After a while, Na Tuo's body moved a few times. He opened his bloodshot eyes and looked around. Then, he raised the wine bottle in his hand and poured it into his mouth.
But not a single drop of wine came out.
He immediately swung his hand and threw the wine bottle.
It fell heavily on the ground!
"Bang!"
It was smashed into pieces.
He looked at the wine bottle that fell on the ground in front of him. His body rushed forward and his hands grabbed at the things around him.
But they were all empty wine bottles.
"Someone, someone!" He shouted.
But there was no response for a long time.
"Where is everyone? Where did they all go? Wine, give me wine. "
Still no response.
He lay on the ground, unable to make a sound.
After a long time —
The door finally opened.
However, the one who came in was not a servant or servant, but a woman dressed in white.
The woman walked in front of him and stopped.
Na Tuo's eyes slowly moved up the pair of white cloth shoes in front of him.
But when it fell on the woman's knees, he could not lift it anymore.
His head drooped.
Jing Xuan looked down at the man in front of her. Her face was calm, but her eyes carried an unfathomable emotion.
After a long time, she slowly squatted down.
She was dressed in a very bright white dress.
Her slender fingers gently brushed past Na Tuo's hair. She smiled and said, "Don't you want the throne the most? Then I will let you have a taste of what it feels like to not have it. "
Her voice echoed in the air …
It was strange and cold.
Na Tuo vaguely heard something and moved his body.
There was no more movement!
Jing Xuan looked at him coldly, then got up and went out.
As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw a servant girl carrying a basin of water. When she saw Jing Xuan, who was dressed in white with her hair draped over her shoulders, she was startled. Her hands trembled and the basin fell from her hands.
It hit the ground.
The basin full of water spilled out.
It splashed on Jing Xuan's clothes.
"Princess … Princess?" The servant girl stared at her with wide eyes.
In the middle of the night, a woman dressed like this came out. Anyone would be scared.
Jing Xuan looked at her and said, "When the Prince wakes up tomorrow, remember to persuade him not to drink anymore."
"… Yes!" The maidservant trembled. "Princess, what are you doing?"
Jing Xuan didn't respond to her. She put her hands on her sides and straightened her back. She walked forward step by step without looking sideways.
In the end, only the thin and lonely back view of the girl was left.
After a long time, the little girl finally reacted.
When he turned around and entered the room, he saw that Tuo was lying motionless on the ground. He hurriedly called for someone to carry the drunk prince onto the bed.
But … what was the Princess doing here?
…
The next day, when Na Tuo woke up, he felt uncomfortable all over.
His head was throbbing.
He got out of bed and went out of the inner room. He found that the room had been tidied up.
There was not the slightest hint of a mess.
However, he still could not lift his spirits. He sat down on the chair and shouted towards the outside, "Someone come."
The maidservant came in from outside with a hunched back.
"Your Highness, what are your orders?"
Na Tuo propped up his head and softened his eyebrows. "Go get some wine."
"Your Highness, it's better …" Stop drinking.
Before he could finish his words, he was immediately interrupted by Tuo.
He said, "Hurry up and go."
The little girl did not move.
Na Tuo raised his bloodshot and haggard eyes to look at her and said, "Did you not hear what this prince said? This prince said I want wine! "
"This servant heard, but …"
"But what?"
"Last night … Last night, the Princess came and asked this servant to persuade your Highness to stop drinking."
What?
Na Tuo thought he heard wrong.
"What did you say?"
"Last night, after your Highness got drunk, the Princess came."
"Bang!" Na Tuo raised his head and slammed the table.
"Didn't this prince say that the Princess is forbidden to walk around? Forbidding Wangfei from walking around, are you treating ben wang's words as passing wind? "
"No, your Highness, this servant doesn't know how the Princess came here last night. At that time, she was wearing … "
"Wearing what?"
"He's dressed in white with his hair draped over his shoulders."
What kind of operation is this?
In the middle of the night!
White clothes!
His hair was draped over his shoulders!
If this is not a female ghost, then what is it?
Na Tuo thought he heard wrong again. He propped himself up and asked to confirm, "Are you sure it was the Princess who came last night?"
"Yes."
"What is she doing here?"
"I'm not sure about that, but before she left, she asked this servant to persuade you to drink less when your Highness woke up."
Na Tuo was speechless.
Why do I feel a chill down my spine?
This is strange.
Although he was angry, before Gong Shilin died, he said that he would not do anything to Jing Xuan.
This is probably the only thing he can do.
…
On the other side.
A piece of news spread among the scholars.
In three days, there will be a lantern festival by the Wenqiao.
Many scholars and nobles have been invited to participate.
As for who will be the organizer?
No one knows!
Most of the scholars who participated in this year's contest received an invitation.
Song Zhi was no exception!
He looked at the invitation in his hand in shock and was in a daze for a long time!
Because he was different from the others.
Apart from being able to compose poems, he was not a great scholar. Secondly, he was not a high official or noble. Thirdly, he had no backing.
He was not like the other scholars who were either rich or powerful, or had already become the disciple of some important person.
Therefore, he deeply doubted the fact that he was invited.
Lang Po happened to pass by his room.
He saw him sitting at his desk, reading something.
His expression was very complicated.
"What are you looking at?" he asked into the room.
The sudden sound from the door startled Song Zhi.
He turned around and saw Lang Po looking at him curiously with a pair of round eyes.
He hurriedly hid the invitation letter in his sleeve.
"Nothing."
Lang Po smiled mischievously. "Could it be a letter from a girl?"
Man, your words are too artistic.
Isn't it easier to understand if you just say it's a love letter?
Song Zhi's face turned red.
He stood up and said shyly, "Master Lang … what are you talking about? I … don't have one. How can a girl like me?"
"Then why don't you show me?"
"It's not a good thing."
"Let me see."
Lang Po insisted on looking.
He hurriedly pulled on his sleeve.
It was so fast that Song Zhi did not have time to react. The invitation that he had hidden in his sleeve was pulled out by Lang Po.
Lang Po was overjoyed.
He thought that he had found Song Zhi's weakness.
However, when he looked at the thing in his hand, he found that it was not a love letter but an invitation.
He lost interest in it immediately.
He threw it to him. "Tsk, I thought it was something else."
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