The carriage stopped in front of the gate, and the two got out of the carriage, carrying large and small bags of things and walking towards the mansion.

When he returned to the main courtyard, he bumped into Zhu Lie. When he saw this scene, his eyes widened and he came forward as if he was surprised: "What are you doing, Princess, Princess?"

Before Ye Yunting could answer, Li Fengqi frowned and said, "Can't you recognize the Double Ninth Cake and the wine?"

"You can recognize it." Zhu Lie scratched his head and asked strangely: "Why do you need the prince and princess to buy it in person?" Aren't the servants in the palace ready?

Besides, the prince is not the kind of person who goes to the streets to buy these gadgets, right?

Li Fengqi looked at him with pity: "If you could figure this out, you wouldn't have been unable to get married until now."

After saying that, he motioned to Ye Yunting to bypass him and go back to his courtyard.

Zhu Lie:???

Why are you so angry again when everything is going well?

However, Li Fengqi was too lazy to pay attention to him and went back to the house with Ye Yunting.

The two of them came back late and it was already past dinner time, so they simply didn't ask the servants to serve food. Instead, they had Double Ninth Festival cakes and drank most of the jar of chrysanthemum wine.

The Double Ninth Festival cake is made from chrysanthemums. The sweet and glutinous pastry aroma mixed with the clear and mellow aroma of wine, which made Ye Yunting's face turn red.

He rarely drank alcohol on weekdays, but today he was uninhibited. In addition, the chrysanthemum wine was refreshing, so he drank a lot of it without realizing it. By the time he realized what he was doing, he was already feeling a bit smokey.

"Is the eldest son drunk?" Li Fengqi drank more than him, but there was no hint of drunkenness in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and approached him to ask.

Ye Yunting supported his chin with one hand and looked at him with drunken eyes: "No...no."

Li Fengqi smiled and reached for the wine glass in his hand: "You are drunk."

"I haven't finished drinking yet." Ye Yunting frowned when he saw him reaching for his own wine glass, and said unhappily: "You drink your own."

The tips of his brows were slightly furrowed, and his delicate facial features wrinkled up a little childishly, making him look a little more lively and childish.

It seemed that he was really drunk. Normally, he would never show such an expression.

Li Fengqi looked at it, and his mind came to life again. He couldn't help teasing him: "But I just want to drink from you."

After saying that, he stared straight at Ye Yunting's wine glass.

When Ye Yunting saw this, his expression became hesitant. He looked at Li Fengqi, then at the wine glass. After making a difficult decision, he muttered and passed the wine glass to Li Fengqi's mouth: "For the sake of our mother, why don't you give it to me?"

Take a sip."

He was drunk now and confused his past life with this life. He only felt that Li Fengqi was very pitiful.

But what I heard from Li Fengqi was that he was drunk and talking nonsense.

He did not argue, but took Ye Yunting's hand and took a sip of the wine in the glass. The chrysanthemum wine was refreshing in the mouth, and it was only when it rolled into his throat that he could taste the spiciness of the wine, and then it tasted sweet and had a long aftertaste.

But the sip I took just now was sweeter than honey.

He looked at the drunk man with a serious look, and subconsciously licked the wine on his lips: "It tastes very good,"

Ye Yunting was convinced. He nodded in agreement and drank the wine in the glass. After drinking, he wanted to pour the wine, but the wine jar was in Li Fengqi's hand. He leaned over to get it, but was stopped by Li Fengqi: "You can't do it anymore.

Drink."

His ability to drink is too poor. If he drinks too much, he may have a headache the next day.

But Ye Yunting didn't listen. He leaned over, hugged the wine jar with both hands, and acted like a rogue: "I still want to drink."

After saying that, he looked at Li Fengqi longingly with a pair of misty eyes.

He has never shown such an attitude before, almost like coquettishness to please.

Li Fengqi's throat rolled up and his voice was a little dry: "You'll have a headache if you drink too much." As he said this, his hand holding the wine jar loosened a little.

Although Ye Yunting was drunk, he still knew how to look at his face. He probably thought that cheating was useful, so he hugged the wine jar more tightly with his arms, and even put his head on it. His chin rested on the lid of the wine jar, and his head tilted to one side.

, stared straight at Li Fengqi, and said: "Just have a drink."

"OK?"

"..." Li Fengqi was almost helpless to resist.

As soon as his hands were loosened subconsciously, the wine jar was completely hugged by the drunk man.

Ye Yunting was like a cat that had stolen a fish, his eyes were so happy that he narrowed his eyes. He poured himself a glass, drank it happily, and then poured another glass. After pouring, he probably felt that Li Fengqi's gaze was too hot, so he thought slowly.

He also filled up the wine glass in front of Li Fengqi, and said very generously, "You drink too."

He drank two glasses of wine himself and then gave Li Fengqi another glass. Li Fengqi just watched helplessly as he drank up the remaining half of the jar of wine, and in the end could only lie on the table and talk nonsense.

