Ma'am, your vest fell off again

Chapter 392 Persimmons
In the afternoon of that day, the carriage arrived in the town.

After staying in the country for more than ten days, suddenly seeing the crowd of Xixi muttering, she was really uncomfortable. Fu Xuanrong picked a good-looking inn and stayed with Li Junhao.

"Xiao Er, do you have Chang'an wine here?"

"Oh, ma'am, you have come to the right place. The Chang'an wine in our inn is the most authentic in the local area. It is guaranteed to be soft and soft, and three cups stand upside down!"

Fu Xuanrong raised her eyebrows, "I'm more interested in what you said, so get me the three altars!"

Li Junhao shook his head, "You can't drink so much."

"What are you afraid of? I can take it home if I can't finish it. It's also good to give as a gift." The main reason is that she still doesn't believe in the existence of three glasses of wine in the world.

Xiaoer happily responded, "Alright, just wait, I'll get it right away!"

After a while, the three jars of wine were delivered to the table. Fu Xuanrong couldn't wait to lift the lid, and suddenly a strong aroma of wine came to her nostrils, "Mmm, it smells good!"

She praised it without hesitation, took out a bowl and poured a small half of it for herself, and drank it down.

Xiao Er was stunned watching from the sidelines. He has been in business for so many years, and he has never seen such a heroic woman drinking, which is really rare.

Fu Xuanrong put the bowl back on the table with a "bang", and hiccupped, "Okay, good wine!"

"Ma'am, you can't drink Chang'an wine like this, it will hurt your body."

"Don't scare people. I just drank a bowl. I may not be drunk after three jars. Go and do your work. You don't have to wait here."

Xiaoer originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Li Junhao's frosty face, he swallowed back in fright, "Yes, the little one will go to work first, you take it easy."

Fu Xuanrong's table was leaning against the corner, so no one around them paid attention to them. Li Junhao watched her pour down bowl after bowl, and couldn't help frowning, "Sip it immediately, don't drink like a cow."

"Hi! It's okay. I've been holding back in the village for a few days. It's rare for me to have a drink. You don't have to worry."

"Drink less."

Fu Xuanrong waved her hand impatiently, "I know, I know."

After gulping down a large jar, Fu Xuanrong finally let out a sigh of relief.She propped her chin up with one hand, two patches of red glow floated on her creamy cheeks, she looked a bit naive.

"Li Mei, has the Gu on your body been attacking recently?"

Li Junhao's eyes darkened, and he realized that she was drunk, "The Gu has been removed, and it won't attack anymore."

"That's good." She raised her hand to cover her eyes, as if deliberately concealing something, "As long as you're fine, I'll be at ease."

"Sorry." If it wasn't for him, Fu Xuanrong wouldn't have to suffer this much, let alone lose her first child.

"There is no need to say sorry between the two of us, I just feel a little sorry for the child." Some tears leaked from the crevices of her fingers, and they fell on the table along her fingertips. I have nothing to complain about because my son is pregnant, because this is all my own fault, karma."

Li Junhao's head felt as if it had been pierced by thousands of needles, and it was difficult to breathe due to the pain. His Adam's apple rolled around, his eyes drooping in silence.

At this time, no amount of consolation is useless. The matter of the child has become Fu Xuanrong's inner demon. She has been bearing it alone and never mentioned it to anyone. It's good to let it out now.

Fu Xuanrong is an extremely strong person, even when she was crying, she didn't make a sound. After some time, she finally put down her hands covering her eyes, and smiled through tears, "Really, why am I still crying while drinking wine?" , keep going, you also have two drinks with me!"

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

Li Junhao seldom drinks outside, not because he has a poor capacity for alcohol, but because drinking is easy to cause trouble, but in this situation, only spirits can really relieve his worries.

The two drank the wine, but the dishes on the table did not move a few chopsticks. When Fu Xuanrong's eyes were blurred and she lay on the table with her head tilted, there were very few wines left in the three jars.

Li Junhao put down a silver coin, and carried the limp woman back to the private room.

The night in late autumn was already a bit cold, Li Junhao was afraid that she would freeze, so he insisted on stuffing her into the quilt, but the manpower of drinking is infinite, and he likes to mess around, so the quilt was kicked off the ground one after another.

Li Junhao helplessly held down her hand, "Xuan Rong, be obedient and stop making trouble."

Fu Xuanrong opened her eyes, her breath smelled like wine, "Li Mei? Why are you here?"

"I'm not here, where should I go?"

"That's right." She smiled foolishly, and suddenly pulled him onto the bed, turned over and pressed him on top, "Beauty, it's already here, why don't you let the young master have a good time before leaving."

Li Junhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're talking nonsense again."

"Why are you talking nonsense? I really want to be happy with you." Fu Xuanrong was muttering while pulling at his belt with her hands. Perhaps it was because of drinking too much that her fingers couldn't use her strength at all. As for pulling for a long time, he didn't even take off his outer shirt.

The woman he loves is right in front of him, breathing on his neck, every pore of his body is clamoring for desire, Li Junhao is so provoked by her that he has a headache, thinking that she just had a miscarriage, he just suppressed this evil fire .

"Xuan Rong, stop making trouble and go to sleep."

"Well, sleep." Fu Xuanrong was probably really tired, she closed her eyes, and fell asleep in Li Junhao's arms, and after a while, she transformed into a phoenix.

Carefully hugging her back to the pillow, Li Junhao's slender fingertips gently caressed her feathers, his eyes filled with doting and pity.

How lucky he is to have such a wife.

……

The next day, it was noon.

The aftermath of waking up from a hangover is that her head hurts like it's about to explode. Fu Xuanrong staggered to the table, trying to pour herself a cup of tea to soothe her throat, when the door just happened to be pushed open.

"Are you awake? This is hangover soup, you'll feel better after drinking it." Li Junhao handed the bowl on the wooden plate to her.

"You are the best." Fu Xuanrong took it, raised her head and drank it down.

After drinking the soup, she turned her head and looked out the window, and seemed to hear a pattering voice, "Li Junhao, is it raining outside?"

"Ah."

"That's really unlucky. I wanted to go out and visit the market, but it caught up with the rain."

"The rain is not too heavy. If you want to go out, I will accompany you."

Fu Xuanrong smiled, "Wait a while, I'll see and talk about it later."

She walked to the window, leaned her face out and looked at it for a moment, "It's really not too big. There are still many boats docked in the river ahead. Are they merchants?"

"Well, it's a fruit seller."

Fu Xuanrong licked the corner of her mouth, "What kind of fruit?"

"Dongzao, persimmon."

"Persimmon? I really haven't tasted that taste for a long time. Let's go down and take a walk."

(End of this chapter)