The soft and tender princess is loved by everyone and the love-brains just want to get on top

"Princess, it really is." Fu Yue said in surprise.

Yan Jiaojiao looked inside, asked someone to bring out two jars, and then buried it back.

Although the house had not been occupied for a long time, everything inside was still there. Fu Yue went in and took out a few wine glasses, wiped them clean, and took them outside to the yard.

Yan Jiaojiao was lying on the rocking chair in the yard, feeling leisurely.

Fu Yue secretly glanced at Song Shiyan who was standing next to her. She didn't know what he had done that seemed to make the princess unhappy.

Fu Yue took out the washed wine glass and placed it on the stone table in the yard.

"Princess, would you like to try some peach blossom wine?" Fu Yue asked tentatively.

Yan Jiaojiao hummed softly and sat up straight in the rocking chair.

Fu Yue poured out some peach blossom wine, carefully poured a small cup and handed it to Yan Jiaojiao.

Yan Jiaojiao took the wine from her hand, the light pink wine, and she took a sip.

There is a faint fragrance when you first take a sip. The scent of peach blossom dilutes the spiciness of the wine. It tastes slightly sweet, slightly sweet but not greasy, as if a tree of peach blossoms is quietly blooming on the tip of your tongue.

After taking a sip, the breath is fragrant, as if the lips and teeth are stained with the scent of peach blossoms, which is quite good.

"It tastes quite good, Fu Yue, come and try it." Yan Jiaojiao took a sip and then encouraged Fu Yue to try it too.

"Princess, I heard that peach blossom wine has the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin." Fu Yue said with a smile and poured a small cup to taste.

"really?"

The two were talking on the side, only Song Shiyan remained silent.

His face was still calm and expressionless, but his inner restlessness gradually became more obvious as Yan Jiaojiao ignored him.

"Host, are you not going to pay attention to Song Shiyan next to you? He is almost staring you out of the hole. I can feel the strong resentment in his heart."

Seeing that she was still happily tasting the wine, Cha Cha glanced at Song Shiyan's unhappy expression next to her and asked.

"Hmph, it's his fault for being so unromantic. I'm just playing hard to get and keeping a certain distance." Yan Jiaojiao said nonchalantly.

Cha Cha responded as if she understood, but didn't say anything else.

In the end, it was Song Shiyan who spoke first.

"Princess...is the peach blossom wine delicious?" he asked softly.

"Why don't you try it yourself and know?" Yan Jiaojiao replied indifferently without even looking at him.

Song Shiyan sat on the stone chair, took the cup and poured himself a glass of peach blossom wine.

A gust of wind blew, and peach blossoms all over the ground fluttered in the wind and fell down.

Song Shiyan looked at Yan Jiaojiao who was talking happily with Fu Yue, and peach blossoms fell on her.

Yan Jiaojiao reached out her hand to take it, caught the peach petals, and happily showed them to Fu Yue.

But he suddenly felt that the peach blossoms in the sky were not as touching as her sweet smile.

The gloom in his eyes grew darker.

Song Shiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. He raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it all in one gulp, one glass after another, not knowing how much he had drunk.

By the time Fu Yue discovered him, Song Shiyan was already a little drunk, his face was slightly red, and his expression seemed a little different from usual.

"Princess..." Fu Yue quietly pulled Yan Jiaojiao's sleeve, motioning her to look at Song Shiyan.

Only then did Yan Jiaojiao realize that Song Shiyan was already drunk and was staggering as if he was drunk.

"How much did he drink? Is he drunk?" Yan Jiaojiao said uncertainly.

"Princess, you look drunk."

From Fu Yue's perspective, she could just see Song Shiyan's flushed face and squinting eyes.

Yan Jiaojiao: “…”

"Let him sleep there first." Yan Jiaojiao said ruthlessly.

Since Yan Jiaojiao had said so, Fu Yue naturally wouldn't say anything. Whatever her princess said was the truth, and she just had to listen to her princess.

So the two of them chatted there for a while.

It was already quite late when they arrived, so it was already getting dark.

Yan Jiaojiao stood up and patted the scattered peach blossoms on her body.

"Go back and take the remaining jar of wine back so that Axin can taste the peach blossom wine that he buried with his own hands." Yan Jiaojiao looked at the unopened jar of peach blossom wine next to her and said lightly.

"Yes, I'll have someone move it to the carriage." Fu Yue responded.

The accompanying guards were waiting outside the yard. Fu Yue called one of them over and asked him to move it carefully onto the carriage.

"Princess...what should we do about Miss Ayan?" Fu Yue asked tentatively.

What can I do?

I can't just abandon him, so I can only take him back with me.

"Let him help him into the carriage." Yan Jiaojiao said after thinking for a while.

"Yes." Fu Yue stretched out her hand to help Song Shiyan, but was pushed away by him.

"Don't touch me." Song Shiyan said with some resistance.

Fu Yue looked at Yan Jiaojiao with some embarrassment: "Princess, this..."

How is this going?

Do you still recognize people when you are drunk?

Seeing that he was very resistant to Fu Yue, Yan Jiaojiao walked over to him and stretched out her hand to pull him up.

Song Shiyan stood still obediently at this moment.

Yan Jiaojiao: “…”

Why did she suspect that he was pretending?

There was no other way, Yan Jiaojiao had to help the man onto the carriage. Fortunately, the distance was not very far, otherwise she would have wanted to abandon Song Shiyan because it was really tiring to help him like this.

Yan Jiaojiao wanted to put the person on the carriage, but Song Shiyan held her and refused to let go.

Forget it.

She is tired.

"Princess, shall we go back then?" Fu Yue asked outside.

Yan Jiaojiao hummed.

Song Shiyan suddenly moved closer to her, his breath falling on her fair and delicate neck skin.

He seemed to be really drunk. He lowered his head in a daze and slowly leaned his head on her shoulder.

During the intimate contact, the nose was filled with the smell of alcohol that had not yet dissipated.

Yan Jiaojiao looked down at him, and his cheeks were faintly flushed, just like the peach blossoms blooming in the yard.

Her eyes were a little blurry, like autumn mist, revealing a hint of charm in her drunkenness.

His red lips parted slightly, as if in invitation.

She is like a lazy night owl, and becomes even more charming after getting drunk.

Yan Jiaojiao poked his face with her finger to see if he would wake up.

She poked him several times in a row, but Song Shiyan just frowned slightly and didn't move.

Just when she gave up and wanted to evacuate, Song Shiyan grabbed her fingers.

"Princess... why did you ignore A Yan today?" He said with a somewhat aggrieved tone.

Yan Jiaojiao remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Song Shiyan grabbed her hand and put it in his mouth and bit it gently.

Yan Jiaojiao was caught off guard by the action and was unable to react for a moment. By the time she reacted, she already felt a numbness in her hand.