Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 331 It's Me, Not Him
Walking to Feng Qingchi's side, looking at the scattered wine jars lying all over the ground, Shi Qi frowned, her phoenix eyes, one black and the other ice blue, were a little bit unhappy, After watching Feng Qing for a long time, he said in a muffled voice, "Senior Sister, Lan Ze said that drinking is not good."

Feng Qing smiled with a "chi chi", and her hazy eyes became even more blurred. She shook the white jade wine glass filled with Yingze wine, "But, sometimes, wine is indeed a good thing!" The voice was low and pleasant, It's just that no emotion can be heard, only a silent coolness.

"It's not good for your health." Shi Qi insisted.

Feng Qingchi was still smiling slightly, the curve of the corners of his lips was very beautiful and glamorous, against which his delicate and fair face was even more bewildering, but the eyes covered by the broken hair on his forehead were too deep and cold , seemed to be suppressing extremely strong and heavy emotions, looked at the slightly rippling liquid in the cup, and almost murmured, "But, only in this way can the brain not be so clear!" Heart...it won't be so uncomfortable!

If it is said that the person she trusts the most in the world, there is no doubt that the first person who comes to her mind is Wei Tan.

They have known each other since childhood, no matter what it is, she has never concealed it from him, even she was the first to tell Wei Tan about the extremely secret matter of her first visit to Guishui. To someone she can trust so much.

It was a kind of trust engraved in her bones, so she never had any doubts about what Wei Tan did.

However, everything today seemed to have given her a slap in the face, causing everything she had been so certain to collapse.

How can she believe that that man in a snow suit, elegant and unremarkable, is lying to her, from his identity to what he has done for so many years! ?
The corners of the lips were slightly drawn, evoking an extremely mocking arc, in the eyes, besides the drunkenness, there was also a faint coldness, the kind that came from between the bones of the heart, where the phoenix eyes were extremely deep, and There are indescribable struggles and complications.

She wanted to ask Wei Tan, wanted to ask him everything, but she was afraid!
She was afraid of getting a clear answer from Wentan, afraid that the result would be something she was unwilling to accept, and also afraid that her friends for so many years would change beyond recognition in her heart!

He was even more afraid of her and Wei Tan, and there was no way to turn back from then on.

She seldom has anything to be afraid of, but now, this matter is so frightening that she doesn't want to face it.

Also... can't face it!
Withdrawing his gaze, Feng Qingchi filled the wine glass in front of him with wine, raised his head and drank it down.

Wine can relieve worries, can wine forget worries? !

How much would she have to drink to forget these things!
"Senior Sister, you've already drank so much, you can't drink any more." Shi Qi, who was sitting opposite Feng Qingchi, spoke again, her delicate face seemed dull all the time.

Feng Qingchi glanced at Shi Qi, chuckled out loud, couldn't tell whether it was envy or something else, and said slowly, "That's great!" Like Shi Qi, who doesn't remember anything and doesn't have to worry about anything, that's great.

Shi Qi was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Feng Qingchi with some puzzled expression, what's so good?
"Senior sister, are you unhappy?" Shi Qi moved her body and sat beside Feng Qingchi, her eyes were as clear as water without any impurities, especially the ice blue eyes, which were extremely pure, like It is the clear blue sky in summer, a piece of blue.

When asking Feng Qingchi, he lowered his voice a little bit, and asked quite carefully.

Feng Qing's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and his eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, became deeper.

The feeling that rises in my heart is beyond description of being unhappy.

It was so congested and dull that she couldn't breathe.

Pulling the corner of his lips, he whispered rather self-deprecatingly, "It would be great if a person could selectively remember some things!"

Seeing the indescribable sadness in Feng Qingchi's eyes, Shi Qi felt even more depressed, and after a long silence, he mustered up the courage to say, "Senior Sister, let me drink with you!"

Looking at the moon-white man in front of him, Feng Qingchi was stunned for a moment, and just about to refuse, the wine glass in his hand had been snatched away, and Shi Qi directly poured down the wine in the glass.

"Ahem..." Probably because he had never drank alcohol before, after drinking half of the glass, Shi Qi was choked by the pungentness of the wine and coughed violently a few times, his eyes were a little red.

"Master... Senior sister, it's so bad!" Looking at Feng Qingchi tearfully, Shi Qi's voice was still slightly hoarse from choking, and his brows were all wrinkled.

"Haha..." Looking at Shi Qi's appearance, Feng Qingchi smiled softly.

Looking at Feng Qingchi in front of him, Shi Qi was stunned, just staring at her like that, seemed a little absent-minded.

When I came back to my senses, I pursed my lips and asked, "Senior sister, why do you want to drink this wine when it's so spicy?" It was really awful.

