Bai Yin stared curiously at the man who had come to visit in the middle of the night and listened to his strange words.
What does he mean by 'is my name Bai Yin'?
If he's not Bai Yin, who else could he be?
This question was too much to ask.
Bai Yin tightened his grip on the dagger.
He asked Lian Que, "Why do you ask?"
Lian Que fell silent for a moment before he replied, "Did I mention that you look like a friend of mine?"
Friend?
Hearing this, Bai Yin took a small step back.
He could not help but recall the dream he had just had!
In the dream, there was Lian Que!
Hence, while he was puzzled, he could not help but feel curious about the man before him.
He followed Lian Que's line of questioning and asked, "Do I... Know you?"
Then, the air suddenly froze.
Their gazes met, perhaps they had already sensed something in each other's hearts.
Neither of them spoke!
After a while, Bai Yin slowly lowered his hand that was holding the dagger. His eyes were filled with uncertainty but he quickly replied with determination, "No, we can't possibly know each other."
Because in his memory, there was no such person as Lian Que!
Lian Que smiled bitterly, "That's right, you can't possibly be him either."
There was no way his Ah Jin would not recognize him.
Both of them denied their guesses and thoughts.
Lian Que did not stay for long. After he had said his piece, he hurriedly left with a sense of regret.
The night, which had been swept by the strong winds and snow, once again returned to its tranquility.
Bai Yin stared at the empty end of the long corridor and fell into silence.
That night, he had unknowingly been drinking for the entire night.
He was completely drunk on the stone steps.
Like a pile of mud!
...
Early in the morning.
Song Zhi opened his eyes and went to sweep the snow with his broom.
As soon as he reached the courtyard, he saw Bai Yin sprawled out on the stone steps.
His body was covered in snow.
His face was red and his lips were slightly purple.
He had obviously been frozen.
Song Zhi was stunned.
What's going on?
A living person was lying on the ground. Should he sweep the broom from the left to the right? Or from the right to the left?
After struggling for a while, he was at a loss.
"This... What should I do?"
Everyone knew that he was afraid of Bai Yin.
After a long time …
He then walked to Bai Yin's side and crouched down. He nudged her gently with his hand and called out softly, "Bai Yin? Bai Yin? Wake up. "
The mud remained motionless!
Song Zhi did not give up. He continued to call, "Bai Yin, it's winter. If you sleep here, you'll catch a cold. Wake up, Bai Yin? Wake up. "
"…"
"How about I help you back to your room to rest?"
"…"
Mud heard some sounds and moved his body slightly, but he still did not wake up.
Song Zhi was really worried to death!
At this time, Lang Po had already woken up. He tidied up his clothes and went out the door. He had just walked around the long corridor when he saw this scene.
Hmm?
He was stunned for a moment before he quickly walked over.
He asked Song Zhi, "What's going on?"
I was scared to death.
When Song Zhi saw him, he immediately stood up nervously. Grabbing the broom in his hand, he hurriedly explained, "That … I don't know what happened. When I came to sweep the snow this morning, I saw Bai Yin lying here. I couldn't wake him up no matter how hard I tried. "
Lang Po wrinkled his nose as he smelled the strong scent of alcohol around him.
It rushed into the tip of his nose. It was really unpleasant.
He immediately frowned.
He looked around and saw a few wine bottles covered in snow.
They were all over the place.
They were lying everywhere.
Did this guy come out last night to drink?
Not only did he drink, he even got himself drunk!
Now he was lying here, half his body was buried in the snow.
If not for the fact that he could still make snoring sounds, people would really think that he was dead!
And that he had definitely frozen to death.
If the snow had gotten any heavier, he probably would not have been able to show his face!
Song Zhi asked anxiously, "Young Master Lang, what should we do now? We can't let Bai Yin sleep here forever, can we? "
He was at his wit's end anyway!
Lang Po was a coarse man. He rolled his eyes, bent down, and reached out to grab Bai Yin's thick arm.
With a tug, he pulled Bai Yin up.
Then, he carried him on his shoulder.
He left.
This scene caused Song Zhi to be dumbfounded.
He looked at his hand that was only suitable for holding a pen and writing. He was afraid that he could not even lift a bucket of water from a well.
How shameful!
He sighed and quietly picked up the broom and began to sweep the snow.
…
Lang Po carried the drunken Bai Yin back into the house and flung him onto the bed without any pity.
"Peng!"
The back of Bai Yin's head hit the hard side of the bed.
It was probably because he was in too much pain.
He let out an "Ah!" and woke up.
He could not help but curl into a ball and cry out in pain as he held his head.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Lang Po standing by the bed, grinning.
The drunkenness slowly dissipated and he regained consciousness.
He sat up with difficulty and stared at Lang Po. "Why did you hit me?"
Ouch.
You've wrongly accused me.
Lang Po's innocent face flashed with a hint of anger. He retorted, "Who hit you? Which eye of yours saw me hit you? "
Bai Yin scratched his head. "You're the only one here. Could it be me? "
"Did you drink too much to be muddle-headed? Do you know that if I hadn't carried you back, you would still be lying in the snow outside, frozen to death? "
"…"
Bai Yin finally reacted.
That's right! He had been drinking in the courtyard yesterday.
In the end, he had lost consciousness.
After hearing Lang Po's words, Bai Yin realized that he was trembling all over.
A chill spread throughout his body.
His teeth were chattering.
He had been frozen for an entire night. It would be strange if he was not cold.
He exhaled and quickly rubbed his arms. He then pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around himself.
He wrapped himself up tightly.
Then, he looked at Lang Po with a complicated expression. "Thank you."
"You still know how to thank me. That means you're not stupid."
"You really want a foot after giving me an inch." Lang Po smiled proudly and sat down on the bed. He met Bai Yin's slightly dazed gaze and asked, "But really, what's wrong with you? I asked you, but you didn't say anything. I thought you just went out for a walk, but I didn't expect you to drink for a whole night. It's fine if you drink for a whole night, but how did you get so drunk? "Qin Haodong thought to himself," It's fine if you drink for a whole night, but why are you so drunk? Do you know how frightened Master Song was when he saw you like this? He's too weak to carry you. If it wasn't for me, you would still be lying outside. What? What?
Did you expect His Highness to carry you? Dream on! If it were His Highness, he would've ordered someone to pour a bucket of water on your head. Just wait to be turned into an ice sculpture. "
"…"
This mouth of his was too vicious.
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