Su Zhi lowered his eyes and looked down at her, and saw two circles of redness on her face, and her tears were a little dull, like a cute but helpless child, so heartbreaking.

He walked around the desk, held his clothes and knelt beside her, trying to hold her shoulders and look at her happily.

"You are here just right, come..." You Menghan smiled and poured another glass of wine and handed it to him, "Drink with me!"

Su Zhi took the wine glass, lowered his eyes and kept his usual calm, frowned slightly: "Why should I drink so much wine?"

"Why..." Youmeng was confused when asked, blushed and said, "Because I'm happy!"

Su Zhi turned his face and his eyes were full of doubts: Are you sure this is happy?

Youmeng was just drunk at this moment and his head fell to him dizzy. Su Zhi held her hand tightly, but he didn't have time to stop her from slamming his chest with a side face. Youmeng was in a daze and didn't feel any pain. She felt like she was leaning on a comfortable pillow, so she simply took advantage of her drunkenness and held his chest with her hands and started to caress her happily.

Su Zhi looked down at the lustful woman in his arms, looking helpless, but she let her play.

"Today I entered the palace, my father and mother asked me to see a lot of portraits of men..." She said, spreading her arms and shook her anger, and smiled bitterly insincerely, "They want to choose a good prince consort for me...ha..."

Her laughter instantly frozen Su Zhi's heart. He helped her sit up and looked at her calmly.

"You said, is this a great thing?" She smiled and her eyes suddenly turned red, "Is it worth being happy?"

Su Zhi didn't say anything, and drank the glass of wine himself, making his throat hurt.

Although he had known this day would come too quickly, he had not had time to think clearly, make up his mind and make plans.

When Youmeng saw him drinking, she became more excited and filled his glass with wine. "Come on, let's have a few more drinks, just treat it as celebrating me..." She proudly patted her heart, "I, Ji Youmeng, I will soon have a prince consort!"

She held the wine glass and clinked with him, and he said in a cold voice: "Princess, you are drunk."

"No..." She shook her head disapprovingly, "I'm awake. If I'm drunk, why would I be sad..."

Su Zhi was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the smile on her face could not hold on, it dissipated and tears fell off guard. He looked at it with heartache.

She raised her face, stubbornly wiped away her tears, but couldn't hide her crying: "What kind of prince consort do you want... Why can't my prince consort be you..."

Su Zhi suddenly leaned down and approached her wine-stained lips, instantly sealing her drunken mouth.

Youmeng was slightly stunned. Before she could react, his breath had already swept over the sky. She was addicted to his gentle kiss and soon calmed down, and the sea of ​​tears became more and more abundant.

After a happy kiss, Su Zhi let go of her lips and slowly stayed away. Her eyes were whirling with tears, and the pear blossoms were raining. Anyone who saw her like this would melt into a pool of spring water.

He held her face and wiped his tears with his fingers: "Stop crying."

Youmeng still listened to him, trying to curb the sadness, and he held him down and leaned on his shoulder.

She calmed down and accidentally got drunk.

Su Zhi found that she was asleep and carried her to the bed. The tears at the corners of her eyes had not dried up.

He turned his eyes and subconsciously saw a picture of the table where the wine was placed.

He walked over and picked it up, and gently unfolded the scroll. The person in the painting made him frown deeply, and there was a list of small words in the corner:

"The Prince of Yunnan, Mulifeng, and Eighteenth"

His eyes were cold and he fell into deep thought.
Chapter completed!