Too much wine makes a mess of things. This saying was absolutely true.

After the acupuncture, Hua Manlou tidied up his clothes and walked out of the room. He smelled a strong smell of wine and immediately frowned.

On the other hand, Yang Muzhi did not have any self-awareness. He drank the entire pot of wine and was still trying to pour it out. It was obvious that he was already drunk.

Hua Manlou walked forward and took the pot of wine from his hand. He regretted promising him to drink during the day, and he should not have brought back a pot of wine. If he was drunk like this, he might have a headache when he woke up tomorrow.

Although Yang Muzhi had a special constitution and the hangover soup did not have any effect on him, Hua Manlou still wanted to call a servant outside to make a bowl of hangover soup.

But before he could take two steps, his sleeve was pulled. Yang Muzhi stared at him with bright eyes. "Hua Manlou, don't go. I left some wine for you. Let's drink cross-cupped wine."

He was really drunk. Normally, with his temperament, he would not say something like cross-cupped wine.

Hua Manlou helplessly wanted to coax him and say that he was only looking for a bowl of hangover soup and not leaving. But there was no reasoning with a drunkard. Yang Muzhi would not let go no matter what.

Sighing, he secretly made a note to never let Yang Muzhi touch wine in the future. Hua Manlou turned and asked him, "Does your head hurt?

Do you want me to help you rub it? "

Like a child, Yang Muzhi waved his arm. "Yes!" The last syllable was dragged out, and his mellow male voice instantly became cute.

Hua Manlou shook his head and laughed. He wanted to carry him to the bed, but Yang Muzhi grabbed the tassels on the tablecloth and refused to leave. He was still muttering that he wanted more wine.

"Muzhi, be good. You can't drink anymore. If you drink anymore, your head will hurt even more."

"Wine … My cross-cupped wine … I want to drink!"

Hearing that it was cross-cupped wine, Hua Manlou's heart warmed. He picked up two small wine cups from the table, leaving one for himself and one for Yang Muzhi. "This is the last cup. You're not allowed to drink anymore after drinking."

He finished speaking and was about to drink it all in one gulp, but was stopped by Yang Muzhi. He bent his arm and emphasized, "It's cross-cupped wine!

Cross cups of wine! "

Unable to persuade him, Hua Manlou also bent his arm. the two people's arms were close to each other. Together, they drank the wine that Yang Muzhi was very obsessed with.

This time, there was only the sound of the two people's breathing........ warm warm Yang..............................

After massaging for a while, Hua Manlou saw that Yang Muzhi was about to fall asleep, so he stopped. He wanted to wet a handkerchief to wipe his cheeks and hands and feet, but he was grabbed by the hem of his clothes.

Yang Muzhi woke up. He couldn't open his eyes, but he knew who he was grabbing. His voice was a little hoarse. "Hua Manlou, where are you going?"

The panic and attachment in his voice made Hua Manlou stop. He sighed and bent down to kiss his forehead intimately. "Muzhi, be good. I'm not going anywhere."

His original intention was to coax him to sleep, but the more he coaxed him, the more awake he became. Hua Manlou simply took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed to hold him in his arms. The two of them could also whisper.

Wine speaks the truth. This sentence was absolutely true.

Hua Manlou asked, "Muzhi, why are you so obsessed with cross-cupped wine?"

Yang Muzhi laughed foolishly. "Because I like you."

With a smile on his face, Hua Manlou asked again, "Who are you?

Who am I? "

Immediately understanding what he meant, Yang Muzhi said, "I am Yang Muzhi. You are Hua Manlou. Yang Muzhi likes Hua Manlou."

Hua Manlou lowered his head and gently kissed him on the lips. He didn't care about the taste of the wine. He only felt sweetness in his heart. "Hua Manlou also likes Muzhi."

Perhaps still feeling thirsty after drinking, Yang Muzhi chased after Hua Manlou's lips and kissed him. He was inexperienced and didn't kiss well, but he succeeded in making both of them gasp for breath.

Hua Manlou reluctantly ended the kiss. Even if his eyes couldn't see clearly, he could see that the face in front of him was crimson red.

He didn't need to think too much to imagine how beautiful this scene was.

Holding him in his arms, Hua Manlou asked again, "Muzhi, do you have something on your mind?

Why did you drink so much wine? "

His mind was in a mess. Yang Muzhi didn't seem to understand what was on his mind. Hua Manlou had to ask again, "Muzhi, are you not happy?

Why did you drink so much wine? "

"Happy!

I drink when I'm happy! "

Laughing out loud, Hua Manlou asked, "What is it that makes you so happy?"

"Oh … my shoulder hurts …"

Yang Muzhi rested his head on Hua Manlou's arm. Hua Manlou didn't say that his hand hurt, but he said that his shoulder hurt.

Shaking his head and laughing, Hua Manlou sat up and massaged his shoulders.

After being massaged comfortably, a hoarse moan overflowed from Yang Muzhi's mouth. Hua Manlou stopped breathing when he heard it.

The ancients said, "Food and sex are human nature."

Hua Manlou was a normal man. Now that his sweetheart was lying under him and moaning, it would be abnormal if he didn't react.

Because of this pause, the massage stopped. Yang Muzhi asked confusedly, "Why aren't you massaging?" There was a hint of grievance in his words.

