I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 340 I'm Not Drunk

“My family… cough, I was worried that the young lady wouldn’t be able to handle it, so I came to check on her.” As Zhou Yuande spoke, he calmly looked her up and down, his sharp eyes, which had been immersed in the palace for decades, couldn’t detect anything amiss.

He blinked, then blinked again.

You've already taken a bath and nothing happened. Your Majesty, are you impotent?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he immediately raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.

That foul mouth!

Anyone else might fail, but His Majesty will not!
"You..." Chu Liuzheng's eyes widened slightly, looking at him with surprise and uncertainty, "Your mouth is itchy?"

"Yeah, I got bitten by mosquitoes," Zhou Yuande replied without changing his expression, and stepped into the house.

"There are already mosquitoes in May?" Chu Liuzheng glanced at his lips suspiciously and actually saw a bump. He couldn't help but marvel at how early the mosquitoes in Tancheng were.

Chen Xing glanced a few times at the screen where the sound of water was constantly coming from, then snuggled up to Chu Liuzheng's arm and asked with a smile, "Sister, do you need my help?"

"No need." Chu Liuzheng had already prepared everything. He looked up and patted her head. "You've been busy all day. Go and rest for a while."

"Then I'll go next door and see if Doctor Feng has made the antidote yet." Chen Xing let go of her arm and skipped away.

Hearing the water stop behind the screen, Zhou Yuande suddenly stood up: "I suddenly remembered that I still have something to ask, so I'll leave this to you, Miss."

"Okay." Chu Liuzheng didn't suspect anything and watched him leave.

A short while later, Xiao Jingfan came out with his hair down and wearing only a white undergarment.

Wow, she's beautiful, has a great figure, and exudes elegance. She can even make a simple undershirt look like it's on a runway.

Chu Liuzheng took the cloak and put it on Xiao Jingfan first.

Although it's already May, the nights are still chilly. The windows are still open; it would be terrible if the big boss caught a cold.

Xiao Jingfan let her do as she pleased, and even bent down to accommodate her.

Chu Liuzheng felt things were going much more smoothly today, so she didn't think much of it. She grabbed a dry towel to dry his hair, thinking to herself as she did so: "If only I had a hairdryer."

Xiao Jingfan was used to the strange words that would occasionally pop up in his thoughts and didn't pay any attention to them.

Running his fingers along the cool, smooth strands of hair, Chu Liuzheng felt it was almost dry before picking up the sandalwood comb and asking as he combed it, "Young Master, would you like to dine in the main hall or in your room later?"

"The main hall," Xiao Jingfan said with his eyes closed, "It's still early. After dinner, you can go for a walk on the street to digest your food."

Chu Liuzheng was overjoyed.

[It's definitely better to leave the palace; there are fewer rules and I can wander around everywhere.]

"Are you happy?" Xiao Jingfan suddenly turned his head, but was pulled on the scalp and felt a sharp pain, causing his eyebrows to furrow immediately.

[Funny! Why did the tyrant suddenly turn his head like that?]

Chu Liuzheng was so frightened that he hurriedly let go and was about to kneel down to beg for forgiveness, but Xiao Jingfan stopped him.

He said, "Continue."

"Yes." Chu Liuzheng loosely gathered his hair, combing it even more carefully than before. While combing, he kept his eyes on the back of Xiao Jingfan's head, afraid that he would suddenly turn his head again.

Xiao Jingfan didn't speak again, closing his eyes as if he was resting.

The chef at this inn is truly skilled. Not only does he make the signature dishes delicious, but he also makes the dishes that Chu Liuzheng added on the spot, which are not on the menu, look quite good. Perhaps his ancestors were really imperial chefs.

While everyone was eating, the waiter stood at the door and bowed to the group of regular customers who had come to the inn for dinner at the appointed time: "I'm sorry, everyone, our inn has been booked by that young master inside. Please come again tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, many people craned their necks to look inside and asked the waiter, "Where did this rich young master come from? He's not from our town, is he?"

The man just smiled and didn't answer.

The innkeeper came out and said, "The situation is special today, please go eat somewhere else."

He asked the waiter to pack some melon seeds and peanuts for his regular customers to take away.

