The little Marquis’ favorite: Madam, she is the richest in the world

In a blink of an eye, it’s the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, and it will be the Little New Year in just two days;

But there was no news from either the eldest sister Meng Wan or Jiang Heng who was out to meet Prince Ning.

For the first time on such a day, Meng Xian felt a little lonely;

The next day is Little New Year,

Meng Zhai's servants have already prepared festive gifts. Even if there is only one master around, they still have to spend the New Year in a decent way.

But Meng Xian was alone in front of a table full of fine wine and delicacies, but she couldn't work up her appetite at all;

After eating a few bites, they all were rewarded to his subordinates;

Then he picked up the wine flask and went up to the Nuan Pavilion.

The place where Meng Xian spends most time on weekdays is the Nuan Pavilion. Now that the weather is cold in the twelfth lunar month, she is afraid of the cold, so the silver frost charcoal in the Nuan Pavilion is kept in cages one after another.

The room was so hot and warm, like spring, that I didn't even need to wear cotton-padded clothes.

Meng Xian took off her silver fox cloak and jacket completely, wearing only a moonlit inner coat and a wide-sleeved snow satin outer shirt;

The floor of the Nuan Pavilion was covered with a thick cashmere blanket, and the girl just sat on the floor.

He took the wine flask and poured himself one cup after another, and then drank one cup after another without changing his expression.

It's not about drinking to drown her sorrows, because she has nothing to worry about;

It's not like getting drunk for love. She doesn't know where her love is now, so she can't do it.

She simply felt that the moonlight was very beautiful today and it was a good time to raise a glass to the bright moon.

But the next moment, through the glazed windows of the Nuan Pavilion, the dark and bare sky suddenly knocked her back to her original shape.

Okay,

She just felt aggrieved inexplicably;

It was obviously a big holiday, but no one was thinking about her.

Just leave her here alone without asking any questions.

The eldest brother used to write her a letter every ten days and a half to ask about the situation. But now there has been no news at all for several months...

In the dead of night, there are many things that I can't think about. The more I think about it, the more I can't think about it.

After a person finished drinking a bottle of wine, Meng Xian felt that the more he drank, the more sober he became;

Call Chunxiang to get some wine. When Chunxiang came into Nuange,

He was frightened by the scene in front of him.

The girl's cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes were slightly closed, and the cherry lips under her nose were so delicate. She was lying softly on the carpet, leaning on a soft pillow; probably because of this movement, her smooth and soft outer skin was The shirt slipped off the shoulders, revealing a round and white shoulder, and even more attractive scenery could be vaguely seen further down.

"Girl, how much have you drunk?"

Hearing the noise, Meng Xian struggled and fluttered twice, trying to get up, but failed. She pointed to the wine jug next to her and said, "Go and get me another jug."

Chunxiang naturally couldn't let her continue drinking, so she gave her a heartfelt comfort.

"Girl, drinking too much wine is harmful to your health. You must not drink any more. You may have a headache tomorrow."

"My servant has prepared hot water. You can take a bath and settle down early."

Meng Xian, however, had a stubborn temper that even nine oxen could not control. Now, taking advantage of the drunkenness, all the playful and rebellious temper that he had deliberately suppressed burst out.

Chunxiang couldn't resist, thinking that she was at home anyway and nothing serious would happen, so she responded and went out to get some wine.

When Chun Xiang had warmed up the wine and was about to send it to the Nuan Pavilion, he realized that the tall figure in front of him looked very familiar;

When the person arrived, Chunxiang was stunned and quickly bowed, "I have met the Crown Prince."

Jiang Heng came here covered in wind and dust, wearing a black fox cloak that almost blended into the night. No wonder Chunxiang dazzled him for a moment, and he didn't recognize him until he was right in front of him.

The man's voice was a little hoarse, "Where is your girl? She's already asleep?"

Chunxiang subconsciously tightened her grip on the wine bottle in her hand, lowered her head and didn't know how to reply.

How to say this?

He was not asleep, but he was almost as drunk as if he was asleep.

Jiang Heng originally just asked casually, but now he has no patience to listen to what Chunxiang has to say. Just wanting to meet someone quickly is serious.

"Is anyone in the room?"

Chunxiang shook her head hurriedly, "No...no."

As if he realized something was wrong, Jiang Heng glanced at it with a scrutinizing gaze, and Chunxiang didn't dare to hide the feeling of oppression that came over him.

"Girl... I'm in Nuange. It's a festival today. The girl drank too much and is a little drunk now."

The man's sharp and deep gaze fell on the wine bottle in her hand, "You are already drunk and you are still holding the wine?"

"Master, why don't you stop trying to persuade me to do this nonsense!"

Chunxiang said fearfully: "I tried to persuade you, but the girl didn't listen, so I didn't dare to say anything more."

Jiang Heng also knew Meng Lian's temper and didn't really want to blame the maid, but just thinking about it, his steps became more hurried.

Over at the Nuan Pavilion, Meng Xian opened her eyes in confusion before Chunxiang got the wine. She was still a little dazed by the dancing candlelight around her.

He stood up staggeringly, ready to see where Chunxiang had taken the wine.

The door of the Nuan Pavilion can be pushed and pulled from left to right, but Meng Xian, who was drunk, seemed to have forgotten this and kept pushing the door out with all his strength. As you can imagine, the door did not open for a long time;

Anxiety welled up in her heart, and she slapped the door frame angrily, but the pain that came from her palm the next moment made her wake up for a moment.

I can't even push the door open.

Why is everything not going well today?

Meng Xian felt even more upset, and she really had no strength. She just wanted to move forward and lean against the door to relax;

Then the next second,

Just when she was about to lean forward, the door was pushed open from the outside with a bang.

She didn't lean against the door frame;

But he accidentally ran into a hard, yet familiar and solid wall of flesh.

A familiar breath came to my face,

In her drunken state, Meng Xian seemed to know who was coming.

But why did he come back so soon?

Didn’t the previous letter say that Prince Ning was ill and would have to wait a while before entering the capital...

There were a lot of curious things in her mind, but now that she was drunk, she really couldn't muster up the energy or strength to ask.

not to mention,

Once he's been gone for so long,

She was also angry, okay?

Correct,

Just ignore him.

But the shoulder she was leaning on was so comfortable that she didn't even want to move.

Just pretend to be asleep and be confused.

Ok,

Meng Xian just decided to do this, and then in the next moment,

The warm breath swept across her ears and cheeks,

"Are you going to keep pretending to sleep like this?"

!!!

Is this man a sperm?

She was so drunk, how on earth could he tell that she was pretending to sleep?

But they were all exposed,

The anger in her heart made it impossible for Meng Lian to stay so close to him. She moved her shoulders and was about to take a few steps back. However, as soon as she made a slight movement, the man seemed to have expected it in advance. He hugged her back again, and the arm across her waist exerted a slight force, and their bodies were completely pressed together.

Meng Xian's head was dazed and he struggled slightly, "You... stop, I can't breathe-"

"what--"

Before she could finish her words, her whole body suddenly rose into the air;

Jiang Heng really didn't have the patience to talk to this drunkard anymore. With people like this, it was obvious that he couldn't say anything today.

But everyone else is back, and there is no rush.

The most important thing now is

This is to sober up this drunkard!