Exhaling a long breath, he only dared to ask Yang Muzhi because he was still drunk. Hua Manlou suppressed the desire in his heart and continued massaging. However, the large palm that came into contact with the person under him seemed to have a burning flame. It was boiling hot.

The red candle flickered.

The next day, Yang Muzhi woke up with a terrible headache. He knew that Hua Manlou would definitely take advantage of him drinking too much and blame it all on the wine. "It's all because Fourth Brother's wine is too strong. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so drunk."

Seeing his reaction, Hua Manlou knew that he must be drunk again. Without much hope, he asked, "Muzhi doesn't remember what happened yesterday?"

Sure enough, it attracted Yang Muzhi's attention. "What happened yesterday?

Didn't I fall asleep after drinking the wine? "

Carefully looking at Hua Manlou's face, Yang Muzhi's hand skillfully grabbed his wrist. He wondered, "It's June. Hua Manlou, how did you catch a cold?"

How did he catch a cold?

Wasn't it from soaking in cold water? Hua Manlou was a classic example of suffering in silence. He waved his hand and changed the topic. "Maybe you didn't rest well. Didn't you plan to go back to Hundred Flowers Tower today?

Let's pack up. "

Full of satisfaction and joy of going back to Hundred Flowers Tower, Yang Muzhi didn't care about Hua Manlou's small cold anymore.

It was just that when packing up, they ran into a problem. June was a good time to go out and play. The two agreed not to take a carriage, but to ride back on horseback. First, they could enjoy the scenery, and second, they could move their bodies.

But if they did that, they would have to travel light. The small trinkets that Hua Family's parents and brothers gave them wouldn't be easy to carry. It was really a dilemma.

As if they had a tacit understanding, Hua Manlou carelessly said, "After packing up, let Hua Ping drive the carriage back first. We only need to bring your zither. En, I'll help you carry it."

Bursting into a relieved smile, Yang Muzhi nimbly packed up the things he wanted to bring back. When he handed it to Hua Ping, he specially instructed him, "My luggage and your Young Master's luggage can be put in the side building."

Only Hua Manlou's room was occupied in the side building. This sentence clearly meant that he wanted to put his own luggage in Hua Manlou's room as well.

Hua Ping, who had served Hua Manlou full-time for many years, could vaguely sense his Young Master's thoughts. How could he not understand?

With a smile, he congratulated him and drove the carriage away.

The remaining two people held hands and went to bid farewell to Hua Family's parents. On the way, Yang Muzhi punched the person next to him, "Hua Manlou, I originally thought that Little Phoenix knew but hid it from me. Now it seems that even Hua Ping is helping you hide it from me. If I don't understand, how long do you plan to hide it from me?"

How long do you plan to hide it from me?

Lu Xiaofeng had asked this question before. His brothers and sisters-in-law had also asked this question. Sun Xiuqing had also asked this question. Hua Manlou's answer was always the same, "If Muzhi doesn't have the same thoughts towards me, why should I let him know and cause hostility?"

This meant that he never planned to tell him.

Now that the two of them were together and Yang Muzhi asked again, Hua Manlou only felt that his mentality was completely different from before. He even sighed, "If Muzhi doesn't understand, I'll probably hide it from you for the rest of my life."

Shaking their hands, Yang Muzhi leaned close to his ear, "I knew you would do something like this. If you hide it from me for the rest of your life, it means that you won't be able to get an answer for the rest of your life. Don't you feel wronged?"

Hua Manlou laughed, "Why would I feel wronged?

I just have to keep Muzhi in my heart, think of Muzhi, and think of Muzhi for the rest of my life. It's enough for me. "

Sighing faintly, Yang Muzhi said, "Then I'm really sorry. Not only do you have to keep me in your heart, think of me, and think of me, but you also have to be with me for the rest of your life."

Amused by his tone, Hua Manlou used his finger to scratch his nose, "You."

The atmosphere was great. The two of them walked down the long corridor as if they would never reach the end.

For some reason, Yang Muzhi suddenly asked, "Hua Manlou, do you believe in past lives?"

Hua Manlou only thought that he was joking. He laughed, "Before I met you, I didn't believe in it."

This sentence shocked Yang Muzhi. He was about to break out in a cold sweat. Could it be that he gave himself away in his rebirth?

Hua Manlou already knew?

Then … what was he thinking?

Waiting for Yang Muzhi to ask why, Hua Manlou continued, "Because after I met you, I greedily wanted to have a next life with you. Muzhi, do you also think that I'm greedy?"

In an instant, Yang Muzhi came back to life. He carefully probed, "Hua Manlou, don't you think that it's strange for a person to have memories of their past lives?

I mean, maybe in the next life, we'll just be two strangers who pass by each other. "

In such a good atmosphere, Yang Muzhi's words were a bit of a wet blanket. Hua Manlou still smiled peacefully, "Of course it's not strange. I think it's a very romantic thing. It's another kind of inheritance."

As he said this, he seemed to be implying something. He looked at Yang Muzhi and said, "But I hope that memories can be passed down like inheritance. Take the essence and discard the dregs.

Remember the moments that brought us joy and happiness, and forget the moments that made us unhappy and sad. Only then can we go further. "