The regent walks with wind after his wedding

Chapter 355 Promise to Marry Zhan Beiqing

She got up suddenly, opened the window wider, and said coyly, "It's a bit hot in the room."

Mo Li made a fan with his hand, slammed it twice, returned to the table and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The corners of Zhan Beiqing's lips curled up in a subtle arc. Li'er had already drank six or seven glasses of wine, which was a thousand drinks...

"Li'er, eat shrimp."

Zhan Beiqing pushed the peeled shrimp to her, poured her another glass of wine by the way, and looked at her affectionately: "Li'er, Prince Beiyue has been in the Eastern Tang Kingdom for too long, this king should have sent him off a long time ago." Going back to Beiyue, it's just that he is your elder brother, so I didn't drive him away because of your face."

"Oh..." Mo Li didn't dare to meet his gaze, and held up his wine glass guiltily, "On behalf of senior brother, thank you, my lord, and I offer you a toast!"

Zhan Beiqing picked up the cup, touched the rim of the cup to her, put it on his thin lips and sipped it: "You are you, Prince Beiyue is Prince Beiyue, you don't have to thank him on behalf of him."

Mo Li lowered his eyes, drank the wine again, suddenly felt a little dizzy, shook his head, and supported his forehead with his hands: "My lord, I seem... drunk, I'll go back first."

As soon as she stood up on the table, her body swayed, and Zhan Beiqing immediately supported her: "Li'er, are you drunk?"

Mo Li shook his head, trying to make his vision clearer: "It seems to be... drunk, a little dizzy when looking at things."

"How do you go back like this?" Zhan Beiqing half hugged and half supported her, his voice low.

"Then...please, my lord...send me back."

Zhan Beiqing hooked his lips: "Okay!"

Zhan Beiqing hugged Mo Li horizontally, and Mo Li felt the world spinning, making him dizzy even more.

The guests in the lobby of the Zuixian Tower were eating and talking about Mo Li and the Mo Mansion, when the regent came out holding Mo Li who had just gone upstairs with him, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the words on his lips came out abruptly. Then, the lobby fell into a deathly silence.

Zhan Beiqing walked steadily, holding Mo Li, who was in a daze, out of Zuixian Tower as if no one else was there, got into the carriage, and drove away.

The lobby exploded immediately!
"Just... just... Am I dreaming?"

"What a dream in broad daylight! Just now the Prince Regent 'embraced' Mo Li and went downstairs. Just now I thought the two were a good match, but I didn't expect to be together." This man bit the word "hug" extremely hard.

"I didn't hear that the regent was hired. Mo Li is now the master of Nancang County. It's not that simple to be the princess regent of the Eastern Tang Kingdom, right?"

"You have to have confidence in the regent's ability. The Eastern Tang Kingdom is governed by him in a smooth manner, and the country is prosperous and the people are peaceful. Isn't it a marriage between the two countries? It may be a problem for others, but for the regent, it is nothing."

"If Mo Li becomes the regent princess, then we will be considered as Eastern Tang people, and our famous talented woman in the capital has returned."

In the carriage, Mo Li was lying in Zhan Beiqing's arms, dizzy even more, she muttered drunkenly: "Where are you, where is this?"

Zhan Beiqing's voice was extremely gentle: "Li'er be patient, she will be home soon."

Mo Li closed her eyes, and said in an indistinct voice: "Xingjiu soup, remember to make the hangover soup."

"Okay." Zhan Beiqing's big hand moved to her temple, and gently massaged her, "Li'er, does this still hurt?"

Mo Li closed his eyes and breathed out in enjoyment: "It's comfortable!"

Looking down at her cute appearance, Zhan Beiqing couldn't help but chuckled: "You know how to enjoy when you're drunk!

Night Breeze, enter the mansion through the back door! "

"Yes." Night Breeze turned the carriage and headed towards the street at the back door of the Prince Regent's Mansion.

Arriving at the back door of the Prince Regent's Mansion, the two of them didn't get out of the car, and Night Breeze drove the carriage directly into the mansion.

Inside the Nuanchun Hall, Zhan Beiqing hugged the dizzy Mo Li to the couch, Mo Li closed his eyes, and squeezed the space between his brows with his small hands: "Headache, is the hangover soup ready?"

"almost done."

Zhan Beiqing laughed lowly, and stroked her small face with his hand: "Wait a minute, I'll get you some water to drink."

Mo Li went to pull his hand with a small hand: "Who wants to drink water, I want to drink, Qianzhuo wine! Go pour it, go pour it!"

"Okay, then you wait for the king."

With a smile on his face, Zhan Beiqing got up, left the Nuanchun Palace, ordered his servants to prepare soup for sobering up, and brought paper and ink.

He entered the dormitory again, helped Mo Li and brought a glass of warm water to her mouth: "Come on, drink some water first, the hangover soup will be ready in a while."

"Who wants to drink water, I don't drink water!"

Zhan Beiqing persuaded him patiently: "This king is wrong, come, have some wine, your favorite Qianzhuo wine."

"Wine?" Mo Li smiled, and said drunkenly, "I want to drink, give it to me quickly."

Zhan Beiqing took the water and helped Moli to drink it.Mo Li drank a few sips, and said disgustedly: "It's not good, it's not good! This is not Qianjuu wine!" Waving his little hand, he refused to let the cup get closer.

Zhan Beiqing had no choice but to put down the water, and put the pillow behind Mo Li's back for her to lean against: "Li'er, take a nap for a while, the hangover soup will be brought soon."

He came to the cubicle, picked up the writing brush he brought, and quickly wrote a few words on the paper: "I promise to marry Zhan Beiqing as my wife. If I go back on my word, I am willing to accept any punishment from Zhan Beiqing. .”

After finishing writing, Zhan Beiqing read it again in satisfaction before taking it into the bedroom and putting it on the sandalwood table in front of the window.

"Li'er, come here!"

Zhan Beiqing carried Mo Li, who was leaning against the head of the bed and felt dizzy, to the table, and showed her the written note: "What do you think this is?"

Mo Li opened her eyes and stared at the paper for a long time, shaking her head and squinting her eyes. After a lot of effort, she could only see the word "myself". She said impatiently: "What is this?" , myself?"

Zhan Beiqing stuffed the brush into her hand: "Li'er, I bet you won't be able to write your own name when you're drunk."

Mo Li patted the table with his left hand: "Who said I can't write my own name? I can write it backwards!"

Zhan Beiqing raised his lips as if he had succeeded: "Then Lier wrote it for me to read?"

"What's the benefit of writing it?"

"If Li'er writes well, how about I give you a pot of thousand wine?"

Mo Li grinned, and stretched out two fingers: "Three pots!"

"Okay, deal! It's up to Li'er to write her name neatly and beautifully!"

"Don't underestimate me!" Mo Li shook his head vigorously, and Zhan Beiqing pointed to a blank space: "Li'er, write it here."

"Okay!" Mo Li took a deep breath, and took a brush to write his name stroke by stroke on the paper.

Although she was drunk, she still wrote the name, but after all, she was drunk, so the handwriting was a little more scribbled than usual.She smiled proudly: "How is it, young master, is the writing beautiful? Is it neat?"

Zhan Beiqing immediately took out the brush in her hand and carried her back to the couch: "Beautiful and neat!"

Mo Li burped triumphantly, and stretched out two fingers again: "Three jugs, remember, three jugs!"

(End of this chapter)