Xiangmen Concubine: The Emperor's Abandoned Concubine

Chapter 159 Drunkenness
Smiling slightly, Ruan Mianmian's entire complexion was already flushed, seeing that the girl that Feng Jiuyou had sent over was already pouring wine for her, Ruan Mianmian reached out to hold the wine glass, looked at the clear orange Huadiao wine, and took a sip.

"The aroma of the wine is rich and fragrant, and the taste of the wine is sweet and mellow." Ruan Mianmian smiled slightly, looking at Feng Jiuyou who was sitting on the chaise longue opposite, her cheeks dotted with silky peach petals revealed an indescribable temptation.

Feng Jiuyou's eyes sank slightly, she signaled the maidservant to go down, and poured herself a glass of Huadiao, the smile on her lips became more lazy and seductive: "Although Huadiao wine is mild in nature, don't be greedy."

After two glasses of wine, Feng Jiuyou in front of Ruan Mianmian gradually had two or three figures.Narrowing her eyes slightly, Ruan Mianmian tried her best to stay awake.

He said that he was drinking with him, but he was using it to warn her, even if she was docile and well-behaved, don't think about leaving here.

And avoid greedy drinking, don't offend him again and again.

Otherwise, wouldn't she have imagined the consequences?
The taste of a bird in a cage, since she was a child, she has been careful and deliberate in every possible way, just to avoid the fate of the chess pieces.

Even if the concubine of the prime minister's mansion is not favored, as long as Ruan Hua is around, her husband must be one of the descendants of the royal family.

During the 15 years in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Luo Yiju was almost the whole of her life.Seeing her mother looking forward to it every day, and being disappointed and sad every day, her little heart has already been utterly disappointed in those royal family dignitaries.

Feeling weak all over, Ruan Mianmian worked a little harder to force the water and wine out.Feng Jiuyou's deep and charming voice came from next to my ear: "Drinking a little wine once in a while will not hurt your health. You are not in good health yet, so don't exercise."

The wrist that was raised just now was slowly lowered because of Feng Jiuyou's words. Ruan Mianmian, who had hardly drunk, only felt dizzy in the brain, and Feng Jiuyou in front of her was crooked and blurred.

Biting her lip, Ruan Mianmian's voice was a bit vague: "Jiuyou, I'm a little dizzy, I want to go back to the bedroom to rest first."

Feng Jiuyou smiled leisurely, with a hint of inexplicable emotion between her brows and eyes: "The air in the dormitory is not as good as outside, blowing the wind can really sober you up."

"Come here, prepare the ginger soup." Looking at Ruan Mianmian's flushed cheeks that could almost bleed, Feng Jiuyou's eyes flashed with deep meaning.

Is she actually so incapable of drinking?
Ruan Mianmian only felt weak all over, and the flame ignited from the bottom of her heart made her body slowly start to heat up.He frowned and tried to resist, but wine is not poison.

If it was poison, it could be forced back directly, but for wine, even though she was going to use her skills to force it back just now, she didn't know where to start.

By now, she was starting to feel dizzy all over.

Everything in front of her eyes began to blur, and it seemed to be Feng Jiuyou's voice softly beside her ears.

"Wu Ai, wait a moment, ginger soup will be here soon."

The eyelids began to slide down a little bit, but they tried their best to support them but still couldn't stop the sleepiness from falling down.He obviously wants to sleep, but because of the fire in his heart, he is hot and restless at the moment.

Gritting her teeth hard, Ruan Mianmian said in a low voice, "Jiuyou, I'm going to take a bath."

If I went to take a shower, I should be more awake.Preferably, cold water.

The moment he raised his eyes, he met the pair of dark and bottomless eyes in front of him, the peach blossom eyes outlined the most bewitching smile.

Staring blankly at Feng Jiuyou, Ruan Mianmian couldn't move her eyes.

She must have been dazzled, to see a trace of imperceptible tenderness from those peach blossom eyes.

