My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 793 Drunk?

There was applause all around, everyone shouted their names one after another, the smell of wine and meat was lingering, and the emotions were mobilized again.

Rong Zhan held her in his arms and asked worriedly: "Uncomfortable? Drunk or something?"

Shen Qianxia shook her head, raised her face and asked with a smile, "Does it sound good?"

The slightly tipsy peach blossom eyes are full of affection, the fair face is smudged with a very light crimson color, and the red lips are delicate and charming.

It's absolutely gorgeous.

He also sang such heart-pounding love songs to him, his feeling at this moment is indescribable.

He couldn't help pulling her into his arms, and hugged her gently: "It sounds good."

Listening to his hoarse and emotional voice, Shen Qianxia kept smiling.

Sitting in front of the guqin, Wang Xiluo didn't recover her mood for a long time.

Seeing this, Su Jing approached with a wine bottle, and sighed: "Xi Luo, you have also seen that the Seventh Prince has a special liking for Miss Shen, why should you?"

Wang Xiluo regained consciousness, and smiled at Su Jing: "Uncle Su, you should also know what is the most important thing when it comes to rights."

Su Jing naturally understood that if Rong Zhan had the help of the Wang family, he would undoubtedly be like a tiger with wings added, and he would have no worries when facing the strong North Vietnamese troops.

However, he has not had little contact with Rong Zhan, and has cooperated many times on the battlefield.

He still has a good understanding of Rong Zhan's temperament, if he asks him to make a deal with something he doesn't like, he will never compromise.

What's more, he already has a woman he likes now. Although Shen Qianxia's background is not as noble as Wang Xiluo's, her appearance and temperament are extraordinary, no less than that of a famous lady.

After thinking for a while, Su Jing still offered words of comfort: "Xi Luo, your royal family supports the Seventh Prince, so you don't necessarily have to get married, does it?"

"As the saying goes, only those who share the same interests can stand on the same front, and the prime minister will understand this truth."

Wang Xiluo sneered secretly, if she didn't have deep-rooted affection for Rong Zhan and wanted to get him, she wouldn't care who her father supported.

The Wang family is her only bargaining chip. She knew him earlier than Shen Qianxia, ​​and she was attracted to him earlier than Shen Qianxia. Why should a latecomer gain the upper hand?
Her face was calm, gentle and elegant: "Uncle Su, if what you said makes sense, why did His Royal Highness bother to choose a concubine?"

"Those who support him will naturally support him. Why send his daughter to the East Palace? Isn't it always the case that families have to consolidate their strength throughout the ages?"

When Su Jing heard this, he choked for a moment.

He couldn't use himself against her. Although he had been neutral all these years, he was on the same front as Rong Zhan in his heart.

So for a long time, he was also regarded as a princeling, but his attitude towards others was very indifferent, and he didn't bother to explain.

He never thought about who he would marry his daughter to, who she liked, who she was willing to be with, and if the other party didn't dislike her, he would definitely agree.

Wang Xiluo asked Ziyan to put away the piano, then got up, and bowed to Su Jing: "Anyway, thank you Uncle Su tonight."

Su Jing quickly waved his hand: "I don't dare to take it seriously, it's Guozi who wants to clean up the dust for Miss Shen, and it has nothing to do with me."

Wang Xiluo smiled without saying a word, walked slowly towards the bonfire, and said softly to Shen Qianxia: "Miss Shen is really versatile and admirable."

Shen Qianxia twitched the corners of her mouth, and said in a flat tone: "It's your piano sound that matches well."

"Miss Shen, Miao Zan, your singing voice is the sound of nature, it is memorable."

Wang Xiluo curled her fingers and smiled, her white dress was swept up by the wind, as beautiful as a snow lotus standing on a snow mountain.

(End of this chapter)