This made Zhu Guanliang wonder if something had happened between her and the Emperor.

She was in high spirits today, so Zhu Guanliang advised her with a few words, then let her be.

Qu Tan was unable to wait for Zhou Leping and fell asleep by the door. Zhou Leping's face and neck was also red from drinking so much that the alcohol was strong on her body. She took off her mask and loosened her collar, then used her masculine spirit to tell him about what had happened on the battlefield.

Although the story that came out of her mouth was thrilling, it was far from the quirky story that the storyteller in the teahouse told. He listlessly listened to her nagging, and when he saw that it was late, he called out to her, "General, should we go back now?"

Zhou Leping lied on the table, his mouth was a mess as he muttered something that he probably did not even know about.

"General." He reached out his hand and shook her twice gently. Zhou Leping's body moved, and with a wave of his hand, the wine cup rolled out from her hand.

"Call me Zi Xi..." She rubbed her face against the crook of her arm as she suddenly blurted out those words with a smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Zi Xi?"

Zhu Guanliang sat down beside her, leaned on his chin and asked, "Your name is Zi Xi?"

"My word!" She suddenly raised her face, but her eyes were still closed. She grinned and giggled, "Isn't it nice?"

He was so drunk, yet he was so stupid.

"Sounds good." He pulled her to her feet, one arm around her neck, the other around her waist.

Zhou Leping was very tall, there were very few women who were taller than her. Furthermore, because she had trained in martial arts all year, every part of her body had been trained well, so she wore armor and stood there like a man.

However, women were women after all. Their skeletons were small, and no matter how strong they were, they could only weigh a little when they weighed them.

Qu Tan slept soundly, but she did not even wake up when Zhu Guanliang accidentally kicked her while supporting her from the side.

Zhou Leping did not have any strength on his body when he was drunk, he was like holding onto a pile of mud, she would slide down after just two steps, Zhu Guanliang had no choice but to lift her up, and hugged her horizontally.

This time, she was well-behaved. Her head was hanging outside and she was mumbling something, but no one understood what she was saying.

Zhu Guanliang brought her back to her room and put her on the bed. Then, he casually pulled over a blanket to cover her body, and when he straightened his waist, the wound suddenly hurt. He held onto the side of the bed, and when he lowered his head, it was Zhou Leping's face.

There was a candle flame flickering by the bedside. She reached out to scratch her face and took a deep breath, the strong smell of the wine sprayed across Zhu Guanliang's face.

Zhu Guanliang held his breath, and used his hand to cover her face. Only after he stood up did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhou Leping had a lot of alcohol, and normally, he was not very drunk. This time, he was the one listening to Zhu Guanliang's words.

Zhu Guanliang stood in his original position, and looked around the house.

Her study was separate from the bedroom, but the bedroom didn't have a study either. Opposite the bed was a desk that was littered with books and paper.

He walked over slowly. The books on the table were all about time policy, and she had really put a lot of effort into getting a foothold in the imperial court. There were also a lot of notes on how to deal with this fundraising.

There was also a piece of paper with three little people drawn on it. One of them was her, the other was Zhao Shiqian and the last one was Lin Jing.

It was simple and clear to connect the three, but it also made clear the current situation in the imperial court.

No matter which side was strong, Zhou Leping and Lin Jing were still a threat to the emperor, so the best way was to let Zhou Leping and Lin Jing balance each other.

Since Zhou Leping was planning to go all out, he would definitely have to pay the same price.

Her heart and eyes were written on her face, but she knew better than anyone that they would not be so easily seen through.

Ignoring the contents of the table, he opened the drawer and rummaged through it.

In the drawer, besides the calligraphy and paintings, there were also some miscellaneous items that were useful or not. He even found a used piece of handkerchief.

Just as he touched something, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. When he raised his head, he saw that Zhou Leping had unknowingly sat up and was staring at him.

"What are you doing?"

"The general is awake?"

Zhou Leping's voice dropped, "I'm asking you, what are you doing?"

Zhu Guanliang looked at her calmly and calmly.

"What else can I do?" He took out the contents of the drawer and walked over. "It's time to change the dressing on the General's hand."

When he walked closer, Zhou Leping was finally able to see what was in his hand.

A roll of gauze and a white porcelain bottle.

"The last time I changed the medicine for the general, it was meant for him to use when he needed it. Now it seems that he hasn't used it even once."

Zhu Guanliang took her injured hand and opened the bottle. A layer of the medicinal powder evenly sprinkled on top of the bottle, "This is an injury that the general suffered in order to save me."

He had fainted after being stabbed by a knife the other day. How did he know that she was injured?

As if he knew the question on her mind, he explained again, "I wasn't completely unconscious at that time, and just happened to see the general's heroic posture as he pounced over."

"You were awake when I held you?"

"I was completely unconscious."

Naturally, he was awake and saw some things he hadn't noticed before.

"When I sent the general back earlier, I called for you on the way back, but there was no response. The peerless ability of the general, the hangover was always faster than normal."

It was a sarcastic remark, which meant that she had been pretending to be drunk.

What he said after drinking should not be trusted.

The redness on Zhou Leping's face did not fade as he looked at the layers of gauze covering his palm. He pursed his lips and said, "I am not pretending to be drunk."

The meaning behind his words was obvious, I didn't intentionally pretend to be drunk to let you send me back, I was really drunk.

"I believe the general is drunk."

"What do you mean? I said I was drunk, and you think I was deliberately deceiving you to send me back and then see you rummaging through my room? "

She had indeed been drunk just now, but after being in the military camp for so many years, she had gotten used to having her eyes open whenever there was a slight disturbance.

Because of this habit, she hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since joining the army. She would be woken up several times a night.

It was the same at the moment, but the alcohol had not yet subsided and he still sounded a little childish.

"I believe you." To prove he believed her, he rubbed her head.

It was as though he was coaxing a child. His actions were eerily frightening.

Zhou Leping leaned against the bed with the quilt in his arms, his eyes were unfocused and he dropped his vigilance, "Don't you feel afraid seeing me? Won't I just be unable to watch on? "

"Why should I be afraid?"

"The only people who don't mind me are my big brother and little sister, along with Zhao Deng and you."

But they were not the people she wanted.