The reborn son cursed his mother, bah, she heard it all

Jiang Ying took Moutai out from the space.

She had a few bottles of Moutai that she bought with the money she earned from working, and she believed that hoarding Moutai would increase its value, so she bought them on impulse.

Suddenly traveling through time, it’s hard to say whether you can go back or not, so just take it out and enjoy it!

There are four or five bottles, and the alcohol content is all over 50. Are you worried that you can't get a few people drunk?

Because it was a family dinner, Jiang Ying invited Lu Yanran and Mu Zijin, and everyone else was family.

The old lady, Jiang Shang, the three Yuan brothers, and Yan Zhuo.

"This wine has a mellow aroma, it's great wine!" The general loved the wine, and Jiang Shang couldn't help but drool just by smelling it.

At this time, Jiang Ying had already drunk three cups and looked at Yan Zhuo provocatively.

The reason why she set him up was because of the Jiang family's curse and the mysterious frame-up in the palace!

I'm about to enter the palace, but these things haven't come to any conclusion yet, which makes me feel depressed.

Of course, the reason why she agreed to enter the palace was that she wanted to explore the situation.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained!

Today's meal was more about the poison, that is, the matter of Aunt Jiang from Xinghua Village.

Yan Zhuo naturally would not be controlled by a little girl, so after briefly staring at Jiang Ying's face which was gradually turning red due to the alcohol, he quickly picked up the cup.

There was no rest at all, and the bottom was reached in an instant.

He even turned the wine glass upside down as if to show off.

Jiang Ying smiled slightly, "Your Majesty has a good alcohol tolerance!"

"I don't know that you are also a big drinker."

Jiang Ying sat down leisurely, "So Your Majesty doesn't know me well enough. Don't worry, there will be many more things that will surprise Your Majesty in the future."

The two of them were playing a game of charades, and everyone at the table was confused.

However, Jiang Shang was so greedy for the wine that he took up the chopsticks first, "Hey, stop talking, eat."

As he said this, he politely picked up a piece of food for Yan Zhuo with his chopsticks. This way, everyone ate what they wanted to eat.

Jiang Shang clenched his glass of wine excitedly, "Come on, my daughter is staying in her new house today. Although it can't be considered a grand housewarming celebration, it is still worth celebrating. Dad will drink a glass first to congratulate Yingying for having a place to settle down in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the glass was empty.

Jiang Yuanyi couldn't help but teasing, "Dad, you're not congratulating your sister, you're just craving for wine, right?"

Yan Zhuo laughed, "Brother Yuan Yi, you're right, Ying'er's wine is sweet, mellow, and has a long aftertaste. It is indeed a good wine! I just don't know where Ying'er bought it?"

As a prince, he had never drunk such good wine!

It shouldn’t be an ordinary restaurant.

Could it be some expert’s small workshop?

Jiang Ying didn't answer, just wanting to keep it in suspense to make Yan Zhuo curious.

Next, she mainly talked to Lu Yanran and Mu Zijin. The men were conquered by Moutai. They took a sip on the left and a cup on the right. Soon they were arm in arm, shouting and singing.

Among them, Jiang Shang had the loudest voice, and he was talking enthusiastically about topics related to leading troops in battle. Jiang Yuanyi was afraid that his outrageous remarks would be offensive to Yan Zhuo, so he was obviously drunk, but he had to keep himself alert all the time, and thus looked funny, dazed and yet serious.

Needless to say, Jiang Yuanchen, who couldn't hold his liquor well, fell down in the first half.

Jiang Yuanlang was okay, after all, he had been hanging out in places of entertainment for many years, and his alcohol tolerance was even better than Jiang Yuanyi. He was slightly tipsy and insisted on dancing with a sword for everyone to see. He then turned around and took the Dawn that Jiang Yuanyi had won, and started to play with it vigorously in the yard.

Seeing that his steps were unsteady, Jiang Yuanyi curled his lips and Jiang Shang shook his head. Only Yan Zhuo gave him face. He held a chopstick in each hand and tapped it gently, as if he was encouraging Jiang Yuanlang or following his rhythm.

He was wearing a moon-white robe, and the moonlight and candlelight overlapped on his body, beautiful and hazy.

Just when Jiang Ying was about to be mesmerized, the monkey son couldn't stand it anymore. He stretched his legs out of the crib and kicked and beat them. [Woo, this wine tastes really intoxicating. I spent 20 years in the wine world in my previous life, and I've never tasted such a fragrant wine.]

[Ahhh, if you can give me a lick, I will have no regrets in my life! ]

[Who are you looking for? Who looks stupider? Is it my uncle's future daughter-in-law Lu Yanran, my second uncle's future daughter-in-law Mu Zijin, or my mother? ]

Jiang Ying almost vomited blood.

Fortunately, the monkey son still had good eyesight. After choosing and choosing, he finally chose Mu Zijin, the softest girl present, after Yin Rui came forward and carried him out.

He rubbed himself against the other's arms, and his chubby little neck hung like a golden hook, moving straight towards the wine glass on the table.

The little tongue stretched out and licked continuously.

It seems as if I will taste the delicious wine I have been longing for in the next second.

Jiang Ying watched from the side but did not try to stop him. She knew very well that the reason the brat chose Mu Zijin was definitely because the girl had no experience and was a stranger, so the restrictions on him were the smallest and he had room to perform.

This was indeed the case. However, when the monkey son finally held a small wine glass with both hands and stretched out his tongue to lick it, Jiang Ying was quick to snatch his wine glass away and replaced it with a glass that he had drunk juice from, "Lick it."

Xiao Yanzhi, "..."

[Ahhhh! Protest! The mother is abusing her own son! ]

“Waaaaaa…” The little brat knew Yan Zhuo was there, and immediately started crying loudly, wanting his scumbag father to support him.

