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Chapter 43: Laughing drunkenly with you
When she woke up, it was already dark outside. Hua Rong slowly opened her eyes. Her feet were numb from the cold. It took her a while to regain consciousness.
After a while, he stood up, rubbed his hands that were also numb, and then went out to face the west.
The destination was the charred Prince Funing's Mansion, which was a bit far away. It took about an hour to arrive.
The moment Hua Rong saw Lin Luoyin, she was still startled. Anyway, she felt a little emotional.
He stepped forward, without saying a word, and tapped Lin Luoyin's shoulder with his fan.
Lin Luoyin suddenly turned around, with countless expressions on his face ranging from surprise to surprise to sadness, and then he said in a daze: "Youwhy are you here?"
Hua Rong lowered his eyes, opened his precious fan, shook it in the wind, stopped gesticulating, and spoke directly: "For whom is the wind dew setting up the Mid-night Festival? Why is General Lin standing here installing pillars in the middle of the night? Is it for the sake of the yellow tent?" Nai, that glass of wine that the Holy Spirit rewarded you with?"
Lin Luoyin was stunned, the expression on his face could no longer be described in two words: surprise.
The day before yesterday at the Youzai Palace, the emperor gave him a glass of wine. This was an extremely common thing.
But the taste of that glass of wine was unusual. It was sweet but also sweet, with the aroma of orchid. The name was something he would never forget, it was called "Unspeakable".
It was at the Funing Palace that Hua Rong once brought him a glass of wine and told him that it was his own brew, with some green plums and dried orchids added to it.
Huarong has disappeared.
And in the Youzai Palace, the current Holy Emperor stretched out a hand from the imperial tent and actually rewarded him with a glass of "speechless"!
He has been struggling with this issue to this day. He comes here every night to blow in the wind, and his mind is getting hotter and hotter. He has already made up his mind to explore the palace.
And at this moment, Huarong actually appeared, and after appearing, he actually spoke, and his voice was exactly the same as the current Holy Emperor!
So he could only stay in a daze, unable to make any other expression.
¡°For something to happen, it may take ten or twenty years. But it will take no more than an hour to finish.
Hua Rong¡¯s eloquence was average. After speaking for half an hour, he finally finished dryly explaining the cause and effect.
Lin Luoyin made his second expression at this time, which was even more dumbfounded.
After that, he went crazy: "You are not mute at all!"
"Han Lang tortured you like that, but you could still resist pretending to be dumb!"
"For this secret, you have endured the humiliation all these years and let others abuse you!"
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There is no logic at all, and the preface does not match the postscript, but these hundreds of sentences are all about feeling sorry for Hua Rong.
But Hua Rong half-squinted his eyes and waved his fan slightly, but he just said: "It's okay. I chose the path myself, so I have nothing to complain about."
It has always been like this, he doesn't feel sorry for himself at all.
Lin Luoyin's heart was so sore that it swelled. She put her hand on the hilt of the sword and said, "What do you want now? You tell me what you want!"
Hua Rong said calmly: "I want you to act as if nothing has happened."
Of course, you have to act as if nothing has happened. A bastard like Han Lang will naturally not stay around until he stops planting spies around his love rival.
So Hua Rong could only quietly give Lin Luoyin a glass of wine, hoping that he would understand and find a chance to visit the palace.
The palace is heavily guarded, so this is of course just a bad idea.
It would be best if he could leave the palace without being watched and talk to Lin Luoyin.
¡°That¡¯s why he had that moment of warmth in the old house, and that moment of Han Lang¡¯s softness of heart, and he had that night of freedom.
There was an informant in Lin Luoyin's house, and it was inconvenient for him to visit, so he came here and gambled his luck that Lin Luoyin would sigh over that glass of wine and return to his old place.
" He was really lucky. He met the real owner and finally had the opportunity to explain everything in person.
It¡¯s not that he wants Lin Luoyin to get involved in the party struggle, but that at this moment, he has no one else to trust.
Of course, Lin Luoyin would not refuse. He had already become so arrogant and asked: "Then, if nothing happens, what happens next? How can I help you?"
"Then I will think of a way to let you take control of the military. I want Han Lang to fall, die miserably, and taste the feeling of not having his own destiny."
After a while, Hua Rong said, folding the fan, it was still light.
After waiting for a long time, Hua Rong didn¡¯t get the word ¡°good¡± that he expected.
Lin Luoyin finally spoke: "How about this, I will lead youI didn't know what was wrong with me, but I didn't move. I asked in a deep and stern manner: "Sometimes I really want to know if you are sincere to me, if there is even a moment." Are you sincere?"
Are you sincere?
"It seems like someone has just asked this question. The person who asked is called Lin Luoyin, and he is a blockhead who doesn't understand the seven orifices.
Hua Rong then blinked and replied: "Of course I am sincere towards the prince, but my heart is as bright as the bright moon."
Han Lang¡¯s face turned a little green.
"Sincerely?" Hua Rong smiled again at his green face, raised the wine bottle, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Lift a glass of wine to the bright moon, and accompany you for three thousand drunken laughs" He raised his sleeves, sang this line, and finally lay down flat: "If you have a dream, if you're dreaming, if you're drunk, if you're drunk, Uncle Han, don't worry. It¡¯s not sincere.¡±
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