He seemed to be in a good mood, with a slight smile in his eyes.
Qiao Ran pursed her lips slightly, but she didn't dare to disobey, so she silently walked down the stone steps of the water platform and boarded Sheng Bianmo's boat.
Before Shengbian Mo put down his hand, Qiao Ran could only put her hand on his. Shengbian Mo then gently held her cold hand, held her hand, and held her hand. Brought into the painting boat.
At this time, on another boat following not far away, when Li Hai saw that His Highness the Crown Prince was going to pick up the beauty, he suddenly realized that he did not dare to disturb His Highness the Crown Prince's elegance, so he followed him from a distance. .
Shengbian Mo just asked the boatman to drive to a quieter place, while he personally poured wine for Qiao Ran in the boat. When he handed it over, Qiao Ran visibly paused. Shengbian Mo looked at her and asked in a low voice: "Don't know how to drink?"
Qiao Ran shook his head, but finally took the cup handed over by His Royal Highness, took a sip of wine, and lowered his head.
Sheng Bian Mo was probably really drunk. Even at this time, he was still very greedy for wine. After finishing another glass, his voice was very low: "What's your name?"
Qiao Ran's voice was still low and cold: "Qiao Ran."
"Qiao, Ran," Shengbian Mopo said these two words repeatedly in front of Qiao Ran with a contemplation. After a while, he toasted her with another glass of wine and said with a smile: "You sing It sounds great.”
Qiao Ran held the cup and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your compliments." Then he drank the wine obediently.
The hot wine seemed to have choked her throat accidentally. Qiao Ran just coughed a few times, and there were some wet marks at the corners of her eyes. Her eye makeup was red again, and she looked at him with a cold attitude that I felt pity for.
Shengbian Mo looked at her, his throat tightening: "Are you okay?"
Qiao Ran nodded, and his voice became slightly uncomfortable: "Your Highness, can I... go back?"
Shengbian asked more politely: "Are you okay?"
Qiao Ran shouldn't be disobedient, but when he thought of the troupe leader's temperament, he nodded gently and said, "Yes."
"Okay, I will take you back."
Shengbian Mo stood up from the boat, but because he was drunk and on the boat, he staggered a little. He wanted to get out, but his standing was not stable at all. Qiao Ran came out. Yu Haoxin stood up and went to help him, but as soon as his hand touched Sheng Bian Mo's arm, the boat swayed again. This time, the drunk Sheng Bian Mo directly pushed Qiao Ran down...
Qiao Ran groaned in pain as his whole body was pressed against her, her breathing trembled slightly, and it even caught Sheng Bian Mo's soul.
Shengbian Mo had simply lost his mind. He held Qiao Ran's cold and slender hands tightly, pressed her under him, and stared at her red lips and white teeth... His breathing slowly became heavier.
Finally, Qiao Ran's cold eyes showed a trace of panic. She struggled and suppressed her voice and shouted: "Your Highness... let go..."
Before he finished speaking, Qiao Ran's lips were blocked by Sheng Bianmo.
Just as Sheng Bianmo expected, her body was filled with the faint and refreshing fragrance of plum blossoms.
The tangled hair, disordered breathing, struggling fingertips, and a voice that was a thousand times more sultry than the singing on the stage were all under his body.
…
The ship docked at some point, and it was quiet all around, far away from the center of Qinxin Lake.
(End of chapter)