Once inside, he instinctively found a place where he could keep as far away from Feng Muting as possible to sit down.
When Feng Muting saw him keeping his distance, he knew that he must have made him panic again in the room earlier.
After pondering for a moment, he made no move, but sat there silently.
Throughout the journey, Su Fuliu sat in a corner, constantly on guard.
However, he also secretly glanced at Feng Muting a few times and noticed that Feng Muting's expression was not very good.
It seems Feng Muting is not in a good mood, after all, today is the anniversary of his mother's death.
Upon arriving at the Prince's residence, Su Fuliu followed Feng Muting back to his room: "Is Your Highness going to rest? Then I won't disturb you any longer. Please rest first, and if you need anything later, just call me over."
Feng Muting walked to the table and sat down, then said, "Go and prepare a jar of wine for me."
Su Fuliu was taken aback: "Does Your Highness want to drink?"
Feng Muting was still in a bad mood; was he going to drown his sorrows in alcohol?
"Okay, go get the wine," Feng Muting said.
Su Fuliu dared not refuse, so she turned around and fetched a jar of wine: "Your Highness, a little wine is good for the soul, but too much is bad for your health."
Feng Muting took two cups, filled each one, and said, "Sit down and drink with me."
"This... isn't a good idea?" Su Fuliu said with some difficulty.
Feng Muting looked at him and said with displeasure, "You're willing to drink with Xiao Nian, but not with me?"
Chapter 113 He's drunk
Su Fuliu was taken aback. Since Feng Muting had said that, if he didn't drink with him, he was afraid he would lose his temper.
Since Feng Muting was in a bad mood today, he decided to have a drink with him to comfort him.
So he said, "Well, alright then, I'll have a drink with Your Highness."
The last time I got drunk with Xiao Nian, it was because Xiao Nian was scheming and specially prepared Hundred Flowers Intoxication. At first, you don't feel anything from the wine, so it's easy to overindulge. But once you've had enough, the effects of the alcohol kick in, and you get drunk very easily.
He prepared the wine himself; it was ordinary wine, so given his drinking capacity, he wasn't afraid.
Feng Muting handed Su Fuliu's glass of wine to him.
The two then began to toast each other.
"Your Highness, are you in a bad mood?" After a few drinks, Su Fuliu began to comfort him.
"Um……"
"Your Highness, please don't be sad. Consort Yu wouldn't want to see you heartbroken because of her," Su Fuliu said.
Feng Muting's eyes narrowed slightly: "Normally it's fine, but today is the anniversary of my mother's death, and I can't help it."
Su Fuliu sighed. He understood Feng Muting's feelings, so he poured himself another cup of wine: "Come, Your Highness, let's drink. Wine can dispel sorrow and forget worries."
Feng Muting also raised his glass in a toast.
Before long, half a jar of wine was gone.
“Today, at the Jade Pavilion, I did not do it on purpose,” Feng Muting said, taking a sip of wine.
He didn't do it on purpose, he did it intentionally...
Su Fuliu nodded: "I know, I know Your Highness is not that kind of person."
"Since you knew that, why did you stay so far away from me when you came back?" Feng Muting asked.
Su Fuliu replied, "I was a little flustered at the time, but I'm fine now. Your Highness, don't worry, I'll be the same as before."
"That's good..." Feng Muting's eyes flickered.
The two then finished the remaining half-jar of wine.
Su Fuliu had also drunk quite a bit. Although he had a high alcohol tolerance, this was a whole jar of wine.
Although he and Feng Muting drank half of it, it was still quite a lot.
He stood up, swaying slightly. He quickly reached out to brace himself against the table to prevent himself from falling: "Your Highness, I can't take it anymore, that's enough. I'll get drunk if I drink any more."
As he spoke, he looked at Feng Muting, and what he saw left him dumbfounded.
Feng Muting slammed his head onto the table with a loud thud.
Seeing him like this, Su Fuliu was sobered up a bit.
"Your Highness?!" Su Fuliu walked to Feng Muting's side, supporting herself on the table. She reached out and nudged Feng Muting, but he didn't react at all.
Su Fuliu was dumbfounded: "Is Your Highness... drunk?"
It seems he can hold his liquor better than Feng Muting!
He truly lives up to his reputation as the top courtesan of Wangyoulou; his drinking capacity has been honed through practice.
