Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

Xiao Jingheng directly carried Song Wanyin away from this place of trouble, suppressing his inner emotions, feeling distressed and anxious.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the unconscious Song Wanyin in his arms. He was obviously not able to hold his liquor, but he was drunk as hell. If anything went wrong, he would be worried as well.

This little fox is really a worry.

Mother Cui was about to chase after him to ask for the money, but Jing Mo stopped her. She immediately became angry:

"Are you robbers? You smashed my Huayue Tower and drank so much of my fine vintage wine, and you want to leave without paying me?"

Jing Mo's eyes were cold, he pointed at Jia Yuanxi lying on the ground and snorted:

"All these accounts are blamed on him."

After saying that, he picked up the drunk and sleepy Tiancheng. The veins on his forehead and neck were bulging, but he had to pretend to be calm on the surface.

Wow! This little girl usually looks skinny and small, how come she becomes heavier than a pig after falling asleep?

It seems that I still have to persuade her to eat less in the future.

Mother Cui knew that Jia Yuanxi could not afford the money, so she put her hands on her hips in frustration and gave an order:

"Come here, arrest them for me. How can they do it for free?"

Soon, a dozen thugs, holding wooden sticks, rushed to Jing Mo and stopped him.

Jing Mo lowered his eyes, facing these burly thugs, with a hint of disdain on his lips:

"With you guys, you are clearly seeking death."

More than a dozen thugs, wielding wooden sticks with angry eyes, pounced towards Jing Mo like a tiger descending from a mountain, wishing they could cut him into pieces.

Jing Mo was not afraid at all. He dodged the attacks of the thugs like lightning.

Then, Jing Mo just swept his leg like a whirlwind with great force, instantly knocking more than a dozen thugs to the ground and causing them to spit blood.

More than a dozen thugs were lying on the table, some on the steps, and some on the ground, wailing in pain. It seemed as if all the bones in their bodies were broken and they could no longer get up.

When Mother Cui saw this scene, she turned pale with fright and could only watch them leave in big strides, unable to do anything.

This time, he had run into a thorn in his side and could only pick on the weak and blame all the losses on Jia Yuanxi.

Bai Shaobo was relieved to see that his master had escaped safely and was protected by Xiao Jingheng. He took out some change from his arms and placed it on the table, then left quietly in the chaos.

Xiao Jingheng did not send Song Wanyin back to the Taiwei Mansion or Jishidiang, but went to an inn and asked for an elegant and quiet room upstairs.

He asked the waiter to bring a basin of warm water and a bowl of sobering soup, then carried Song Wanyin up to the second floor.

Jing Mo was about to enter the house carrying the oranges, but saw Xiao Jingheng suddenly stop, turn around and say:

"I'll leave Sweet Orange to you. There's an empty room next door."

Jing Mo widened his eyes in surprise and asked in confusion:

"Sir, who will take care of the county lady?"

Xiao Jingheng closed his cold eyes slightly, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and looked at him silently with his jaw tightly clenched.

There is a feeling of hating iron but not steel.

Jing Mo was frightened, and immediately cowered, agreeing repeatedly:

"I obey your command. I will do it right away."

Xiao Jingheng carried Song Wanyin back to the room and laid her down, holding her head. He first gave her some sobering soup, then soaked a white handkerchief in warm water and wrung it dry, carefully wiping her face and hands.

Watching Song Wanyin tossing and turning in bed uncomfortably due to the effects of alcohol, unable to fall asleep for a moment.

He secretly made up his mind that he would never let her drink again.

Song Wanyin fell into a deep sleep, her brain and limbs were paralyzed, and she felt as if she was sleep-paralyzed. She felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and wanted to scream out loud, but no sound came out.

Her mind was filled with images of her being in Huayue Tower, surrounded by those vulgar women. She wanted to escape, but she couldn't.

"Don't, don't touch me."

When Xiao Jingheng heard her suddenly mutter, he paused, holding the white handkerchief, not knowing whether he should continue to help her wipe, and asked tentatively:

"Junior sister, are you awake?"

Song Wanyin smacked her lips and held her arms tightly across her chest, fearing that her identity as a girl would be exposed if she wasn't careful. She muttered nervously:

“Go, go away.

Stay away from me..."

Xiao Jingheng quietly observed the changes in her expression, and immediately understood everything. He smiled helplessly and said:

"So you know you are a girl. Can you go to a place like Huayue Tower?"

Song Wanyin curled up like a cautious kitten, and huddled in a small corner like a cricket pupa.

Even when drunk, he instinctively protects his privacy and does not allow anyone to infringe on it.

Xiao Jingheng was really worried about her. He had heard from Prince Jing that there was indeed someone in the royal family who was born on an yin year, yin month, yin day and yin time.

He was just planning on the occasion to meet this person with the most yin constitution, but he never imagined that there was someone more important who needed his constant care.

Well, Song Wanyin had already disturbed his thoughts, giving him a chance to think quietly at night.

In the private room next door, Tiancheng was sleeping on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, his mouth slightly open and saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth, looking totally unpresentable.

Jing Mo originally wanted to help her lie flat, but no matter how hard he tried, she still preferred this heroic sleeping position and was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"Forget it. I don't care about you."

He was in a hurry to go out with his parents to do some work. Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he heard Tiancheng's humming voice behind him:

"I'm thirsty. I want to drink some water..."

Jing Mo had just taken a step forward, but suddenly retracted it. He reluctantly poured her a glass of water, lifted her head, and carefully poured the water into her mouth.

Tiancheng drank too quickly and accidentally choked, and the water in his mouth sprayed out, just in time to wash Jingmo's face.

Jing Mo couldn't avoid her and looked at her with a dark face. He laid her down angrily and helplessly, and took a white towel to help her wipe the water stains splashed on her body, completely ignoring himself.

"You're such a grown man, but you can still choke when drinking water. I really can't do anything about you."

Tiancheng burped loudly and comfortably, and the air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. He turned around restlessly on the bed, and soon turned in a big circle and returned to the starting point.

"It's hot, no need for clothes..."

After saying that, he reached out to pull the collar, revealing a shiny white area, which looked like tempting tofu, making people dizzy.

Jing Mo's eyes widened, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he hurriedly stepped forward to hold down her little hand that was continuing to pull it down.

"No, no, I may be a gentleman, but if someone sees me like this, I won't be able to defend myself."

Jing Mo wanted to leave several times, but because of various problems that frequently happened to Tiancheng, he had to stay and take care of her in a hurry.

He couldn't help but wail in his heart:

'Oh, what a living ancestor!

Sir, is your situation the same as mine?