Zhao Ruoxue felt uncomfortable. She walked over with the wine glass in her hand, and her eyes swept across Jiang Qingqing's body with a chill, "Sister-in-law, I toast you a glass of wine."
This was the first time Zhao Ruoxue called Jiang Qingqing's sister-in-law, which was very strange.
"Ruoxue, your sister-in-law..."
"Aunt Xiu, it's rare for Ruoxue to be in such a good mood today, it's alright, it's just a glass of wine." Jiang Qingqing filled the wine.
Where does Zhao Ruoxue have any good thoughts, she just wants to crush her.
Although she is not good at drinking, she is not afraid of her.
When the glass cups touched, there was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air, Jiang Qingqing drank it all, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his lips, and smiled lightly.
Zhao Ruoxue didn't get bored for a while.
As soon as he looked up, he saw the bottom of a glass of wine. "Sister-in-law, can I sit next to you? Speaking of which, we have known each other for a long time, but there are few opportunities to eat together."
It's not that Aunt Xiu didn't know about Zhao Ruoxue's persistence, but she had been thinking about marrying into the Qin palace since she was a child.
In this situation, how could the two of them sit together.
She stepped forward a few steps and stood between them, "Ruoxue, if you want to catch up with your sister-in-law, there is a chance, and it's not too late."
"Aunt Xiu."
"Be obedient." Aunt Xiu's tone contained a hint of warning.
Even if Zhao Ruoxue was unhappy, she still wanted to give face to Aunt Xiu. She clenched her glass tightly and turned to leave.
"Qingqing, I'll ask them to cook you some hangover soup."
"It's okay, before I came, I had a hangover, and I can live with it." Jiang Qingqing explained.
She could understand why Murong Chi felt at ease to call her Aunt Xiu. She was really a very good elder. In terms of closeness, it must be that Zhao Ruoxue, who she had grown up with since childhood, was more close than herself.
But she protected herself wholeheartedly, which made her heart feel unreasonably warm.
Once, her aunt protected her like this.
pity…
"Qingqing?"
Aunt Xiu called twice before Jiang Qingqing responded.
The two took their seats, Aunt Xiu asked some questions, and Jiang Qingqing answered them one by one.
Halfway through the banquet, everyone present drank a lot, and Aunt Xiu blocked a lot of wine for her, and her face turned red.
Jiang Qingqing glanced at the table next to her. Murong Chi was still surrounded by people who were constantly toasting. It was estimated that he should go back very late tonight.
And at the table on her side, many people who couldn't bear the alcohol have gone back, which means that if she wants to leave, she can leave now.
Jiang Qingqing hesitated for a while, then supported Aunt Xiu, asked the way, and sent her back to the house.
"You child, let the servants take me off. If you have to run by yourself, you are tired from traveling during the day."
"Actually, I went up the mountain and slept for a while, but now I'm in good spirits. It's Aunt Xiu, who blocked so much wine for me. It's reasonable, I should send you back."
When Aunt Xiu saw that she was sensible and considerate, she liked her more in her heart.
She couldn't understand Xiaochi's temperament any more.
Even to her aunt, he had a cold face, or he was expressionless. From childhood to adulthood, he had only a handful of smiles.
But this time was different, Xiaochi brought this woman back, and the whole person was different.
She knew that Xiao Chi liked this woman.
As long as Xiaochi is happy, she doesn't care about anything else, "Qingqing, this child Xiaochi has suffered a lot since he was a child, don't look at him as high above, in fact, he is very lonely, and you will be with him in the future, I will Don't worry too."
"Don't worry, Aunt Xiu, I will take good care of him."
After the two talked, Aunt Xiu asked the maid to send Jiang Qingqing back.
When entering the room, there was a strong smell of alcohol in the room. Yu Qian was by the bed, holding a bowl of sober soup in his hand, and Forsythia stood beside him, his expression not very good-looking.
"Miss, you are back."
"Princess, the lord is drunk."
This is the first time Jiang Qingqing has seen Murong Chi so drunk. He has always been extremely restrained.
Now... it's rare.
"You put your things down, I'll come."
"Miss, can you do it alone?" Forsythia was a little worried, what if the prince was drunk and crazy
Although the young lady knows martial arts, she is still a woman.
Jiang Qingqing understood the worry in her eyes and smiled, "Don't worry."
Forsythia then went out with Yu Qian.
Jiang Qingqing glanced at the hangover soup, held it in his hand, and fed it for a long time, but couldn't feed it.
Now she can understand why both Yu Qian and Forsythia looked embarrassed just now.
She thought for a while, took a sip, and pressed it down.
There is a faint aroma of wine between the lips and teeth, with a slight throbbing.
Repeat this several times before feeding.
Drunk too.
However, the way he was sleeping peacefully was particularly attractive.
This man is too good looking.
Jiang Qingqing looked at it, and there was an impulse.
She leaned down slowly, but reacted suddenly.
What is she doing
Do you want to take advantage of Murong Chi's drunkenness to despise him
If she wanted to, she could be bright and upright. Only when the two were sober would they achieve the greatest fit.
Sure enough, drinking is a mistake.
So that she can't even start teasing.
Jiang Qingqing sighed and got up, only to find that her sleeve was pulled.
She thought she was pulling somewhere, turned around, and saw Murong Chi supporting her head with one hand and pulling her sleeve with the other, just looking at her like that, the playfulness in his eyes could not be concealed.
"So, my princess wants to eat me so much?"
Jiang Qingqing blushed, not wanting to admit what she was thinking, "Are you pretending to be drunk?"
"Qingqing, sit down."
Jiang Qingqing didn't move.
His wife ignored him.
Murong Chi frowned, "Qingqing, my head hurts a little."
"How much did you drink? I'll send someone to serve the hangover soup." Jiang Qingqing finally couldn't bear to ignore him.
Murong smiled slyly, "It won't hurt when you're by my side." As he said that, he pulled her over and leaned into her arms.
Forehead!
Is this still Murong Chi
What about Gao Leng
Why is it so easy to talk about love now
How did she feel that he was like a child who was secretly rejoicing when he got candy
However, Murong Chi, who lost the chill all over her body, was very useful to her.
At least, his tenderness and tenderness were all directed towards her alone.
Jiang Qingqing hooked her lips, "You already knew that they would embarrass me and arranged for Aunt Xiu to take care of me?"
Otherwise, how can today's banquet be spent without wind and waves.
Although she didn't say it, she could see it. Half of the people at the banquet looked at her with hatred.
Like that, it seemed that she stole their most precious thing.
"Qingqing, are you sleepy?"
"I slept a lot during the day, but I'm fine now." Jiang Qingqing said honestly.
After the words fell, Murong Chi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his deep eyes became a little hot, "Since we're not tired, let's do something meaningful."
"No... um..." Jiang Qingqing swallowed all her words.
The curtain fell, and the indoor temperature gradually rose.
Unfortunately, there was a sudden knock on the door.