Feng Qingchi didn't speak, but took a look at the sky with sober eyes. The snow that had fallen all afternoon had stopped now, and the cold wind blowing over the falling white on the ground was coming. It smelled of Qingxue, "Shiqi, it's late, go back and rest!"

Shi Qi blinked and looked at Feng Qingchi, "Senior Sister, aren't you going to sleep?" Looking at the sky, it was indeed very late now, if it was normal, he would have already fallen asleep by this time.

"You go first!" Feng Qingzhi's voice was already drunk, apart from the usual indifference, it sounded more soft and deep.

"Anyway, I can't sleep, I'll be here with senior sister!" Shi Qi said.

Feng Qingchi glanced at him, didn't say anything, but continued to drink while completely ignoring him.

Shi Qi just folded his hands on the table, resting his chin on his hands, staring at Feng Qingchi with his clear eyes.

At this time, Yanfu.

"The young master said, no one will be seen!" Mo Hen looked at the little girl in green in front of him, his voice was as indifferent and stiff as ever.

Hu Lan became a little anxious, and explained: "I have something very important to ask Prime Minister Yan, which is related to my young lady."

"I'm sorry, the young master said it, but no one will be seen!" Mo Hen still said the same thing.

Hu Lan stretched out her head to look at the dark-looking room, and frowned fiercely.What happened to Mr. Yan today?Usually as long as I hear something related to the young lady, I will let go of everything, but today, no one is there!
Could it be... Mr. Yan and the young lady quarreled? !
As soon as this idea came out, Hu Lan became more and more convinced that this was the case.

Miss came back today with a strange expression, Mr. Yan has been shutting the door and seeing no one, the two must have had a fight.

Hu Lan then thought of her and Cang Wu, who often quarreled and would fight coldly for days. Could it be that Miss and Young Master Yan were also fighting coldly? !

Thinking of this, Hu Lan's frown relaxed a bit, and she smiled at Mohen, "In this case, I'll go back." After speaking, he turned and left, just took two steps, and stopped again Glancing at Mohen, he smiled and said, "Go back and persuade your young master well, it's okay to quarrel, the lady has a very good temper, and he'll be fine if he coaxes you!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around directly, did not see the inexplicable expression on Mohen's face, and even left humming a little tune.

Small quarrels between lovers are actually good for deepening the relationship.

I really want to see what the future child of Miss and Young Master Yan will look like, it must be very beautiful!Hu Lan was a little out of tune but thought happily.

Mohen glanced at the courtyard behind him, sighed softly in his heart, his indifferent star eyes were a bit worried.

The young master locked himself in the room for almost a day, not seeing anyone, and not allowing anyone to enter, and specifically said that he would not see Miss Feng.

Could it be that the two of them really... quarreled as that little girl said? !
But, it's impossible, according to the young master's respect for Miss Feng, let alone quarreling, even bickering is impossible!My son is definitely what Miss Feng says, and he can do whatever he wants. How could he quarrel with Miss Feng who dotes on her to the point of obedience? !
In the dark room, there was no light, and even the two carved wooden windows were tightly closed. On the sandalwood chair in the far corner, there was a long, slender snow-blue figure with black hair hanging like a waterfall behind him, speaking Luo lowered his head, looking at the slightly yellowed, extremely old-looking brocade in his hand, exuding an aura of death and despair all over his body.

Sitting quietly like this, the room was dim, and the expression on Yan Luo's face could not be seen clearly at all, but he could feel the sadness and helplessness coming from him, permeating the whole room.

In his hand, he was tightly holding the yellowed brocade, his veins were exposed, his joints were white, and he was stern.

Moving clouds and stopping water.

With a "bang", a heavy object fell into the water, and a splash of water gradually rose.

Shi Qi woke up in an instant while sleeping on the table, with a pair of sleepy eyes, "Senior Sister!"

Feng Qingchi sat on the railing of the gazebo, with his back leaning against the vermilion pillar, his legs crossed and stretched out, when he heard Shi Qi's voice, he turned his head and glanced at him, "You're awake!" Three words, but it can be heard that Feng Qingchi is already terribly drunk.

"Senior sister, don't sit there, you'll fall down later!" There is a small lake under the railing, and it's easy for a senior sister who is so drunk to fall.

"No, I'm... formidable!" Looking at Shi Qi, he hiccupped while speaking.

Shi Qi approached slowly, just about to stretch out his hand to pull Feng Qingchi down, after all, sitting on it is very dangerous.

"You... don't come here." Pointing at the lake with one hand, looking at Shi Qi, he said drunkenly, "Otherwise I... hiccup, I'll... jump off!" A word was said intermittently.

Shi Qi really didn't dare to move, he could only freeze in place, staring at her motionlessly with clear eyes.

"Hey... I'm kidding you, I don't know how to jump!" While speaking, he shook his head a few times.

