The Legend of Zhen Huan: Year after year, we share the spring breeze

Fortunately, each mooncake is only three centimeters in diameter, so you won't feel full even if you eat a few more. An Lingrong ate the mooncake while looking at Shen Meizhuang's seat.

Shen Meizhuang couldn't drink alcohol because she was pregnant, so she switched to milk tea. Noticing An Lingrong's gaze, she smiled slightly and raised the cup in her hand.

An Lingrong also took a sip of the osmanthus wine. The wine was light yellow in color, with a distinct sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, mellow and mellow, with a long aftertaste. Suddenly, she had drunk a bit too much!

The early autumn wind had brought a hint of coolness. When An Lingrong came out of Chonghua Palace, she was blown by the wind and felt a little dizzy due to the alcohol.

Back at the Yanxi Palace, An Lingrong looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said, "Xiao Luzi, go and set up the tables and chairs in the yard. I want to enjoy the moon."

Xiao Luzi quickly set up the table and chairs and brewed a pot of hot tea. "My lady, it's cold at night. You should go inside and rest early."

"I'm not cold, you go down first." An Lingrong sent everyone away and sat alone in the courtyard.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight seemed especially bright. The moon cast a silvery moonlight, which was like a veil, covering the entire earth. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, and the stars sprinkled on the earth, appearing peaceful and beautiful.

An Lingrong murmured, "The ancients could not see the moon of today, but the moon of today once shone on the ancients!"

People today have never seen the moon of ancient times, but today's moon travels through time and space, shining brightly from ancient times to the present.

A gust of wind blew, knocking leaves from the trees. An Lingrong reached out to catch a fallen leaf, and couldn't help but think of her parents. She wondered what her 21st-century self was like now. Her parents must have cried their eyes out. If she could return to the modern era, she would definitely be filial to them and stop worrying about her.

Gazing at the fallen leaves in her hands, An Lingrong's eyes revealed endless longing. She gently stroked the veins of the leaves, as if she could feel the warmth of her parents.

"Mom and Dad, I miss you so much..." Her voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless longing and sadness. She gazed at the night sky, her heart filled with deep attachment to her parents. Every ray of moonlight was like their gentle gaze, silently watching her, giving her strength and courage. However, reality was so cruel that she could not see them.

An Lingrong felt as if she were in a fantasy world, the scene before her blurring. Her thoughts were shrouded in a cloud of mist, unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and dreams. She couldn't help but ask herself, "Is all this really happening, or is it just a ridiculous dream?"

No one answered her.

"Come, bring some wine."

Caixing was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, her anxiety and uneasiness growing. She could clearly sense her master's mood gradually declining, as if enveloped by an invisible pressure. In her memory, Master Wen had always been calm, rational, and passionate. However, the master now was like a mirage, shattered at the slightest touch.

"What should I do? The young master has already drunk quite a lot!"

Xiao Luzi looked intently in An Lingrong's direction, his tone filled with unspeakable heartache, "The young lady is in a bad mood. Let her drink. Once she's drunk, she'll forget all the unhappiness."

After saying this, he returned to the hall and brought out a jar of Yuquan wine.

Cai Xing didn't say anything more after hearing this, "Xiao Luzi, you keep an eye on the master. I'll go make some hangover soup."

An Lingrong drank one cup after another. In less than a quarter of an hour, the whole pot of wine was empty. Her face flushed and her eyes became blurred.

"Go get some more wine."

Seeing that she was already drunk, Xiao Luzi said, "My lady, it's getting late. Why don't you go back and rest?"

"No, I haven't had enough!"

"But my lady, we have no wine!" Xiao Luzi could only change the way to coax her.

An Lingrong tilted her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and after a moment she slowly said, "No more wine? Then I'll go find some."

Before Xiao Luzi could react, An Lingrong rushed out of the Yanx Palace as quickly as the wind. Her footsteps were light and swift, and she soon disappeared outside the gate of the Yanx Palace.

After leaving the Yanx Palace, An Lingrong did not stop, but turned to the Yonghe Palace without hesitation. She thought her sister must have some wine.

Xiao Luzi was stunned. The man moved so quickly that he didn't look like he was drunk at all.

Yonghe Palace was locked, but An Lingrong ignored it and banged on the door with her fists. Fortunately, it was still early and the servants had not rested, so before they made any big noise, the people inside opened the door.

An Lingrong entered the main hall of Yonghe Palace on her own, "Sister, sister."

Shen Meizhuang was just beginning to fall asleep in bed when she was awakened by the sudden sound. She quickly got up with the help of Su Ye.

Seeing Shen Meizhuang, An Lingrong subconsciously wanted to pounce on her.

Su Ye had been with An Lingrong for over a year and was familiar with her habits and movements. Seeing the speed and force with which she lunged at him, he sensed something was amiss. He quickly blocked Shen Meizhuang's path and shouted at the bewildered Caiyue behind An Lingrong, "Caiyue, quickly hold her."

Caiyue finally reacted, took two quick steps and hugged An Lingrong's waist.

Shen Meizhuang was a little confused when she saw the actions of several people.

An Lingrong's stomach was tightly gripped by Caiyue, and her stomach was churning, as if something was about to burst out.

"Wow……"

Along with the sound of running water, a sour smell mixed with the smell of alcohol drifted around the Yonghe Palace.

Shen Meizhuang was more than two months pregnant and was suffering from morning sickness. Normally, she couldn't stand any strange smells, but now she felt even more nauseous. She forced herself to ask Su Ye to bring a spittoon and vomited together with her.

"vomit……"

"vomit……"

The singing and responding, the high and low voices rose and fell, as if echoing each other, making the whole scene extremely lively.

Caiyue wanted to let go of An Lingrong, but was afraid that she would fall into the pile of indescribable things, so she had to loosen her grip and continue to hold her waist, but her head had already turned to the side silently.

Xiao Luzi, who ran into the palace, was stunned by the scene before him, "Empress Hui, my mistress is drunk!"

Shen Meizhuang raised her head with difficulty and waved her hand weakly, "It's okay, go open the door and window."

We have to get rid of the smell quickly, I'm afraid no one can sleep in this bedroom today.