Long was already quite drunk. Hearing Yu Lin's question, he swayed and lifted his head from his glass. "Oh... Jialing, hehe, probably drank too much—I wonder where she's passed out—she really can't hold her liquor—"
Feng's face turned deathly pale. Just as she was about to speak, someone grabbed Long by the collar and asked, "You gave Ning Xian alcohol?!"
Long struggled to open his eyes to see the face in front of him. It was gloomy and dark, no better than Feng's complexion. It was as smelly as a stone. Who else could it be but Long Jue?
"It's just a couple of sips of wine, what are you all so nervous about—"
Before the words were even finished, the person had already been thrown back into their seat. Long Jue and Feng immediately set off to find the person. As soon as they stepped outside, they bumped into Mu Yuan, who had just returned. He took two steps back to steady himself (it was said that with his current eyesight, he would have a very poor sense of balance) and asked, "Where are you two rushing off to?"
Feng simply pulled him along, her face cold, and said, "Ning Xian has been drinking and is missing. Come help us find him!"
"Huh??"
The situation seemed quite serious. Mu Yuan, half-watching with amusement, helped them search, but her eyesight was severely impaired after her eye injury. She would stop any woman she saw with a similar build and wearing the same uniform, only able to make a clear look if the woman spoke or was within five inches of her face, thus failing to determine if she had made a mistake. This caused every woman they encountered along the way to blush and feel their hearts race. Just as they passed a courtyard, they suddenly heard Bai Mo scream from inside. He looked up in the direction of the sound—ah, found her…
He rushed into the courtyard, following the sound, and saw a horrific scene unfolding on a bed in one of the rooms… Bai Mo, disheveled, was cornered on the bed, his ear being bitten tightly, unable to move. Seeing Mu Yuan, he hurriedly said, “Young Master Mu Yuan, please help—”
"Mmm." Mu Yuan responded, leaning against the bedside and straining to see what was happening. After studying it for a while, she hummed in response twice more—it seemed nothing irreparable had happened yet...
Unable to bear it any longer, Bai Mo called out again, "Young Master Mu Yuan!" Mu Yuan was only 2 centimeters away from his disheveled chest, seemingly examining the bite marks on his body or the fair skin of his chest. He smiled and said, "Alright, alright." He then tried to pull Ning Xian away, but Ning Xian wouldn't let go. When he pulled, Bai Mo cried out first.
"pain!"
Mu Yuan had no choice but to let go and instead try to pry Ning Xian's teeth.
"String, broken string, let go of my tongue! Hey, don't bite my fingers too!"
Chapter 93 The Wife Climbs into Bed 2 (The Wife Climbs the Wall) by Lian Zhi Qingting.
When Mu Yuan turned Ning Xian over, she realized why she hadn't made a sound all day—she had actually fallen asleep? She was sleeping restlessly, with one side of her teeth biting Bai Mo's ear and the other side biting his finger.
Just then, Feng and Long Jue arrived simultaneously—presumably most people were at the banquet, so the search would naturally begin in occupied rooms. And among occupied rooms, especially those that Ning Xian might know well, the number of people who might come looking for them was not very large. They were both slightly taken aback by the scene before them.
Feng strode to the bedside, not bothering to examine the situation, and with a livid face, grabbed Ning Xian and yanked her—this time, both of them cried out in pain simultaneously. Helpless, they had to stop. Long Jue also stepped forward to help, one lifting Ning Xian's head while the other pried open her teeth. Thanks to Mu Yuan's fingers, Bai Mo's ear, being thinner than Mu Yuan's fingers, finally escaped Ning Xian's teeth with his support. Ignoring his swollen and bleeding ear, he quickly pulled his clothes back up. Thus, the room was filled only with Mu Yuan's wailing—"Ouch, it hurts! Be gentle! My fingers are going to break!"
Feng frowned as she looked at Ning Xian, who was fast asleep. Luckily, she fell asleep quickly this time, so nothing happened between her and Bai Mo. But last time she was clearly making a fuss for half the night, so why did she fall asleep so quickly this time?
Mu Yuan clearly shared the same question, exclaiming, "Hey, why is this guy asleep so fast this time! Last time I heard you guys making a racket for most of the night. Hey, why don't you loosen your teeth before you sleep!"
