The little cannon fodder kept releasing melons, and people lined up to eat melons

"Well, well... let's start telling the story! This story of Plum Blossom: The Plum Blossom Mark takes place in a royal palace. The princess gave birth to three daughters in a row. When she was pregnant for the fourth time, a new beauty caught the prince's eye..."

Song Qianning kept talking all night, and Han Xun would sometimes fill the wine glass and feed it to her mouth.

The small jar of wine was soon empty, and Song Qianning was a little tipsy...

"Hiss~ It hurts..." He subconsciously wanted to scratch his face, but ended up hitting his hand, causing his facial features to wrinkle in pain.

Han Xun grabbed her wrist, untied the gauze wrapped around it, took out a bottle of ointment and applied it carefully, blowing gently. The cool touch made Song Qianning feel the pain in her palm instantly disappear.

"The other hand..."

Song Qianning obediently stretched out her other hand, and Han Xun repeated the previous action...

When Song Qianning saw that Han Xun had nothing to do after applying the medicine, she stretched out her hand in front of Han Xun.

“No bandage???”

"No, everything will be fine tomorrow..."

“Is this your panacea??”

"You'll know for yourself tomorrow!!"

"No! I want to see it now. I saw it and it didn't work. You are lying. This is not a panacea..."

"You are drunk..." Han Xun picked up the wine jar and took a sip of wine.

"No, I'm sober! If I were drunk, I would definitely sleep with you..."

Cough, cough, cough. Han Xun didn't hold the bottle firmly and the wine poured down his throat, choking him and causing him to cough continuously.

At this time, a small hand reached out and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and looked at him with a squinting face.

"Little brother, you are so handsome, even more handsome than me, but unfortunately I am too young now. When I grow up, I will marry you, okay?"

Han Xun grabbed the troublemaker's hand, raised his pretty eyebrows, and asked in a puzzled tone: "Little brother???"

"I will marry you as my first wife, don't worry! I am very caring... I will find you a partner when the time comes, and I will be able to enjoy the happiness of having two lovers!!"

"Don't even think about it..."

Song Qianning was rejected and immediately became unhappy. She stood up and staggered to Han Xun, sat directly on Han Xun's lap, put her arms around his neck, and looked at him closely...

"Why won't you let me marry you? Why? Mumu... Mumu... Is it okay? Is it okay?"

Song Qianning suddenly hugged Han Xun's cheek and kissed him madly...

Even though Han Xun, who had seen a lot of things, was frightened by her action, he quickly took the initiative, grabbed the back of her head and kissed her lips, and the aroma of lotus wine filled her entire mouth...

Xu Jiuhanxun let her go, and Song Qianning fell on his shoulder with blurry eyes. Her mind was in a daze, and suddenly she seemed to think of something, and she immediately stood up and took a few steps back...

"No... No... I can't marry you now. I'm too young. Hehe... I have to wait until I reach marriageable age..."

Han Xun saw her staggering and unable to stand steadily, so he asked her jokingly with a smile: "Wait until when???"

"Wait... wait... "

Song Qianning leaned back directly, Han Xun stepped forward and caught her, and lifted her up with his hand on her waist. The two looked at each other, and Song Qianning finally couldn't hold on any longer, and leaned her head on Han Xun's shoulder, muttering the last sentence.

"When I'm twenty..."

Looking at the person sleeping in his arms, Han Xun smiled absentmindedly. He was really crazy. He actually got into a fight with a drunkard...

"Why do you want me to wait for five years? Are you serious or are you just being casual? If I take you seriously, even if you are married and become a woman in the future, when you are really twenty years old, I will still tie you up and take you away, do you know that?"

The only response he got was a steady breathing sound. Han Xun picked her up like a princess, went back to the bedroom, put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt. She turned over and clamped the quilt with her legs...

"You look so ugly when you sleep... I guess I really can't let you drink anymore..."

After saying that, he left the room and disappeared into the night...

The next day, Song Qianning slept until noon because of a hangover. Mu Ju called her several times but she didn't wake up. She then shouted that she was sleepy and wanted to sleep. However, Mu Ju thought that no one would come during the confinement period and the young lady couldn't go out, so she gave up.

The result was that Song Qianning slept until noon...

After getting up, she had a splitting headache. She didn't expect that Han Xun's wine was delicious, but the aftereffect was quite strong. She didn't know if she had finished telling the story yesterday, and she had no memory of it at all...

Alas! It seems that this body is just like my self in that world. I can’t drink much. I can’t remember anything after drinking.

I really couldn't remember, and I was too lazy to think about it. If the story was not finished, Han Xun would definitely come again. After all, no one could stand to listen to half of the story, let alone a story fan like him.

Song Qianning scratched her head. Suddenly, she found her hands were very flexible. She was a little surprised. She stretched her hands in front of her eyes and found that the gauze was gone. The most important thing was that the wound was scabbed and was about to fall off. This??? Wasn’t it very serious yesterday???

Suddenly, an image emerged in his mind - it seemed that Han Xun was applying medicine to him.

Song Qianning muttered to herself: "It's really a panacea. Not only is the wine that Han Xun brought delicious, but the medicine is also amazing, even better than the one brought by the Fourth Prince. Especially the wine, it's ten times better than anything I've ever drunk before..."

Mu Ju came in and found that the young lady had woken up, and hurriedly helped her to wash and dress. When she was changing clothes, she was surprised to find that the young lady's hand was almost healed. She exclaimed in disbelief and kept praising the medicine sent by the Fourth Prince for being different.

Song Qianning felt a little guilty after hearing this, but she didn't dare to say it out loud. After all, if Mu Ju knew that outsiders came and went freely during the past two nights, she would be scared to death.

Now that she could move her hands, Song Qianning was no longer bored the whole afternoon. She learned some needlework, drew some cartoons, and played a few games of chess with Mumei, but she lost every time.

At night, Song Qianning was not sure whether Han Xun would come, so she sat on the swing and swung. She had sent away several maids early and ordered them not to come out and disturb her.

Song Qianning looked up at the tree from time to time, and finally said to herself in disappointment: "It's so late and no one is here. He probably won't come, right? Did I finish telling the story yesterday?"

"No……"

A familiar voice came from behind. Song Qianning stood up and turned around, and sure enough, she saw Han Xun standing behind her. Today, he was wearing a blue and white suit, which made his appearance even more dazzling.

"Master Han, I thought you weren't coming today!"

"Your story isn't over yet..."

"Maybe I drank too much yesterday. I had no memory when I woke up this morning. I forgot where I was talking about, but you can remind me and I will continue..."

"No memory???" Han Xun raised his eyebrows.

[Why is he looking at me like that? ? Did I do something rude last night? ? Oh my god? ? Did I? ? Spit on him? ? Or is it like what San Ge said, when drunk, will I scratch? Bite? ? ?]

Song Qianning asked anxiously: "What...what happened? Did I do something bad yesterday?"

Han Xun smiled and shook his head, saying: "No, you just fell asleep."

"That's good! I said I was a good drinker, but my third brother insisted that I was a bad drinker. It seems that he lied to me last time. This time you can finally prove it for me."

Song Qianning became happier and happier as she spoke. This time, someone could finally prove that she was a good drinker. Otherwise, her third brother would always swear that she was a bad drinker.

Han Xun's smile deepened, and he nodded and responded: "It's really good..."