"Sir, can I help you? I know there is a hospital nearby. I think this girl seems to drink too much. There is one next to our pub. "

"No! What clinic?! Do you think I'm sick! "

Before he had finished, Feng Feiyu listened to her in a dazed ear, as if he had touched some minefield of her. when his hand could not break free, he opened the wheat and cursed others, a group of fierce people.

Running the hall looked confused and felt as if he had offended an ancestor.

Dongfang Xianqing had no choice but to apologize: "it doesn't matter. I'll just find an inn. Thank you."

The runner smiled awkwardly: "mm-hmm, it doesn't matter.". Ha ha. Take care, then. "

The East nodded and dragged Feng Fei Yu to quicken his pace.

Chapter 15 Night chat

Dongfang Ying Qing couldn't figure out how to drink, but she still had to drink, and then she got so drunk that she couldn't afford to fall to the ground, and even if she was deceived, she probably had to count the money happily. How did this girl grow up so big?!

Then he didn't figure it out until he entered the inn, asked for a room, and dragged people into bed.

Fortunately, Fengfei Yu wine is OK, not noisy, but also very good.

He sat by the bed and looked at the man who was a little pale. He didn't know if she had dreamed or was half awake, muttering something in her mouth, and his little expression was so aggrieved and pitiful that even the tear mole in the corner of her eye was dim.

He could not figure out what could have forced her, a girl who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, to be so sad, though she did not cry, she frowned.

He stretched out his hand and gently caressed her frowned brow.

"Why are you so sad?"

He asked this sentence several times today at the dinner table, but it was all passed carelessly by her, and up to now he has not guessed a reason from her performance, so that he is now a little scratching the liver, crying and laughing.

He wasn't going to open another room tonight, but he had to look at the drunkard all night. He leaned against the end of the bed and closed his eyes slightly.

In this way, in the latter part of the night, Feng Feiyu woke up confused and wanted to drink water. as soon as he pulled the quilt, he heard the sound of a rustling next to him, followed by a man's voice: "awake?" But do you want some water? "

When she heard a thrill, she seemed to wobble in the dark, and the Oriental Emperor saw a fire coming from the head of the bed.

He was so frightened that he quickly avoided the teapot, took the teapot on the table, lifted the lid and poured it in the direction of the fire!

Feng Feiyu instantly saw the man's handsome side face through a small cluster of flame, relaxed his taut nerves and rubbed his head hard.

She said angrily to the East, "Why are you sitting by my bed?"

Dongfang Luoqing had just extinguished the flame that had not yet made a big mistake, and she made some of them furious with the fire regiment, and began to say, "there is still half of my place in your bed." What do you mean by your bedside? "

Feng Feiyu was stupefied and looked at his handsome face flushed with anger in the faint moonlight. He swallowed saliva inexplicably and didn't say the last word.

For some reason, this stupid scholar. It's kind of pretty.

The good-looking of Dongfang Luoqing is only handsome, and he is extremely handsome, unlike the Baizi paintings as desolate as snow and Gaoling flowers. Dressed as a scholar and occasionally smiling, he is very amiable, raising his eyebrows and hanging his eyes. He is like an unforgettable neighbor at the age of three thousand, who wrote poems at the age of three, won the imperial examination at the age of five, and won the imperial examination at the age of six, and won the number one prize in his teens. He was like the kind of 'other family's child' who wrote poems at the age of three, won the imperial examination at the age of five, and won the top prize when he was a teenager.

Feng Feiyu does not like Baizi painting, one of the reasons is that she first saw the clear and turbid Childe like the Oriental Chun Qing, and then went to see the Gaoling flowers across the sea. She only thought it was pretentious and fake.

Dong Fang Qing himself was stupefied for a moment after he had said those words, but it was only a matter of breath. immediately he regained his mind and turned to light the lamp in the room.

After such a scene, Feng Fei felt dizzy and sobered up a lot, and the light came on in the room, and she clearly saw that the fire she had thrown in the past was not a very lethal fire and had burnt a hole in the curtain of the bed.

It's a little miserable.

She scratched her cheek with her index finger awkwardly: "that. I'm sorry. " I don't know whether to apologize to the East or to the bed mantle.

"I don't know who you apologized to." Dongfang Yuqing did not hide it, but also found out her temper and teased her while putting away the teapot in her hand. Then he said to her, "I'll get a pot of new tea, and you sit still."

Without giving Feng Feiyu any room to say, he opened the door and went downstairs with the teapot.

Feng Feiyu still sat upright at the head of the bed, looked a little embarrassed just now, and watched him go out.

In the middle of the night, lonely men and women are in the same room.

She wiped her cheek, touched her hair vainly, and thought, 'only this stupid scholar is like wood, and there is no fantasy at all?' Then he rolled his eyes and smiled again.

Probably did not sober up, the brain is still confused, thinking about other things at sixes and sevens.

While Feng Feiyu was still thinking about it, Dongfang Ying Qing had come back with freshly brewed tea in his hand. First, he went to the table and got a cup of tea.

"come on, drink it quickly. It can relieve the alcohol."

Feng Feiyu looked at the strong tea he handed over, like a soup juice, frowning thickly.

"can I say no?" She asked, frowning.

Dongfang Yuqing shook her head firmly: "No, drink it quickly, it won't be bitter."

Feng Feiyu raised his glass skeptically and approached his lips and raised his head and took a big sip.

"." The strong aroma of tea on the entrance and the bitter taste that exploded in the taste buds are not much different from the last sober soup.

She refused to drink any more and handed over the remaining 1/3 teacups: "No more!" You lied to me, it's so bitter! "