Arriving at Dingbei Hou Mansion, Xinfang walked in easily, after all he often came here, and the concierge of Dingbei Hou Mansion recognized him.
Ever since Gu Moxiao became Marquis of Dingbei, this mansion has become the temporary residence of Jiangyun Pavilion.
Gu Moxiao didn't go to court in the past few days on leave, and drank in the mansion all day long.
He was so distraught that he couldn't bring himself to do anything. He just wanted to get drunk here so that he wouldn't think about these things anymore.
When Xinfang walked into the main hall, he happened to see Gu Moxiao slumped on the ground, leaning against the chair drunkenly, surrounded by empty wine jars.
Seeing Gu Moxiao like this, Xinfang felt annoyed for a while.
He walked over, grabbed Gu Moxiao by the collar, and shouted, "Young master! What are you doing?"
Gu Moxiao was in a daze, and was a little dazed when he was pulled up so suddenly.
"Father!" Xinling ran over, a little surprised that Xinfang would appear.
"What are you eating? The young master is drinking like this, and you are so unstoppable?!" Xinfang couldn't help but angrily said when he saw his son.
Xinling went over to help Gu Moxiao and let him sit down: "Father, the master feels uncomfortable. He can feel better after drinking some wine, so you can let him drink."
"What problem can drinking solve? Doesn't Miss Chu feel uncomfortable?" Xinfang retorted, "No one will suffer more than Miss Chu, but she is not decadent, and is even trying to find a solution, but what about the young master? How does this look like the young master of our Jiangyun Pavilion should look like?!"
"Father!" Xinling refused to let Xinbin say, "Master, he suddenly knew these things, and no one would accept it. Why can you understand Miss Chu, but not master?"
"I understand what is the use of him?" Xinfang was about to slap the table, "Don't you and the young master know the current situation in the court? If the young master never recovers, who will benefit? Have you ever thought about it?!"
These words were like a slap in the face, causing Xinling's eyes to widen suddenly.
This is indeed the truth. Gu Moxiao is now very prosperous in the court, but once he collapses, the Dingbei Hou Mansion will definitely be trampled under his feet, and the one who benefits is Prince Shun or Prince Linjiang, It definitely won't be Gu Moxiao's.
Seeing the bewilderment on Xinling's face, Xinfang finally sighed, took out a letter from his bosom, and handed it to Xinling: "Don't let the young master drink anymore, when the young master sobers up, we will Give this letter to the young master, he will understand after reading it."
"Yes." Xinling took it and didn't say anything more, comparing what his father said was right.
Xinfang looked at the drunk Gu Moxiao again, sighed, turned and left.
Later, Xinling helped Gu Moxiao go back to the bedroom to rest.
It was already the second day when Gu Moxiao sobered up.
He endured the headache and got up from the bed, recalling what Xinfang said yesterday.
Yes, he heard it all, and he heard it very clearly.
Chu Yunluo was more uncomfortable than herself, but who let her get involved in these things?
As for the future of myself and Chu Yunluo
Will there be a future to speak of?
"Master, are you awake?" Xinling walked in from the outside, saw Gu Moxiao get up, walked over, and took out the letter from yesterday, "Master, this is what my father asked me to hand over to you .¡± (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com