What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 195 is a wild dog
The banquet that was about to end in Xue Daokou lasted for a while. I don’t know if it was because of a dance in the middle of the room, which made the saint’s interest even higher. Even Xu Neijian's soft dissuasion by the side was useless.

Xue Huaishi looked at the sage's way of drinking one after another, and was also a little worried. He knew the sage's drinking capacity, and it was indeed too much today. He was worried about headaches tomorrow, so he followed up with a few words of persuasion.

"Don't worry Xue Jiancheng. Anyway, today is New Year's Eve. The sage has been doing it for a whole year, but tonight, let him have a good time. I have prepared sober soup."

Empress Xie chuckled beside her.

It's just that after Queen Xie finished speaking, the worry on Xue Huaishi's face did not decrease, and then he looked at the saint, who thought for a while, put down the wine cup, slapped his thigh, and said with a faint smile: "What Huaishi said is true, I I drank too much today, although I have been doing it for a whole year, but I, as the king of a country, naturally cannot slack off even a single bit, even on such a happy day, I have to restrain myself."

Empress Xie smiled and said, "The sage is wise."

The sage said: "It's just that I'm so happy today."

Xue Huaishi jokingly said: "But to see a dance that overwhelms the country, is it more appetizing than this table full of delicacies?"

"Hahaha--"

The sage laughed a few times, waved his hands more fiercely, said no, paused, and looked at Xue Dao: "It's not your good son, I'm thinking about the disaster in Suzhou this time, the prince and Xing Chuan and the others did a very good job, they suppressed the bandits and relieved the disaster, the crown prince played three times, and the disaster was relieved, I was very happy, so I drank more."

Hearing this, Xue Dao stood up quickly, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty's words are serious, I am really ashamed, and I dare not accept the credit."

Xue Huaishi looked over unhurriedly, and the smile on his expression gradually disappeared.

Xue Dao would never dare to accept the contribution of disaster relief.

King Fen chuckled, and spat, "Sit down quickly, you'll be a good boy if you get a bargain."

"It's not that I've got a cheap price and acted like a good boy."

Xue Dao said, looking at the saint: "Your Majesty, you don't know. When I was in Suzhou, I was trapped by those bandits. Let alone disaster relief, even my life is hard to save. This time the disaster in Suzhou has been eased. It must be His Highness the Crown Prince's first contribution. On that day, I was rescued by His Royal Highness, and I wanted to do my best for His Highness. Who would have thought that His Highness saw that I was suffering for several days and had no human form, and would understand that I and his wife separated on the day of their wedding. For half a year, I specially asked the minister to come back early, as for the disaster relief and the aftermath, it was all done by His Royal Highness, and the minister could not share His Highness's worries, so naturally he could not share the credit with brazen words."

"I said Xingchuan, you kid..." King Fen reached out and nodded him, and said with a smile, "I don't think the crown prince kindly asked you to come back first, but you are the one who misses your wife so much that you begged His Highness the crown prince to come back first." Yes."

Xue Dao smiled when he heard this.

Everyone in the hall watched and immediately burst into laughter, saying that he dared to belittle even the affairs of the court for the sake of his wife, he really had the courage.

Lin Zhao's face turned red and white.

What he knew was that he wanted to put aside the relationship with the disaster since then, what he didn't know was that he had become a tigress.

"Xue Xingchuan, Xue Xingchuan."

King Fen was so out of breath laughing, he repeatedly patted the table: "It's really you."

"It really is Kaiseki's son. As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dogs. Huaishi is so fearful of internal affairs. Now Xingchuan has followed your father's old path, haha——" The saint also laughed, "Stinky boy, the queen mother was still a few days ago. Speaking of you, after returning to Beijing for so long, you still don't go to see her, it really hurts you for nothing."

Xue Dao repeatedly pleaded guilty.

Amidst the laughter, the banquet that made Lin Zhao sleepy was finally coming to an end. King Fen was already drunk and lay down on the table. This person clearly has a very light drinking capacity, but has a great alcohol addiction.

"Why did Xingchuan fell down?"

The saint asked with a belch.

Xue Huaishi squinted at Xue Dao, who was lying on the table like King Fen, smiled knowingly, and said with a snort: "Your Majesty, let someone help him out as soon as possible, if he sleeps here again, it will be a shame." I want to lose all the old face of the old minister for three or four lifetimes."

The sage laughed, and waved his hands to Xu Neijian to lead someone to help Xue Dao, who was drunk. Leave.

