373 cousins, cousins

Zhong Qingyang glanced at the prince of Xian Wang, and saw that he was looking at him thoughtfully, with a very worried face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Her heart warmed, and she raised her head and said, "Cousin, the moonlight outside is very good today, shall we eat wine and admire the moon in the courtyard?"

The prince looked at the window by the south, the moonlight outside was like silver, shining brightly, but the moon had already risen to the sky, was the hour too late?

He was just about to refuse, but when he saw his cousin opening him expectantly with a pair of melancholy eyes, his heart softened, she was sad that she had just been dismissed, and when her cousin didn't accompany anyone, he sighed that it was a pity that Fuwan was not there, otherwise he could help her share some of it, and said, "Let's put the wine and food under the window, let my mother know that I will take you to drink." Tomorrow I will scold me for not understanding the rules. ”

Zhong Qingyang was overjoyed, nodded and agreed: "It's all up to my cousin." ”

The prince of Xian Wang accompanied Zhong Qingyang to drink and admire the moon, he was afraid that Zhong Qingyang would get drunk, so he asked his subordinates to take out the fruit wine in the wine cellar, because he likes to drink white wine on weekdays, so he never touches the sweet and delicious fruit wine, thinking that the wine is just called wine, and it will not be intoxicating.

But Zhong Qingyang was a little drunk after two cups, she saw that the son of Xianwang still had a large amount, so she stopped drinking, and persuaded the prince of Xianwang to drink, and the two began to recall when they were children, and they talked about some wonderful things when they grew up.

At this time, the third watch has passed, and the servants are a little sleepy.

Zhong Qingyang saw that the prince of Xian Wang was also drunk, and ordered left and right: "You guys go down, I'll talk to my cousin well." ”

The first prince lowered his head and waved his hands: "Go down." ”

When everyone left, Zhong Qingyang saw that the prince of Xian Wang couldn't seem to support it, so he poured him another glass of wine and asked, "Cousin, have you drunk too much?"

King Xian's closed eyes opened suddenly, and he raised his head and raised his glass, "How can I let you get drunk and still drink." ”

He took another drink, then asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhong Qingyang heard that he still remembered that they were just reminiscing about the past, and it seemed that there was really not much.

He asked softly, "Cousin, do you like Miss Zhou Qingye very much?"

Xianwang Shizi looked at her with a smile and pointed to the red flower on her head: "She is like a gorgeous red flower, who doesn't like flowers?" nodded: "She also healed your throat and saved Fuwan, how can I not like her? I like her." ”

Zhong Qingyang was unhappy in his heart, his face did not change, and he said, "Then why didn't my cousin tell Miss Zhou?"

The prince of Xianwang smiled: "It's useless." He flattened his mouth again: "Originally, my father had already proposed to the emperor's uncle to help me get married, but the news happened that Miss Zhou couldn't have children, so it was impossible for the two of us to be together." ”

Zhong Qingyang smiled slightly when he heard this, and said in his heart Fortunately, I passed the news to Shao Shi Wanqing, otherwise wouldn't my cousin become her husband?

He said, "Does my cousin value children so much? Then find a concubine and give birth to one, if Miss Zhou doesn't like it, can't she send the concubine away after giving birth?"

Xianwang Shizi reached out and touched Zhong Qingyang's left cheek: "Silly sister, in fact, I don't pay so much attention to children, but Miss once dragged Changming to bring me a message, and clearly said that she would not marry the surname Zhu, it was just that I didn't give up, and then there was this incident, I saw that she and Brother Junyuan were getting better and better, so I didn't want to bother Miss anymore." ”

Zhong Qingyang's heart sank, could it be that Zhou Qingye had rejected her cousin a long time ago?

It's really a rival in love who likes her cousin, she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it, it's so difficult to be a rival in love.

Zhong Qingyang asked: "Do you still like her now?" Since she has rejected you, let's ignore her in the future, she is not a big deal." ”

King Xian just shook his head.

Zhong Qingyang couldn't raise his head when he saw that he was drunk, but he still wanted to know the answer, so he stood up and pushed his arm: "Cousin, do you still like her now?"

King Xian muttered: "Miss has never liked me, nor has she ever teased me, although we can't get married, but good brothers can still do it." ”

"Cousin doesn't hate her?"

First of all, Shizi looked at Zhong Qingyang with blinking eyes, and stretched out a hand: "The weather has just turned cold, I met Miss on the street, that is when I was still a bastard, Miss was not as generous as she is now, but she is different, she is dressed in red, jumped out of the carriage, and looked at everyone with coldness and disdain, she knew that we were playing with him and was not annoyed, she only glanced at Dongbao, smiled slightly and asked the next person to give us money, the next person still didn't understand, she said that Dongbao's life was not long, and then Dongbao was really sick. Speaking of this, the prince of Xianwang Shizi's eyes were vain, and his face was full of fascination: "Miss's medical skills are really clever, and she only used a bowl of carp soup to save Dongbao." But she is still different from other doctors who save people, the doctor has a hanging pot to help the world to flaunt his carelessness by not accepting medical fees, or he is mercenary to buy high-priced medicinal materials to trick people and harm others, she is not like this, she just uses a bowl of carp soup and a few copper plates, but she dares to ask for 10,000 taels of silver. ”

Zhong Qingyang muttered in his heart, has such a black heart become cute?

Xianwang Shizi thought of all the interactions with Lin Xiaojue, suddenly smiled and suddenly became sad, grabbed Zhong Qingyang's hand, and said in frustration: "Cousin, you said that I am getting better and better, no longer spending all day drinking, no longer bullying the market, no longer messing around and embarrassing my parents, the imperial envoy has not participated in me for half a year, but why am I becoming more and more unhappy? It seems that I still have to do bad things." ”

Zhong Qingyang: "......"

She was sad and distressed, sad and appreciative of people's growth is not because of herself, distressed that her sweetheart has finally grown into a reasonable and sensible man, and that carefree cousin is really gone.

Zhong Qingyang sat on the side of the prince of Xian, leaned his head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Cousin, you can marry me." ”

There was silence in the room.

Zhong Qingyang's heart was pounding when he said this, and he didn't know what answer his cousin would give her: "Cousin, are you talking?"

The man next to him snorted and didn't say anything.

Zhong Qingyang's eyes gradually darkened, and he said in a low voice: "It's okay cousin, anyway, whatever you say, you are drunk, and you don't remember the next day, you can marry me." ”

"Purr ......"

The snoring was loud and small.

Zhong Qingyang sat up straight and looked at the prince of Xianwang, and when he saw that the head was on the table, he had already said that he was looking for it.

Is......

Zhong Qingyang dragged the Xianwang Shizi to the bed with great effort, and then went to the window to pour wine, thought about it, picked up the wine jug and drank a big sip to the spout, this is the liquor that the Xianwang Shizi drank, the entrance was spicy, and she choked on tears.

Holding her breath and coughing, she drank the rest of the bottom of the pot again, and gradually dared to drink her head, she hurriedly walked to the outer room, and slept with her clothes on the kang in the outer room. (To be continued.) )