"This shopkeeper is quite shrewd in business." Feng Jing withdrew his gaze and recommended to Chu Liuzheng, "This lotus leaf steamed pork is quite good. After we finish eating, can we really go out for a stroll?" "That's what the young master said." Chu Liuzheng picked up a piece of steamed pork with his chopsticks and put it in his bowl, turning his head to look at him, "Didn't you just come back from shopping? Why are you so happy?"
“It’s different.” Feng Jing drank half a cup of the inn’s homemade plum wine and laughed, “It’s more lively with more people.”

Seeing his face quickly turn red, Chu Liuzheng narrowed his eyes, held up two fingers, and asked, "How many is this?"

"I'm not drunk." Feng Jing finished the rest of the plum wine in his glass in one gulp. Although his face was flushed, his tone was very firm.

Chu Liuzheng: "..."

[People who say things like that are usually drunk, and this one can only drink one cup.]

She hurriedly asked Chenxing to take away his wine glass, and Feng Jing subconsciously tried to snatch it back, but he was no match for Chenxing's speed.

In a blur, the wine glass was thrown onto the counter in the distance.

The shopkeeper, who was fiddling with the abacus behind the counter, was so frightened that he rubbed his chest. He picked up the small wine cup and looked at it from left to right. Only when he didn't see a single crack did he refrain from asking Chu Liuzheng and the others for compensation.

At the table, Feng Jing pouted in dissatisfaction and muttered, "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

"Yes, yes, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk." Chu Liuzheng served him a bowl of egg drop soup, coaxing the divine doctor in the same way.

As Feng Jing was about to list his glorious deeds, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if he were being watched by something.

He instinctively turned his head and made eye contact with Xiao Jingfan.

Xiao Jingfan's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the soup bowl in front of him.

Feng Jing was indeed a little drunk, and he spoke without thinking, blurting out, "If you want soup, just get some. Why are you glaring at me? Trying to steal it?"

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

"Eat yours." Chu Liuzheng grabbed Feng Jing's chopsticks, put a slice of ginger in his mouth, and smiled at Xiao Jingfan. "He's drunk, young master, please don't hold it against him."

"I'm not drunk." Feng Jing chewed the ginger slices and ate them, his mouth open, whether from the spiciness of the ginger or waiting for Chu Liuzheng to feed him more.

This state of mind indicates that he is quite drunk.

Xiao Jingfan frowned slightly and said to Chu Liuzheng, "Come here."

Chu Liuzheng immediately put down his chopsticks, got up and walked to the next table.

She thought the emperor wanted her to serve the food, but instead she saw Xiao Jingfan gesture with his chin toward the seat opposite him and say gently, "Sit down and eat."

Chu Liuzheng: "Huh?"

"Sit down." After saying these two words, Xiao Jingfan picked up his chopsticks again and started eating by himself.

Chu Liuzheng first looked at Lü Fei, who was sitting on the right, and then at Zhou Yuande, who was sitting on the left.

Seeing Zhou Yuande nod at her, she then had Chen Xing hand her her bowl and chopsticks and sat down to eat.

As for Feng Jing, who was half-drunk and still waiting to be fed, he was being stuffed with a chopstick of fried tofu by Chen Xing and was obediently chewing it with a frown.

Chu Liuzheng had never dined at the same table as the emperor before, and compared to Lü Fei and Zhou Yuande, even his actions of picking up food were cautious and careful.

Wow, I'm actually one of those people who can dine at the same table as the emperor! If word got out, how many local officials would be green with envy?

She glanced cautiously at the person opposite her.

While in the palace, she had eaten several meals with King Hyo, and the atmosphere of those meals was relaxed and pleasant, completely different from now.

At least King Xiao's expressions were much richer than the one opposite him. He was also very talkative, and always had a smile on his face when he spoke, which made him seem particularly kind.

As for the person opposite him... Chu Liuzheng buried his head in his rice and decided not to mention him.

After the meal, some people stayed at the inn, while others accompanied Xiao Jingfan on a walk to digest their food.

Chu Liuzheng wrapped two pieces of sugar-coated cake in oil paper, intending to eat them when he got tired of walking.

She was thinking that nothing bad should happen during this shopping trip... but before she could finish the thought, an out-of-control carriage came hurtling straight toward them.