I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Could it be that Zhe Yu is homesick, or is he depressed?

Baicaoshi silently reflected on whether she had been too focused on her career recently and ignored Zhe Yu.

But no, she just gave him a big cloak, and discussed with him how to do the trick to King Ming.

"No, I'm drunk, I'm going..." Zhe Yu stood up, staggering a bit.

Everyone understands.

Junker drank more, but he still held his glass, as if he was not drunk after a thousand glasses. "Professor Zhe Yu, a man should never say he can't do it, he must do it if he can do it, and he must do it if he can't do it."

Have a drink.

Bu Zhan was the one who drank the least on the wine table, "Teacher, let me help you."

Zhe Yu directly patted his hand away, with a snap, Bu Zhan grinned, "I can do it."

The person who thought he was going to go to the hut, but Zhe Yu wandered around from outside the hut, and turned quietly to the second floor.

Baicaoshi was very worried, worried that he would fall into the toilet.

Although he is the hero and has the halo of the protagonist, the trajectory of the story has changed, and the exiled immortal has also been contaminated by the world of mortals.

As soon as she was about to leave the private room, she saw Zhe Yu leaning on the door wall with one hand, his face was rosy white, his eyes were gentle, he was pouring towards Baicaoshi.

Good guy, the beauty saves the hero.

"Shibao, go home." Zhe Yu murmured.

Behind Zhe Yu, there are several small tails.

Yam, Panax notoginseng, and Shopkeeper Feng, all of them covered their eyes together, revealing another gap.

Baicaoshi supported Zheyu, and his whole weight was on her. Fortunately, after Baicaoshi practiced martial arts, her strength soared.

"Although red yeast rice wine is a treasure, you don't need to drink so much, the alcohol power is so weak."

Zhe Yu was still muttering, in a low tone, "Go home."

"Are you sure it's okay for the Lord to accompany you away like this? Sigh, it's useless to ask you, next time you are not allowed to drink, not even a drop of alcohol." Baicaoshi helped him sit down first, and waved at the few animals in the corridor, Bring Oriha's clothes here.

"It's all up to you." After being drunk, Zhe Yu was very obedient, and his brows and eyes were less lonely.

After a stick of incense, Baicaoshi commanded Yam and Shopkeeper Feng to send Zhe Yuan back home.

"Thank you both, go back quickly, make sure to treat those few well today." Baicaoshi said.

"Okay." Those two were very concerned about the follow-up development of the boss and the boss's husband, but Baicaoshi had already closed the door.

After seeing the two off, Baicaoshi helped Zhe Yu take off his slippers.

Winter clothes are thick and hard to take off, and drunk people don't cooperate. She supported his neck with one arm, and pulled his sleeve with the other hand, making herself sweat.

"I'm so sorry for myself if I don't charge any tips." Baicaoshi said to herself with her hands on her hips.

Zhe Yu fell asleep very quietly, her long and dense eyelashes cast a small fan, and her high nose bridge, every bit of it was based on the aesthetic point of Baicao Poetry.

Baicaoshi moved, and his brain collapsed.

This is a movement that Oriha often does, and I still come back today.

Oh, and he likes to scrape her nose, too.

Every time you explore, it makes Baicaoshi more happy, and Zheyu, who lets others do whatever he wants, has a lot of fun.

She pinched his face again, slippery and greasy, and turned around again.

"Shi Bao, I'm happy for you." Zhe Yu was talking nonsense, suddenly raised his hand, wiped his face, and grabbed Baicao Shi's hand.

Baicaoshi remembered the last time she checked Yuan Xian's wound. As a doctor, she needs to review her patients, review Zhe Yu's bones, muscles, internal organs, and others.

Yes, it is like that.

"He smells of alcohol all over, do you want to take a bath? Hey, Yu Bao, can you?" Baicaoshi pushed him with the other hand.

Suddenly, Zhe Yu grabbed his hand and pulled it in his direction.

His eyes were between drunkenness and sobriety, like sleepwalking, his nose sniffed. "It smells good."