Feng Tie's face was ashen, and Long Jue's dark complexion wasn't much better. They asked, "So you've already seen her drinking?" "Yes... well, it's not my fault. Last time it was Kinnara Fei who tried to get her drunk—"
—Hana is lying, but Akane was involved too!
"The question is how much to drink."
"Huh? What?"
"It seems she didn't drink much this time, so she fell asleep quickly."
Mu Yuan nodded in agreement. As expected of her brother from her maternal family, he really understood Duan Xian'er—wait a minute… does that mean Duan Xian'er has had her share of "drunken misbehavior" in the past? Otherwise, how could Long Jue be so experienced?
So-called "experience" must be learned from the events that have occurred—so... Long Jue is so wary of her drinking, there must have been other "victims" before... but he doesn't know who this or these "victims" are...?
This issue could be considered later. Mu Yuan was only in pain and sweating profusely, so she couldn't care less about anything else. She muttered, "I'm telling you, Duanxian, if you want to be 'chaotic,' go find Feng to be 'chaotic'! Ouch—it hurts! Aren't you deliberately trying to make people miserable..." Long Jue glanced at Feng expressionlessly, and roughly understood why Ning Xian's relationship with him had developed so quickly... "So, last time you went to Feng?"
“Yeah, hey, Long Jue, don’t keep that long face. Feng being your brother-in-law wouldn’t be bad, would it…” At least he hadn’t forgotten that Bai Mo was still there, and didn’t continue. But Long Jue didn’t seem interested in his words, and continued with a straight face: “She doesn’t date the same person twice.”
"Why?"
"She was drunk. She never went back to the people she had 'messed' with."
"……"
...So...this is what they mean by "a good horse doesn't eat the grass it's already grazed"? (Sweat, that's not the same thing...)
Bai Mo: ...black line.
Phoenix: Dark black lines ||||.
Mu Yuan: Oh?
………………
Ning Xian felt extremely tired after her sleep, completely lacking her usual comfort. Her jaw, in particular, ached as if she had chewed on a piece of beef tendon. She wondered if she had eaten anything chewy yesterday.
Yesterday? That's strange. Her memory only seems to go back to lunchtime… lunchtime… she went to a banquet, and then… A chill ran down her spine—what did she do?!
She sat up abruptly in bed, and a low pressure came from the side of the bed. Her neck stiffened, and she turned her head inch by inch, only to see Long Jue sitting on the side of the bed with a face as black as the bottom of a pot.
She couldn't catch her breath and almost fainted.
"Dude! You're sitting right next to someone's bed, is it fun to scare them?! You're going to scare them to death!"
"While you still have the chance to be scared to death, reflect on why you were so careless in giving someone the opportunity to drink?" Ning Xian was immediately speechless, shrank back into the blankets, and after a while, secretly peeked out again, hesitantly asking, "I...really did it? That...Feng?"
Long Jue stood up and gave her a cold look. "Unfortunately, it's not Feng. Don't forget to visit Bai Mo later after you get up."
--a bolt from the blue.
It's not a phoenix, it ...... it's Bai Mo! ? ?
Buddha! Gods! Let her just disappear—
Long Jue walked out of her room, and Mu Yuan immediately appeared out of nowhere, clearly having been waiting for him for a long time. She caught up and asked, "Long Jue, from what you said, did Duan Xian'er also have a 'chaotic' past?"
Long Jue maintained his deadpan expression, seemingly even more unpleasant than before. He glanced at him and said, "If the Left Envoy has nothing to do, that's perfect. I was just about to ask the head of the Blissful Heaven to properly discipline Long. If you're free, you should go." "Didn't Feng already go to settle accounts with Long? Why bother..."
"The phoenix is the phoenix, and I am me. If the Left Envoy does not wish to go, then please do not obstruct my path!"
"Hey, Long Jue, wait a minute. I only have one question, just one—that…who was the 'victim' of Duan Xian'er's drunken promiscuity before…?"
Long Jue's face immediately darkened even more.
Mu Yuan's heart sank, and she blurted out, "Could it be you?"
