MTL - Ci Jinzhi-Chapter 162 drunk

  It is true that He Qingxiao came here because he found that King Qing was embarrassing Xin You.

   Now that Xin You drank the wine readily, he stopped and waited and watched.

King Qing saw that Xinyou drank a glass of spirits without hesitation, surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he picked up a glass of wine from the tray carried by the maid, and said with a smile, "The glass just now is to thank Miss Kou for saving Xiao Wang. Cousin, this cup is for Cousin Xiao Wang."

besides?

  Xin You slightly raised his eyebrows.

  Her reaction deepened the smile on King Qing's lips: "Miss Kou must give Xiao Wang this opportunity to thank you."

  Clicking He Qingxiao's frown from the corner of the eye, Xin You's heart skipped a beat.

  She doesn't want to be the spark of conflict between Master He and King Qing.

  Su reached out, picked up the wine glass on the tray, and lightly touched the wine glass in King Qing's hand: "His Royal Highness is too polite."

  King Qing watched helplessly as Xin You raised his head slightly and drank the wine. He also drank the wine in the glass, and took another glass: "This glass is for Miss Kou, Xiao Wang, and I haven't thanked Miss Kou for the book gift."

  Give a book? What gift book?

  Many people heard this, and the curiosity in their eyes was almost out of control.

  Xin You smiled and drank the third glass of wine.

  She was so straightforward that King Qing got stuck for a while.

  By this time, everyone could see that King Qing was embarrassing Miss Kou. After all, Miss Kou is not a man, so how can she thank a little girl by continuously toasting.

   Ms. Kou's performance was too surprising. She drank three glasses of wine in a row without changing her face.

   And just as King Qing was thinking about the reason for toasting the fourth glass of wine, Xin You raised his hand and summoned a maid with a tray.

  The new maid has six full glasses of wine on her tray.

  Xin You picked up the wine glass and looked at King Qing with a smile on her face: "The daughters of the people should also offer a cup to His Royal Highness King Qing, thank you for condescending to go to my bookstore, and making the small shop flourish."

  The surprise in King Qing's eyes deepened.

   Actually took the initiative to respect him?

  Looking into those eyes that were as calm as water, King Qing felt annoyed at being provoked.

   "Miss Kou is polite."

  The wine glasses made a crisp sound when they collided.

   "Regarding His Royal Highness King Qing..."

   Cup after cup, Kongrui, Jing'an Hou, who is the master, has gone from wanting to stop at the beginning to being shocked later, and finally in a trance.

  And He Qingxiao, who was about to come over but stayed where Xin You looked to stop him, also fell into a daze.

  Why did Miss Kou fight for wine with King Qing?

   Thinking about Miss Kou's words that there was a bloodbath at the banquet, He Qingxiao deeply doubted that Miss Kou was drunk and couldn't control her fight with King Qing, so he got killed because he got sidetracked?

  As for the others, they were even more shocked.

   Are they dreaming? Otherwise, how could you see such an outrageous scene where the second prince, His Royal Highness King Qing, and Miss Kou, the owner of Qingsong Bookstore, competed for wine?

  The scene became more and more quiet, and I didn't know how many glasses of wine I had drunk. The girl's voice was always steady and indifferent: "The daughter of the people has another drink to Your Highness."

   "Okay..." King Qing shook his hand, and the wine glass fell, and it fell to the ground with a shocking sound.

  Looking at King Qing again, his body tilted and fell to the side. Fortunately, Kong Rui was quick to hold him up.

   "Sorry, I'll take His Royal Highness King Qing down first to change."

  Kong Rui dragged the drunk King Qing away.

  Xin You looked expressionlessly at the direction where King Qing was leaving, with coldness hidden in his eyes.

   She dared to drink with such a small amount of alcohol, which was beyond her imagination.

  The people present stayed for a long time, Qi Qi looked at Xin You.

  Xin You sat down calmly, picked up a chopstick and ate the dish, frowning slightly.

   She frowned, and a noble lady who had long been overwhelmed by her spirit of fighting wine asked cautiously: "Miss Kou, what's the matter?"

  Xin You looked up at the noble girl who was asking the question, and smiled with a good temper: "It's nothing, I found that the food is cold."

  The expressions on everyone's face are indescribable.

  You just took down King Qing, so you care about this?

  Princess Zhaoyang learned the details of King Qing's wine fight with Miss Kou from Kong Rui after the banquet was over.

   "Rui'er, mother has only one request for you."

   "Mother, tell me."

   "I like Miss Kou's temper so much, you try hard to marry her back as my daughter-in-law!"

   Kong Rui was stunned, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

  Mother also drank too much, are you saying this casually?

Of course Princess Zhaoyang didn't drink too much, but her whole body was filled with an unknown emotion, which made her look a little excited: "Facing the prince with different identities, not only was she not embarrassed, she even beat her up. There is no one who is more suitable to be my daughter-in-law than Miss Kou. Ruier, you have to live up to it!"

  Princess Zhaoyang feels happy whenever she thinks about that little **** Prince Qing running away to disgust people, but instead being dragged away by the little girl like a dead dog.

   Kong Rui blushed: "Mother, you have been tired for most of the day, go to rest early."

   "I'm not tired." Princess Zhaoyang glanced at her son, "Did you listen to what mother said?"

  Kong Rui tentatively proposed: "If you really like Miss Kou, do you want to recognize her as a righteous daughter?"

   "Huh?" Princess Zhaoyang raised her eyebrows.

  Brat, are you not interested in Miss Kou?

   Kong Rui took the opportunity to express: "In the eyes of my son, Miss Kou is the same as Fuer."

   No one can have other thoughts when facing a girl who looks like her mother.

  Princess Zhaoyang had experienced the pain of being forced to marry a local rich man, but she didn't mean to force her son, she just muttered that she had no eyes.

  As for recognizing Miss Kou as a righteous daughter, she has no plans for the time being, otherwise it will be embarrassing for her son to become enlightened in the future.

  Princess Zhaoyang decided to let the matter between her son and Ms. Kou go as it should. Thinking of King Qing's embarrassment to Ms. Kou, she was thoughtful.

  Could it be that she thought wrong before, that Gu Changbo's niece and son-in-law are bothering Miss Kou, not because of Gu Changbo's mansion, but... Concubine Shu?

  She didn't think that Prince Qing's arrogant wolf cub would cause trouble at her birthday party because of his cousin.

  How did Miss Kou offend Concubine Shu?

  Princess Zhaoyang had deep doubts in her heart.

  After the banquet was over, He Qingxiao was worried, and followed Xin You's carriage far away.

  In the carriage, Xiao Lian tentatively asked: "Girl, did something happen at the banquet?"

  The servants brought by those who attended the banquet had another place to settle, and they were not present during the banquet.

  Xin You looked over with hazy eyes from drinking a lot: "What?"

   "When I came out, the servant girl noticed that many people were watching you quietly, and—" Xiaolian paused, her eyes showed concern, "You seem to have drunk a lot."

   Such a strong alcohol smell is not like fruit wine.

   "A little thing happened."

  Xin You closed her eyes. Although she didn't have the reactions of most people drunk, she was not so calm on the surface: "Xiao Lian, open the curtains and look behind."

  Xiao Lian froze for a moment.

  The girl leaning against the wall of the car smiled lightly, her mind drifting: "I think Mr. He will be behind."

  Xiao Lian:!

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