After crossing, let yourself go

91 chapter

"When our prince came back, he was completely stunned. He held the girl's body for four days and four nights. Later, the queen ordered people to forcibly take the prince away.

The weather at that time was so bad that the girl's body was already covered with corpse spots, but the prince would not let anyone touch the girl's body. He fought madly with the servants for the body. Finally, the queen came in person to bury the girl.

Afterwards, the Queen continued to suppress the Second Prince. The Second Prince's mother was the daughter of our Bei Ming who wrote the petition. The Queen suppressed the entire family of the petitioner to vent her anger on her son.

I don't know why the queen seemed to be even more angry about this matter. She kept writing the letter to the emperor, saying that the second prince and his mother were the ones who had submitted the letter, and the emperor had to issue an order to execute them before he could stop the repair work.

Although the girl's revenge was achieved, our prince was also finished. At that time, he drank all day, during the day and at night. He said that when he was drunk, he could see the girl, chat with her, hold her hand and say sorry to her.

He shouldn't have let her stay overnight in his house. He should have sent her home and stayed by her side all the time.

The prince has been depressed and self-abandoned for more than two years. His health has been deteriorating and he has fainted several times. The people from the Imperial Hospital have always sent imperial doctors to guard his mansion all year round, for fear that something might happen to him.

Later, the Queen couldn't stand it anymore and came to our Prince Cheng's Mansion and talked with the Prince for a whole day.

Slowly, the prince resumed his normal life, but from now on, no one is allowed to stay overnight in the mansion, no one."

Gao Fei walked to the gate of a courtyard and gave Han Jiu a bitter smile, "Third Young Master, I have no choice but to trouble you. Today, I heard from the servants that the prince brought you here. I wondered if the prince was willing to talk to you, so I brought you here.

Now the prince is still drinking in the yard, and has already drunk several jars. I am really afraid that the prince will be like those two years, so Third Master, please help our prince. " Gao Fei looked at Han Jiu pleadingly, maybe this man can really help the prince.

"Drinking in the yard?" It's not cold, but if you don't die from drinking, you'll probably freeze to death.

Gao Fei was helpless. "Yes, in the yard."

Ah, what is this? He might as well freeze to death. "Let me go in and take a look first. Give me your lantern." It was so dark that I couldn't see anything.

Gao Fei immediately handed over the lantern in his hand, but Han Jiu took the lantern from him and instead of holding it in his hand, he threw it over his shoulder. Then he walked in lazily with the lantern on his shoulder.

Han Jiu carried a lantern and walked into the yard. There was a round table in the middle of the yard. Seven or eight empty wine jars were placed crookedly on the table. Mu Jifan was still sitting in front of the table drinking bowl after bowl. Ah, so wild.

Han Jiu walked to the table and placed one hand on it to support her body, the other hand still holding the lantern on her shoulder, looking down at him with a half smile, "My Lord, good morning."

Mu Jifan raised his head and looked at him. At this time, Han Jiu's hair was all loose, and her clothes were loose, revealing part of her chest. A few strands of hair were entangled and fell on his collarbone.

He simply put on his outer robe and it seemed that he came in a hurry. He must have been woken up from his sleep.

He looked at me with a faint smile, because the light from the lantern on his shoulder made him look hazy. "Third Master, why are you still not asleep at this late hour?"

Han Jiu put down the lantern and sat opposite him. "It's not late, it's early. It's already the hour of Yin. It will be dawn in a little while."

Mu Jifan narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and because he had drunk some wine his voice was more charming than usual. "Oh, then the Third Young Master got up really early." He drank another bowl of wine.

"Can you please stop drinking like this?" Han Jiu looked at him, supporting his head with one hand.

Mu Jifan looked at Han Jiu and smiled, with a bitter smile, "How do you drink it?"

Han Jiu held his outer robe tightly, picked up a jar of wine, opened it, held the jar and tilted his head back to pour it into his mouth. Because he poured it in a hurry, some of the wine overflowed from the corners of Han Jiu's mouth and flowed down his neck into his clothes.

Mu Jifan stared at the man in front of him with his mouth wide open. He quickly put down the bowl in his hand, stood up, walked to Han Jiu and snatched the wine jar. "Third Young Master, are you going to die by drinking like this?"

Han Jiu, whose wine jar was snatched away, tilted his head and looked at him with a smile on his lips.