Then, Su Fuliu quickly reached out and laboriously helped Feng Muting up: "He's really heavy! They say drunk people are the heaviest, and it's absolutely true!"
After finally managing to help Feng Muting up, he had to help him lie down on the bed. For the first time, he realized how far the table and the bed were!
It took Su Fuliu a lot of effort to help Feng Muting lie down on the bed. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Feng Muting, who was so drunk that he fell asleep immediately.
This was the only time he dared to laugh at Feng Muting.
He thought their prince was so powerful, but not only could he not even fold a simple paper boat, now he couldn't even outdrink him!
Su Fuliu instantly felt a sense of accomplishment.
However, it is said that one's character is revealed after drinking.
It's rare to find a man like Feng Muting who, when drunk, simply goes to sleep and doesn't cause any trouble!
Even when he's drunk, he's still muttering to himself.
Unlike Feng Muting, who is so quiet after getting drunk.
After resting for a while and regaining some strength, Su Fuliu helped Feng Muting take off his shoes and clothes.
Shoes were easy to take off, but clothes were a bit more difficult, mainly because Feng Muting was quite heavy at the moment, and Su Fuliu didn't have enough strength.
He sat on the edge of the bed, struggling, and it took him a long time to get it off.
"Phew—" Su Fuliu breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled the blanket over Feng Muting.
After covering it up, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched.
Although Feng Muting falls asleep when drunk, he is still drunk, so he probably can't leave and has to stay here to watch over Feng Muting.
Otherwise, what if something happens to Mu Ting in the middle of the night, and there's no one around?
Su Fuliu looked at Feng Muting and thought to herself, "It's good that Feng Muting is drunk. If he's drunk, he can just sleep through the night and won't have to be sad anymore."
Only then did he notice a red mark on Feng Muting's forehead, which, without a doubt, was from hitting the table earlier.
He leaned over and touched Feng Muting's forehead. Thankfully, there was no bump.
After he breathed a sigh of relief, he continued to sit there blankly. He had also drunk alcohol, but not to the extent that Feng Muting had.
But he was also somewhat drunk.
If he hadn't been startled by Feng Muting, and if the effects of the alcohol hadn't subsided a bit after all that commotion, he probably would have passed out by now.
So even now, as he sits there, he seems somewhat out of it.
He probably won't be able to sit up; he'll have to lie down.
Feng Muting's room does have a soft couch, but it's quite far from the bed. If he were to go there, he might as well go back to his room.
So he thought about it and decided to sleep next to Feng Muting, so that if Feng Muting made any move, he would know immediately.
After that, Su Fuliu lay down next to Feng Muting, and the two men, both reeking of alcohol, slept together.
But just as Su Fuliu closed his eyes, he felt his body sink...
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A note from the author:
Hahaha, someone got himself drunk!
Chapter 114 He's clueless
When Su Fuliu opened his eyes, he saw Feng Muting's handsome face right in front of him.
"Your Highness?" he called out, but Feng Muting did not respond.
It seems that Feng Muting rolled over, unaware that he was nearby, and rolled directly onto him.
He tried to push Feng Muting, but he was too heavy and couldn't be moved at all with a gentle push.
It seems he'll have to exert a tremendous amount of effort again.
Before he could even brace himself, Feng Muting hugged him tightly in his arms, as if he were holding a pillow.
He was stunned for a moment.
He clearly has a habit of hugging pillows, so why does Feng Muting have it too?
He thought about it and figured it must be Feng Muting's habit when he was drunk.
But what do we do now?
He couldn't push Feng Muting away to begin with, and now that Feng Muting had him wrapped around his arm, he was even less able to push him away.
Su Fuliu sighed softly. After thinking it over, he figured if he couldn't push him away, he might as well leave it at that. Anyway, they were sleeping in the same bed. Even if Feng Muting didn't hold him, he would probably end up holding Feng Muting in his sleep, just like before.
However, Feng Muting was almost pressing down on him, which was quite heavy.
He looked at Feng Muting, who was right in front of him, and wondered how he could adjust his position to make himself more comfortable while sleeping.
He twisted his body and shifted his position, trying very hard to adjust.
It took him a while to adjust to a comfortable position so he could sleep peacefully.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt Feng Muting's heavy breathing on his neck, which tickled him terribly.
He shrank his neck, turned his head to look at Feng Muting, and wondered if there was any way to solve this problem.