20 years of restarting life

Chapter 1088 Drunkenness
Sui Yong took his life to drink this wine, and even Mi Xiaoyin, who usually drank a small glass occasionally, kept raising his glass to touch wine with Zhao Changan and Wen Ye.

What Sui Yong brought was a box of six bottles of 53% 500ml Moutai. After drinking until the second half, Mi Xiaoyin, who had already vomited once, lay down on the table and fell asleep. When it was time for the last bottle, Sui Yong just let out a sigh of relief. After drinking one or two halves of a small cup, he also wobbled down and sat down on the chair, so drunk that he couldn't move.

Zhao Changan is 1.8 meters tall, while Wen Ye is almost 1.8 meters five, Sui Yong is also less than 1.8 meters tall, and he has a burly waist, weighing 1.6 to [-] pounds, but Mi Xiaoyin is petite and delicate [-] meters six, about eighty or ninety catties.

So of course the more tiring work fell on the taller and stronger-looking Wen Ye, who directly carried Sui Yong on his back, supported his thighs with both hands, and left the lakeside hotel as lightly as nothing. There is Banshan Hotel 300 meters away.

And Zhao Changan had no choice but to carry the delicate Mi Xiaoyin on his back, holding her thigh with both hands and walking side by side with Wen Ye.

At this time, it was already one o'clock in the morning, the lake was lapping on the shore, the lake reflected the stars, the street lights above the bamboo forest path of the Upper Mid-Levels Hotel were faint, and the mountains and forests were silent.

Before you know it, it is the end of October in the Gregorian calendar, the mountains and rivers are entering autumn, and the lake breeze is blowing along with the mountain breeze, bringing a bit of coolness.

Zhao Changan and Wen Ye, who were a little dizzy from drinking, felt that their brains were exceptionally clear at this moment.

"How do you think of taking this matter? Isn't this your style?"

Mi Xiaoyin lay softly on Zhao Changan's body, with her small face pressed against his back, her saliva dripping on her clothes, and she slept soundly.

Zhao Changan felt her heartbeat was very rhythmic through the back, and knew that she had fallen into a deep sleep.

And I don't know what kind of dream this was, I was drooling greedily, didn't I eat much food at night?
In the same way, if Wen Ye, who is carrying Sui Yong on his back, perceives that Sui Yong is still half asleep and half awake, his words will definitely cause a change in his heartbeat rhythm, and it is impossible for Wen Ye not to perceive it.

Silence means that Sui Yong didn't actually sleep to death.

Just speaking, it means that Sui Yong is really drunk.

"This woman can bear you a son."

Wen Ye spoke.

"Damn! Be serious."

"There's nothing serious or not. The reason is that I think it's okay. Are you satisfied with this reason?"

"I am satisfied with a bird!"

After entering the hotel, he went up to the sixth floor. This floor was specially requested by Zhao Changan at night, and the room he and Chu Yourong had was also on this floor.

Zhao Changan opened the standard room next to Chu Yourong that he had opened before, and entered the room with Mi Xiaoyin on his back, while Wen Ye went to another larger standard room with Sui Yong on his back.

Zhao Changan entered the room with Mi Xiaoyin on his back, and the opened curtains shone in the quiet moonlight. Seeing that the room was still clear, he didn't turn on the lights, so as not to startle Mi Xiaoyin.

He carefully placed the soft Mi Xiaoyin on the bed, with the cup and pillow on his little head.

Seeing that Mi Xiaoyin was still sleeping soundly, Zhao Changan took his mobile phone and called Chu Yourong.

"Hey?"

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

"I have a little sister-in-law here who is drunk. Come and accompany her at night. Her husband is also drunk and sleeps in my newly opened room at night. It is not safe to put two drunks in one room at night. The waiters in these hotels have spare keys in hand."

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

"It doesn't mean that, but you can take care of it at night."

"Well, wait a minute."

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

"Didn't you fall asleep?"

Seeing that Chu Yourong was wearing pajamas, with long hair hanging down her shoulders, and her small face was so delicately white in the moonlight, when she got drunk, she couldn't help touching Chu Yourong's tender and pretty face.

"Want to be beaten?"

Chu Yourong glared at Zhao Changan, and walked to the bed: "How much wine do you drink, and a woman pours her that much?"

"It's not us feeding her, it's her and her husband jointly feeding us, hehe, it turned out that we were fed instead of being fed."

Zhao Changan took off Mi Xiaoyin's shoes in the dark: "There is a man. If you ask her about her shoes and socks tomorrow morning, you will say that you took them off."

"She shouldn't be so boring, that's all right, I'll take off her socks and trousers and jacket, you go and rest. I'm not that delicate, and I don't even want to take off women's socks."

"It's already taken off, so I'm going to rest."

"Hmph, so positive?"

Chu Yourong sneered.

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

"Prince, this is not just for fun. Haven't you heard that once you learn it, you can do it as soon as you do it?"

Zhao Changan was a little unconfident and worried.

"After this matter is over, I will also give you that box of ancient books. In fact, there are not many unique and valuable things in it. Prescriptions for thousands of gold, outlines of the golden chamber, compendium of Materia Medica, pulse meridians, etc., in the book are my You can read the annotations of several generations of ancestors, and a few books about the experience of practicing medicine in each generation of my family, especially the one of my grandfather. If you don’t take this step, either you will never make it, or you don’t know where it is. You will take this step in the next year, sooner rather than later."

After Wen Ye said this, he went to bed and said, "Go wash up, I'll go to bed first."

"But I still don't have a score in my heart, what if—"

"There is no chance, you can do it one hundred percent."

"So sure?"

"This is nonsense."

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Yangmu, Bamboo Sea.

What Sui Yong chose was a small courtyard in a very quiet mountain garden. The buildings, pavilions and pavilions inside are all old buildings of Ming and Qing Dynasties. A century-old ginkgo tree outside the window of Huanghualihua has been covered with golden fan-shaped leaves, blown by the autumn wind. Blowing through, slowly falling under the golden autumn sun.

"Sit down, girl, listen, listen carefully to the maid's name of flower. The girl has a pair of pretty little feet, what flower (all)?"

——Its name is water chestnut flower. (All) Well done!
The girl meditates in the Baihua Pavilion, and the little maid's name goes up.

Three Jinshi leave the examination room,—(all white) What kind of flowers?

——The No. [-] No. [-] pick. ——(All) Well done! -"

In front of the flower window is a lotus pond, the pond full of lotus leaves is beginning to fall into the bleakness of autumn. In the song pavilion opposite the lotus pond, a troupe of Huangmei opera invited by Mi Xiaoyin is singing "Hundred Flower Pavilion". As a young man, Mi Xiaoyin also worked hard, and went up to pretend to be a young lady.With that babbling voice and flirtatious figure, Zhao Changan understood why Sui Yong cherished his daughter-in-law so much.

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

It is to insert a silver needle into the thin-shelled quail eggs steadily, accurately and quickly according to the lower part of the needle tip that Wen Ye wrapped with a thin thread in advance, and then inject a thin wisp of vitality.

Immediately afterwards, the silver needles trembled and trembled in the windless air. Either the quail shell was burst by the tremor, or the egg liquid inside was tumbling violently. The egg whites and yolks are well blended together.

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

Zhao Changan couldn't help sighing when he saw that after the silver needle stopped trembling, Wen Ye cracked open the quail egg, and the inside was evenly mixed again.

Is this really too difficult?
(End of this chapter)