Speaking of cruelty, Chen Rui is just a literati after all. As an emperor, Xiao Heng will not care about face. As the eldest lady, she understands the regrets in her heart, and even apologizes for this. Xiao Heng cannot do this. Do it...
But she was not the original Wei Zijin. Even if she saw him knowing his mistake and regretting him, she could not respond to anything!
"Haha, you're right, there is no regret medicine in this world..." Chen Rui didn't know that Wei Zijin's words had other meanings. He just thought she still refused to forgive him, shook his head and smiled, and poured himself a glass of wine. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and started singing.
"The green and green collars are everywhere, my heart is everywhere. Even if I don't go, my son would rather not be able to succeed? The green and green collars are still thinking. Even if I don't go, my son would rather not come? I'm picking up and reaching, in the city. I won't see you for a day. , like March…”
Chen Rui was singing while drinking by himself in a wine pot. Although his eyes were already filled with misty and intoxication, he did not stop raising his glass to drink, but instead became more wilder than before.
When Wei Zijin heard the words "Zi Jin" in the poem he sang, his expression was still not moved. He just asked Qiaoxiang to call Qing'er, a servant who was standing with the guard in the distance.
"Master, you're drunk, so drink less pear blossom wine..." Wei Zijin saw that he had drunk a lot of pear blossom wine, and seemed to be in a depressed mood. Or maybe she was deeply shocked by her words, and she drank to relieve her sorrows, although she couldn't do anything about it. Therefore, I really sympathized with him, but I still snatched the wine pot in his hand.
Chen Rui's body approached her instantly, wrapped his hand around her shoulders, and whispered in her ear: "It's okay not to drink anymore, let's go back to the room..."
Looking at his drunken look, Wei Zijin didn't know if he could see who he was, but the resistance in her heart made her unable to bear to get so close to a man with no feelings!
Wei Zijin tried to push away his hand on his shoulder, but he seemed to be sure that she would push herself away and hold her hands tightly on her shoulder.
She frowned slightly, subconsciously increasing the strength of her hands. As a result, Chen Rui, who was drunk, did not stand firm at all and was almost pushed to the ground by her. Fortunately, she was supported by Qing'er who rushed over.
Wei Zijin didn't expect that with such great strength, he could almost push down a drunk man easily. He subconsciously looked at his hands and suddenly realized.
This body is the general's daughter, so how could he not have the skills?! Chen Rui is just a literati, how could he compare to Wei Zijin, who has been practicing martial arts and riding horses since he was a child?!
Wei Zijin, who only loves riding horses and shooting archery, cannot attract Chen Rui, who only loves poetry and essays, so it is difficult to withstand so long after the wedding!
The general's legitimate daughter is a good wife, and the secretary who is very well-written in his writing is indeed not a good marriage!
Wei Zijin sighed in her heart and ordered Qing'er, who was holding Chen Rui, in a deep voice: "Qing'er, your master is drunk, why don't you help him back and rest?"
Qing'er looked at Wei Zijin blankly. Of course he knew that his master was drunk, but the eldest lady said that she didn't want the drunk master to stay in Lixiangyuan?!
Seeing that Qing'er was still stunned, Wei Zijin winked at Qiaoxiang. Qiaoxiang then found a servant to help Qing'er hold the drunk Chen Rui together, and carefully sent Chen Rui away from Lixiangyuan.