The reborn sweet girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent prince hugs her and coaxes her!

In the Third Prince's Mansion, no one else knew how Wu Tianxiao would appease Mu Qianyin.

He received so much information in one night, especially one piece of information that would change his life significantly. Even others would not be able to recover for a while, not to mention that Mu Qianyin was still a pregnant woman.

After leaving the Third Prince's Mansion, Mu Rong took Xu Rongrong to the street.

April is the beginning of summer in the weekly calendar, and it is quite cold at night.

At this time, it was Haizheng time again, and there were not many pedestrians left on the street, walking in a hurry.

No one cared about the two tall and short people.

Unlike being in a hurry when he came, Mu Rong seemed very leisurely on the way back.

Turning into Jianghan Street and passing by an alley, the scent of osmanthus wafted from a distance.

"It smells so good." Xu Rongrong sniffed, "Aren't all the shops closed already?"

Mu Rong glanced at the entrance of the alley: "It's people who don't have shops and run stalls at night."

"Oh." Xu Rongrong responded, the tangy fragrance enchanting her soul, "Is it wine?"

Mu Rong nodded: "It's rice dumplings made with fermented rice. Is Rong Rong hungry?"

Xu Rongrong's face was slightly red. She was a little hungry, but it was getting late. She wanted to go home early and didn't want to stay outside.

Mu Rong seemed to have read through her thoughts and said with a smile: "I'm a little hungry. Can Rong Rong accompany me to have a bowl of wine rice balls? It won't take long, I eat very quickly."

Xu Rongrong nodded slightly: "It doesn't have to be fast."

When Mu Rong heard this, he smiled brightly.

Then he took his little girl into the alley.

The stall owner was worrying about his livelihood tonight. He watched someone coming and greeted him enthusiastically.

The already clean tables and chairs were wiped down twice by the stall owner: "You two, sit over here."

While he was talking, he caught a glimpse of both of them wearing night clothes, and the shorter one was still wrapped in a cloak. He knew that the two of them were not ordinary people, so he just asked them about their tastes and went to work aside.

This is Xu Rongrong's first time to eat out at night, and it is also her first time to eat at such a stall.

She looked around curiously.

Soon, his attention was attracted by a white long-necked porcelain bottle in the center of the table.

Stretching out his little hand, he picked up the bottleneck and shook it.

Seeing her small white hands holding the neck of the bottle, Mu Rong rolled his throat subconsciously and whispered: "This is rice wine."

"It's wine..." Xu Rongrong sniffed, "Can I drink it?"

In order to retain customers at night stalls, rice wine with a higher alcohol content is generally used, which is very different from the peach blossom wine Xu Rongrong drank in the past.

Mu Rong meant to remind him, but when his words came to his lips, he turned into: "Okay."

Xu Rongrong raised her eyebrows, took the two cups and placed them with a smile, and poured out two cups of rice wine.

"Not too sweet?" Xu Rongrong had drunk rice wine before, and the impression was that it was quite sweet, but today the wine smelled different from the past, and seemed to have a different flavor.

So, before Mu Rong could speak, she drank it in one gulp.

"Well, it's not sweet." She nodded affirmatively.

Then he poured another one, and when he was about to continue drinking, he saw that Mu Rong hadn't taken a sip, so he asked, "Why don't you drink, Lord Marquis?"

Mu Rong smiled slightly: "I'm afraid it's not enough for one person to drink."

Xu Rongrong blushed at what he said: "I...how can I be so greedy for wine?"

After saying that, the second one fell straight into his throat.

By the time the rice dumplings were served, Xu Rongrong's cheeks were already flushed and her eyes were blurred.

The stall owner looked at the empty bottle, felt bad, and hurriedly hid aside.

He originally thought that the young man must have some ulterior motives for making the girl next to him drink like this, but after a while, there was no unusual movement.

Only a few whispers could be heard:

"Be good, open your mouth...take another one..."

"No, I'm already full..."

"People's livelihood is not easy, and beauty cannot be wasted..."

"No, no, I want to go home, I want to go home..."

"Okay, okay, don't move, be good, I'll carry you back..."

Then, no more movement was heard.

The stall owner poked his head out, and there was no one at the table. Only two round silver ingots were left...

This young man is a bit lecherous, but his actions are... so generous!

……

Xu Rongrong's cheeks were rosy, and her mouth exuded a faint aroma of wine, just nestled in Mu Rong's arms without any defense.

Such a girl made Mu Rong's mouth go dry and his body became hot.

The girl's drunkenness stems from her gradually rebuilt trust in him.

Of course, it was also his intention.

Naturally, he would not destroy this trust again, so he walked towards Zhuxiang Yayuan step by step with her in his arms.

"Hot." The girl raised her hand and waved off her hood.

Black hair scattered out, teasing his cheeks, neck and shoulders with the night wind.

It made him smile bitterly.

"It's really annoying!" he whispered.

"Huh?" Xu Rongrong raised her head from his arms after hearing this, "You look like Marquis Weiyuan."

After saying that, she raised her hand and pinched Mu Rong's face twice, muttering: "Fortunately, it's not."

"Oh?" Mu Rong became interested, "How do you know I'm not him?"

"Marquis Weiyuan would never look at me like this, let alone allow me to get close to him..." Xu Rongrong snorted, "Humph, I don't want to look at him anymore either!"

Mu Rong paused.

He knew that the drunk girl was talking about things from the previous life.

"If he is willing to change, will you forgive him?" Mu Rong asked carefully.

"Will he?" Xu Rongrong was a little confused for a moment.

"Yes." Mu Rong said firmly.

"Okay, if he changes his, what does it have to do with me..." Xu Rongrong muttered.

Mu Rong: "..."

He wanted to say something more, but another gust of night wind blew by, and Xu Rongrong subconsciously buried her face in his arms.

As midnight approaches, the chill becomes even stronger.

Mu Rong no longer cared about anything else, hugged the girl tightly in his arms and went straight to Zhuxiang Yayuan.

And in front of the door of Zhuxiang Yayuan, a figure had been waiting there for an unknown length of time.

He didn't turn around until Mu Rong appeared with Xu Rongrong in his arms.

"Chuhe?" Mu Rong stopped.

Chu He looked at the girl in his arms with dark eyes: "What are you doing, Lord Marquis?"

Maybe his voice was too familiar.

The girl in Mu Rong's arms raised her head: "Chuhe, you are back!"

Chu He was about to reply, but saw that the girl's eyes were out of focus. After saying this, she fell asleep again, obviously drunk.

He was furious: "How dare you make her drunk? You clearly know that she still has..."

"She is already well." Mu Rong said lightly, "She has completely recovered."

"..." Chu He was confused. It was clear that he had just sent the cold poisoned death row prisoners brought back from southern Xinjiang to Shu Qing. How could it be possible... He suddenly looked at Mu Rong, "It was you who..."

Mu Rong's eyes interrupted him.

But it didn't stop his heart from being shocked.