Xue Dao usually looks weak, but why is he so heavy after losing consciousness? Seeing the pained appearance of Inspector Xu and the other two inmates, Lin Zhao could only say, "I'm sorry for the father-in-law."

"Young Madam, where are these words?"

Xu Neijian smiled and said, just a little puzzled: "However... Mr. Xue has always been good at drinking, how could he get drunk so easily today."

"I... I'm not drunk!"

Xue Dao was suddenly lifted up by his right hand, and slapped Neijian Xu on the face. The huge force that he swung unconsciously almost knocked Neijian Xu down. He stood by the wall next to him, Xu Only then did the inner eunuch stare and sighed, "Oh my God."

The sage watched from afar and couldn't help laughing.

Xue Huaishi couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"You...you all get out of here!"

Xue Dao struggled to get away from the support of the people on the left and right, and almost staggered backwards. Lin Zhao cried out in fright, quickly supported his arm, frowned and said in a low voice: "Really, don't move around, be careful not to fall."

Xue Dao opened his eyes, seeming to be covered by a layer of white mist, and pointed at Xu Neijian: "Don't touch me...no one is allowed to touch me..." He hugged Lin Zhao like a fool, and muttered, "I want Mrs. ...I just want my wife..."

As soon as this remark came out, laughter resounded like waves in the hall.

What a shame.

Lin Zhao forcibly ignored the pointing and pointing of everyone in the hall, thinking that this was really famous in Qingjing, and looked at the inner supervisor Xu awkwardly, and could only smile wryly: "Then...then I will take him back by myself, don't bother It's in prison."

Neijian Xu said worriedly: "Young Madam...or..."

"I only want my wife! Get the hell out of here!"

Xue Dao waved his hands indiscriminately again. With the lesson learned from last time, Inspector Xu dodged immediately. It was really hard for him to force such a skill at such a young age, and he said helplessly: "Then...Young Madam, be careful .”

Lin Zhao nodded, Xue Dao's body pressed down like a hill, supported him with difficulty, and walked forward step by step, until he was about to leave the palace gate, he remembered that Xue Dao drank so much Drinking wine, going out directly to blow the air for fear of catching a cold, but in times of crisis, Xue Dao, who was pestering him, took the first step.

The inner prisoner opened the door of the hall, and the cold wind hit her face. Lin Zhao couldn't help shivering. Looking back at Xue Dao who was drunk, she walked down the steps carefully. When she heard the sound of the door closing behind her, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young lady."

Pan Ding, the leader of the Silver Dragon Guard guarding outside the door, saw this scene, came over gratefully, and said with concern: "My subordinates will help you."

"roll!"

Xue Dao roared directly.

Pan Ding's face turned pale, he felt so wronged, he was obviously kind, Xue Dao actually yelled at him like that, you must know that last time when Xue Dao beat the prince because of the eleventh prince's funeral ceremony, he almost fell into danger because he failed to protect the prince. Being blamed, so to speak, Xue Dao still owes himself a favor.

"Boss Pan, you have a heart."

Lin Zhao quickly explained: "I just take him back with me."

After all, he pulled Xue Dao's swaying body and headed for the Yongcheng Gate. Along the way, the stumbling state of affairs was seen by the night guards. Lin Zhao was also exhausted, and finally arrived at the Yongcheng Gate Before, at this hour, there were no people in front of the door, even ghosts.

Lin Zhao sighed and said, "I hate it."

Xue Dao's arm was on her shoulder, and her neck was sore.

"Madam tired?"

Just as she was slandering herself and feeling sore all over, Xue Dao suddenly said with a smile.

Lin Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then realized.

Xue Dao was pretending to be drunk!
She immediately became short of breath and wanted to speak, but the earlobes that had been blown by the cold wind for a long time suddenly felt warm, and Xue Dao swallowed her mouth. Lin Zhao stared suddenly, trying to break free from Xue Dao, but Xue Dao clasped his arms tightly and said in a low voice : "If it weren't for pretending to be drunk at the banquet, I don't know when I can take you out."

Lin Zhao turned around and looked into Xue Dao's bright eyes. The annoyance just now turned into dumbfounding, and he slapped Xue Dao's chest fiercely, complaining: "Since it's a fake, why bother to pretend for so long, from Qilin Palace Do you know how far it is to get here, I'm almost exhausted."

Xue Dao held her cold hand, held it to his lips, and laughed lightly, and said with a light smile, "It's so interesting to see Madam struggling to support me."

"I know nonsense."

Lin Zhao was angry.

Xue Dao laughed directly, and at the same time, fine snowflakes floated from the sky, he simply hugged Lin Zhao horizontally, so scared that Lin Zhao subconsciously hugged his neck, and said anxiously: "This is the palace, You are too unruly, don't let me down soon."