Shi Qi: "..." Even though he is only a few years old now, the expression on his face is somewhat helpless and complicated.

Stretching out his hand, the white jade wine glass in his hand drew a beautiful parabolic arc in the air, and then fell into the lake with a "bang", another burst of water splashed, but compared to just now, the waves of water splashed were weaker.

"Bang bang bang!" Several times, Feng Qingchi threw down all the wine jars one after another. Feng Qingchi gave up and jumped off the railing, but because he drank too much, the moment he landed a Unsteady, leaning forward straight.

Fortunately, Shi Qi had been staring at Feng Qingchi, so he caught her quickly with his eyes and hands, but Feng Qingchi just jumped off with too much force, and Shi Qi was directly crushed to the ground by her.

Shi Qi snorted and frowned tightly, "Senior Sister, are you... all right?" When he asked Feng Qingchi, Shi Qi's voice was a little low and aggrieved.

There were several empty wine jars in the gazebo, just now Shi Qi's back bumped into one of them, the pain made him teary.

"It's okay." Feng Qingchi's eyes were blurred, and he put his hands on Shi Qi's body, just about to get up, but because of the weakness in his legs, he fell down again, and his head just hit Shi Qi's chin.

"Senior Sister!" Shi Qi's voice became even more aggrieved, looking at Feng Qingchi with watery eyes.His jaw hurts too.

Supporting his upper body with his hands, Feng Qingchi looked at Shi Qi who was lying on the ground, shook his head, then frowned, and said with emotion, "Shi Qi, there are so many of you!"

"One, two, three... there are seven!" Feng Qingchi's voice was full of surprise.

"Shiqi, don't move around, I can't even see you clearly." Feng Qingchi spoke again.

After a lot of effort, Shi Qi helped Feng Qingchi sit on the stone bench, fastened the cloak she put aside for her again, and just wanted to call for someone to send Feng Qingchi away with him. Back to the room, only to find that there was no one in the entire Qingfeng Pavilion.

Frowning, and after hesitating for a while, he said to the drunk and unconscious Feng Qing: "Senior sister, I'll go and light up the lights in your room first, and then I'll send you back."

After finishing speaking, he trotted towards the room not far away, while running, he looked back at Feng Qingchi lying on the table worriedly.

At this time, it was almost midnight.

Shi Qi groped into the room, and not long after, a faint light came out from the window.

Walking out of the room, when he was about to walk to the gazebo, Shi Qi's body suddenly paused, and after being stunned for a moment, the color in those crystal-clear eyes suddenly became much darker, and at the same time, became much cooler.

It was obviously the same face as just now, but it seemed that the whole person was a lot more lonely and desolate, and the eyes were almost so pale that no emotion could be seen, and it was barren.

Slowly raising his eyes, he glanced at the sleeping woman in the gazebo, and in Shi Qi's eyes, a faint blue light flashed very quickly.

After a moment of silence, he sighed inaudibly, moved slowly, and walked towards the gazebo.

Sitting down beside Feng Qingchi, looking at her beautiful sleeping face, Shi Qi was stunned for a rare moment, a little lost in thought.

"Yanluo..." Feng Qingchi smacked his mouth, raving in a low voice.

Hearing these two words, Shi Qi raised her brows, pursed her thin lips slightly, and still looked at her quietly without speaking.

Stretching out his fair and slender hand, he slowly touched her face, caressed her delicate eyebrows and eyes, and finally landed on her lips.

His hands were cold, and so were her lips.

"Don't make trouble!" Feng Qingchi frowned, said two words lightly, and then changed to a more comfortable posture.

Shi Qi gave a low chuckle, although he was still cool, but it was not difficult to detect that there was already an indescribable softness.

Standing up, looking down at Feng Qing for a long time, she parted her thin lips, and said, "If only I were the one you could care about!" The voice was very soft and cool, and there was something indescribable loss and emotion.

He bent down, gently picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the room.

He took off the cloak for her, then took off her shoes and socks, and carefully placed her on the bed.

Seeing her tangle eyebrows, stretching out his hand to smooth them out, the icy blue eyes deepened a bit, and even that black eye had a flash of blue light, which was too fast to catch.

After tucking in the quilt, when he turned to leave, he suddenly felt his clothes being pulled by someone.

Shi Qi looked down, and saw a slender and well-proportioned hand protruding from the brocade quilt was pulling the hem of his clothes at this moment, his brows were raised in a rare way, and a look of helplessness flashed across his eyes.

Turning around, holding the other's wrist lightly, trying to let her loosen and put it back under the quilt, Feng Qingchi slightly increased the strength in his hand, "Yanluo, don't go!" murmured in a low voice .

Shi Qi's body froze slightly, he looked down at her for a long time, his already cold voice became a little colder, "I'm not him."　
(End of this chapter)