OMF V1C119 Drunk Dragon

Qiu Ling didn’t mind such technicalities like getting slapped. He happily smiled at Jing Yi before he gave him back to Madam Zhong. He would have liked to stay with his beloved for longer but he also felt that Madam Zhong was right: His beloved shouldn’t see him drunk. So before his Jing He could catch on to his ignoble condition, he had to separate from him. Thus he turned to Qiang Wei and waved him toward the stairs. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Qiang Wei looked at his king’s back, at the broken flask on the floor, and finally, at a stunned Madam Zhong with an incensed Jing Yi on her arms. Oh, wow. You did it again, Your Majesty. And now you’re leaving the aftermath to me? He cleared his throat and bowed to Madam Zhong. “I’m sorry. Normally, he isn’t like that. Normally he’s …”
“I know. It’s alright.” Madam Zhong smiled wryly. She didn’t feel it in her to be angry. He was obviously very much in love. It was a pity … This love might never come to fruition. Never mind the age difference between them, the worst thing was that the Daoist Master didn’t love her son but the person he had been before.
Madam Zhong’s gaze fell onto Qiang Wei. He had whispered when he tried to get Qiu Ling off her but since Qiu Ling had hugged her, she had still heard. He had called him ‘Your Majesty’ and the person watching ‘His Highness’.
It couldn’t be that her husband had been right, could it? Did this have something to do with the emperor? But no, that wasn’t right either. If it was like that, the Daoist Master would have to be the emperor.
She couldn’t figure it out but she did understand that this was something out of her league. And knowing this … even though she had thought in the beginning that it would be alright to wait and see how things turned out between that man and her son, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Did she really want her Jing’er to meddle with the affairs of royalty?
No, she didn’t. That was what Mister Pi had warned them about. Crouching dragons … Who would fit that description better than someone from the royal family? Even though the things Mister Pi said couldn’t always be trusted, it would be better to distance themselves from that kind of trouble.
But how would they do that? If the Daoist Master was part of the royal family, then distancing themselves from them would equal distancing themselves from the Daoist Master too. And wouldn’t he be offended if they tried or even directly told him? In that case, they would already be right in the situation they wanted to avoid.
Ah, she really didn’t know what to do.
“Then … I’ll better go and have a look at him.” Qiang Wei nodded at her again and followed Qiu Ling upstairs.
His king had managed to get up the stairs without problems but finding an unoccupied room proved to be difficult. He had opened five doors but behind each of them were already people.
“Hm …” Qiu Ling eyed the next two doors, trying to decide which one he should open next.
“Your Majesty!” Qiang Wei hurried over and grabbed his shoulders. “How about I search for a room?”
Qiu Ling frowned. “I want a nice one.”
“Uh … sure.” Qiang Wei gently pushed him down the corridor. There were several doors from behind which he couldn’t hear anything. He wanted to open the first one but Qiu Ling tensed.
“It has to be a nice one!”
Qiang Wei sighed. “Alright, alright. We’ll take the next one.” He pushed him again and opened the door before his king could complain again. “Is this one nice enough?”
Qiu Ling’s gaze flitted around and he finally nodded. “It’s nice. Would Jing He like it?”
Qiang Wei took a look. “I think so.”
Qiu Ling turned around. “It’s not nice. Let’s take another one.”
Qiang Wei raised his brows. “Why would you say so? What’s wrong with the room?”
Qiu Ling frowned and looked at him as if he was an idiot. “You said Jing He would like it.”
“Uh … Isn’t it good if His Highness would like it?”
“But you don’t know him that good. How would you know he’d like the room? You have to be wrong! Let’s take another one.”
“This …” Qiang Wei sighed. “There’s no point in arguing with a drunk, is there?” He really wished Yi Zan had been with him. He was better at understanding their king and calming him down if something happened.
He pulled Qiu Ling with him to the next door. “How about this one?” He opened the door and — seeing that Qiu Ling wanted to complain again — pushed him in.
Qiu Ling wanted to erupt but then he saw the room. Mn … Blue … It was blue. Just like Jing He’s robe that day … He shuffled forward, plopped down and hugged the table. “Ah … Jing He …”
Qiang Wei’s lips twitched. He closed the door and sat opposite his king. For a while, nothing beside their breaths could be heard. Qiang Wei started hoping that maybe, just maybe he was lucky and his king had fallen asleep.
Then Qiu Ling jerked up and stared at him.
Qiang Wei gulped. What now? “Is … is something the matter?”
Qiu Ling squinted. “We were drinking. Where’s the wine?”
“You smashed the flask.”
Qiu Ling frowned. Did he? He couldn’t remember. He thoughtfully ran a finger over his lower lip but it hurt and his skin got sticky. He had a look and realized that there was blood. Huh? How come his finger was bleeding?
He tilted his head and moved his hand as if he could solve this puzzling question that way. Of course, in his drunken stupor, he couldn’t come up with anything. There was only one last resort: He looked up at Qiang Wei and raised his brows.
“You kissed the crown prince’s mortal reincarnation.”
Qiu Ling smiled and dropped his hand, not caring about the blood any longer. “I did!”
Qiang Wei’s eyelid twitched. So his king had really been too fast before. Now he was finally drunk. So please, just collapse, would you?
“Mn. Jing He …” Qiu Ling’s expression fell. “I’ve never drunk with Jing He before.”
“You shouldn’t do that even in the future.”
“Mn.” Qiu Ling tilted his head even further. “But … he’d certainly be cute if he got drunk. Ah … I want to see it.”
Qiang Wei saved his comment on that.
Unfortunately, with nobody interjecting something, Qiu Ling was left to his own devices. And no, a drunk, lovelorn dragon being left to his own thoughts was not a good idea.
“I want to see him.”

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