"Oh." Song Yuchen slowly withdrew his gaze, "That's to be able to drink, it's good." ”

Shi Qingran, "......"

She really admired it very much, and she couldn't figure it out, I don't know how this person could describe the bad cliché of "shameless" to the extreme, and behave so calmly and calmly.

As the old saying goes, a slap doesn't make a sound, but His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan slaps loudly. The most annoying thing is that this person pretends to be deaf and dumb and is very confident, with a clear conscience on his face, but when he looks at Shi Qingran, who is stunned, it seems that she is the person who should be weak-hearted.

"You don't have to go out and get wine." Song Yuchen said indifferently, "I just called it, and it should be sent over soon." ”

As he spoke, he turned slightly sideways and patted the stool next to him, "Sit down." ”

Shi Qingran glanced him up and down in horror, and always felt that this person's actions tonight were a little weird.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan put on the face that seemed to be thin and white but was actually invulnerable, and quietly dispatched an innocent and clear look to her, and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Princess Zhennan, who had no prospects, was easily sucked in by his eyes and almost drowned.

This honor came unexpectedly, so much so that Shi Qingran almost bit his tongue when he replied, "Your Highness tonight-"

Song Yuchen immediately glanced over silently.

Shi Qingran immediately changed his words, and said a lot roughly, "Ahem, what, why did you suddenly remember to drink with me tonight?" ”

Speaking of which, the last time the two raised a glass and drank together, it was on the wedding night.

When the sky is not afraid of the earth in Qishan, the eldest lady and the eldest girl are on the sedan chair, they are very happy when they try on the wedding dress, and they are also very happy when they go out.

It wasn't until she actually sat on the bed in the red new house that she tasted a little nervous.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan got married, and the people who came to congratulate him with large bags and small bags almost broke the threshold of the palace, and the maids and maids up and down the palace went to the front to entertain the guests, but the bride, who should have been the most eye-catching, sat alone.

Shi Qingran sat uncomfortably, his neck was pressed by more than eight catties of gold hairpin jewelry, and he felt more and more that he didn't feel like a bride, but like a suckling pig that was only shiny with honey cheese and ready to be put on the table at any time.

Secretly sad for a while, Shi Qingran sincerely thought for the first time that too much jewelry was not a good thing.

So she quietly raised a hand and grabbed the corner of her hijab, wanting to gently lift it to take a look at what was going on around her.

She knew very well that this action had to be done very carefully.

Before going out, Lang'er made a special trip to talk to her for a while, and all the chatter was all about those red tape, such as "you have to raise your ankles to enter the door and not be thrown by the threshold".

In such a tired and unbelievable rule in Shi Qingran's eyes, only one quietly took root in her heart - the bride can only show her husband the first time she lifts her hijab.

There are many rules in the royal city.

Don't say anything else, just the rules of the three layers and the outer three layers are enough to force people to sigh and sigh, the detailed steps are trivial and difficult to remember, don't laugh, it is a blessing in misfortune to be able to endure and not sigh.

It is true that Shi Qingran is the first time to marry, and he is on the sedan chair with freshness and the expectation of the deer colliding, and at this moment, that joy has also been polished away by the long wait and the etiquette of one step and three kowtows, and he doesn't want to marry for the second time.

So after thinking for a while, she didn't dare to do it directly, but only cautiously played a side ball—pinching the corner of the hijab, slightly freeing up the narrow gap that was blocked by the red silk.

Through this gap, she saw several pairs of dragon and phoenix candles with red tears hanging down and a gallery of hooks and bars wrapped in fiery red satin.

Then the door was pushed open suddenly, and she didn't have time to hesitate, her chin was gently lifted by the slender fingers of the person in front of her.

Shi Qingran was still holding the hijab stupidly with one hand, and was dazzled by the slight smile on the corner of the lips of the man in front of him.

Raising his face, Shi Qingran could see his dark and slightly drunk eyes, and when he looked at him, her eyes were exactly on the same line as his chest, and what broke straight into his eyes was the dragon and phoenix crocheted with gold and silver threads on his chest.

His Majesty only has such a younger brother, and the wedding banquet is very grandly prepared, needless to say, even the wedding dress is embroidered by the best embroiderer today.

In order not to violate the mighty grace, the embroidery girls also hollowed out their minds, and even the placket was carefully embroidered with rich and gorgeous flowers and full moon, striving to perfectly reflect the royal style on this robe.

Song Yuchen came quickly, his body was still wrapped in the slightly cold dew outside, and a piece of his fingers were exposed with flowery cuffs, with a slight sober coolness, but the bottom of his eyes was rippling endlessly, as if he had crushed a warm aroma of wine.

"Do you know how to drink?"

That was the first thing he said to her.

Shi Qingran blinked blankly, and didn't remember whether he had explained how to answer this, so he thought it was safe to pick a slightly reserved statement, and said very modestly, "I haven't drunk much." ”

Then Song Yuchen's second sentence left a very deep impression on her.

He nodded with a clear look on his face and smiled slightly, "I'll teach you." ”

Then he stroked his sleeve slowly, picked up one of the two small glasses of wine that the bride had placed on the side of the couch, tilted his head and poured it into his mouth without blinking, and after putting down the glass, he bent down and pasted it without saying a word.

The moment the lips met, Shi Qingran finally reacted, but his body was a little late than his thoughts, and before he could make a move, there was already a clear and lingering aroma of wine entangled and spread on the tip of his tongue.

At the end, Song Yuchen bent his eyes at her, and there was still a little wine stain on the corner of his lips.

What he said later, Shi Qingran couldn't remember, everything in front of him was blurred into a vague silhouette of no trace in an instant, and there was only one person left, with clear eyes - reflecting her jaw-dropping appearance.

Behind him, there were countless clusters of candle flames, scattered into a sky full of stars.

Countless fragments of stars regrouped into a single point of light, leaping out of his deep eyes and transforming into a flickering candle flame on the table.

In front of her, His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan showed her a smile that was almost exactly the same as that night, but his tone was extremely bad, "What, don't you want to?" ”

His expression was excessively calm, as if he didn't feel anything inappropriate, and his tone was excessively seductive, like a light and soft feather, tickling at the tip of her heart without a match, making her hands and feet weak, and even her voice trembling together.