Jiang Ling looked at the drunk Jiang Lai and frowned, thinking that what she had just done was indeed something a drunkard could do, but why did everything she did seem to be intentional?

Why did she come to the study to find Jiang Xiong after being drunk?

Or did she already know that someone would visit the study tonight, pretending to be drunk to find out?

Jiang Ling couldn't make up his mind. He was always good at discerning people's hearts and couldn't tell whether Jiang Lai was really drunk or fake.

Whether it's true or false, you'll know once you try it.

With that said, Jiang Ling picked up Jiang Lai and hugged him sideways.

"I will send her back to rest, and you will continue to guard her closely."

"Yes, Major General."

Jiang Ling was very tall and incredibly strong. He used a long halberd weighing nearly a hundred kilograms on the battlefield, so it was easy to carry Jiang Lai, who weighed less than a hundred kilograms. Jiang Ling even thought that he was holding a halberd.

A ball of cotton.

The whole body is soft, especially the touch under the hands. It is especially soft, as if there are no bones, and it can be manipulated at will.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling couldn't help but think of the scene last night when Murong Dun couldn't wait to go back to his room.

What will happen to Jiang Lai when the two of them collapse?

Is it as soft as now, letting Murong Dun manipulate it?

Jiang Lai seemed to be sleeping and waking up, and she kept mumbling something. Then another gust of cold wind blew and she suddenly started struggling. She kept mumbling in Jiang Ling's arms.

"Dad...fly a kite...I want a kite..."

In order to prevent her from falling, Jiang Ling held her with one hand, pinched Jiang Lai's restless legs with the other hand, and quickened his pace.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lai looked thin, but the touch on his legs was really elastic and full, like a ball of dough. Jiang Ling's palms were hot, and looking at Jiang Lai's drunken state, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Jiang Lai?"

"Um……"

"Looking at me, can you still recognize who I am?"

Jiang Lai looked up at him obediently. From this angle, she could only see his chin, but her face could not be seen clearly.

"You...you are..."

After saying that, Jiang Lai reached out and touched Jiang Ling's chin. It was smooth and delicate with no stubble at all. He touched his face again and it felt even better.

"You are very good-looking..."

"Don't recognize me?"

Jiang Ling couldn't control Jiang Lai's restless claws, so she could only raise her head as high as possible to keep her out of reach.

"You are so good-looking, you, you are my husband!"

As he spoke, Jiang Lai hugged his neck, rubbed his face against Jiang Ling's chin affectionately and passionately, and shouted randomly.

"Husband, husband, I feel so uncomfortable, I feel dizzy... I want to fly a kite..."

Jiang Ling was now 70% convinced that she was indeed drunk. Even her favorite husband could admit his mistake, and he didn't know what her expression would be like when she woke up and thought about it.

Forget it, it's not worth believing what a drunkard like this asks, so let's send her back as soon as possible.

Jiang Lai was still rubbing her hard. The whole thing in the middle of the night made Jiang Ling angry. The two were not related by blood, and Jiang Ling had never seen her as a sister. The lonely man hugged her in the middle of the night.

After all, the drunk woman was indeed pretty. The most terrible thing was that Jiang Ling, who had never been close to women and had no interest in women from the Central Plains for so many years, actually found Jiang Lai in front of him particularly charming.

This thought came to me when I was lying in her arms after that serious injury.

Moreover, every time I see it, this feeling becomes stronger every time.

Until now, it had even evolved to the point where he felt unhappy whenever he saw Murong Dun. Especially last night, he had a sleepless night.

Jiang Ling frowned and scolded in a low voice.

"Jiang Lai! Be honest! You have seen clearly who I am!"

Jiang Lai stood up in his arms, and Jiang Ling had no choice but to hold her legs so that they could face each other.

"See clearly? Your husband is as good-looking as me?"

Jiang Lai's eyes are misty, as if covered with a layer of fog. The moonlight is bright tonight and her face is particularly soft. Her eyes are staring at you carefully, as if she can talk.

"You are good-looking and you are my husband."

"..."

Jiang Ling really wanted to bring her up to Murong Dun and let him listen to what Jiang Lai had to say.

Could it be that this woman likes Murong Dun so much and just covets his pretty and handsome face?

Then he looks pretty good, why...

No, Jiang Ling frowned and shook off the thoughts in his heart.

Feeling more and more that the person in his arms was a trouble, Jiang Ling quickened his pace and walked around the lake to the outside of Jiang Lai's courtyard. He used Qinggong to fly over the courtyard wall and outside the house.

The lights were being lit in the house, and there were voices inside.

Jiang Ling subconsciously hid under the window and listened to the conversations of the people inside.

"If it doesn't work this time, there will be a next time. Don't be so frustrated and blame yourself."

Murong Dun's tone was filled with distress. Jiang Ling subconsciously looked at Jiang Lai in his arms. When he lowered his head, he saw a pair of bright and beautiful eyes, staring at him seriously.

Jiang Ling frowned, not wanting to look into her eyes, so he simply covered her face with his sleeves.

"Sanlang, the blood feud tortures me day and night. Whenever I think that Jiang Xiong can live one more day in this world, my heart feels as if it is fried in oil."

"I understand, I'm useless and can't help you."

"Don't say that. You have helped me too much. How could I have gotten in without your iron-clad walls? This failure was all because of Jiang Lai. I suspect...she has noticed something."

Murong Dun immediately denied it.

"No, Jiang Lai has a simple temper and trusts me very much. He will not doubt me. You don't have to worry about this."

simple?

Jiang Ling opened her sleeves and looked down at the woman in her arms. She must have fallen asleep, her eyes were half open and half closed, and her long eyelashes were thick and curled.

It looks a bit stupider now.

The person next to my pillow only wants to use herself, and she laughs at everyone in a stupid and fearless way all day long. How can she be Jiang Xiong's daughter when she is so stupid?

"Sanlang, do you like Jiang Lai very much?"

It was quiet for a while, and then he replied after a long while.

"It's not that I like her, I may feel more guilty. After the matter is completed, I will give her a letter of divorce and some money to let her leave."

"But she is the daughter of a sycophantic minister. No matter what happens, she can't escape the fact that she grew up with the support of the people. No matter what, I can't sympathize with her. Do you think I'm too cold-blooded?"

"Of course not..."

What a couple.

Jiang Ling began to feel sorry for Jiang Lai.

But it was all her own fault, as she was the one who allowed her to be obsessed with Murong Dun.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lai suddenly frowned and muttered uncomfortably.

"It's so hot...I want to sleep...Xiaolian——"

Before the words could be shouted out, Jiang Ling quickly covered her mouth with quick eyes and hands, hugged her, turned around to cheer her up, and rolled out of the backyard, heading towards her own yard.
Chapter completed!