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

Yin Jiazhi caught Jiang Heng and Meng Xian and they had a good time laughing and joking.

Meng Xian, who was usually so eloquent and eloquent, was now blushing and unable to form a sentence.

Although Jiang Heng also liked to see girls shy, he was more defensive and gave Yin Jiazhi a restrained look, and the other party immediately shut up decisively.

After a banquet, I didn’t eat much food, but drank more and more wine.

Meng Wan didn't drink much, considering that there was a foreigner around;

Not to mention Meng Qi, she is very thoughtful and does not allow herself to be distracted by external objects.

On the contrary, the teachers and students were having a great time chatting with each other. During the feast, they also raised their heads and took a sip of the wine.

Meng Zhou felt happy and drank the most; Jiang Heng rarely drank outside, and today he couldn't keep up with his teacher's hospitality. With her around, he felt happy, so he drank a few more drinks.

As for the banquet between men, once it has started, it cannot be stopped if one wants to.

While pushing cups and changing cups, under the cheers of friends and the hospitality of elders,

I couldn’t control myself from drinking one cup after another.

By the end of the drink, several men were blushing and starting to talk nonsense.

Meng Zhou was still holding the cup in his hand, and he was already speaking awkwardly. He grabbed Jiang Heng's arm and said stumblingly: "Yanqing, I, I can tell you, Xianxiao, yes, I treat you as your own daughter... ...Big one, you have to treat her well, otherwise, I won’t be able to spare you, kid.”

Jiang Heng seemed to be very drunk, and he laughed out loud when he heard this.

Yin Jiazhi drank, young and old, and everyone said they vomited the truth after drinking, and he indeed "vomited".

"Teacher, you, do you have a niece~"

"Don't just think about Jiang Yanqing. Also, find me a wife."

Meng Zhou couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Your teacher, do I owe you?"

"Your parents have shown you so many beautiful ladies. Who do you blame if you don't like them yourself?"

Yin Jiazhi spoke in a low voice, sounding a little aggrieved, "The ladies from the ministers' families are good at everything, but they are too boring and can't say a word with three sticks."

"If we get married, what kind of life will I have to live every day~"

As he spoke, he raised his arms to show resistance. Next to him, Chen Yan, who had also drank a lot and was dangling on his arms and taking a nap, almost fell down due to his action.

Fortunately, Meng Qi had sharp eyes and reached out to give him a hand.

The girl's palms were soft and fragrant. Chen Yan stiffened, muttered a thank you, and then sat upright.

Meng Wan couldn't stand it anymore and asked Meng Liang to take Meng Zhou back to the room. But Meng Zhou didn't know whether he was really drunk or was drinking to release the depression and depression of the past decades, but he refused to leave despite any words. , insisted on continuing to drink and chat with his three good students.

"The wine in Xianxian Restaurant is really good. Let's have two more bottles."

Meng Xian's forehead twitched, she couldn't bear it anymore.

"How much have you drunk? Are you still drinking?"

He pointed at Jiang Heng and the other two people who were so drunk that they were lying on the table, "Look at how drunk your three good students are."

Among them, she deliberately poked Jiang Heng twice on the shoulder to vent her anger, "No one is allowed to drink."

Seeing this, Meng Zhou couldn't help but tease: "Xianxian, you haven't even gotten married yet, and you are so strict about it?"

A wave of heat rushed straight to Meng Xian's Tianling Gai, and then spread to his neck and behind his ears in an instant.

The girl was shocked, embarrassed and angry by these words, "Uncle, what did you say?"

After drinking, Meng Zhou looked like an old naughty boy, "Look at you acting like a housekeeper, am I wrong?"

Yin Jiazhi: "I think so too." He reached out and patted Jiang Heng's shoulder comfortingly, "Brother, you won't be tightly controlled in the future, right?"

Jiang Heng's lips curled up slightly and he smiled quietly.

Meng Xian was speechless and didn't want to talk to these drunkards. She turned around to leave, but the man held her wrist across the table.

She also fell into a pair of narrow black eyes that seemed drunk but not drunk.

Meng Wan coughed slightly when she saw this, "Okay, okay, it's getting late, and you guys have really drank a lot. Are you ready for the Qiu Ning Qiulan and hangover soup?"

Qiu Ning: "I prepared it early in the morning."

"Go bring it."

Meng Wan looked at the four drunks with a slight headache.

Why did a few teachers and students get drunk like this at a wonderful birthday banquet?

What's even worse is that Yin Jiazhi and the other three are now so drunk that they are delirious and cannot leave. How should they be settled?

The maid brought four large bowls of sobering soup, and Meng Zhou drank it all in one gulp. He probably couldn't hold it any longer, so he finally returned to the bedroom with the help of Meng Liang and the servant.

Under Meng Qi's instructions, Yin Jiazhi and Chen Yan were carried by four people from Laifu and sent to Zheng Xuze's yard to lie on their sides.

And Jiang Heng...

The two sisters gave Meng Xian a look, indicating that she was responsible for her people, and then turned around and left the banquet room.

Jiang Heng no longer had the strength to hold her wrist just now. He was already leaning against the girl bonelessly, smelling of alcohol.

Meng Lian thought about it and realized that there was really no other place, so she asked Baili to help, took her to her yard, and placed her on the beauty couch where she usually lay during her lunch break.

Chunyue came in with a hangover soup, "Girl, the prince hasn't drunk the hangover soup yet. Look..."

"Let him go first, I'll wake him up."

Chunyue put down the soup bowl and pulled Chunxiang away with great discernment.

Meng Xian looked at the eyes of the two maids and knew that they were thinking wrongly.

I couldn't laugh or cry in my heart. It was broad daylight. This was a drunkard. What could he do?

He turned to look at the drunk man. He was lying on the couch, which was not spacious for him, with his cheeks flushed and his eyebrows slightly frowned from time to time. He was not sleeping peacefully.

She walked up to him, intending to wake him up.

If you don't drink the hangover soup, you will feel guilty when you wake up tomorrow.

The man was very sleepy, but after she called her twice, he slowly woke up and opened his drunken eyes.

She tested the temperature and found it was right in his mouth. She was about to feed him a drink. Unexpectedly, the man snatched the blue and white porcelain bowl from her hand, drank it all in one gulp, then put the bowl aside, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep again. .

Meng Xian was surprised and relieved.

If he wants to sleep after drinking the soup, let him be.

She glanced around him, then walked to the cupboard in the room, took a light and breathable plush blanket, unfolded it and carefully covered the man.

And just as she was tucking the blanket around his side, a pair of big hands suddenly grasped hers.

Meng Xian's heart skipped a beat, and then before she could make a sound, the world suddenly began to spin.

The man sat up suddenly, then pulled him into his arms and then lifted him up and put him on his lap;

How can a drunk person have such strength? Meng Xian poked his hard chest, "Are you drunk or not?"

The man's head was leaning on her shoulder. His voice was extremely hoarse at the moment, but also had a special temptation, "Drunk."

"Are you as drunk as you?" She reached out and tugged on his ears, smiling angrily.

The man made no sound, but held his arms tighter.

"Don't make trouble. It's not comfortable for you to sleep like this. You're so drunk, why can't you be more honest?" she said in a serious tone.

Jiang Heng slowly raised his head from her shoulder, put his palm on the back of her neck, and hugged her forward.

She sat in his arms,

He just looked at her steadily, motionless.

In the girl's clear, watery eyes,

Can't see anything,

Only him can be seen.