Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

Chapter 249 Drunk

When Cheng Yan returned to Chunxie Courtyard, the courtyard was quiet, and the light from the lanterns under the eaves swayed slightly in the night breeze.

He stepped into the main hall, turned around and went into the bedroom, where he saw Qin Yi sitting on the couch by the window. On the table in front of her were writing brushes, ink, and a booklet. At that moment, she was holding a brush and writing in the booklet.

The candles on the lampstand in the room burned quietly, casting a soft and clear light through the white lampshade painted with spring orchids, which reflected on her face, making her appear extremely gentle and serene.

It is like the lonely bright moon in the sky, or like the epiphyllum blooming at night.

Cheng Yan stepped forward, sat down behind her, and hugged her.

Qin Yizhen was startled. She turned around and saw it was him. She reached out and slapped his hand hard: "You came back without making a sound. You just scared me."

"It's my fault." Cheng Yan buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, yet unwilling to let go. "My wife, you smell so good."

Qin Yizhen's face flushed slightly, and she reached out to push him away, saying, "Go take a shower."

"I'm not going." He dawdled and refused to move.

It seems he really is drunk.

Qin Yizhen turned her head and reached out to cup his face. His face had sharp features, just as strong as his arms.

"drunk?"

"No."

It's probably because drunk people are unwilling to admit they're drunk, and feel that they're not drunk at all, even more sober than ever before.

Qin Yizhen asked him with a smile, "How much did you drink?"

Cheng Yan paused for a moment, then frowned slightly, as if trying to recall exactly how much he had drunk. He couldn't really count it, and mumbled, "Quite a lot."

Qin Yizhen couldn't help but laugh, reached out and patted his face, asking, "Did you drink the hangover soup?"

"I drank it." He didn't care at all that she was patting his face like that. His bright eyes looked at her quietly, as if they were reflecting the most brilliant star in the world.

Qin Yizhen raised an eyebrow: "You like me?"

"like."

Why do you like it?

"Because it's you."

Perhaps it is the nature of emotions in this world that come with or without reason. They seem to appear suddenly, or as if the seeds of a past event were sown long ago, and then, at the right moment, they blossom and bear fruit.

It's like the saying, "It takes ten years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and a hundred years to share a pillow in sleep."

It seems like we've met by chance, but little do we know that we've been cultivating ourselves for this for many years, and now we've finally met by fate.

"My wife, are you happy with this answer?" He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently in his palm.

Qin Yizhen blinked and tilted her head to look at him: "Weren't you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk."

"Okay, okay, you're not drunk." Qin Yizhen was too lazy to argue with him anymore. She pushed him and said, "If you're not drunk, then go wash yourself. You stink."

"Then I'm drunk."

Qin Yizhen: "......"

Is he just trying to renege on his promise?

Qin Yizhen pushed him: "Go away, stop dawdling. You're going to have to wash anyway. If you don't wash, you'll smell like alcohol. You can sleep on this bed tonight."

She found the smell disgusting; if he didn't take a shower, he wouldn't be able to sleep in the bed.

Qin Yizhen ignored him, put on her shoes and walked outside. She called a maid to bring hot water to the bathroom. When the water arrived, she pushed him to the bathroom and sat down to watch him wash.

Cheng Yan stared at her for a while, and under her gaze, he became somewhat hesitant and reluctant to take off his clothes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Qin Yi asked, puzzled.

"You're just going to stand here and watch?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you'll get drunk and drown yourself." If I weren't worried about him, who would want to watch him take a bath here? "Hurry up and take a bath, it's so late, I'm sleepy."

After saying that, she was still a little confused. Normally, this person was so thick-skinned that he would even take off his clothes to sleep, but now that he was drunk, he was acting all coy.

amazing.

Cheng Yan had no choice but to bite the bullet and take off his clothes to bathe with his back to her.

He must have been in a really good mood today, because he had drunk quite a bit. Although he was still conscious, his behavior was a bit childish and ridiculous. After washing for a while, he asked her to help him scrub his back: "Scrub me."

Qin Yizhen wondered if she had misheard: "Help you rub? Why don't you rub me?"

"Then you come down."

"..."

Qin Yizhen blushed, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed: "Are you going to wash or not? Can you hurry up! If you keep making a fuss, I'm not going to take care of you anymore."

Under Qin Yizhen's threat, Cheng Yan finally gave in. He washed and scrubbed himself haphazardly, then got up, put on the nightgown that was placed to the side, and pulled his wife back to their room.

Qin Yizhen disliked his smelly head, so she asked someone to bring two basins of water, made him lie down, washed his head, wrung it out and let it dry, before yawning and taking him to bed.

This whole ordeal took until past midnight.

He was very obedient at this moment, doing whatever he was told, and he actually closed his eyes and went to sleep when told to.

"Silly and silly." Qin Yizhen reached out and tapped his chin, plucked a newly sprouted green beard, and looked at it with some disgust. In the end, she rolled into his arms again, found a comfortable position in his arms, and closed her eyes to sleep.

They slept soundly until dawn, when Granny Jin knocked on the door, saying that it was time for Cheng Yan to get up and go to the yamen, which woke them both up.

After Cheng Yan got up, she sat quietly in front of the dressing table, seemingly still a little dazed.

"Stop standing there, hurry up and shave. Do you think you're still drunk?"

Cheng Yan sighed deeply, feeling that his towering image in her heart had vanished, and now she even dared to yell at him.

He felt a pang of grievance, but he had no choice but to accept his fate. He took a razor and shaved off his newly grown beard. Looking at his cold, handsome face in the bronze mirror, he felt as if he had returned to his former self.

"Let's go, my wife, let's go have breakfast."

Qin Yizhen simply changed into a light blue cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) for home wear, and without combing her hair, she washed up and had breakfast with him. After he left, she went back to take a nap.

But as he was about to leave, he couldn't help but remind him, "Don't drink too much today."

She could find it amusing when he got drunk occasionally, thinking his drunken state was quite entertaining, but she would never take care of him every day.

"Okay, I understand." Cheng Yan nodded seriously, then strode away calmly.

Qin Yizhen watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but chuckle. Cheng Yan, who had just reached the door, paused, then walked even faster and disappeared in a moment.

Seeing him leave, Qin Yizhen couldn't help but laugh even louder.

Seeing her laughing so much, Granny Jin couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is the princess laughing at?"

"I wasn't laughing at anything, hahaha, just that someone was drunk and acting like a fool, hahaha..."