Li Fengqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was secretly annoyed that he was so soft-hearted and indulgent. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch the flesh of his cheeks that felt so good, and then raised his voice to call Ji Lian to come in for help.

Ji Lian helped the man lie down on the bed, took off his robe, and went to get a basin of hot water to wipe him.

He was used to doing this, but this time as soon as he wrung out the handkerchief, he was picked up by Li Fengqi beside him: "I'll do it."

Before Ji Lian could react, he subconsciously let go.

Li Fengqi held the handkerchief and carefully wiped his cheeks and hands. He did it very seriously, and his expression was different from his usual gentleness.

After wiping his cheeks and hands, he took off the white socks on Ye Yunting's feet.

Ji Lian said quickly: "I'll do it."

"It's okay." Li Fengqi stopped him, lowered his eyes and took off Ye Yunting's socks, then put on a handkerchief to wipe his feet.

After finishing all this, he wiped his hands, threw the handkerchief back into the basin, and said, "Go out, I will take care of him."

Ji Lian said "Oh", but his eyes were still blank when he went out.

When the cool breeze outside the house blew, I was suddenly startled. Thinking about King Yong'an's demeanor and movements just now, I thought something was wrong.

Didn't the young master say it was just for show? Why did King Yong'an even do such a job of serving others?

Ji Lian frowned and scratched his head, wondering.

Back room.

Li Fengqi put out the candle, moved Ye Yunting to the side of the bed, then undressed and lay down.

On weekdays, he and Ye Yunting slept separately, with a large bed and a quilt for each person. It was quite like a well and a river. But today, Ye Yunting drank too much and the two of them stuffed the person into the quilt at will.

I forgot to put the soup dumpling for him, so he groped in the quilt for a long time with his eyes closed, but couldn't find the warm soup dumpling, so he grumbled dissatisfied.

Li Fengqi originally turned sideways to face him, looking at him through the faint moonlight. But he suddenly saw him hunching back and forth in the quilt, and then hunched into his quilt.

His brows twitched, but he didn't stop him.

Ye Yunting relied on instinct to find a comfortable and warm place, and finally turned sideways to face Li Fengqi, snuggled into his arms, rested his forehead on his chest, closed his eyes with contentment, and fell asleep.

Li Fengqi was both happy and tormented. He put his arms around his back and whispered: "You can be very troublesome when you are drunk."

But in the end, she was reluctant to push him away, stretched out her hand to tuck the quilt behind him, and hugged him to sleep.

…

When he woke up the next day, Ye Yunting felt dizzy.

He frowned in discomfort and made a hoarse hum in his throat. He opened his eyes in a daze and prepared to stand up, but what he saw was a naked chest.

"???"

Ye Yunting was startled. He leaned back and saw the owner of the chest - Li Fengqi, leaning sideways with his head resting on one hand and looking at him with an unclear expression: "Did the eldest son sleep well?"

Ye Yunting's eyes turned around at his loose collar, revealing a large area of ​​chest, and he thought it was not good.

How can I drink wine and sleep under the same quilt?

That was all in the past, but now that he knew that King Yong'an liked men, he still acted like this, it seemed like he was being frivolous on purpose.

His cheeks felt hot and he coughed awkwardly: "Last night..."

After saying just two words, he got stuck.

What happened last night?

He tried his best to recall, but found that his memory stopped when Li Fengqi said he was drunk. He said he was not drunk, and he did not remember anything after that.

Seeing his wrinkled face, Li Fengqi knew that he must be so hungover that he couldn't remember anything.

His eyes flashed imperceptibly, and he half-sited up with his arms unhurriedly: "Young Master, don't you remember what happened last night?"

Hearing him ask this, Ye Yunting suddenly felt even more guilty.

He licked the embroidery on the brocade quilt with his fingers, obviously lacking confidence: "You didn't bother the prince last night...right?"

"That's not true." Li Fengqi raised his eyebrows and said in a calm tone: "It's just that the eldest son insisted on holding me to sleep last night, and he refused to sleep if he didn't let me."

"!!!?"

Ye Yunting's face turned red, and he wanted to refute, but the facts were right in front of him, so he could only smile and said: "I, my wine is not very good, and I have caused trouble for the prince."

Li Fengqi said in a long tone: "It's not troublesome at all. Even the eldest son knows that I like men. I have a beautiful woman in my arms. Being Liu Xiahui is really a test of my will."

What he said was almost straightforward, and his eyes were like hooks. As long as Ye Yunting looked at him one more time, he would be hooked and unable to escape.

"..." Ye Yunting keenly understood some other meaning from Zhongpin, his chest was beating like a drum, and his eyes didn't even dare to look at him.

Everyone was at a loss.

When Li Fengqi saw this, he did not press forward any more. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, reaching for his robe and putting it on: "It's getting late, let's get up first. I asked Ji Lian to prepare a sobering soup. You can drink some later."

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He took the initiative to bypass this problem, and Ye Yunting breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his eyes and said "Oh", jumped out of the bed barefoot, turned his back to Li Fengqi and hurriedly put on his clothes.
Chapter completed!