Baicao Poetry: "..."

Where did the fragrance come from? Why didn't she smell it.

Then, with his fingers, he traced her face like the most dedicated painter, practicing over and over again.

"Yubao? Yubao?" Baicaoshi called him, her heart beat faster and she almost lost her breath.

"Don't make noise." He tilted his head, looking for an angle, and printed it. "Very sweet."

Baicaoshi's pupils dilated rapidly, reflecting Zhe Yu's celestial face.

**

The instruction given to the academy students is to accompany King Ming well.

Jun Ke, who was hurt by love, was extremely conscientious and drank King Ming until he rolled his eyes.

Probably the obsession in his heart was too strong, and Ying Zheming had a thought in his mind, asking Shen Xuezi to hold the wine for him.

It turned out that Shen Liqing was also drunk.

Clean up the messy yam and send the guests to the carriage one by one.

King Ming had his own car, and he got in the car with Shen Liqing. The guard and driver sent him to the Shen residence on Zhengyang Street.

The sun has set and the moon has risen.

In the room, two people were soundly asleep.

"Your Highness, don't you recognize me? I'm Li Qing, your fiancée."

"Do you know that I have been waiting for you for three years, looking for you for three years, hating you for three years, and loving you for three years."

"Are you so cruel that you won't look at me?"

"For you, I rejected King Ming again and again, you know how hard it is for me."

In the quiet night, there are low cries, sad to despair.

Ying Zheming was woken up by the dream language. His alcoholism has not completely faded away, only some words are circling in his mind.

Your Highness, Li Qing, Three Years, Rejection, King Ming?

Who is King Ming?

Ying Zheming opened his eyes suddenly, his forehead was covered with sweat. In the dark night, he was groping and found a pair of soft and boneless hands.

Shen Liqing felt the temperature.

"Your Highness, did you hear me?" She also sat up, her eyes still not used to the darkness, she touched Ying Zheming's face.

"Your Highness! Ah Xu!" Shen Liqing touched his eyebrows, his eyes, "The phoenix girl of Destiny only belongs to the Son of Destiny!"

Ying Zheming's drunkenness completely dissipated.

Ying Zhexu is the son of destiny, so Shen Liqing chose him? Or was it because Shen Liqing chose him that he became the son of destiny?

No matter what the result is, one fact cannot be denied.

Shen Liqing loves Ying Zhexu.

She only pretends to Ying Zheming.

Power, family background, beauty, sincerity, Ying Zheming wants it all.

Mad jealousy took hold of him, and he burned on the fire.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and pinched her chin. "Li Qing, it's Gu, Gu came looking for you."

"Your Highness, Li Qing misses you." Shen Liqing, who was always reserved, dignified and as white as a lotus, changed his appearance.

Nanke Yimeng. I don't know how the years sink, things change and stars move.

The next day, when the sky was bright, Shen Liqing opened his eyes.

A huge shock hit her brain, and she saw Ying Zheming beside her.

"No, no!"

Shen Liqing's heart was bleeding like a knife.

No, that's not true.

The shock was only momentary, and she quickly made a decision. Destroy all evidence before he wakes up. He fell asleep, didn't remember anything, and pretended nothing happened.

Just as she was about to move, Ying Zheming held her back. He was already awake with a smile on his lips.

"Li Qing!"

Seeing each other in the open made Shen Liqing uncomfortable. There was still a stiff smile on her face, "My lord, my lord..."

Ying Zheming raised his hand and stroked her cheek, "Li Qing, from today onwards, you are my king's woman, and this king will never betray you."

Wait, what's wrong...

Ying Zheming looked at Shen Liqing's face and suddenly became unfamiliar. "Li Qing, where is your phoenix seal?"

Shen Liqing touched his forehead, Feng Yin? She hurriedly looked for the mirror in the room.

On the dressing table, there is a bronze flower mirror produced by the Song Dynasty. She looks at herself in the mirror, her smooth forehead, and the phoenix fluttering its wings disappears.

Before this version met with you, it was changed three times, understand