C18 A taste of intoxication

He quickly reached out to grab onto something to support himself, but was quickly supported by the Minister of Rites who was standing behind him.

"Master Qin? Are you okay? " The Minister of Rites asked.

Qin Lingmo shook his head and slowly straightened his body. His eyes were filled with a faintly discernible mist which caused him to press his eyes and feel a dull pain in his temple.

"Your father in law isn't feeling well?" Ni Yu was very worried and had already stepped down from the throne after he spoke.

"This subject is fine, I just haven't been sleeping much in the past few days."

"I guess it was due to the effort that I put in. Since that's the case, I should head back to the mansion and rest early today." With eyes full of concern, Ni Yu turned around and returned to the throne, announcing, "Withdraw."

Outside the gate, a few birds flew over the walls of the Scarlet Palace and stood on the glazed roof tiles, singing softly.

Qin Lingmo slowly walked along the path of the palace with a frown on his face as he contemplated with rapt attention. Suddenly, his shoulders slumped. He turned around and realized it was Jin Xiao.

Dressed in the uniform of the Feathered Guard, he wore a dark blue soft armor suit with a yellow ribbon. A longsword hung at his waist, giving him a majestic and imposing appearance. The moment he saw Qin Lingmo, the smile on his face disappeared as he frowned, "Your complexion doesn't look good."

"Nothing, I just didn't sleep well." Clearly, Qin Lingmo did not want to speak.

"How many times have I told you that you are risking your life like this? What are you talking about when your body is damaged!" Jin Xiao was worried. This was because he knew that his good friend wouldn't listen at all.

"It's just a little tiring." Sure enough, Qin Lingmo merely snorted, indicating that he didn't mind.

Jin Xiao wanted to continue persuading him, but Qin Lingmo had already taken the initiative. "Alright, you don't have to say anymore. I'll be careful. You should hurry up and go scout you."

Yu Lin's guard officer let out a long sigh. Knowing that there was no point in speaking any further, he patted his shoulder and turned around, leading his subordinates to continue patrolling the palace. After watching for a moment, Qin Lingmo turned around and continued to walk out of the palace.

Because he returned home earlier than usual, the steward was a little surprised. His master had been living in seclusion all year round, so he felt a little uncomfortable seeing him return so early. Qin Lingmo directly entered the study and only said that he would take a short rest. However, he woke up in less than half an hour and felt even worse than before he went to bed.

Ming Yan came in with a basin and said eagerly, "Master, please wash your face first."

"Yes." Qin Lingmo nodded and walked over to receive the handkerchief offered by Ming Yan. The hot air caressed his face as it slowly melted his fatigue. He took a light breath and put down the handkerchief.

"Master, your complexion hasn't been good recently." Ming Yan took it and said with a frown.

"You say so too?" Qin Lingmo was slightly surprised.

"That's right. I haven't slept much lately, and I'm still having nightmares. I can't rest well at all." Ming Yan seemed to have made up his mind to persuade his master to change his habit. "Please take care of yourself. Ming Yan doesn't know much about national affairs, but if your body is bad, then you won't be able to do anything."

When Qin Lingmo heard this, he laughed. "Kid, why do you sound like you're speaking the same way as Jin Xiao?"

"Master!"

"Alright, I understand." Qin Lingmo nodded his head in agreement as a matter of habit. He suddenly realized that he had also given a perfunctory response to the golden roar. He couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile.

Did it really look that bad? He looked at the blurry shadow in the basin. The more he wanted to see the ripples, the more he could only bend his body and get closer …

"Aiya, Prime Minister, you're back …"

Hu Ying's earth-shaking voice came from outside the curtain.

In his panic, Qin Ling slipped and he heard Ming Yan's cry, "Elder, be careful!" Then came a few ear-piercing crackling sounds.

At this moment, Hu Ying had already stepped into the room. When she lifted the curtain, she saw a mess on the floor. She could not help but smile, "What kind of training is the Prime Minister doing? Wet body technique? "

"You, come, do, what!" Every word made Qin Lingmo want to crush his stomach. He reached out to pull down the towel that was covering his face. His hair was stuck to his cheeks and his eyes were spitting fire.

Just now, he had panicked and slipped, causing him to plunge head first into the water basin. Not only was she drenched from head to toe, she even fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Of course I'm asking you for money." Hu Ying spoke with a confident tone.

"What do I give you?" Qin Lingmo was surprised. With such a distracted mind, his unsteady legs slipped again. Hu Ying reacted quickly and quickly. She reached out her hand to tug on the air, and just like that, the two of them embraced.

The slightly tipsy aroma of wine wafted past Qin Lingmo's nose. The smell lingered on, causing one to be unable to refrain from slowly tasting the wine in their hands. If there was anything that could enchant someone with just a single breath, it was no doubt that this smell had already conquered Qin Lingmo, causing him to be intoxicated.

"Hey, have you held enough?"

Hu Ying's voice interrupted Qin Lingmo's absent-minded state. He suddenly realized that he was hugging Hu Ying, the tip of his nose brushed against her delicate cheeks, and he could even clearly feel her delicate touch. He was a little flustered, but the more he panicked, the harder it was to control himself. When his lips brushed past Hu Ying's ear, Qin Lingmo suddenly pushed Hu Ying away.

"Is your master still shameless?" Hu Ying asked Ming Yan beside her.

The manservant was stunned for a moment before asking, "If it isn't a face, then what is it?"

"Chicken Blood Stone, Da Hong Pao, the market price is three thousand gold coins, your master's face must be worth at least ten thousand gold coins." Hu Ying gave him a thumbs up.

"Stop talking nonsense." Qin Lingmo covered his face with one hand and spoke in a less imposing manner. Hu Ying raised her finger provocatively, indicating that he should take her hand away if he had the ability.

"What are you doing here?" Prime Minister Qin turned around and spoke into the bookshelf.