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tornadoes, and gales loomed overhead—the clear sky instantly became overcast with dark, heavy clouds. Mu Yuan broke out in a cold sweat. Although Long Jue's deadpan face was still the same deadpan face, the soot from the bottom of the pot was still the same soot from the bottom of the pot, and his walk away was still as cool, dashing, and endlessly charming as ever, but… perhaps… he felt that he might have guessed right…
Waaah... Poor Long Jue—he was actually tortured by Duan Xian'er like this?
When Feng returned to Ning Xian's room, he immediately saw the person rummaging around, grabbing things and throwing them into a large bundle on the bed. He asked, "What are you doing?"
"Run! Do you think you'll even survive if Feng comes back?!"
"So let's just run first, no matter what, right?"
"..."
Ning Xian slowly turned his neck, forcing a smile as he said, "Feng, you're back..."
"Hmm. But I just got back, and it seems you're already planning to go out?"
"no--"
"Oh right, they were planning to leave before I got back."
"No, no, no!" Ning Xian hurriedly used his body to cover the large bundle on the bed. "Feng... um, Bai Mo and I aren't... just... really not..."
Feng's face betrayed no emotion. "What's going on between you and Bai Mo?"
"No! Nothing at all—no… I'm not sure…" Ning Xian's voice trailed off, her confidence waning until she finally fell silent. "What are you planning to do with him?"
"I have no plans at all..." she replied weakly.
"Then let's continue without it!"
"But he and I...it's not...although...that I really..."
"He only took two bites, what could possibly happen! Or do you really want something with him?"
"Huh? Ha... Haha... So there wasn't one..." Ning Xian ignored Feng's ugly expression and finally breathed a sigh of relief, sitting on the bed. —It's all Long Jue's fault; he didn't speak clearly and scared her.
"Hey—Feng, why are you making such a sour face? There's nothing here, come and sit down, don't tire yourself out from standing for so long—" Once she realized there was nothing there, she immediately acted like it was none of her business, letting Feng's face stay so sour as it pleased.
"You're not allowed to drink anymore!"
"No, no, it was an accident. I won't drink it anymore, okay? I won't drink it anymore, alright?"
Phew~~ What a false alarm.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Mu Yuan walking in, holding up a finger wrapped up like a club, and shouting, "Xianxian, look at me! I didn't even eat lunch because of you (it's only afternoon now, the so-called 'yesterday' was just Ningxian being half asleep). I can't even hold chopsticks now, but I'm starving~~ You have to feed me, okay?"
Since his eyesight deteriorated, he has honed his skills to perfection, no longer able to see Feng's dead eye beams—although he never paid any attention to them when he could see them, and instead sat down next to Ning Xian.
"Your left hand is injured!" Feng reminded him coldly.
"But I'm left-handed."
"Huh, really?" Ning Xian recalled doubtfully, but when had he ever noticed which hand he used to eat? "Alright, I'll go arrange for a few pretty maids and servants to 'serve' Lord Left Envoy during his meal." He figured many people would be eager to do this job, regardless of gender. Mu Yuan was about to strongly insist that Ning Xian feed her when he had already left, leaving only Feng sitting on the other side of the bed, giving him a half-sarcastic, half-mocking snort.
Chapter 94 The Wife Climbs into Bed 3 (from "The Wife Climbs the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting.
After making a mistake, Ning Xian was watched even more closely. This time, Feng had to personally accompany him even when he went out to eat, until the leader of the sect had drunk and played enough and was willing to end the banquet.
That evening, Ning Xian went to the banquet under Feng's supervision. Although Feng preferred to go to the kitchen alone, his hands were clearly not up to the task. As for Ning Xian, probably no one, including herself, had any memory of her cooking.
Yu Lin saved a seat for her as usual, but the other seat was obviously occupied by Feng.
What's good to eat today?
"This braised duck is good; it's very flavorful."
"No, I just ate it the meal before last."
"Would you like to try this shrimp? It's delicious." Yu Lin peeled it and handed it to her. Ning Xian took a bite, chewed, and it really tasted great. "Mmm, this is fine, give me another plate!"
She was enjoying her meal when her eyes darted to the other dishes. Considering Feng's external injuries, eating shrimp seemed inappropriate, so she decided to just eat it all by herself.