The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

After the wedding banquet was over, Kong Wenjie sent Fang Chengyin back to the magistrate's yamen, Kong Wenmin drove Zhong Mingwei, Meiya, and Gu Changlin back to the other courtyard in Nanshan, and then sent Chen Qingxuan back. He was working in another courtyard, so he hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol today, but Chen Qingxuan drank a lot and couldn't walk steadily.

Aren't you good at drinking? Kong Wenmin drove the horse slowly, while looking back at the man collapsed in the carriage, there was inevitably some sarcasm in his eyes, Didn't you pour me down before? What's the matter today? But after only drinking a pot of wine, you've become so drunk?

You don't know that wedding wine is intoxicating. Chen Qingxuan laughed when he drank too much. He raised his head and smiled at Kong Wenmin, I... as long as I drink wedding wine, I will be... drunk.

That's right, the last time the Lord and Madam got married, you were drunk like mud, and I sent you back to your home, Kong Wenmin recalled the scene at that time, and couldn't help but say, At that time, you even vomited on me. As for the new clothes, I just wear them once and I can't take them anymore, do you remember?

No... I don't remember, I just remember that the bride looks good, hehe! Chen Qingxuan was still laughing, his eyes were red, and he didn't know if it was because of drinking too much wine, The bride is really... so beautiful, the clothes It's pretty, with embroidered lotuses on the top and top, the hijab is pretty, with red and red tassels hanging from the four corners, people... people must be good-looking too...

You really drank too much, Kong Wenmin saw that Chen Qingxuan was slurring his speech and was still babbling, and thought it was a bit funny, but for some reason, he felt that he was a little pitiful, so he reined in the horse, He took out the water bottle and handed it to Chen Qingxuan, then said in a deep voice, Hold it yourself, drink a few sips.

No...can't drink any more, if you drink any more, you will be drunk, and you will be ashamed of yourself, Chen Qingxuan squinted at the kettle, turned his head to the other side while sipping his dry mouth. lips, and then whispered, It's great to get married, I...I want to get married too...

Then why aren't you married yet? Kong Wenmin drank a couple of sips of water by himself, and while continuing to drive forward, asked casually, Don't you already have a sweetheart? Why don't you just marry someone?

Once, when Kong Wenmin was still resentful towards Chen Qingxuan because of Fang Chengyin's love for Chen Qingxuan, Chen Qingxuan told Kong Wenmin clearly that he already had a sweetheart. Yin's attitude, he knew what Chen Qingxuan said was true. If he didn't have a sweetheart, it would be impossible for Chen Qingxuan to reject a girl like Fang Chengyin so simply. Since then, Kong Wenmin's attitude towards Chen Qingxuan has changed. Attitude, it's just that the two have been at odds for too long. Although there is no misunderstanding later, they still can't get close. Of course, Kong Wenmin is not in the mood and has no time to care about the progress of the relationship between Chen Qingxuan and his sweetheart. This is also remembered Just a random question.

People look down on me, they have never looked down on me, Chen Qingxuan babbled, his voice became softer and hoarse, It's all three thousand weaklings. , Just take a scoop to drink, I... I thought she was my scoop, but I didn't know that she already had her own scoop, and... also made someone else's scoop a long time ago. ...It is a match made in heaven, I...what am I...

Kong Wenmin is a vulgar person, so he couldn't understand Chen Qingxuan's polite words, but he understood the last sentence. He looked at Chen Qingxuan amusedly, and said with a sneer: You just say that people Wouldn’t it be enough to look down on you? Whoring or not, I almost misunderstood that you, a poor scholar, have other hobbies.”

Wh... what hobby? Chen Qingxuan turned over slowly, with wet eyes protruding from the messy hair, looking at Kong Wenmin in a daze, you just said... what hobbies do I have?

For some reason, being stared at by Chen Qingxuan's eyes, Kong Wenjie felt his scalp a little tight. He turned his head away and said in a low voice, It's nothing.