Shaking her head severely, Ruan Mianmian murmured to herself: "Be sober, be sober."

Seeing the crooked figure in front of her, Ruan Mianmian pointed at Feng Jiuyou and smiled slightly: "You...how did you fall down?"

Feng Jiuyou had already got up and came to Ruan Mianmian, ready to support her and wait for the maid to bring ginger soup to feed her sober soup.

But looking at Ruan Mianmian's drunken face, the light in his eyes instantly deepened.

"Wu love."

Hearing these two words, Ruan Mianmian frowned suddenly, even though it was in her mouth, she still said in a low voice: "No, I'm not, I'm not Wu Ai."

How could she be Wu Ai? She is Mu Mianmian and Qingyin.

Only these two names are the symbol of her freedom.

Mu Mianmian was divorced by Feng Jiuyou and kicked out of the prime minister's mansion by Ruan Hua, with nothing to worry about, and she and Lian'er can live a carefree life in the small courtyard.

As for Qingyin, it is to obey Master's wish, which is also her inner desire.

Dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, wielding swords in the rivers and lakes, how free and easy it is.

Ruan Mianmian was almost unconscious at the moment as the drunkenness permeated the sober mind a little bit.Biting her bright red lips lightly, she subconsciously rejected that name.

"No, I'm not Wu Ai."

If such words were usually sober, she would never dare to say them.If you don't think about yourself, you will also think about your mother.

She really didn't dare to offend Feng Jiuyou easily.

It's just that Ruan Mianmian, who was drunk, didn't realize it, because of her few short words, Feng Jiuyou's originally gentle eyes were stained with a layer of frost at this moment.

"Not Wu Ai?"

His fingers clasped her small and delicate chin, and he approached her with a cold voice.

Ruan Mianmian half-opened her eyes in a daze, only to see the glossy black satin-like hair spreading from the figure in front of her, and because she bent her waist, her long hair hung down on the ground.

The man in front of him frowned and his eyes were cold.For a moment, Ruan Mianmian wasn't afraid of those cold eyes at all.

Instead, another person appeared in her mind.

Quiet, elegant, quiet, gentle, playful.Xuanxuan Shaoju, Zhuozhuo Langlang, as if seeing the white dew before the sun.

The man looked at her with clear eyebrows and a smile in his eyes.It's just that from time to time, she frowns deeply.

Moving his gaze down a little bit, he saw the cool and thin lips.Like the pure snow lotus blooming at the top of the lonely cliff of Tianshan Mountain, it is a little bit cold and indifferent.

Long and long, I hope to have a person with one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

Why, he wants to lie to her.

With her hands slowly clenched into fists, Ruan Mianmian quickly closed her eyes, fearing that if she was not careful, she would cry out uncontrollably.

With his hands quickly clasped around his chest, a sad look appeared on his blushing little face.

She had tried her best, tried her best to restrain her feelings.

Knowing that there are thousands of men in the world, but there is no happiness that belongs to her.

Wish to be one-hearted, Baishou will not separate.

She is the one who was divorced, and he is the son of the prince of Nanjun.

From the first approach, she knew that his motives were impure.I also thought about making a move, but at first it was because of lack of ability, and later I gained his trust, but I couldn't bear to make a move.

The scene of him lifting her kneeling on the ground slowly appeared in his mind.

That day when he held her hand, his smile was as gentle as jade, and he looked down at her, his eyes were full of tender yearning: "I wish to have a person with one heart, and never leave each other."

Even though she knew it was an act, she still panicked from the look in her eyes, almost subconsciously trying to take her hand away from him?

He reached out and stroked the broken hair on her cheek, and stroked them behind her white and tender ears.

"Mianmian, am I right?"

Perhaps from then on, her heart became a little out of control.But she did not forget that she is Mu Mianmian and Qingyin.

Secret door Qingyin, how could he fall in love with Prince Nanjun?

What's more, he approached her with a purpose.

(End of this chapter)