Chapter 323 What Kind of Uncle Are You?

Zhao Shu was sitting on a chair, and she was pulling the hem of his robe, looking at her speechlessly.

Her face was flushed, obviously drunk.

This woman's alcohol capacity is too bad.

"Let go of me first." Zhao Shu said.

"Don't let go!" Yun Dai held him down, breathing alcohol into his face, "You, what kind of uncle are you? Your nephew has been imprisoned, and you still have time to eat and drink here!"

Zhao Shu: "..."

He pulled her paws away, straightened her robe, and said: "This king is just a subject, how can I care about the affairs between father and son at will?"

"You have to take care of it! Nephew... son, don't you have a son too?"

"You woman, don't mess around, okay?" Zhao Shu was afraid that she would jump on him again, so he simply stood up and moved away from her.

Yun Dai's head became more and more heavy, her stomach was rolling, and she wanted to vomit.

She supported the table and sat down slowly, feeling a little confused in her mind.

"What kind of bullshit prince are you... With heavy soldiers in your hands, you can't even manage a foolish emperor..."

"..."

Zhao Shu frowned and glanced towards the door.

The butler hurried away.

It was very quiet.

Zhao Shu said: "The emperor wants to teach Yuan Jing a lesson, but not to kill him. It's you, I'm afraid it's not very good."

"Zhao Yuanjing is not good, and I am not good either." Yun Dai propped her head on her hands, feeling dizzy and sick all over, and didn't want to say much.

Zhao Shu said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Go and beat the old emperor! Make him sober!"

"No." Zhao Shu said, "Is there anything else?"

Yun Dai stood up abruptly.

Zhao Shu looked at her.

"Where's the toilet?" She covered her mouth.

"What bucket?"

Yun Dai couldn't bear it any longer, rushed outside, hugged a tree and vomited wildly.

Zhao Shu raised his hand, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and sighed.

Yun Dai finished vomiting, feeling dizzy and weak, and squatted down against the tree.

Zhao Shu walked over, and the snow fell on her tied hair.

She was wearing a flying fish suit and her hair was tied up, like a slender and beautiful little boy.

"Go inside." Zhao Shu said.

Yun Dai raised her head and extended her hand to him.

Zhao Shu stood still.

"Give me a hand." Yun Dai muttered dissatisfied.

"Get up by yourself." Zhao Shu turned and walked towards the house, "If you still want me to help you, come here. Otherwise, stay away, and then spit into my palace, and I will take care of you."

Yun Dai heard the word "willing to help" in her drowsy mind, and stood up without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, he stood up suddenly, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.

The whole person threw himself into the snow and ate a mouthful of snow.

Fortunately, the snowdrifts were extremely thick, otherwise it would have been a hard fall.

Zhao Shu looked back and saw that the corners of his lips were curled up. He wanted to laugh but held back, and just said, "You're so stupid."

He returned, walked up to her, reached out and grabbed the belt of her flying fish suit, lifted her up, walked all the way into the room, and gently placed her in the chair.

He knelt down, looked into her eyes, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Yun Dai wiped off the snow on her face with her sleeve, the cold snow and vomited cleanly made her wake up a bit.

"My lord, can you really help me?" she said.

"You can think of a way by yourself." Zhao Shu said, "If there is anything that needs my help, I can help appropriately."

Yun Dai frowned: "But the emperor has been staying in the Yufu Palace and refused to come out, not to mention the clan ministers, even the Empress Dowager Liu Guifei and the others can't force their way in."