Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

Murong Ling was a cultivator, so normal alcohol naturally was nothing to her, and normally, she would just pour and drink by herself. Since she had been transported here, she had not tasted anything else in the cup, and now that the pear blossom wine tasted good, she could not help but drink a few more cups.

Li Cangmin unhappily snorted, he took down the wine cup from her hand, picked up a cherry and stuffed it into her mouth, "You are not allowed to drink anymore!"

Murong Ling was reluctant, she snatched the wine cup back and muttered, "No, I want to drink."

, who was usually cold and indifferent, would never reveal such an attitude when he saw her young daughter. Only after looking carefully did Li Cangmin realize that the wine in her stomach had not melted at all.

This cup of wine was a pear flower white that had been stored for a hundred years.

He grimaced and snatched her glass away again. He even ordered his servant to remove the bottle and put another cherry in her mouth. "Eat the fruit."

Murong Ling took a bite and immediately frowned, covering her sleeves and spitting out, "It's sour."

After being stimulated by the sour taste, her mind finally cleared up a bit. Only then did she realize that she had made an experience error. In her previous life, her cultivation technique was profound, so she naturally wasn't afraid of ordinary wine. However, she was only at the first level of cultivation. A hundred years of pear blossom white was still rather difficult for her.

Only after quietly refining the wine in her stomach and forcing some of it out did her mind become clearer, and then she looked at Prince Qin. Her dark pupils stared at the corner of her lips, and she suddenly took out a handkerchief to wipe it, and the white silk handkerchief was immediately stained with the dark red of the cherry.

Murong Ling's face turned red, she silently looked at Prince Qin, and after a long while she said, "Thank you."

Li Cangmin snorted, his gaze landed on the cherry on the painted plate that had been bitten, as though it had been carelessly placed into his mouth, and finished eating without changing his expression, without even moving his brows, "It really is sour."

Murong Ling, "..."

Although Prince Qin was not that intelligent, he was still a descendant of the phoenixes. Was it really good to be so fond of eating things that she had once bitten?

"Haha, rumor has it that Prince Qin and Royal Concubine have a deep affection for each other. Seeing her today, her reputation has indeed lived up to."

He was holding a wine cup in his hands, noticing Murong Ling's gaze, his smile grew even wider, and he said, "Princess Qin, the Hou family of Japan have offended you recently, we are here to hold a banquet to apologize to you, please do not blame them, Consort Wang."

Seeing that, the servant took out a cup and poured some wine for Murong Ling. Just as Murong Ling was about to pick it up, she was snatched away by the Prince Qin, "This king will drink it for you."

He raised his cup and drained it in one gulp, causing Wu Guifang to loudly cheer, "Prince Qin truly deserves to be called a hero amongst men, I will toast to you."

Prince Zhao, Disobedience Marquis, Marquis of Bravery, Wu Changying … Taking turns to toast him, the cups crossed each other. Prince Qin was poured a lot of wine just like that, and his eyes had already started to become misty.

Murong Ling frowned, holding onto Prince Qin's hand, she spoke to the crowd: "Prince Qin does not have enough alcohol, please forgive me."

It was only then that the Disobedience Marquis realised it and apologized, "It was my fault. Someone come, let's sing and dance."

There was a sweet fragrance in the air, and the sound of silk and bamboo melodious together. Murong Ling helped Prince Qin to sit down, and asked him in a low voice, "Your highness, are you feeling well?"

He weakly propped his head up on the mat. His long and thick eyelashes lifted like a curtain, and his eyes that were filled with starlight fell upon her figure. The fire was like a song, beautiful and refined.

Li Cangmin seized her by the long arm and hugged her in his embrace. The warm and sweet scent was still the same as usual. Li Cangmin lifted her delicate chin and laughed softly, "Esteemed wangfei, you're really beautiful."

He lowered his head, and the smell of alcohol assaulted her. When he touched her lips, a suppressed laugh shook from his chest, and his voice was low and hoarse, lingering on her, "Sweet."