Qingrong couldn't even sit down in a daze, the carriage swayed, Song Zhao just helped her sit down, and she fell directly to the other side.

Song Zhao's eyes were quick, he firmly held Qingrong's forehead, and then lightly pulled Qingrong into his arms, letting her lie down peacefully.

He gently wrapped his arms around Qingrong's waist, with a smile on his lips that he didn't even notice.

Qingrong whispered, "Dizzy, dizzy." ”

Song Zhao smiled and said softly: "I'll be home in a while, and I'll feel better after drinking the sobering soup." ”

Qingrong smirked and said, "That wine is so delicious, it's as good as a drink, I want to drink it." ”

Song Zhao was a little stunned, what is a drink?

But Qingrong was drunk now, and he was confused, so he said to him: "Okay, good, drink whatever you want." ”

Qingrong continued: "Dizzy, dizzy. ”

Song Zhao lowered his head, looked at her red and fluttering little face, and brushed the broken hair on her sideburns for her.

It turns out that no matter how capable she is, she is just a little girl.

"Runrong got married, are you so happy?"

"I'm happy, I'm happier than I got married," Qingrong was dizzy, but he hadn't drunk yet.

Song Zhao was a little disappointed, and laughed at himself: "Also, what's so happy about marrying me." ”

Qingrong rubbed it in his arms and shook his head, "No, no, I'm happy that Runrong has found someone who really loves her, really loves her, understands her and cherishes her." You don't know how hard it is to find this, especially in your day and age. ”

Song Zhao was a little confused by Qingrong's words, what do you mean by "your era"?

Qingrong continued to chatter endlessly, and said: "Song Zhao, I am also a woman, I have flesh and blood and heart, I also want to find someone who cherishes me, truly loves me, really loves me, knows that I understand me, and can spend the rest of my life with me." I, too, need love! ”

Song Zhao knew that she was drunk, and he also knew that what she said was all foolish words.

But after drinking, she spit out the truth, looking at her on weekdays, she is cold and high, but she is also a warm person.

She's only sixteen, she's not that strong, she's weak, she's scared, she needs someone to protect her, someone to love.

Song Zhao was a little sad, a little distressed, maybe he was really a bastard, right?

"I know, I know," Song Zhao stroked Qingrong's back weakly and said, "Qingrong, I'm sorry, I still hurt you." ”

Qingrong continued to murmur: "But, why did I marry a fool, a fool who only admits death with solid eyes?" Do you love Guan Heqiu so much? ”

Song Zhao was speechless, his emotions at the moment were complicated.

"If you love her, you can love her, you remember, don't be too nice to me. Don't love Guan Heqiu while being good to me. Then I will be more and more greedy, more and more greedy. ”

Song Zhao still rubbed his fluffy hair again and again, speechless.

"I, I won't like you, I just like, like the people who like me...... Well, only like people who like me......"

Qingrong repeated this sentence, Song Zhao felt very uncomfortable after hearing it, he lowered his head, kissed Qingrong's forehead, and whispered: "How do you know, I don't like you?" ”

Qingrong muttered to himself, naturally he didn't hear Song Zhao's words.

Song Zhao lowered his head slightly, wanting to kiss her lips, but who knew that Qingrong was drunk, hung his head, and with a wow, he vomited on Song Zhao's body.

Song Zhao couldn't laugh or cry, her revenge came so fast.

The fruit stuffed by Qingrong was sweet at first drink, but the stamina was very great, Qingrong was very drunk, and he continued to vomit several times at night.

Song Zhao found out for the first time that Qingrong's wine was not very good, she was drunk, and she wanted to hug someone when she saw it, and she didn't let go when she hugged her.

Song Zhao was hugged by her all night, rubbed all night, and struggled with bad thoughts all night.

The next morning, when Qingrong opened his eyes, he woke up in Song Zhao's arms.

She shrank back in fright, and subconsciously checked her clothes. But I think it's useless, who knows how to change the pajamas under what circumstances?

Qingrong thought of everything that might have happened last night, and his heart couldn't help but pound.

She lifted the quilt and turned her head to look at Song Zhao, who was dressed in extra neat clothes.

Qingrong couldn't help but think for a while, could it be that he was finished and liked to change clothes?

Song Zhao didn't fall asleep until dawn, and he couldn't sleep at this time.

Qingrong tiptoed up, bypassing Song Zhao and getting out of bed, she sat in front of the dressing table a little absentmindedly, desperately carrying out psychological construction.

"Don't be so pretentious, it's nothing, it's nothing. We are all husband and wife, and it is normal to do what husband and wife do. It's unlikely that the left and right will get divorced, isn't it sooner or later? ”

Qingrong babbled, as if chanting scriptures. But after speaking, he couldn't help but lie on the table, wanting to cry without tears.

"I'm only sixteen years old."

Qingrong said and began to check his clothes again.

"The underwear and outer clothes are so professionally worn, they must have been changed by Mei Rui. Nothing will happen. ”

In the end, Qingrong has been entangled between what happened and what didn't happen, and he was so entangled that he died.

Until breakfast, Qingrong still had some absent-minded memories of what might have happened when she broke off yesterday.

Song Zhao saw that she was listless, and said with a smile: "You were greedy yesterday, it's uncomfortable now, right?" ”

Qingrong raised his eyes and saw that he was smiling very brightly, and thought, it's broken, it's broken, why do you feel that the atmosphere has changed, and the air is full of pink bubbles?