"There is no one here, and besides, I am the same in front of the saint."

As Xue Dao said, he walked forward at a leisurely pace, with that bold gesture, he seemed not drunk.

It’s just that at the gate of the city, where the wind and snow were blowing the most, Xue Dao saw a person, and then he hugged Lin Zhao in his arms a little closer, and told Lin Zhao to lean on his chest, turn sideways slightly, and look sideways.

Chen Wang was also standing in front of his own carriage. By the light of the carriage lantern, his eye sockets were still black and blue, and there was a torn old scar at the corner of his mouth. His left arm was half-raised, supported by A-Lü, and he was about to go to bed. Carriage, seeing Xue Dao approaching, Chen Wang also looked over.

The eyes met for a moment, and it was Chen Wang who moved away first, staggered into the carriage and drove away.

Xue Dao sneered.

Lin Zhao couldn't get used to the smell of alcohol on his body, and urged, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, I saw a dog."

Xue Dao hugged Lin Zhao and got into the carriage. While arranging his clothes, Lin Zhao said calmly, "Is there still a dog in the palace? I've never seen it before."

"The people in this palace are all masters, so they naturally like to keep dogs."

Xue Dao put down the small curtain of the carriage calmly: "It's just a wild dog just now, and the guards at the Yongcheng Gate don't know where to go to be lazy, and there is no one guarding them, and they tell a dog to run around."

Lin Zhao yawned softly, covered it with his hands, and half-closed his eyes, and said, "Today is New Year's Eve anyway, the saint is sympathetic, and I don't know if it's a holiday."

Xue Dao asked her to lean against him, and said with a half-smile: "Madam, let's take a rest first, when I go back to Tinglan Waterside Pavilion, I'm still busy."

Lin Zhao stayed with him for a long time, and immediately realized what was going on, without opening his eyes, he pinched Xue Dao fiercely through his sleeve, the man hissed softly, and muttered: "It's useless to pinch me, this But one hundred and one things." He patted the car board and urged Ping Lian, "Hurry up and drive."
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The banquet was over, it was already the fourth watch, and the people at the banquet left. The sage greeted Neijian Xu and wanted to set up Wei Xianfei's Shaoyao Pavilion. Neijian Xu looked at the time and saw that the sage had drunk so much wine. Said: "Your Majesty, it's too late today, why not wait another day..."

"What are you talking about, don't hurry up." The saint frowned and said shyly.

Xu Neijian had no choice but to prepare for the Luanjia, and the saint sat on the eight people's car in a confused way, and went to the Shaoyao Pavilion in a daze, with his hands on his lap, lighting it up and down.

The night was dark and the stars were shining brightly. When Luan drove outside a palace, the inner prisoner Xu bowed his head and didn't speak. He just waved his hands repeatedly, telling the inner prisoner who carried the sedan chair to hurry up.

Unexpectedly, the sage on the Luanjia slowly opened his eyes, his drunken eyes turned cold at the moment, and he said in a low voice, "Stop."

A hint of helplessness flashed across Xu Neijian's face, but he still didn't escape, raised his head and smiled and said, "Your Highness, the concubine Xian must have received the letter and is waiting for you. It's a windy night, so don't stop at the windy place." what."

Unexpectedly, the sage turned a deaf ear and insisted on standing still. Xu Neijian came to help him, but was rejected by the sage. He stood in front of the palace and looked at the plaque that had been weathered and faded to almost rotten wood. Three big characters, only three years, has it become like this in three years?
Three years, how does it feel like 30 years have passed.

The sage moved forward with a blank face.

Xu Neijian quickly came to stop him, but was pushed away by the saint.

"You all don't follow."

There was a heavy push on the door, and the saint stepped into the threshold. The desolation in the courtyard seemed to have gone through several generations of vicissitudes. It was so bleak, like a knife piercing the heart. Bring your feet back.

However, the saint frowned slightly, looked at the anteroom at the end of the yard, and was stunned for a moment. There seemed to be someone there, who moved behind him, and walked in cautiously without asking Neijian Xu to follow.

Someone came out of the side room. He was holding a big broom. In such a cold winter day, he was wearing only a thin long robe with his sleeves rolled up. He was working hard to sweep the snow in the courtyard. The sage recognized the serious look on this person at a glance.

"Fourth?"

The saint called softly.

Hearing this, Chen Hua, who was sweeping the snow, turned his head, with some astonishment on his face, and murmured, "Father?"

(End of this chapter)