He had long known that Xia Ziluo only had Murong Xitian in his heart.
But he still had extravagant hopes, hoping that one day Xia Ziluo would be able to see his heart clearly, and then give up Murong Xitian and choose him.
"It's such a good wine..." Tears appeared in the corners of my eyes as the night fell, and I drank two more jars of wine without realizing it.
Ju Qing looked at Ye Muran who only drank and knew that he was suffering, so she worriedly held his hand to prevent him from drinking.
Ye Muran raised his head and smiled bitterly at Ju Qing: "Don't worry, I won't get drunk."
"It's better to be drunk, but what I'm afraid of is that if you only drink but don't get drunk, you'll be sad." Ju Qing sighed.
Wine is a strange thing. When you don’t want to get drunk, you will get completely drunk after just a little bit of it. When you want to get drunk, you won’t get drunk after a thousand drinks.
"I want to drink to drown my sorrow and make it worse? I just want to drink..." Ye Muran snatched the wine jar back, raised it and raised his head, and drank it down again.
Ju Qing could no longer persuade her, so she had to drink with him.
The night was getting darker, and occasionally a breeze blew, but it could not blow away the sultry heat of the summer night. The sky was gradually filled with dark clouds, signs of heavy rain.
In the palace, Murong Xitian's gang brought the drunken Xia Ziluo back to Luomei Court.
When Xiuxiu saw it, she thought Xia Ziluo was injured or sick, and her face turned pale with anxiety: "My lord, my lord, this is..."
"I accidentally drank wine. Go prepare the sobering soup and bring hot water." Murong Xitian ordered, and then put Xia Ziluo on the bed.
Unexpectedly, Xia Ziluo, who seemed to be asleep at first, suddenly woke up.
Her half-drunk eyes were squinting, and her smart eyes were staring at Murong Xitian's face: "Murong...Murong Xitian!"
"Huh? What?" Murong Xitian thought she was more awake, so he sat down and looked at her.
"What? I should ask you how you are okay? This is my room, why are you here?" Xia Ziluo just finished his ferocity, and suddenly pouted, looking pitiful, "Oh, I know
Now. Are you here to tell me that you are going to be with your cousin?"
Ye Zixuan?
Why does she have random thoughts when she is sober, and is this still the case after drinking too much?
Murong Xitian's eyebrows were about to become knotted: "Next time you dare to drink, will you watch me fix you?"
"Die me up? I know that you only have your cousin in your heart. Divorce me, and you can marry your cousin and be a couple with her for the rest of your life. It's best to have ten or eight more children." Xia Ziluo
After hearing Murong Xitian's words by mistake, she sniffed sadly, then took up her hands and beat him on the chest.
"When did I say goodbye to you? It's you who keep making divorces!" Murong Xitian was a bit angry. Talking about business with a drunk person was like debating the truth with a madman and playing the piano randomly.
Murong Xitian helplessly stretched out his hand and rubbed Xia Ziluo's head: "I'll drink the hangover soup in a while and go to bed directly."
"No, why are you ordering me? He's not my father!" Xia Ziluo hated his tone and pouted in protest.
Under the influence of alcohol, she was more courageous than usual, and words that she would never say out loud came out one after another: "The prince is amazing, isn't he just a second-generation emperor? Hey, do you know what a TV, refrigerator, and computer are?"
Telephones, airplanes and cannons? A product of a feudal society and a monarchy system, you still dare to show off in front of me. Do you know who I am? I am a new woman of the new era, from the 21st century..."
