathered up the big cloak on his body, and taking advantage of the moonlight and starlight, she stretched out her fingers and traced his eyebrows, nose bridge, lips bit by bit...

Her fingertips trembled, and she remembered that fatal feeling again.

She never knew that the skin-to-skin contact between two people would make her heart and soul tremble...

She wouldn't hate such intimacy and entanglement with him.

As for those words...

A smile slowly emerged from Surao's lips, she tapped the tip of his nose with her finger, and hummed: "You boring gourd, you talk about everything when you are drunk, I don't know how much you will remember when you wake up tomorrow morning..."

She couldn't help but shook her head.

He raised his eyes and looked toward the horizon.

The moon is bright tonight and the wind is clear. It will be a good weather tomorrow.

Sitting on the roof until midnight, Surao floated down with Yan Yun in her arms and sent him back to her cabin. When she came out, Zhu Yanhou saw her in the corridor and complained in a low voice: "Master Cui and the others are also

Really, I know that the young master is very drunk, but I still drink him like this. I am tired of the girl taking care of him for half the night. Go back and have a rest. I will keep you company for the rest of the night."

"Uh, okay."

Surao nodded, turned around and took two steps, but still couldn't help but turn around and said: "Bamboo Banquet."

"Do you have any other instructions, girl?"

"It's nothing..."

Under Zhu Yan's surprised gaze, Surao covered her mouth and coughed lightly, "That... I gave him the wine..."

It's not easy to let your brother take the blame for this.

Zhu Yan was obviously stunned for a moment, and his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees: "Those who don't know are not guilty. The girl also doesn't know the master's drinking capacity, so I don't blame you."

"I just want to try to see if the drink he said is true."

So, it's intentional.

The corner of Zhu Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked curiously: "Did you try it out?"

"No."

Surao shook her head. She still hadn't figured out when the prince got drunk. Zhu Yan kept showing such expressions as expected, "Young master, you can't tell when he is drunk. You can only judge based on his reaction."

Surao asked strangely: "Then why did he say he poured a cup by himself?"

"Because when the young master thought about it afterwards, he remembered that he only had one drink."

Zhu Yan glanced at the door, walked up to her, and said in a low voice: "Later, my subordinates asked Mr. Cui that he drank a whole jar that night."

…

Surao was speechless for a while, so after one cup, would the prince be completely cut off?

She couldn't help but smile bitterly when she thought of what happened next.

Then he turned around and went back to his room.

That night, some people were hungover and others couldn't sleep. All their worries were reflected in the sky. As the night faded and the morning sun rose, they disappeared.

"Hey, Mr. Jin, you woke up so early."

Zhu Yan and others started practicing sword practice early in the morning as usual. As soon as they finished their moves, they saw Jin Xu tilting his head and rubbing the back of his neck while going downstairs. His expression and movements were really funny, so he started to joke.

Jin Xu rolled his eyes at him angrily, walked to the chair next to him and sat down, "Stop talking nonsense and get me a glass of water quickly."

His throat was dry and astringent, and he felt like he was about to smoke.

"Okay, my subordinate is here."

Zhu Yan told them to continue, then walked inside, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to his hand. Jin Xu hurriedly took it and drank it in one gulp.

Zhu Yan saw him tilting his head even when drinking water, and said with a suppressed smile: "Mr. Jin, what's going on with you? Your new look? It's quite unique."

"Don't mention it now."

Jin Xu sighed bitterly, "Those heartless people didn't know how to send me back to the room. I lay on the table all night and my neck was sprained."

When he woke up with a hangover, he was the only one left in Changfang Pavilion.

The cold wind was blowing, and no one said anything about covering him with clothes.

It caused him to catch a cold.

Thinking of this, Jin Xu's nose started to itch, and he sneezed several times in a row, "By the way, where is your young master? Shouldn't he be practicing swordplay at this hour?"

"Young master is still drunk and still asleep."

When Zhu Yan said this, Jin Xu's memory valve opened. He immediately remembered what happened last night and jumped up from his chair, "Yes, Ayun is drunk."

"It's over, it's over now..."
Chapter completed!