Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 273 The son is delicate and weak and not easy to push down (40)

After finishing speaking, Bei'er stood up on his own, and walked towards Yunzhaoyuan slowly with his footsteps.

Sikong Zhao looked at the direction Bei'er was leaving, his eyes like a cold moon raised slightly.

Just now when she asked herself if she could drink more, she thought she was going to do something to him while he was drunk.

But she didn't expect it at all... She drank a few glasses by herself, but she got drunk first.

Taking advantage of the gleam of brightness from the stars in the sky, Sikong Zhao stood up slightly, and walked step by step in the direction Bei'er left.

When he walked to the side of the rockery, he heard a whispered counting voice from inside, "28, 29, [-]..."

After searching carefully, he found the person hiding next to a rock behind the rockery.

Bei'er was squatting down, and kept digging into his sleeves with his small hands. In an instant, there were hundreds of incomparably precious herbs, piled up all over the floor.

While counting, he was also digging out, that little look was very serious.

Sikong Zhao stood in the distance for a while, looking at those incomparably precious herbs, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Finding that she didn't notice that he was following, he walked over, stood still in front of her, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Bei'er raised her eyes slightly, glanced at Sikong Zhao, a silly smile appeared on her face, and said softly and slowly, "I'm counting herbs."

After Sikong Zhao asked, he was about to bend over and stretch out his hands to pull him up from the ground.

Bei'er leaned against the corner of the rockery, silently hugged her sleeves tightly, and put them behind her social marriage, as if she didn't want him to see it, and she didn't want him to find out.

Sikong Zhao looked at her, and he took a slight step forward, getting closer to her.

Bowing his head slightly, a smile was drawn on his red lips, and his towering Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Your Highness?"

Bei Er blinked her eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

It looked like he was really drunk, so drunk that he couldn't even remember who the person in front of him was.

Sikong Zhao saw her leaning on the rockery, her body was still shaking, feeling that she would fall to the ground if she felt unstable.

A corner of the sleeve behind him leaked.

Sikong Zhao glanced down, stretched out his fingers, as if picking up her sleeves, to see where did she take out so many herbs, and each plant seemed to be picked just now.

Bei'er's reaction was half a beat slow, but he grabbed it quickly and hid it behind him, as if he didn't want to show it to him.

Because of her violent movements, her hand, which was bandaged casually, bumped into the rock of the rockery.

When Sikong Zhao saw her tears of pain, which seemed to be brought out, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and quickly reached out to hold her hand, preventing her from swinging it at will.

Bei Er was surprised that the person in front of her was going to snatch things from her space, so she shrank even more towards the corner of the rockery.

He even turned around directly, with his head facing the inside of the rockery and his butt leaking out, as if he wanted to turn himself into a stone.

Afterwards, Sikong Zhao heard her soft and waxy voice, and muttered, "Don't steal my things, I tell you, I can't give them to you."

Sikong Zhao's eyes became darker.

He knew she was drunk at the moment.

It's really wrong to argue with a drunk person.

It's just that this woman is too hateful when she's not drunk, and she looks like she's the one who dominates me, but when she's drunk, she's more...um...cute.

I don't know what secret is hidden in her body. She can take out so many herbs at this moment, and she can't show him. It's so well hidden at the moment, it really makes people want to find out.

Along with his thoughts, the smile on the corner of his lips became deeper and deeper, and His Highness's voice became more and more familiar, "Your Highness treats me so well during the day, how can you turn your face when you're drunk? Did you recognize someone?"

Accompanied by these words, Sikong Zhao's weak and innocent skin was slowly torn away, revealing his true nature.

It's a pity that at this moment, Bei'er was so drunk that he couldn't find Bei, and he didn't find any danger at all.

Just hearing his words, she, who was as motionless as a rock, suddenly tilted her head, her icy blue eyes were full of doubts, "How can I treat you well?"

She herself seemed curious at the moment.

Sikong Zhao's eyelids drooped, and he lightly swept over the cuffs she was pinching.

Stretching out his hand, he pinched the upper corner of the clothes, and tugged gently.

As soon as he pulled, Bei'er's white hand gripped the cuff even more.

Sikong Zhao took a step closer to her.

Normally, I didn't realize that this person is really petite.

He opened his mouth slowly, and said in a soft voice: "You said you wanted to cure me, that I belonged to you, and that you would treat me well in the future, so that you would give me all your elixirs, didn't you? Are they all lying to me?"

After Bei'er finished listening, his expression gradually turned from doubt to seriousness, "Impossible, I am a married woman, and my husband is so beautiful, I must be lying to you if I treat you so well. .”

After finishing speaking, he continued to lock there, motionless like a rock.

When Sikong Zhao heard her words, he whispered, "Your Highness lied to me?"

Bei'er listened, and for some reason, she felt wilted, and muttered in a low voice, "This is all for my Zhao'er, even if I promised you, but I still can only give it to him."

Sikong Zhao was originally pulling her cuff hand, but when he heard this sentence, he paused slightly.

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and with a little effort, he dug the petite person out of the corner and hugged him in his arms.

Bei'er's head hit his chest. For some reason, after drinking, Bei'er's reactions were half a beat slower than before, and his movements became extremely clumsy.

There was a blush on her smiling face, and her eyes became like Hong Bo's. Those who didn't know it thought that Sikong Zhao was bullied and cried.

Seeing her obedient and harmless appearance, Sikong Zhao bent down slightly, and said as usual, "How do I compare with the Zhao'er you mentioned?"

He knew that Bei'er was so drunk that he didn't even recognize anyone, so he intentionally bullied her like this sentence by sentence.

Bei'er's ice-blue eyes stared blankly at him for three seconds, then moved away slowly, and said in a firm voice, "It's impossible for anyone to look better than my Zhao'er."

After finishing speaking, she raised her eyelids again, glanced at him lightly, and added, "Although you are also pretty."

Hearing her words, Sikong Zhao felt a little relieved for some reason, seeing her stupid look, the gloom in his eyes dissipated a little.

His Highness, who was drunk, was not as careful with him as before, but seemed to be more interesting.

He stretched out his hand, and deliberately grabbed the cuff in her hand, and said softly, "What's in it?"

(End of this chapter)