C103 Spring Dream

Yuan Zhen was sad for the whole night. Yesterday Mu Ruqing was wearing a wedding dress and although he did not see her face, he believed that Qing was the most beautiful bride...

Yu Longchen had to admit that it was the best he had seen when he married Mu Ruqing. His sadness turned to comfort. "Yu Longchen, you will be good to Qing, right?"

Yuan Zhen followed the greeting team and walked to the door of the Prime Minister's residence. In fact, Yu Longchen had invited him to a banquet, but he did not want to go. He was afraid to see the scene of the two people paying homage to each other.

Yuan Zhen rubbed his temples. Why did his head hurt so much? Where was this place? Could it be that Qing smiling at me just now was just a dream? Yuan Zhen thought about it and laughed self-deprecatingly. That's right, Qing was already married...

"You're awake?" Miao Yingyu carried a basin of water into the room.

Yuan Zhen was shocked and hurriedly covered himself with the blanket. He spoke with his teeth clenched. "Why are you here? Men and women shouldn't be related!"

"This is my room..." Miao Yingyu felt a little helpless as she placed the water on the ground.

This sentence pulled Yuan Zhen's thoughts back to last night.

Yuan Zhen returned from the Imperial Residence and looked as if he had lost his soul. He walked all the way until the sky turned dark and unknowingly came to Miao Yingyu's courtyard. He felt sad in his heart as he always wanted to find someone to vent his anger on. Now that someone was here, he raised his hand and violently knocked on the door.

The servant had just opened the door when Yuan Zhen barged in without saying a word. The servant chased him all the way to the side room in the courtyard and only gave up when he saw Miao Yingyu asking him to go down.

"Why didn't you go?" Yuan Zhen asked.

"I don't want to go. It's enough to know that she's happy." Miao Yingyu looked at Yuan Zhen with a complicated expression. No one knew who she was talking to.

"You drank with me. We will get drunk tonight!" Yuan Zhen did not bother to pretend to smile. He pulled Miao Yingyu into the nearest room, no matter who it was.

Yuan Zhen had been sitting quietly. He did not say anything. The food and drinks were served. He drank a few glasses first and Miao Yingyu snatched his glass. "What happened to you?"

"I am sorry." Yuan Zhen did not think about it and said it. He reached out to grab the cup but to no avail. He saw Miao Yingyu's expression was not good either. "What happened to you?"

Miao Yingyu poured the wine into the cup Yuan Zhen had drunk.

"Sigh, that was used by... me." Yuan Zhen's whole body bounced up, but he did not stop Miao Yingyu.

Miao Yingyu raised her eyebrows and looked at him. She puckered her lips and said, "I am also sad."

"Why are you sad? Could it be that you are..." Yuan Zhen suddenly became curious and moved his body towards the table.

Miao Yingyu dropped the glass of wine on the table and looked at him coldly. She was a little angry. "What are you talking about?! I am sad that you are sad. "

"Hmm?" Yuan Zhen didn't quite understand what he was saying. He scratched his head.

"Stop talking. Drink. Drink!" Miao Yingyu poured a hearty drink and clinked glasses with him.

"Yes, drink. Once drunk, you can relieve a thousand worries..."

Cold wind snuck in through the gap in the door. Perhaps because he could not stand the smell of alcohol in the room, he ran out again.

Yuan Zhen held the bottle and ran around on the ground. He pointed at the door with dissatisfaction. "Tell me, then... What's so good about Yu Longchen? It's just that he is more handsome and has a better family background." He laid on the table and pointed at his own red face. " Look, look, am I not handsome? It's just that I haven't grown up yet... "

Miao Yingyu held her head and looked at him diagonally. Her eyes were half closed and half opened. Just as she closed them, she heard Yuan Zhen speak and tried to lift her head again. She pushed Yuan Zhen, "Don't tell me I don't look good?"

"Yes, I look good." Yuan Zhen stood up again and staggered to sit on the chair. He waved his hand and said, "But not as good as Qing... Haha. "

Miao Yingyu's face fell and her eyes widened. "Lies!" She stood up with her back hunched and held Yuan Zhen's collar. "Tell me, do you like me, or is it like Qing?"

"Of course..." Yuan Zhen burped and spat out the alcohol in his mouth. He smiled awkwardly. "It's Qing. She is so beautiful..."

Before he finished speaking, Miao Yingyu closed her eyes and pressed her red lips on Yuan Zhen's lips. Although Yuan Zhen had almost finished drinking, he was still somewhat awake. He was shocked and fell off the stool.

How could Miao Yingyu let him go? She took the opportunity to ride on his waist. "You fool! You like Qing. Why can't you see that I like you? If you don't like me tonight, I will kiss you until you like me!"

As she spoke, she threw away the wine pot in her hand and hugged Yuan Zhen's face with both hands. She stopped him from moving and kissed him again.

For some reason, Yuan Zhen was unable to push her away and was kissed again. He didn't know whether it was because he was embarrassed or angry, but his heart almost jumped to his throat. Miao Yingyu still did not stop. Yuan Zhen was anxious and could not care about that much. He wanted to push Miao Yingyu away from her chest and grab her with both hands...

When he touched her, other than softness, there was also softness. It was like cotton. No! It was even more comfortable than cotton. The two of them lowered their heads to take a look. Yuan Zhen grabbed Miao Yingyu's chest.

Miao Yingyu immediately got up and sat beside him to protect her chest. "You! You! You have to be responsible for me. I kissed you and touched you too! My father said that you will marry me like this!"

"I, I, I..." Yuan Zhen stuttered, "You kissed me first, so I resisted..."

"You are forcing logic!" Miao Yingyu became embarrassed and angry again. She raised her hand and was about to hit him.

Yuan Zhen held her hand and felt a little embarrassed in the end. "Why don't I leave first?"

Miao Yingyu got up to block the door and shouted arrogantly, "You dare to leave? Try it! Look at the wine on the table. No one is allowed to sleep unless they finish drinking today!"

While they were talking, the two of them had already forgotten about what happened earlier. One of them picked up the wine pot and drank...

At this point, Yuan Zhen could not remember. He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have taken off someone's clothes. There was still that soft and pleasant feeling between his fingers. He looked at Miao Yingyu in shock. His mouth was open but he could not say anything.

"What's wrong? Quickly come and wash your face." Miao Yingyu saw his appearance and could not help but laugh.

Yuan Zhen quickly lifted the blanket and looked at his clothes. Fortunately, the clothes were still there. Why did it feel like he was taking off his clothes? He could not help but look at Miao Yingyu and ask tentatively, "Last night, we..."

"What? We drank too much last night and then went to sleep." Miao Yingyu did not care about the disappointment, but no one noticed.

"Oh, then did I do anything excessive?" Yuan Zhen still did not give up. Why did he feel like...

"What are you thinking about? Did you hit your head on the corner of the bed last night and become stupid?" Miao Yingyu went up and poked his head.

"Why did you hit him so hard?" Miao Yingyu poked his head, which was already hurting, and it became even more painful. Yuan Zhen stretched out his hand to soften it. He looked at the sky outside the window and asked, "What time is it now?"

"The next day at five o'clock, you slept for an entire day."

"I should go back." Yuan Zhen hurriedly got off the bed, put on his shoes, and ran out, afraid that Miao Yingyu would stop him.

Miao Yingyu did not chase after him. The relaxed expression on her face also disappeared along with Yuan Zhen. Tears fell on the bedding. She picked up the cushion on the bed. She saw the marks on it. It was placed in an iron basin and burned the mat at the door. She cried, cried, and laughed...