Dayu Execution Officer, begins to torture the demon girl's fiancee

Chapter 32
"Come!"

Zhao made a big mistake and sat on the height of the painting boat, proudly picked up the wine glass and greeted the two colleagues beside him, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"I'll do it first."

At the beginning, he couldn't get excited, but after thinking about it, he even invited people to drink, isn't it annoying to look like he lacks interest?
The good-natured little father-in-law quickly adjusted his state, and it happened that the dancers on the stage were wearing cooler clothes one after another. He was not an eunuch, how could he not be interested at all?
So the emotions were naturally mobilized.

"Young master is proud!"

Zhang Yintang watched as he drank all the transparent wine in the glass in one breath, applauded cooperatively and said hello, and then picked up the wine glass and drank heavily.

"Drunk together!"

Wu Zhiyi, who was a little drunk, followed closely behind.

"I've heard for a long time that Miss Huangyan, who has dropped out of brocade painting boats, has a moving posture. I saw her reputation today! A certain future wife must find a woman who can sing and dance, is virtuous, virtuous and charming!"

Zhang Yintang shook his head and said.

"Brother Zhang, why does he only drink alcohol and not eat food?"

Zhao Cuo thoughtfully put a peanut in his bowl, then picked up the jug and filled each cup, shouting:
"Go one by one and go one by one."

The little father-in-law didn't deliberately exercise his skills to curb the alcohol, and he was a little dizzy after drinking several glasses of white wine, which made him unconsciously more presumptuous.

"Why don't you move?"

After Zhao Cuo had another drink, he found that Zhang and Wu were sitting in place, motionless like puppets.

"What does it mean to look like a ghost?"

The little father-in-law looked at the two in puzzlement, the corners of Zhang Yintang's mouth twitched, and Wu Zhiyi's eyelids trembled wildly.Today's Young Master Zhao has been paralyzed by alcohol so that his thinking is sluggish, and he didn't react all at once.

"Eh?"

Just when he was puzzled, the music in the lobby also stopped, and the dancers on the stage had withdrawn at some point.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Cuo muttered something, stretched a little tiredly, and yawned:

"Continue to play music, continue to dance... Hiss!"

He suddenly exclaimed, and turned his head to his left ear, which was pinched by a gentle little hand, and his dizzy thoughts suddenly came to him.

'No way……'

Grandpa Zhao's eyes were wide open, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he twisted his stiff neck like a robot and looked to the side.

What appeared in his eyes was a beautiful woman in a moon-white Confucian shirt.

Her pure and soft little face was expressionless at this moment.

"sister?"

Zhao Cuo forced a smile.

"go home!"

Zhao Shangxin suppressed the anger in his heart, grabbed his ear and walked out of the painting boat.She really felt that she was going to be pissed off, so she promoted a wave of younger brothers in Xiang Jing's circle of ladies, and turned around, this bad guy was caught drinking flower wine.

"The shopkeeper! The account is in my name... it hurts!"

Young Master Zhao only had time to leave such a sentence, and then he was dragged out of the boat by his elder sister in full view of everyone.

"What are you talking about!"

Zhang Yintang, who had been froze all this time, suddenly held back a smile and waved his hands, imitating Zhao Cuo's tone, and said aggressively:

"My young master says nothing in the house, how can she, a woman, point fingers? Huh?"

"Kukuku!"

Wu Zhiyi smiled unkindly.

……

"I said sister."

Sitting on the carriage back home, Zhao Cuo looked at the front of him and turned his head away, unwilling to pay attention to his appreciation, and suddenly stretched out his hand and took her slender white hand like jade.

Zhao Shangxin, who had been silent all this time, snorted coldly, but he didn't withdraw his hand, so he still didn't speak.

Although Mr. Zhao felt that he was right, it was obviously better not to talk about with his sister about whether the brocade painting boat was not a brothel or something. Changing the topic was the correct way.

"Sister Xiangxin, is your poetry meeting today also held on Yueba Lake?"

he asked with a smile.

"Um……"

Zhao Shangxin responded, and lowered his head again.After calming down now, she actually regretted it a bit.

'It's not a child's fault anymore, I just didn't give him any face in public, so he should already be blaming me in his heart, right? '

If you know a mistake, correct it is the principle Miss Xiangxin has always adhered to. If you can't be upright and correct, you are not qualified to educate your younger brother.

"Wrong."

Zhao Shangxin's tone softened, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Cuo with stern but gentle eyes, and said earnestly:
"My sister shouldn't have taught you in front of so many people just now. You are a man, so you can save face. This is my sister's fault."

"Ok?"

Zhao Cuo was stunned for a moment, and looked at the elder sister unexpectedly, and the discomfort in his heart disappeared.

With lofty ideals, he doesn't care what outsiders think of him, but it would be a lie to say that he doesn't care about what happened just now. If he didn't know how much this sister loves him, he would have turned his back on him long ago.

Now it seems that Tong Yang's sister-in-law is worthy of his humility.

"First of all, my sister apologizes to you..."

Having said that, Zhao Shangxin's eyes became serious again, and he pinched his cheek reproachfully.

"But you are also wrong. My sister just said yesterday that you are not allowed to go to the brothel. How long have you forgotten? Although the Brocade Painting Boat calls itself a tavern, don't you know what it does in private? "

"I just went to have a meal with my colleagues..."

Zhao Cuo retorted weakly.

"And then got drunk?"

Miss Xinxin rolled her eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, she sighed and shook her head.

"Forget it, an older sister like you can't control you too much. When I get home, I will cook you a bowl of hangover soup and you will drink it obediently, so I won't talk about you."

"Ah."

Zhao Cuo nodded in relief.

"But if you really dare to have sex with prostitutes, I can't spare you!"

Zhao Shangxin stared at him fiercely and said.

"Know it."

"One more thing is..."

Miss Zhao paused for a moment and then said.

"By the way, my sister went to your room to see the poem on your desk in the morning. You know that my sister can't compose poetry, so I took the inspirational poem you wrote to the poetry club to save my face. It's okay, right?"

"Poetry? Oh oh! It's okay."

Zhao Cuo said indifferently, he knew that the poems in his mind were a huge wealth in this world, but Mr. Zhao didn't need to use it to make a fortune.

After returning to the mansion, he drank the love rescue soup under the supervision of his sister, and then he was allowed to go back to the dormitory to rest.

Xiumu didn't have to go to the office tomorrow, but he didn't want to be lazy, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated all night as usual.

……

"Is this the poem that Zhao wrote by mistake?"

In the Eastern Palace of the Imperial City, the Empress Dowager Zhao, who had just bathed, wore long dark red hair like flames, squinting her eyes and looking at the paper in her hand with interest.

"Speaking of which, there is also the matter of drinking the blue boat..."

She turned her head to look at Feiwu, the maid of honor who was waiting on the side, her majestic phoenix eyes glowing with light golden luster revealed a smile that was not a smile, and her red lips parted lightly and said in a high and unquestionable tone:
"Call him into the palace tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)