Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"Brother Yichen, I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still as handsome as ever."

Princess Li Ling, who was standing opposite him, propped up her head and looked at him with a smile.

He held the glass of water she poured for him, drank it slowly, lowered his eyes, and didn't care at all about Princess Li Ling's malicious look towards him.

Yang Susu gritted her teeth, a surge of anger rising straight to her head.

"Hey, Susu, this pork elbow is delicious, would you like to try a piece?"

Zhuang Biyao's weak voice came from my ear.

"Don't eat!"

Zhuang Biyao coughed softly a few times: "How about I go out for a walk with you?"

"Need not."

If looks could kill, Jun Yichen would have been riddled with holes under her eyes.

But he just ignored her, and never looked up at her.

She was clearly sitting opposite him, and he could see her as soon as he raised his eyes.

There were noisy sounds all around.

Everyone toasted, made jokes, and flattered.

His father, General Yang, and King Meng were both very busy.

After a while, the graceful silk music sounded, and the dancers twisted their waists in a seductive way, and everyone was attracted by their dancing.

Yang Susu finally stopped looking at Jun Yichen across from her.

Just because she had seen too much, her eyes were a little sore.

The aroma of peach blossom wine wafts from the side.

"Yao'er, pour me some."

Zhuang Biyao paused while holding the wine gourd in her hand.

Thinking of the last time Yang Susu got drunk, she subconsciously hid the peach blossom wine in her hand.

But Yang Susu was now a person with inner strength, so he just gently pinched her wrist and easily snatched the wine gourd from her hand.

She opened the lid of the gourd and gulped down the peach blossom wine as if she were drinking water.

Zhuang Biyao widened her eyes!

"It's over——"

Yang Susu's complexion became ruddy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She smiled silly, pointed at Zhuang Biyao and said, "Biyao, your wine tastes good, but it's too weak, not satisfying. Come on, give me another pot."

She burped and reached out to grab another bottle of wine that Zhuang Biyao had hidden.

"Biyao, come on, cheers, don't leave until you are drunk."

Zhuang Biyao always had a feeling that something was wrong.

She raised the white jade porcelain cup and clinked it with the big wine gourd. She looked at Jun Yichen and Jun Zeyuan, who were wearing bright yellow imperial robes, and said weakly, "Auntie, my ancestor, please don't cause trouble at the palace banquet."

Today she came to the palace banquet, and her grandfather had told her for a long time that she must not cause any trouble.

"What? Biyao, what did you say?"

Yang Susu's voice was slightly louder.

This attracted many people nearby to look over.

Jun Yichen on the opposite side had raised his eyes at some point, his deep eyes fell deeply on Yang Susu, his brows knitted tightly.

Jun Zeyuan squeezed his palms nervously.

Xiao Yi and King Meng drank a glass of wine and looked towards Yang Susu.

"Shh-"

Zhuang Biyao reached out and covered Yang Susu's mouth: "Ancestor, please keep your voice down."

Yang Susu laughed and stretched out her hand to pull Zhuang Biyao's hand away: "What are you doing? Why are you shushing? Oh, Biyao wants to go to the toilet, right?"

Zhuang Biyao: “…”

It's over, completely over!

"I have long heard of the great name of the Princess Zhenguo. I offer a toast to her."

Wen Tianhua, the new champion of the Spring Examination, came forward with a wine glass in his hand and stood respectfully in front of Yang Susu.

Yang Susu raised her eyes, and her eyes lit up.

The man in front of me was eye-catching, his facial features seemed to be sculpted, especially his eyes, which were particularly clear.

She stood up with a smile, raised the wine gourd in her hand and clinked it with his white jade cup: "You look good. When did you become an official? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Your humble servant is the newly crowned number one scholar, Wen Tianhua."

Yang Susu reached out and patted Wen Tianhua on the shoulder, her face flushed with a bright smile: "Oh - handsome man, really good, if this princess is not engaged, I will marry you."

Yang Susu's words were like explosives, blasting away the silence at the palace banquet.

Who doesn't know that she has been granted marriage to the Ming King?

But tonight, Princess Liling was sitting next to King Ming.

This relationship is a bit subtle.

Wen Tianhua blushed slightly, and politely bowed to Yang Susu: "My lady, you have said too much. My family is poor, and I have received your kindness before. Today, I offer this wine to thank you for saving my life."

Yang Susu frowned: "Life-saving grace?"

“Exactly.”

Looking at that face, Yang Susu suddenly felt that it was a little familiar.

Suddenly I remembered the heavy snow before the New Year. I seemed to have treated a scholar on the road. The scholar was too poor to afford medical treatment. When he came to the city, his money was robbed and he almost died in the snow.

She felt sorry for him, so she gave him some medicine and some change.

"Oh, it's you."

Yang Susu happily took Wen Tianhua's hand and said, "I saved your life, how can I let it go with just one glass of wine? Come, come, sit next to me, and today you will accompany me until I am drunk."

Wen Tianhua was at a loss as he suddenly felt several cold gazes coming from behind him.

what's the situation?

He just came to express his gratitude for saving his life.

"Lord Wen has a limited alcohol tolerance, so please don't make things difficult for him. Lord Wen, come and drink with me."

Jun Zeyuan, dressed in a dragon robe, looked at Wen Tianhua with a half-smile.

Wen Tianhua quickly pulled his hand back, bowed to Yang Susu again, and walked towards Jun Zeyuan holding the white jade porcelain cup.

Yang Susu looked at Wen Tianhua, who seemed to be fleeing, with a gloomy look on her face. She couldn't help but pout and took another sip from the gourd.

After Wen Tianhua toasted, Jun Zeyuan asked with a smile: "Does your dear Wen have a wife at home?"

"Your Majesty, I have no wife at home."

"Then I will be the matchmaker today. The daughter of Lord Yang in the Xingzhao Ya is virtuous and beautiful. I think she is a perfect match for you. What do you think?"

Wen Tianhua was stunned, then he knelt down hurriedly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."

Yang Susu sat in her seat and took another sip of wine unhappily.

She just praised Wen Tianhua and touched his hand. Was Jun Zeyuan afraid that she would really do something to Wen Tianhua?

So you hurriedly arranged a marriage for him?

"Someone, continue dancing."

At Jun Zeyuan's command, the dancers changed into new dance costumes, each holding a pipa in their hands, dancing gracefully with the melody lingering on their fingertips.

After a while, Eunuch Chen beside Jun Zeyuan brought a bowl of black stuff and placed it in front of Yang Susu.

The voices of "Brother Yichen" from the other side always reached Yang Susu's ears through the noise.