Most of her clothes were soaked by the wine, and she didn't want to tidy them up. She looked at Mu Jifan and said softly and lowly, "Prince, you can't go back after drinking, right? And you also said that if you drink like this, are you going to die? If she sees... she will be heartbroken."

There was a sound of shattering. It was the sound of a wine jar falling to the ground and shattering, but also the sound of a heart breaking. Mu Jifan looked at the man sitting there anxiously.

This person sat casually and lazily in front of him with a faint smile on his face. There was no worry, sympathy, or comfort in his eyes. There was only one emotion revealed in his eyes.

I understand, I understand your pain, your sadness, and all your unbearable pain.

Mu Jifan stood in the cold wind with his body trembling. He didn't know when tears started running down his face. The tears were so hot that they seemed to burn his face. His view of Han Jiu was even blurrier because of the tears.

He knew that this man had no intention of laughing at his crying, nor did he have any intention of trying to persuade him. He just sat there and looked at him without saying a word, as if to say, cry, cry if you want to.

Han Jiu really had no intention of persuading him. She thought it was good to cry for a while. Crying was a good way to vent. After crying, the whole person would feel better, although she herself had not learned this way of venting to this day.

Mu Jifan did feel much better after crying. Perhaps it was because he had been suppressing his emotions for a long time, so after venting them suddenly, he felt as if all the strength had been drained out of him. Also, he was a little unsteady on his feet because he had been drinking.

Just when he was about to hit the table, Han Jiu reached out to catch him. Han Jiu was helpless. Fortunately, I have been a man for a long time and have a good physique, otherwise I would have been crushed to death by you.

Han Jiu clicked her lips as she looked at the man who was either asleep or fainted. She wondered what sin she had committed in her previous life to deserve such suffering in such a cold weather.

It was impossible to carry him on my back. He couldn't stand steadily without someone to support him. He might fall if he wasn't careful. After all, he was a prince. He sighed, frowned, and picked him up sideways, thinking that he'd better drink so much that he would remember nothing tomorrow morning.

Gao Fei looked at Han Jiu, who was carrying his own prince horizontally, with her mouth open so wide that an egg could fit in.

Han Jiu looked at him and really wanted to slap him. You said you had nothing to do, so why did you ask me to come here? "Don't stand there. Go cry if your prince freezes to death."

"Ah, yes, yes, this is the Third Young Master." Gao Fei reacted and hurriedly led Han Jiu to Mu Jifan's room.

Han Jiu put Mu Jifan on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to the half-awake and half-dazed Gao Fei and said, "He drank alcohol and was exposed to the cold wind for half the night. Let someone give him something to dispel the cold, otherwise he will get sick."

"Yes, yes, I'll do it right away." Looking at Han Jiu's somewhat embarrassed appearance, he smiled embarrassedly, "Third Young Master, thank you."

"Okay, as long as your prince is okay, I'll go back and take a nap. I've been busy all night." As she said this, she yawned and went back to take a nap.

After Han Jiu left, Gao Fei ordered the servants to prepare a soup to dispel the cold for the prince. He then stood beside the bed and looked at his prince.

The prince cried, and Gao Fei's nose felt a little sore. The prince had never cried in all these years.

When that man died that year, the prince did not cry, but just gave up on himself and kept suppressing it in his heart without telling anyone. Over the years, he has become depressed and ill. But today, the prince cried, and that's good.

It was already noon when Han Jiu woke up. She looked at Song Ruochen beside the bed and saw that he had no intention of getting up. "When did you come?"

Song Ruochen held her hand and said gently, "It's been a while. I didn't call you because you were sleeping so soundly."

"How is Xiye?" He was injured so badly.

"He's fine. Qiao Yu has been guarding him. I was worried about you so I came to check on you." Song Ruochen took a set of clean clothes and placed them beside the bed.

Han Jiu kissed him on the face and reached out to put on her clothes. "Qiao Yu, that lunatic, made it so that I couldn't even go home to return to." If she went back, they would quarrel. Xi Ye wasn't well yet, so she could only endure it.

Song Ruochen smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Xiaojiu."

Han Jiu curled his lips and said, "Forget it, I won't argue with him. As long as Xiye is fine, it's fine. Ruochen, have you eaten?"

"I've eaten, but you slept until noon. You must be hungry." Seeing that Han Jiu had finished washing up, he opened the door to ventilate.