Sui Yong took his life to drink this wine, and even Mi Xiaoyin, who occasionally drank a small glass, kept holding the wine glass and chatting with Zhao Chang'an and Wen Ye.

Sui Yong brought a box of 53-degree 500ml Moutai in six bottles. He couldn't beat the alcohol in the second half. Mi Xiaoyin, who had already vomited once, slept on the table and fell asleep. At the last bottle, Sui Yong forced himself to drink a small cup of 10,000 and 20 in one breath, and then sat down staggeringly, tilting on the chair and being drunk so much that he couldn't move.

Zhao Changan was 1.8 meters tall, while Wen Ye was almost 1.85 meters tall, Sui Yong was less than 1.8 meters tall, and he was 1.70 to 80 kilograms, but Mi Xiaoyin was petite and pretty about 1.668 to 90 kilograms.

So of course, the more tiring work fell on Wen Ye, and he left the lakeside hotel with Sui Yong on his back as if nothing had happened, and went to the Mid-mountain Hotel, about 300 meters away from the hotel.

Zhao Changan had no choice but to carry the pretty Mi Xiaoyin and Wen Ye side by side.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, the lake was swaying against the shore, the lake was reflected in the galaxy, and the street lights on the bamboo forest path in the upper half of the mountain were quiet and the forest was quiet.

Before we knew it, it was the end of October of the Gregorian calendar. Autumn was coming, and the lake breeze was blowing with the mountain breeze, with a hint of coolness.

Zhao Changan and Wen Ye, who were a little dizzy, felt that their brains were particularly clear.

"Why did you think of taking on this? Isn't this your style?"

Mi Xiaoyin lay softly on Zhao Changan, sleeping soundly. Zhao Changan felt her heartbeat rhythmically through her back, and knew that she was trapped in a deep sleep.

With the same truth, if Wen Ye, who was carrying Sui Yong, felt that Sui Yong was still in the chaos of half-sleeping, his words would definitely cause changes in his heartbeat rhythm, and Wen Ye would not be unable to sense it.

Silence means that Sui Yong did not actually sleep to death.

Speaking means that Sui Yong is really drunk.

"This woman can give birth to a son for you."

"Damn it! Be serious."

"There is nothing serious or unreasonable. The reason is that I think it is OK. Are you satisfied with this reason?"

"I'm satisfied with a bird!"

After entering the hotel, I went up to the sixth floor. The room on this floor was specially designed by Zhao Changan. The room he and Chu Yourong opened was also on this floor.

Zhao Changan opened the standard room he had opened before, and walked into the room with Mi Xiaoyin on his back, while Wen Ye carried Sui Yong on his back to a larger standard room that Zhao Changan had opened only at night.

Zhao Changan walked into the room with Mi Xiaoyin on his back. The curtains opened shone in the quiet moonlight. Seeing that the room was clear, there was no light on. He put the soft Mi Xiaoyin carefully on the bed, with his little head resting on the cup and pillow.

Seeing that Mi Xiaoyin was still sleeping soundly, Zhao Changan called Chu Yourong with his cell phone.

"Hello?"

The phone rang several times before Chu Yourong answered the phone in a daze.

"I have a little sister-in-law here. I'm drunk. Come and accompany you at night. Her husband is also drunk. She goes to the newly opened room to sleep at night. It's not safe to put two drunk people in one room at night. The waiters in these hotels have spare keys in their hands."

"Why, your little sister-in-law is so pretty that she can make the waiter take such a risk?"

"That's not what it means, you can take care of it at night."

"Well, wait a moment."

Zhao Changan put down the phone and waited for a while. Chu Yourong pushed the door and came in: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

"Aren't you asleep?"

Seeing Chu Yourong wearing pajamas, long hair drooping her shoulders, and her little face in the moonlight was so white that it was so white that it was so drunk that she couldn't help but touch Chu Yourong's tender pretty face.

"Want to get beaten?"

Gu Wei

Chu Yourong glared at Zhao Changan, walked to the bed, "How much wine do you drink? A woman also feeds her like this?"

"It's not that we're feeding her, it's that she and his husband jointly feed us. Hehe, but they're not getting the same as the one who's infuriated her."

Zhao Changan took off Mi Xiaoyin's shoes in the dark: "It's a man. If you ask her shoes and socks tomorrow morning, you said you took them off."

"She shouldn't be so bored. OK. I'll take off her socks, pants and jackets. You go and rest. I'm not that delicate, and I don't even want to take off her women's socks."

"I've taken it off, then I'll go to rest."

"Hmph, so active?"

Chu Yourong sneered.

Zhao Changan returned to the room he opened at night, and Wen Ye had already done Sui Yong: "Go to bed early, I will teach you tomorrow, and use needles the day after tomorrow."

"Prince, this is not a joke. Have you ever heard of it as soon as you learn it and do it?"

Zhao Changan was a little worried about being unconfident.

"After this matter is over, I will give you my box of ancient books. In fact, there are not many unique and valuable things in it. There are many comments from my ancestors, several generations of comments on my ancestors, and several experiences of every generation of my family's medical practice, especially my grandfather's one. You can read it in detail. If you don't take this step, either you will never take this step, or you don't know when you will take this step. It's better to be early rather than late."

Wen Ye said this and went to bed: "You go and wash, I'll go to bed first."

"But I still have no idea, if—"

"No, you can do it one hundred percent."

"So sure?"

“This is nonsense.”

——

Yangmu, bamboo sea.

Sui Yong chose a very quiet mountain garden courtyard, with the towers and sings and pavilions inside, all of which are old buildings in the Ming and Qing dynasties. A century-old ginkgo tree outside the window of Huanghualihua is covered with golden fan-shaped leaves. It was blown by the autumn wind and slowly fell under the golden autumn sun.

"Girl sit, listen, listen carefully to the maid's name. The girl has a pair of good feet, what flowers are (all)?

——Its name is the water chestnut flower. (Everyone) has received good rewards!

The girl meditated in the Baihua Pavilion, and the little maid's name rose.

Three Jinshis went to the imperial examination field, what kind of flowers (all whites)?

——The top three candidates and the second three Tanhua.—— (Everyone) did a good job of rewarding!——”

In front of the flower window is a lotus pond, and the lotus leaves are gradually falling into autumn. In the opposite side of the lotus pond, a Huangmei opera troupe invited by Mi Xiaoyin is singing "Hundred Flowers Pavilion". In order to please the two young people in front of him, Mi Xiaoyin also tried her best and went up to play the role of a lady. Zhao Changan also knew why Sui Yong was so precious to him as his wife.

In the room, Zhao Changan was practicing acupuncture under Wen Ye's guidance.

It is to steadily insert a silver needle into thin shells according to the lower part of the needle tip that Wen Ye wrapped with thin thread in advance, and then steadily insert a thin thread of vitality.

Then the silver needle trembled in the windless air. Either the quail shell was trembling and exploded, or the egg liquid inside was rolling violently. When the silver needle trembled, Wen Ye knocked on the quail eggs, and the egg white and egg yolk inside had excellently mixed together.

"It failed again, I don't think it's possible, why don't you give it a try?"

When Zhao Changan saw that the silver needle stopped trembling, Wen Ye knocked on the quail egg, and the mixture inside was evenly mixed, and couldn't help but sigh.
Chapter completed!