Qingrong was a little embarrassed, lowered his head and whispered: "Who knew that the fruit was so powerful, and it was about to catch up with the lost wine." ”

Song Zhao approached Qingrong and asked, "What did you say?" ”

Qingrong raised his head, and Song Zhao's face approached him very clearly, thinking: It's broken, it's broken, something must have happened.

Qingrong shrank back and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing." ”

Song Zhao lowered his eyebrows, smiled very gently, and said, "If there is no me in the future, you are not allowed to drink." ”

Qingrong nodded very lessonally, "I think so too, I won't drink like this in the future, and refuse to stuff the fruit." ”

Song Zhao was eating slowly, and asked Qingrong slowly, "By the way, what is the drink?" ”

Qingrong's embarrassed brows tightened, and he explained with a reluctant smile: "Drinks are juices, and juices are drinks." Yesterday's fruit stuff was a bit like grape juice. ”

Song Zhao smiled, "It turns out that you want to eat grapes." ”

But Qingrong doesn't remember at all, did he mention a drink?

Her memories after coming out of the Five Princes' Mansion seemed to be covered with a veil, vague, and she was basically in a state where she could see but couldn't see clearly.

Qingrong was speechless, and Song Zhao said again: "What do you mean in this era?" ”

"Huh?" Qingrong was surprised and forgot to chew the snack, swallowed it directly, choked to drink porridge, and choked out again.

Song Zhao looked at her uncontrollably, turned sideways to stroke her back, and said softly: "Okay, okay, I won't ask, you can eat it well." I've gone to the Yamen. ”

Mother Yuan, Fu Cui and others watched from the sidelines, and they couldn't help but smile.

Qingrong watched Song Zhao go out, and then asked a few people what happened yesterday.

"You still said that you vomited in the car yesterday and vomited the prince of the world."

Qingrong was a little embarrassed to hear it, but she felt very relieved in her heart.

"You hold the prince all the way and don't let go, we can't pull it away."

"I finally separated you from the prince, and you hugged Mother Yuan and didn't let go."

It turned out that it wasn't Song Zhao who did anything to her, it was what she did to Song Zhao.

Qingrong silently swore to the sky that she would never drink broken pieces again in her life.

In the next few days, when Qingrong heard Song Zhao's words, he all took a detour.

Song Zhao didn't know why, it seemed that he had grown up in the Begonia Courtyard, and he couldn't get rid of it.

He never went to the Wind Lotus Courtyard again, and he didn't go to the Elegant Courtyard at all.

The prince and the young lady have been married for more than a year, and there are only some newlyweds who are like glue, which is very surprising to the Duke of Wei.

Mrs. Jiang was very happy, Song Zhao was going up every day, and she was so happy that she was about to set up a board to offer Qingrong.

But in fact, Song Zhao stayed overnight in the main house, and he didn't move half a finger of Qingrong. is occasionally laughing at her alcohol consumption after eating, encouraging Qingrong to have a drink with him.

Qingrong is very modest, only one glass, never drink more, no matter how good the wine is, refuse it.

On the one hand, she felt that she was not eighteen years old, and she was still a delicate flower that was not suitable for picking, and on the other hand, she thought contradictoryly that Song Zhao might not have been lifted under the blow of Guan Heqiu.

Song Zhao changed his tricks to bring good wine home, most of which were similar to those made with fruits, sweet like drinks.

Qingrong couldn't help but feel very resentful, feeling that Song Zhao was taking revenge on him for spitting on her, too stingy.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the Wei State Mansion was particularly lively, and the mansion was lit up and out.

After the reunion dinner in the Shouxi Hall, the people in each room went back to celebrate the New Year.

Qingrong remembered that it was Aunt Jin, Aunt Jiang and Aunt Guan who accompanied her to eat hot pot and drink for the third year of the Chinese New Year's Eve. This year, she was suddenly with Song Zhao, and she was still a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he came back, he was busy getting Fucui to set up the pot and go to find Aunt Jin and them.

Song Zhao stopped them directly and said, "Let's keep the New Year together, what do we ask others to do?" ”

Qingrong was full of reluctance, she was very resistant to Song Zhao's ambiguous closeness. The tenderness in his eyes is too easy for people to fall into.

While eating the pot, Qingrong self-examined. She used to be quite calm about Song Zhao, why did she treat him coldly and normally after beating herself up for being drunk?

It's distressing.

The second meal was full of wine and food, Qingrong advanced to the warm pavilion and grabbed a book to read.

Song Zhao quietly sent Sister Yu back to his room, opened the curtain and entered the house, and saw Qingrong reading the book with his hand on his chin, but his face was full of absent-mindedness.

Song Zhao sat beside Qingrong very naturally, looked at the book she was reading from her shoulder socket in an ambiguous posture, smiled, and said, "Take it down." ”

Qingrong turned his head angrily, wanting to tell Song Zhao to stay away from me.

As soon as he turned his head, his side face touched Song Zhao's lips.

She was a little panicked and wanted to dodge back, but she directly lost her center of gravity and fell into Song Zhao's arms that were already behind her.

Song Zhao seemed to be holding a treasure, his eyes were full of tenderness, and said, "Qingrong, have you ever thought that we may also be happy with each other." ”

Qingrong was said by him as if his heartbeat stopped at that moment, but he pursed his lips and said, "Scumbags say so." ”

"If I say, 'I like you too, do you believe it?'" Song Zhao smiled and looked at Qingrong's eyes, that kind of favorite eyes, Qingrong could distinguish it.

Qingrong's mind was blank, and his heart was confused.

Just as the two were about to kiss, they suddenly remembered the knock on the door.