Zhu Cilang nodded: "Okay, I'll have a drink with you."

Wangcai opened the wine jar, and a strong aroma of wine came to his nose. Du Zhongren sniffed hard, and then said intoxicatedly: "Good wine, it's really good wine."

The two wine bowls were provided by one bowl. Although they washed several times, they were the beggar's begging for rice. Zhu Cilang, the dignified prince, had no intention of disdain. He poured a bowl for himself and Du Zhongren, and the wine was fragrant.

Du Zhongren, who was covered in wounds, held up the wine bowl with his left hand, touching the wound on his body, and couldn't help but grin in pain. However, he still brought the wine bowl to his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Du Zhongren was not in a hurry to drink, but closed his eyes and savored the red wine fragrance of his daughter. Or was recalling a past event.

Zhu Cixuan did not disturb him. Du Zhongren was different from what he imagined. He was not like a servant, but seemed to be more like a knight in the martial arts world. Even the secret guard Meng Fanchao on the side couldn't help but want to make friends with the other party.

Du Zhongren has a generous personality, and such a person is not a person in the pool after all. He is really talented as a servant in the Zhou royal palace.

Zhu Cilang picked up the wine glass. He was very interested in such a hero: "Come on, have a drink!"

Du Zhongren opened his eyes, but there was a trace of light missing in his eyes. What he opened his eyes was Zhu Cilang, and he seemed to have a little disappointment in his eyes. He did not speak, but opened his mouth and gulped, drinking a bowl of wine.

The Ming Dynasty had already had distillation and brewing techniques, and the brewed wine at this time had already had high levels of white wine. After a bowl of wine, Du Zhongren's eyes became dimmer and dimmed.

He seemed very sad, the kind of sadness that penetrated his bones. Zhu Cilang had seen all kinds of despair, but had never seen such despair.

"You want to die." Zhu Cixuan said suddenly.

Du Zhongren was stunned. He looked at Zhu Cilang in shock. He didn't quite understand why the prince could see through him.

If he was not the prince, such a confidant, Du Zhongren would definitely not return without getting drunk, and then chopped the chicken head and burned yellow paper, and became a friend of the other party for eight times.

But the other party's identity was too noble, and Du Zhongren was just a fool, just staring at him in a daze.

Zhu Cilang then said, "This daughter is red, it reminds you of the person you shouldn't think of."

Tears flashed in the corner of Du Zhongren's eyes. He put down the wine bowl and asked with a dim look: "Your Highness, what's the matter with you looking for a villain?"

Zhu Cixuan did not answer, but poured him a bowl of wine: "Drink it."

Looking at the bowl of wine in front of him, Du Zhongren fell into deep thought. Zhu Cilang continued, "I'll tell you after drinking it."

Du Zhongren didn't say anything, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all again.

For an injured person, especially a serious injury, drinking is a taboo. Zhu Cilang kept asking him to drink, while Du Zhongren refused everyone.

After he finished drinking the bowl of wine, Zhu Cilang really said, "Don't you want to ask me what I am looking for you? Well, I will tell you. I am looking for you and want to give you hope."

Du Zhongren raised his head in surprise and looked at him in confusion: "Hope?"
Chapter completed!