However, Yan Zhuo was a little drunk. When he heard the crying, he just walked forward half a beat slowly and pinched little Yan Zhi's face.

Movements are noticeably slow.

Xiao Yanzhi's face darkened, and he turned his head to avoid his hand, [Humph! Scumbag father! What you said about having offspring is so important, it's all a lie! ]

"Son, can Dad drink well?"

【What a fart! 】

"Very good, right? Look, your uncles and grandfather are all drunk, but Dad is still sober. When you grow up, Dad will teach you."

[Teach me? Teach me what? How to be a blind person in a high-end way? ]

Jiang Ying couldn't hold it in and accidentally spilled the juice at hand.

The colored juice stained her white skirt. Jiang Ying stood up helplessly, "Grandma, two sisters, I see you are full, why don't you take a night walk in the garden to help digest the food? It's almost summer, it's very cool outside, and the moon is bright and round tonight. It's a pity to stay in the house all the time."

She winked playfully and asked Lian to take Lu Yanran and Mu Zijin out quickly, and she would change her clothes and follow them.

The original plan was to create opportunities for Jiang Yuanyi and Jiang Yuanchen, but unfortunately both of them are drunk now.

Shaking his head, Jiang Ying didn't care about anything else and went to change his clothes first.

Yan Zhuo was still playing with little Yan Zhi. The father and son were talking in different languages, but surprisingly they were in very harmonious harmony.

At least on the surface it's harmonious.

To Jiang Ying's surprise, when she changed her clothes and came out of the house, Yan Zhuo was counting the stars one by one in the corridor.

"Your Highness?" Could he be drunk?

Jiang Ying walked over tentatively. He was still counting. After a while, he lowered his head and looked at Jiang Ying and said, "There are one hundred and one. They are really bright."

"The prince is drunk." Jiang Ying said calmly.

The latter pulled the corner of his mouth lightly and said calmly, "No, I am not drunk."

Generally, drunk people will emphasize that they are not drunk.

Jiang Ying knew what was going on and carefully supported Yan Zhuo's arm, "Well, good, I'm not drunk. I'll take you to the door, Your Highness. It's late, Your Highness, go home and sleep."

This is just a polite remark to make Yan Zhuo relax his vigilance.

Who knew that this guy relaxed so completely that his legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground. Jiang Ying instinctively half-hugged his upper body, but Yan Zhuo was completely exhausted and fell limply into Jiang Ying's arms.

It took a lot of effort for Jiang Ying to help him to the pavilion next to him.

The man lay on the stone table, breathing long and smelling of wine, as if he was asleep.

Jiang Ying raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes a few times. He didn't respond, so Jiang Ying knew it was okay. She clenched her fist and asked softly, "Your Highness, when Nanny Jiang was captured and imprisoned in the prison, you went to see her, right?"

"Hmm...hmm." Yan Zhuo hummed at first, and then answered affirmatively.

Jiang Ying nodded. She guessed correctly, Yan Zhuo must have been there!

Otherwise, the matter of the witchcraft curse wouldn’t be made so clear!

Unfortunately, Nanny Jiang had died and Xinghua Village was too far away, so if she wanted to know something, she had to start with Yan Zhuo.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ying's eyes became more determined, and he asked again, "She, Madam Jiang, what did she say to you before she died? Did she tell you why she wanted to place such a vicious curse on the Jiang family?"

"Hmm..." Under Jiang Ying's passionate gaze, Yan Zhuo didn't say anything, but just groaned.

Jiang Ying was just waiting, but suddenly nothing happened. He was so angry that his eyes turned green.

But you can't talk normality and logic to a person who is drunk and drugged by hallucinogenic powder.

She could only continue to be patient and coax him softly, "Your Highness, think about it carefully. That Cao is so strange. It's impossible that he only harmed the Jiang family. Is there anyone else who was also harmed?"

My goodness, the Dog Prince was not moved at all.

I changed my position and continued to sleep with my arms as a pillow.

Jiang Ying gritted his teeth, and finally, an idea flashed in his mind, "Your Highness, Zhizhi is our child. Although he is not surnamed Jiang, he still has half Jiang family blood. You say, the Gu curse is so powerful, if it really succeeds, will it hurt Zhizhi as well?"

Sure enough, the child is his Achilles' heel.

The man's eyes suddenly opened, and there was a moment of violence. Jiang Ying watched without blinking, excitedly hoping that he would spit out something. As a result, his erection was only for a moment, and soon softened again. He muttered, "Ying'er, I am thirsty, I want to drink water~"

Jiang Ying: "..."

Damn it, I didn’t get any answers, but I ended up using you as both a crutch and a maid!

But she couldn't just walk away.

The effect of the hallucinogenic powder only lasted for less than an hour, and it was placed alone in the three glasses of wine that she had used to provoke him.

It's almost over now.

So Jiang Ying quickly poured Yan Zhuo a cup of cold tea from the table and fed him the tea himself before continuing, "Your Highness, what did Nanny Jiang say?"

"Mother Jiang?"

"Well, do you remember?"

"Are you Ying'er?"

"I'm."

"You are too far away, I can't see clearly. I can only tell Yingying the secret about Nanny Jiang. Come closer, I want to make sure it's you."

Grass!

Jiang Ying just wanted to curse.

What material is the Dog King made of? Why is he in such trouble after being poisoned by hallucinogenic powder?

However, at the last moment, Jiang Ying was unwilling to give up, so she turned her delicate little face towards Yan Zhuo with good temper and obedience.

The next second, not only did I feel a warm and cool touch on my face, but my waist was also suddenly grabbed by someone.

The man's voice was like a clear spring, clear and tender, "Yingying, if you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet?"