I am engaged in construction in ancient times

Chapter 95 ...

Duan Shubai drank more than a dozen jars of wine by himself, and he was satisfied.

After the banquet, he returned to his room with a jar of wine. Just as he was about to enter the room, Duan Shubai thought with his head full of wine, and hid the jar by the door. When he was about to get up, he paused, picked up the jar again, and drank it all in one breath. Then he clapped his hands in satisfaction and kicked the round jar on the ground away.

The jar rolled and rolled until it stopped by the pillar in the distance.

The lights in the room were all off. Xiao Yuhe left the door open for him. Duan Shubai tiptoed and pushed the door open. He went in. Xiao Yuhe, who was lying on the bed, got up with the light on, put on a set of underwear, and came down barefoot to light a few candles.

"Yuhe, you haven't slept yet."

"I can't sleep, I'll wait for you."

Duan Shubai walked into the room and sat down at the table. He was drunk and looked like a wine jar. Xiao Yuhe went over and poured him a cup of tea. Duan Shubai took the teacup from his hand, looked at the tea simmering under the candlelight, and suddenly joked: "You didn't pour me a sobering soup, did you?"

Duan Shubai recalled the bowl of sobering soup he had drunk, which was also handed to him by Xiao Yuhe without any expression. Now he still felt a little creepy when he recalled it, and felt sympathetic.

But he laughed secretly in his heart. At the beginning, Xiao Yuhe dared to cheat him because they had not yet talked about their feelings. Now he is his own good husband. He loves and cares about his husband the most. How could he bear to use the sour hangover soup to greet him?

Duan Shubai smiled sweetly, opened the teacup and blew a breath. The tea was still warm.

Xiao Yuhe was wearing a thick fur cloak, holding his chin with his hand to look at Duan Shubai under the candlelight. The more he looked at the "beauty" under the lamp, the more attractive he was. His husband was indeed very handsome. Among a group of soldiers, he was the most outstanding, the most heroic, and the most attractive to his eldest son Xiao.

Hearing Duan Shubai's words, he blinked his beautiful fox eyes, smiled lightly, and said a calm sentence with his rosy lips, "It's the hangover soup. Don't you smell it?"

Duan Shubai: "???"

Duan Shubai paused and almost choked on his own saliva.

One should not be too confident.

Duan Shubai's mouth twitched: "I really have to thank you for reminding my husband."

Xiao Yuhe smiled gently and nodded, his watery eyes fixed on him, as if waiting for him to drink the hangover soup.

Meeting those eyes, Duan Shubai looked at the swaying water in the teacup, closed his eyes, drank it all in one gulp like a warrior, opened his eyes again, pulled the chair to sit opposite Xiao Yuhe, the two of them were eye to eye, nose to nose, and the smile on Xiao Yuhe's mouth was blocked before it could pop out.

"Mmm...mm--"

Xiao Yuhe struggled desperately, but still couldn't stop the soup from passing through his lips and tongue. The taste of this hangover soup was stimulating, even more sour than the freshly picked tender green oranges. Duan Shubai just took a big sip and held it all in his mouth without swallowing it. Now he poured half of it into Xiao Yuhe's mouth.

Too much joy brings sorrow!

Xiao Yuhe tasted the hangover soup with chopsticks, and suddenly he was swallowed by half a mouthful. The sour taste rushed to the tip of his nose, and his tongue seemed not to belong to him.