Zhao Xiang was also a little dumbfounded, pulled Ping An, and signaled her to be reserved, it is impolite to stare at people like this, even though he is his uncle, he is still a man!
"What's your name?" Ping An suddenly asked.
Zhao Xiang was almost scared by her and fell under the table. It was the first time that someone dared to speak to his uncle so boldly.
Usually even the emperor is very polite when talking to his uncle.
King Yi looked at the little girl next to him unexpectedly, "Why do you ask this?"
"It's nothing, I just want to know, what's your name?" Ping An looked at him persistently.
"Meng Yi." King Yi was not angry, for so many years, almost no one dared to talk to him like this.
"Meng Yi." Ping An repeated the name, no, it wasn't him.
"What? Why are you suddenly interested in this king's name?" King Yi held the wine glass in his hand, and he looked at the fine wine in the glass.
"It's nothing, but the prince reminds me of an old person." Ping'an's voice became a little choked, and after so many years, she wasn't even sure if that person really existed, or if it was just from her previous life. It's over.
Zhao Xiang, "..."
"You drink too much. My uncle has been a prince since he was a child. How could he be your old friend? Stop drinking and eat more food." Zhao Xiang quickly picked up a chicken leg for her.
Ping An didn't say anything, reached out to pick up the chicken leg and gnawed it.
Zhao Xiang, "..."
Definitely drinking too much.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to eat chicken legs so rudely.
"My lord, try it too. This chicken is raised by myself, and it all drinks milk. The taste is definitely different from the ones you have eaten before." Ping An picked up another chicken leg and brought it to Meng Yi.
Zhao Xiang, "..."
I drank too much!
Meng Yi looked at her eager eyes, hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, and in her expectant eyes, put it to his lips and bit it.
The taste is indeed fresh and tender, and the taste of the dishes here is different from those eaten outside, which suits his appetite very much.
"It's delicious, you eat more."
The more Ping An looked at him, the more familiar he felt, and he unconsciously became closer to him.
Afraid of the Lord God of War? nonexistent!
There is no such thing as her being afraid of people in this world.
The emperor was bewitched by Luo Qingrou again, if she did something bad, she should just let Meng Huo usurp the throne.
Next, Ping An enthusiastically gave Yi Wang Anli all kinds of food. Yi Wang was full of food, but he couldn't hold back the little girl's enthusiasm, so he continued to eat.
Until I really can't eat anymore.
"My lord, I'll accompany you... Mmm!"
Ping'an's mouth was tightly covered by Zhao Xiang, and she was not allowed to speak any more. He looked at his uncle at the side and smiled awkwardly, "Uncle, it's getting late, go back and rest, she should be asleep too .”
Yi Wang looked at Zhao Xiang meaningfully.
"Ah!" Zhao Xiang only felt a pain in his hand, he almost jumped up, why did this girl bite
"My lord, don't listen to him. If you live here tonight, I promise you will fall in love with me, Zhuangzi!" Ping An warmly invited.
"Luo Qingqing, pay attention, you are going to become the concubine's concubine!" Zhao Xiangxin said that if Meng Huo saw her like this, Meng Huo would go crazy.
"What's wrong with the concubine? The concubine can't talk to people anymore? Then why don't I do it?" Ping An suddenly fell down after saying this.
Zhao Xiang, "..."
Actually fell asleep.
"Didn't she just drink a jug? How could she be so drunk?" Zhao Xiang looked at the empty jug.
It's not what they brought.
Shui'er came out to look at the situation, yelled, and said, "This is the high-grade wine that the young lady just brewed, and she drank it all up."
"Ah, your lady has released new wine again?" Zhao Xiang looked at her helplessly.
"Yes, the degree is very high, although I don't know what a degree is."
"This wine...is very good, better than any I've ever had before." Meng Yi looked at the wine glass in his hand and smiled.
Zhao Xiang's eyeballs are about to pop out, is uncle smiling
Oh my god, who doesn't know that Meng Yi, the prince of killing gods, is a ghost who never smiles!
It's really the sun coming out of the west.
"Why didn't I drink it? I'll try it." Zhao Xiang wanted to taste it, but was pushed away by Meng Yi. He picked up a jug of wine, turned and left.
Shui'er and Zhao Xiang hurriedly helped Ping An into the bedroom.
Zhao Xiang asked Shui'er to take care of Ping An, so he went after his uncle.
When Zhao Xiang rode out of Zhuangzi on horseback, he couldn't even see his uncle's shadow.
…
When Ping An woke up the next day, holding the quilt in a daze, she suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, and then she felt that Yi Wang was very familiar and resembled him.
She didn't know if it was her own illusion, she really wanted to make sure, but she felt that she was thinking too much, why is he here
Someone was talking outside, and when Ping An raised his head, he saw Meng Huo walking in. He should have just arrived on horseback, and he was still feeling cold.
"Drink too much?" Meng Huo sat down and looked at her.
"Are you cold, come up to warm yourself." Ping An motioned him to get on the bed to warm up.
"Wait a minute." Meng Huo took off the cloak on his body and put it aside, took off his coat again, and then came to the bed, Ping An immediately wrapped the quilt around him.
"I'm fine, I just drank two more glasses and went to bed after drinking. Did you hear Zhao Xiang say that I drank too much?" Ping An looked at him, a little distressed, his face was very cold.
"Well, I met him early this morning, so I came to see you." Meng Huo was tightly wrapped by her, and the smile on his face became brighter. He felt that he was so happy that he could be treated like this by her. love, care.
"I'm fine. You don't need to make a special trip, but don't go back in the morning. It's cold now. I'll go back with you at noon. Let's go back by carriage."
"good!"
The two had breakfast together, and when it was almost noon, the two were going to go to Kyoto.
At this time Zhao Xiang came, got off his horse, and said, "My uncle, he said he thought the wine you brewed tastes good, so I asked you to come and take it away. We will go to war tomorrow morning."
Ping An frowned, and immediately ordered Shui'er to bring all the high-quality wine she brewed and send it to Prince Yi's mansion.
"Uncle Huang drank the wine you brewed?" Meng Huo looked at her wonderingly, why didn't he know when this happened.
"Oh, Zhao Xiang brought your uncle over yesterday, saying that they were going to fight together, so they drank a few glasses of wine together."
Workers have already moved out several jars of wine.
"Thank you! That's it, am I afraid of being scolded? I moved Uncle Huang here so that I don't have to be scolded." Zhao Xiang smiled awkwardly.
"So you drank too much with Uncle Huang?" Meng Huo suddenly became vigilant. This is not Ping An's style, and she is not so enthusiastic about strangers.